"Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya to Bermuda! Bahama! Come on pretty mama! Key Largo, Montego! Baby why don't we go! Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo! We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow. . . That's where we wanna go, way down in Koko- Kurt cut it out! Owwww!"

Kitty recovered from the blow she received from Kurt and pushed him onto the kitchen table. Kurt laughed and teleported up to the chandelier.

"Come and make me Katzchen!" He sang down to her. Kitty just placed her hands on her hips.

"I'm too tired to bother right now, Fuzzy."

Kitty began walking to her room. Kurt jumped down and ran up behind her.

"Keetty vhat is wrong? You're never tired!"

"I am now, Kurt. . . Pre-Calc's finally getting to me. I'm going to bed, see ya in the morning."

"Goodnight Keetty."

Kitty nodded and trudged to the room she shared with Natalie. Upon entering, she saw Natalie sitting at the vanity they shared, running a brush through her hair and humming softly. Natalie smiled faintly to herself, and Kitty just grinned with both amusement and curiousity.

"Nat, what's with you?"

"Oh. . ." She swung her self around to face the Valley girl. "Just a date tomorrow night."

Kitty's eyes widened in shock. "With who?!"

"St. John Allerdyce." She sang merrily.

"Wait. . . the Acolyte!"

"Yeah. . . I guess so!" Natalie laughed.

Kitty folded her arms, grinning yet desperately trying to be serious. "And the Prof don't care?"

"He said he didn't."

"Wow, not a problem at all. . ." Kitty mused. Her eyes flashed with excitement. "Oh but you're so lucky!"

Kitty erupted with giggles, and Natalie joined in.

"You better give me all the details! Oh just wait until the others find out!"

Natalie just grinned. "What would Scott say?"

Kitty just grinned, and tried to impersonate him. "I don't like the idea at all Miss Wayne, he could be using you as a spy! I do think that Magneto is behind this, because in case you've forgotten, whenever something goes wrong, including why you are hideously constipated and can't pee without having the urge to cry for Uncle Bob, Magneto is always behind it!"

Natalie just laughed, doubling over and clutching her stomach, and falling off the bed.

"Ow!" She rubbed her bottom, and her eyes flashed a rainbow of colors. "You are such a hazard to my health Kit! What am I gonna do with you?!"

"Get me an Acolyte friend!"

Both laughed even harder, air whistling in and out of their tired lungs.

"I suppose we should get to sleep." Natalie stated.

"Yeah, 'nite Nat."

"'Nite, Kit."

They each rolled over in their beds, Kitty facing the wall wistfully.

"Why can't I. . . find. . . someone who. . . makes me happy. . . like what she has. . ."

Kitty breathed quietly to herself.

I don't want anyone. If anyone, I want it to be the man I spend the rest of my life with. No more Lance, no more sorrow. I just hope there is such a person.

Kitty rolled over and stared out of the bedroom window. Moonlight poured over her saddened face, and clear stars lit up the sky. One in particular caught her eye, and she stared at it in wonder.

"My star. . . there's one thing I can always depend on to make me forget everything. . . my star."

Little did Kitty know, another young girl stared up at that same star in sadness and wonder. It was Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, or the Gothic Terror, as her brother Pietro often referred to her. Wanda cried softly to herself, knowing fullwell that no one could hear her whimpers. It was pointless to put on an act any longer. Yeah, she was pissed at her father and her brother. She wished they would just die, a slow, torturous, and painful death. But it wouldn't happen. She wasn't that lucky. And her powers were useless. She was cuffed, her hands unable to move. She didn't know what they were made of, but it was somehow able to negate her powers. Life sucked. She contemplated suicide, but it wouldn't work right now. She sighed.

"Why me?" She screamed out.

"Why do I have to be the one in a screwed up family? Why is it no one wants me?!"

She heaved in and out, crying to herself. No one would find her. She knew it. Her father would make sure of that.

She thought back to recent events, still unclear of exactly what had happened.

FLASHBACK

"Daddy, no help me! Daddy, no! Help me!"

They dragged me away, kicking and screaming. Daddy and Pietro just stood there, watching me. It was really rainy out, and I was cold. But I didn't care. I just wanted to go home to my bed, and play. I didn't know these strange men dragging me to my new home. It looked really spooky, and I didn't like it.

"Pietro, help me! Daddy!!"

I watched my family slowly get into our car and drive away. They left me. I stopped fighting and let myself be carried into the building. I'd been abandoned like one of those puppies I'd saw on a street corner last week. No one was coming back for me. I was only eight.

"Pietro!"

I jerked awake, screaming for my brother. He zipped into my room.

"Wanda, what's wrong? Wanda. . ."

I stared at him, strangely. I could feel anger rising in me, my blood boiling to the point where I thought I would kill my own flesh and blood.

"Wanda?" He put a hand on my shoulder. I tensed. "Talk to me sis."

"I- I had a dream. About you and Dad."

Pietro's face paled when I said that. I felt him shaking, his voice wavering. "What happened?"

"I was sent away. To a creepy old castle. You and me- we were so young. I was so scared, and you two left me."

"Wanda just forget about it- it was just a nightmare."

"But I can't! It felt too real!"

"Wanda, forget about it now. And don't say anything to Dad, and worry him okay? Now go back to sleep."

I held my hand to my face, shaking. He came over and gave me a hug. He was shaking too. And I felt. . . horribly, horribly angry.

'Goodnight, sister."

"Night, Pietro."

I went back to sleep.

END FLASHBACK

"And that's where it started. . ." Wanda said to no one in particular. "But it got so much worse. . ."

FLASHBACK

I left school, walking home, alone. It had been two days since my last nightmare. I kept having the same dream, every night, each time more intense. Pietro would come in and comfort me, but I felt so angry every time I thought of my brother, and my father, especially. What was wrong with me?

"Lonely, sheila?"

I turned. It was just Pyro. I was happy to see him, but I had the urge to strangle him for some reason. He was leaned lazily against a streetlight. I had to admit that for one of my father's lackeys, he did look good.

"What do you want, Pyro?"

"Just to give you a little something."

"From my father, perhaps?"

"Perhaps, sheila."

I felt intensely angry. I balled my hands into fists, and the streetlight, glowed blue with the use of my power. Pyro jumped away from it, walking toward me.

"No need to be angry, sheila. I come in peace."

"What is so important that you had to find me now?!"

"This." He held up a zippo lighter. It looked new. He smiled proudly.

"A new lighter? My god, you are a maniac." I shook my head sadly. "But I need to be going."

"But sheila! The texture, the ma-ma-magnificence of it! It's so perfect! Just look at it!"

I sighed and turned my head to study it. I had to admit, it was a nice lighter. Gold plated, with his initials etched in red.

"Fire. . ." He breathed.

He flicked it open, but fire wasn't what came out. White gas poured out, and I tried to focus.

"Pyro, you ass-"

END FLASHBACK

And here she was. "I really am an idiot. Why did I fall for that?"

She smiled wickedly. "Now I know remember why I hate my father's friends. If only Pyro didn't work for him. . ."

She sighed forcedly. Like the asshole would ever change. And even if he did, why would he date a psychotic bitch, especially one who was the daughter of his ruthless ex-employer?

"I really am psychotic."

She continued to watch her star, twinkling merrily.

"I wish I could forget."

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