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"In The Garage" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 21
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The young brunette girl ran past the crowd and through the officer that tried to stop her. Stunned, the officer could only watch as she disappeared into the fallen wreckage. Lance grumbled and fished out the phone from her tiny backpack. He turned it on and scrolled through a number list. He pushed the call button.
"... Yeee-loo." A male voice answered.
"Pietro, it's me, Lance." He shifted positions, looking into the blocked area.
"Oh hey Lance. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Put Wanda on." Lance demanded.
"Oh, so that's what I am to you, an answering service?" Pietro scoffed.
"C'mon Pietro, I really need to talk to her."
"Yeah sure, hold on."
Lance continued to watch the unchanged area. He grumbled, 'I'm tense like something is wrong... but nothing is happening. Dammit...'
"Pietro said you wanted to talk to me?" Wanda through the phone.
"Wanda! I need your advice."
"... you're speaking to the wrong person."
"We're in New York City. Me and Kitty. Something is happening here... "
"What kind of something?" Wanda asked, "You're not asking me for love advice, are you?" She joked.
"No, I'm serious. She ran off. She's like... trying to play hero. This city block is all busted up because of some showdown or another with some local tights-wearing guy."
"Uhm... I'm failing to see why you needed to call me." Wanda sounded annoyed.
"What DO I do here!? I got this bad feeling written all over this. Do I call the Institute? She's just nuts, she just ran in there..." Lance sounded a little frantic.
"Calm down, Lance." Wanda clearly stated, "What do you want me to say?"
"I want your opinion on what I should do. My hands are tied, I can't even help... she just phased..."
"Want me to call? I know how well you get along with everyone there." Wanda commented.
"Yes. Do that. I'll keep her phone on. I'll call you if anything changes. Keep Pietro's phone on you."
"Roger, and out."
***
The street was a mess. Cars upon cars crashed together, some piled up on each other in a neat, unreachable by normal means type formation. Kitty got to the center of the mess and became solid. She looked around, analyzing the situation. Her eyes shifted to the first car. She ran to the side and looked in through the window, "Anyone in there?" A driver. She quickly phased through the door and grabbed the person, phasing them with her out, away from the damaged area. She spoke to the person, "I'm going back to check for others. Let the police know." She quickly phased back through and started checking other cars.
***
Wanda dialed a number and put Pietro's cell phone to her ear.
"Xavier Institute." Said a female voice.
"Yes, uhm... is Kurt in?" Wanda voiced.
"Sure, hold on." In the backround, it can be heard, "Hey Kurt, it's the other woman! You've got a call!"
Wanda kept herself in check until Kurt picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Kurt answered.
"Kurt, it's Wanda." She waited until she heard the other phone hang up.
"I figured as much. What's up?"
"First, tell whoever it was that said that - they're on borrowed time. Second, you need to get over here... now." Wanda urged, "I'll explain as soon as you're here."
"Vas? Okay. I'll be over in a minute. Bye." Kurt hung up the phone.
Wanda closed Pietro's cell phone, but slipped it in her pocket. She checked her watch, then waited until Kurt teleported into the living room of the brotherhood boarding house. She commented, "Two minutes."
"I had to get my shoes on." Kurt smiled. "So what is the emergency?"
"You know, I'm just not sure." She motioned for Kurt to sit down, "I just got a really weird call from Lance."
"Isn't Kitty with Lance today?"
"Yes, in the city. He started rambling about a city block and some guys in tights... I don't get it. Anywhos, Kitty decided to ditch him and run off into whatever was going down."
Kurt looked nervous, "Ja, that sounds like her."
"We're not confused about her identity, here. Lance is worried about what she's getting herself into."
"We are X-Men. Kitty, like me, is one of the senior students. She probably just went where she thought she was needed."
"So should we do something? Tell the others?" Wanda looked at Kurt.
"If something happens, sure. We can go to the Institute and tell someone. I'm sure the Professor would like to know, regardless."
"Yeah, Lance seemed pretty spooked. Let's get over there." Wanda agreed.
"Hold on tight." He grabbed Wanda's arm and teleported away.
***
It had been ten minutes. Ten minutes of diving in and out of cars, checking for trapped or scared people and getting them away from the wreckage and to safety. Kitty moved from one car to the next, checking through the final few. She halfway phased into a car, looking around on the inside. Nobody left, and that was the last one. Kitty moved back out of the car, her back to the center of the main demolition area. Without warning, a violent force crashed against her from behind, smashing her against the car in front of her and delivering a sharp blow to her head. Kitty was winded. Her body crumpled against car in front of her, not triggering her mutant ability but attempting to stay conscious. The blood from the open wound on her head stung her eyes.
'Ow... ow... something must have exploded. Just take a minute, don't panic. Breath in... w..what the-!' Kitty's thoughts were stopped halfway from being picked up forcefully by a new figure in the area. She was slammed painfully into the car again, then her hair was pulled back. The person was behind her, so she couldn't get a view. He gripped her with an arm around her neck, another down around her waist. He apparently was trying to make some sort of point, with Kitty as his ragdoll.
"What're you gonna do now, Spider-Man? Wouldn't want to put more people in danger, right?" Said the voice. His grip on Kitty tight.
"Hold on there! If it's me you're after, you're sure going about this the wrong way." said the other figure, which was designated as 'Spider-Man'.
Kitty's eyes were closed. She couldn't see anyway. 'Just focus on the voice. The guy doesn't even know you're awake.'
"Am I?" Asked the man.
"Yes!" Kitty phased forward, out of his grasp. She dove toward the pavement, then half-turned becoming solid just long enough to deliver a strong kick to the mans body. She rolled and straightened herself out into a fighting stance. The figure in front of her blurred. She relied on instinct, throwing a few more punches and kicks that connected on the assailant. She growled and kept her stance, "You want me to bring it? It's already been broughten! C'mon, who's defenseless now?!"
A short growl escaped his mouth as he turned and jumped over the cars, away from the scene.
"Hey!" Kitty yelled as the blurry figure ran off. "Come back here, you coward!"
The man in red-spandex-like material landed next to Kitty, "Are you alright? You're bleeding.."
"I know I'm bleeding, thanks for pointing out the obvious." She gestures, "Like, what's wrong with you, go after that guy! You're the local hero, right? Do your job! I'll find my way back."
He held up his hands, "Whatever you say, kid." The Spider-Man started his pursuit of the criminal.
Kitty touched the gash on her head. It hurt a lot. She winced and tried to focus on where she came in at. 'Maybe I can phase through and get back to Lance, then the police will call the paramedics. Yeah... oh crap. I'm sooooo grounded. I'll never be able to leave the house now. Nevermind that now, just get to people.' She took a few steps forward and stumbled. The ground started to shake. She lost her footing and fell forward in one quick motion. 'Owww...'
***
The ground shook until finally a small path was cleared. Lance focused his mutant ability until the job was done. He struggled passed a police officer, ignoring their warnings. He was followed through the rubble until finally he found a break between that and the center, where Kitty was laying on the pavement.
"Oh my God! Kitty!" Lance ran to her side. He kneeled down and touched her shoulder. A paramedic stopped Lance. "What're you doing?!" Lance scowled at the guy.
"Sorry, sir. You shouldn't move her. She might have further injuries than we can see. Like a concussion, or spine trauma..."
For that brief moment, Lance had pure fear written across his face. "... what're you saying? She's okay, right? She's okay... Kitty? Talk to me girl..."
Kitty heard Lance's voice. She just couldn't respond. 'Why can't I say anything? Lance, I'm here. Lance? I hear you. Dammit. What do they mean... spine trauma!?'
"Let's get a collar on her, then put her on the gurney. Don't move her any more than we have to." said the paramedic. "We need to move some of these cars out, get a clear path for us to get to the ambulance." The policeman took the order and ran off to help with that.
Lance looked down at her, "...what were you doing?! What, save a few people, then what? You got yourself hurt. This is exactly why..." His voice trailed off, overcome with emotion.
Kitty focused. She focused on staying awake, trying her best to respond to Lance before she decided a nap was a good idea on that oh so comfortable ground. ".... shut up...." she managed to mutter.
"Kitty..."
Two paramedics carefully applied a cervical collar to her, moving her as little as possible before helping her over to a gurney.
"..h..hey! Can I ride along with? She's my girlfriend..." He looked at the paramedic, unsure about what else he should say.
"Yeah, sure kid. Let's go." The paramedic said before loading the gurney into the back of the ambulance.
***
"In The Garage" - by Val Shrum (kiyonekatz at yahoo dot com)
Chapter 21
***************************************************************************
The young brunette girl ran past the crowd and through the officer that tried to stop her. Stunned, the officer could only watch as she disappeared into the fallen wreckage. Lance grumbled and fished out the phone from her tiny backpack. He turned it on and scrolled through a number list. He pushed the call button.
"... Yeee-loo." A male voice answered.
"Pietro, it's me, Lance." He shifted positions, looking into the blocked area.
"Oh hey Lance. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Put Wanda on." Lance demanded.
"Oh, so that's what I am to you, an answering service?" Pietro scoffed.
"C'mon Pietro, I really need to talk to her."
"Yeah sure, hold on."
Lance continued to watch the unchanged area. He grumbled, 'I'm tense like something is wrong... but nothing is happening. Dammit...'
"Pietro said you wanted to talk to me?" Wanda through the phone.
"Wanda! I need your advice."
"... you're speaking to the wrong person."
"We're in New York City. Me and Kitty. Something is happening here... "
"What kind of something?" Wanda asked, "You're not asking me for love advice, are you?" She joked.
"No, I'm serious. She ran off. She's like... trying to play hero. This city block is all busted up because of some showdown or another with some local tights-wearing guy."
"Uhm... I'm failing to see why you needed to call me." Wanda sounded annoyed.
"What DO I do here!? I got this bad feeling written all over this. Do I call the Institute? She's just nuts, she just ran in there..." Lance sounded a little frantic.
"Calm down, Lance." Wanda clearly stated, "What do you want me to say?"
"I want your opinion on what I should do. My hands are tied, I can't even help... she just phased..."
"Want me to call? I know how well you get along with everyone there." Wanda commented.
"Yes. Do that. I'll keep her phone on. I'll call you if anything changes. Keep Pietro's phone on you."
"Roger, and out."
***
The street was a mess. Cars upon cars crashed together, some piled up on each other in a neat, unreachable by normal means type formation. Kitty got to the center of the mess and became solid. She looked around, analyzing the situation. Her eyes shifted to the first car. She ran to the side and looked in through the window, "Anyone in there?" A driver. She quickly phased through the door and grabbed the person, phasing them with her out, away from the damaged area. She spoke to the person, "I'm going back to check for others. Let the police know." She quickly phased back through and started checking other cars.
***
Wanda dialed a number and put Pietro's cell phone to her ear.
"Xavier Institute." Said a female voice.
"Yes, uhm... is Kurt in?" Wanda voiced.
"Sure, hold on." In the backround, it can be heard, "Hey Kurt, it's the other woman! You've got a call!"
Wanda kept herself in check until Kurt picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Kurt answered.
"Kurt, it's Wanda." She waited until she heard the other phone hang up.
"I figured as much. What's up?"
"First, tell whoever it was that said that - they're on borrowed time. Second, you need to get over here... now." Wanda urged, "I'll explain as soon as you're here."
"Vas? Okay. I'll be over in a minute. Bye." Kurt hung up the phone.
Wanda closed Pietro's cell phone, but slipped it in her pocket. She checked her watch, then waited until Kurt teleported into the living room of the brotherhood boarding house. She commented, "Two minutes."
"I had to get my shoes on." Kurt smiled. "So what is the emergency?"
"You know, I'm just not sure." She motioned for Kurt to sit down, "I just got a really weird call from Lance."
"Isn't Kitty with Lance today?"
"Yes, in the city. He started rambling about a city block and some guys in tights... I don't get it. Anywhos, Kitty decided to ditch him and run off into whatever was going down."
Kurt looked nervous, "Ja, that sounds like her."
"We're not confused about her identity, here. Lance is worried about what she's getting herself into."
"We are X-Men. Kitty, like me, is one of the senior students. She probably just went where she thought she was needed."
"So should we do something? Tell the others?" Wanda looked at Kurt.
"If something happens, sure. We can go to the Institute and tell someone. I'm sure the Professor would like to know, regardless."
"Yeah, Lance seemed pretty spooked. Let's get over there." Wanda agreed.
"Hold on tight." He grabbed Wanda's arm and teleported away.
***
It had been ten minutes. Ten minutes of diving in and out of cars, checking for trapped or scared people and getting them away from the wreckage and to safety. Kitty moved from one car to the next, checking through the final few. She halfway phased into a car, looking around on the inside. Nobody left, and that was the last one. Kitty moved back out of the car, her back to the center of the main demolition area. Without warning, a violent force crashed against her from behind, smashing her against the car in front of her and delivering a sharp blow to her head. Kitty was winded. Her body crumpled against car in front of her, not triggering her mutant ability but attempting to stay conscious. The blood from the open wound on her head stung her eyes.
'Ow... ow... something must have exploded. Just take a minute, don't panic. Breath in... w..what the-!' Kitty's thoughts were stopped halfway from being picked up forcefully by a new figure in the area. She was slammed painfully into the car again, then her hair was pulled back. The person was behind her, so she couldn't get a view. He gripped her with an arm around her neck, another down around her waist. He apparently was trying to make some sort of point, with Kitty as his ragdoll.
"What're you gonna do now, Spider-Man? Wouldn't want to put more people in danger, right?" Said the voice. His grip on Kitty tight.
"Hold on there! If it's me you're after, you're sure going about this the wrong way." said the other figure, which was designated as 'Spider-Man'.
Kitty's eyes were closed. She couldn't see anyway. 'Just focus on the voice. The guy doesn't even know you're awake.'
"Am I?" Asked the man.
"Yes!" Kitty phased forward, out of his grasp. She dove toward the pavement, then half-turned becoming solid just long enough to deliver a strong kick to the mans body. She rolled and straightened herself out into a fighting stance. The figure in front of her blurred. She relied on instinct, throwing a few more punches and kicks that connected on the assailant. She growled and kept her stance, "You want me to bring it? It's already been broughten! C'mon, who's defenseless now?!"
A short growl escaped his mouth as he turned and jumped over the cars, away from the scene.
"Hey!" Kitty yelled as the blurry figure ran off. "Come back here, you coward!"
The man in red-spandex-like material landed next to Kitty, "Are you alright? You're bleeding.."
"I know I'm bleeding, thanks for pointing out the obvious." She gestures, "Like, what's wrong with you, go after that guy! You're the local hero, right? Do your job! I'll find my way back."
He held up his hands, "Whatever you say, kid." The Spider-Man started his pursuit of the criminal.
Kitty touched the gash on her head. It hurt a lot. She winced and tried to focus on where she came in at. 'Maybe I can phase through and get back to Lance, then the police will call the paramedics. Yeah... oh crap. I'm sooooo grounded. I'll never be able to leave the house now. Nevermind that now, just get to people.' She took a few steps forward and stumbled. The ground started to shake. She lost her footing and fell forward in one quick motion. 'Owww...'
***
The ground shook until finally a small path was cleared. Lance focused his mutant ability until the job was done. He struggled passed a police officer, ignoring their warnings. He was followed through the rubble until finally he found a break between that and the center, where Kitty was laying on the pavement.
"Oh my God! Kitty!" Lance ran to her side. He kneeled down and touched her shoulder. A paramedic stopped Lance. "What're you doing?!" Lance scowled at the guy.
"Sorry, sir. You shouldn't move her. She might have further injuries than we can see. Like a concussion, or spine trauma..."
For that brief moment, Lance had pure fear written across his face. "... what're you saying? She's okay, right? She's okay... Kitty? Talk to me girl..."
Kitty heard Lance's voice. She just couldn't respond. 'Why can't I say anything? Lance, I'm here. Lance? I hear you. Dammit. What do they mean... spine trauma!?'
"Let's get a collar on her, then put her on the gurney. Don't move her any more than we have to." said the paramedic. "We need to move some of these cars out, get a clear path for us to get to the ambulance." The policeman took the order and ran off to help with that.
Lance looked down at her, "...what were you doing?! What, save a few people, then what? You got yourself hurt. This is exactly why..." His voice trailed off, overcome with emotion.
Kitty focused. She focused on staying awake, trying her best to respond to Lance before she decided a nap was a good idea on that oh so comfortable ground. ".... shut up...." she managed to mutter.
"Kitty..."
Two paramedics carefully applied a cervical collar to her, moving her as little as possible before helping her over to a gurney.
"..h..hey! Can I ride along with? She's my girlfriend..." He looked at the paramedic, unsure about what else he should say.
"Yeah, sure kid. Let's go." The paramedic said before loading the gurney into the back of the ambulance.
***
