Pietro was worse than ticked. He was in full blown hate, toward the
rapist. His hyperactivity even when angry, never included hatred. On the
contrary, he only got upset because nobody wanted to join in his fun. This
was different though. Things were going to happen to the bastard. No
matter what Lance tried to do, Pietro would make sure of that.
Lance and his team with the exception of Pietro, who had zoomed upstairs, were preparing for their mission. He didn't know what they were going to do yet, but he'd know eventually. Thumps and bangs were coming from upstairs. Lance thought back to the drive with Kitty back to the mansion. She'd been so quiet and withdrawn after talking to him. Almost as if she thought he found her distasteful. He told her before she got out that he would not turn her away no matter what time of night she called. As for his team, if they tried to pick on her or anything, he'd do some damage.
"Kitty."
She shook her head. "I have to go in, and if you come near the gate, they'll just attack first and ask later." Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, she leaned her head on his shoulder for a few seconds, then got out without another word. When she looked back for a second, she turned away quickly. The tough guy had a tear running down his face. "Give me some time, I'll call when I'm ready. I need. I need to be alone right now, or as alone as they'll let me." She gestured toward the mansion. Then she walked toward the gate.
The hyperactive idiot as Lance called him zoomed downstairs. Blinking in surprise, everyone noticed the baseball bats with nails imbedded in them. held in Pietro's hands. He also had a nail gun strapped to his side. "Well, let's go beat the hell out of him." Then he looked around. "What?"
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tabitha decided, after Lance's revelations, to go to the mansion. Despite his vagueness, she had the feeling that he might have been talking about Kitty. She also knew that Kitty probably didn't want it mentioned. After informing Toad of where she was going, she walked out the door with all her things. It was time to move back to the mansion, for now. After all, Kitty was one of the girls. They'd gone around fighting crime for awhile, back when they wanted to prove they could do what the men did. Maybe if Tabitha brought her normal stress causing, hormone disrupting, attitude to the mansion. Kitty might find something to genuinely laugh at occasionally. It was all Tabitha could think of to do right now, since secrecy was the operative term. Besides, there was always the chance she guessed wrong. She left the jeep where it sat, for the first time ever. As she caught a taxi, she wondered how long the rapist would survive. Not that she cared if he lived or not.
A couple of days ago, Kitty had finally managed to convince the professor to give her Tabitha's old room. Now, that privacy was going to work to her advantage. All she had to do was show up at mealtimes and pretend everything was fine. Hopefully she could pull off her normal attitude then. It was irritating to be the one who kept everyone's spirits up. She was the one who needed it now. As for Kurt, despite his teleportation, he knocked first. He also was good at listening. but blocking his thoughts from Jean and Xavier? Some day she'd tell him. maybe. As for the professor, Kitty sighed. "I'm going to have to tell him about the device that was used on me." She lay down on her bed, and tried to sleep.
Lance and his team got into the jeep, and left. Kitty had told him who the guy was. As for where to find him, Lance had a few friends in town who gave him that information.
(I wrote Pietro as I saw him in the cartoon. Granted it threw off the seriousness of this story slightly.)
Lance and his team with the exception of Pietro, who had zoomed upstairs, were preparing for their mission. He didn't know what they were going to do yet, but he'd know eventually. Thumps and bangs were coming from upstairs. Lance thought back to the drive with Kitty back to the mansion. She'd been so quiet and withdrawn after talking to him. Almost as if she thought he found her distasteful. He told her before she got out that he would not turn her away no matter what time of night she called. As for his team, if they tried to pick on her or anything, he'd do some damage.
"Kitty."
She shook her head. "I have to go in, and if you come near the gate, they'll just attack first and ask later." Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, she leaned her head on his shoulder for a few seconds, then got out without another word. When she looked back for a second, she turned away quickly. The tough guy had a tear running down his face. "Give me some time, I'll call when I'm ready. I need. I need to be alone right now, or as alone as they'll let me." She gestured toward the mansion. Then she walked toward the gate.
The hyperactive idiot as Lance called him zoomed downstairs. Blinking in surprise, everyone noticed the baseball bats with nails imbedded in them. held in Pietro's hands. He also had a nail gun strapped to his side. "Well, let's go beat the hell out of him." Then he looked around. "What?"
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tabitha decided, after Lance's revelations, to go to the mansion. Despite his vagueness, she had the feeling that he might have been talking about Kitty. She also knew that Kitty probably didn't want it mentioned. After informing Toad of where she was going, she walked out the door with all her things. It was time to move back to the mansion, for now. After all, Kitty was one of the girls. They'd gone around fighting crime for awhile, back when they wanted to prove they could do what the men did. Maybe if Tabitha brought her normal stress causing, hormone disrupting, attitude to the mansion. Kitty might find something to genuinely laugh at occasionally. It was all Tabitha could think of to do right now, since secrecy was the operative term. Besides, there was always the chance she guessed wrong. She left the jeep where it sat, for the first time ever. As she caught a taxi, she wondered how long the rapist would survive. Not that she cared if he lived or not.
A couple of days ago, Kitty had finally managed to convince the professor to give her Tabitha's old room. Now, that privacy was going to work to her advantage. All she had to do was show up at mealtimes and pretend everything was fine. Hopefully she could pull off her normal attitude then. It was irritating to be the one who kept everyone's spirits up. She was the one who needed it now. As for Kurt, despite his teleportation, he knocked first. He also was good at listening. but blocking his thoughts from Jean and Xavier? Some day she'd tell him. maybe. As for the professor, Kitty sighed. "I'm going to have to tell him about the device that was used on me." She lay down on her bed, and tried to sleep.
Lance and his team got into the jeep, and left. Kitty had told him who the guy was. As for where to find him, Lance had a few friends in town who gave him that information.
(I wrote Pietro as I saw him in the cartoon. Granted it threw off the seriousness of this story slightly.)