There was a faint sound of larks chirping outside. Sunlight streaked through the window, and gently sunbathed Kitty's warm skin, in various highlights. She was asleep, resting quietly in a bed. The room was very childish; stuffed plushies were mounted on the dressers, with very girly, light-colored pink sheets.
Kitty's eyes squinted abhorrently at the sudden sound of a rhythmic ringing of a pink alarm clock. She yawned quietly, and thoughtlessly reached her arm in random places, eventually placing her hands on an oak nightstand. Her fingers tipped the top it, and immediately shut it off altogether. For a moment, she simply lied motionlessly in bed. Then gathered strength and will power to sit upright. She grumbled. "Stupid clock."
Kitty yawned, and adjusted herself comfortably. Her face was obviously dazed and indicated a lack of focus. She picked up the alarm clock and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Six thirty in the morning..." Kitty yawned again. "I must've slept through the whole night." She said to herself quietly, recalling yesterday's accident with Forge's latest invention. Her lips puckered in jealousy, assuming the Tabitha would be in heaps of heaven with enough gold to make her a billionaire, and use her newfound wealth to take a huge ego trip, while all Kitty herself so humbly received was a painful zap and skin pricking within a brief crash of lightning. She was relieved however; she didn't expect herself to make such a good recovery in such little time. But then her mind trailed to the worst.
Another day at school, she thought unpleasantly. Being a regular person was already quite difficult, but at Bayville High her peers knew, and acknowledged her mutant secrets with obvious resentment, and that made fitting in a far cry from her reality. She slipped aside her covers, picked up the clothes that lied at the foot of her bed, and sluggishly approached the bedroom door to take a shower. "Come on Rouge, wake up. We're gonna be late." Kitty scolded in a tired whisper, closing the door behind her.
There was something missing, that Kitty was perhaps too absentminded in her sleepiness to notice, besides the peculiar ness of her surroundings. The room was very conservative. Peculiar because Kitty and Rouge compromised a more neutral tone for the room, because of course, they were two very different people. The taste wasn't nearly as high-classed and artsy as the conventional sleeping quarters at the institute. But most importantly what Kitty failed to comprehend most of all was that the room only provided one bed.
The shower was cranked on, and then a faint sound of humming. This went on for the next ten minutes until Kitty was completely dried off, and fully dressed in her usual attire of a pink shirt and jeans.
"Kitty! Hurry up or you're going to be late for school!" Said a voice from below. Kitty sighed and replaced her toothbrush on the toothbrush holder, and trotted clumsily down the stairs. How did they know I should be awake? She thought, again recalling the incident of yesterday, she at least believed that it was a miracle that she was even able to walk without a hint of pain. She shrugged and dismissed it; there was an addicting aroma of eggs and pancakes coming from the kitchen. The dining table was a lot smaller than what Kitty was accustomed to back at the institute. A middle aged man had his back turned to her, reading the newspaper, as a slightly younger looking business woman was at the stove cooking breakfast. She glanced at Kitty with a warm motherly smile. Kitty placed a hand on her mouth in confusion and complete shock. Her expression however was unafraid; there was something in her eyes that gave both of these people a very familiar recognition.
The man noticed a change in the woman's composure and raised his head. "Well it's about time you woke up Katherine."
"I was about to go wake you up myself." Said the woman. Kitty paused for a moment. She had never been more lost in her life. Finally, Kitty regained just enough of herself to speak.
"...Mom? Dad? What're you guys doing here?" She asked.
Her father laughed as if he were being told a joke. "Well we live here, honey."
"Since when? Where's the professor? Like, where's Jean, Scott, and the others?"
Her mother glanced at her with question. "Who're they? Are they friends from school? Are you sure you've been sleeping right, Kitty?"
"No, I--I mean--" Kitty was very frustrated. It was as if she had never gone to the institute in the first place; that her entire experience there was just a dream. She fell silent, not wanting to push her parents to question her further. She took a seat at the table, but her mind was too full of questions. So she decided she'd play with the food on her plate instead. Her father looked up from his food.
"Oh, and Kitty?"
"Yes, Daddy?" She responded quietly.
"Who gave you that necklace? It looks very pretty on you." He said. Kitty looked down, and noticed a silver necklace with a pale purple stone in the center, about the actual size of a marble. This wasn't on her neck before.
"Did a boy give it to you?" Her mother said, with a more hostile concern to her voice.
"I don't know where I got it, mom." Kitty said. "I--I must've found it in the trash or something?" She said, lying, but honestly clueless how it found its way on her neck. She reached her hands against the back of her neck to undo the clasp.
Her parents apparently accepted her random idea. "No, no honey. It's beautiful, you should keep it." Her father said. "It complements what you're wearing today, too." Kitty paused, and released her hands with a sigh.
"Now that you mention it dear, it does look very pretty on her. I don't know why anybody would just throw it away like that."
"Probably because the couple from down the street that just got divorced." Said her father.
There was a screeching sound nearing the house that alerted Kitty and her mother. "That's the bus, Kitty! Hurry or you'll be late!"
Kitty left the house. It was strange that her backpack was lying at the front door just like it had every day before she supposedly "left" home for the institute. But there was something tugging at Kitty. That her memories there were real, and so were the ones she was having here. Of course, in her mind she quietly concluded that there was only one possible way to find out.
Forge and the professor were in the laboratory alone, rearranging and dissembling parts before a small computer monitor. "Try this outlet, Forge." He said. Forge nodded, and placed a wire into what perfectly fit into a small chord outlet that connected to the wall. "There. Now we'll see if we can finally get to the bottom of this. I want to know how extensive Kitty's injuries can be... and I'm curious to know how much damage this machine took... for some reason."
The professor typed on a computer. "I'm going to run a short diagnostic on the computer." He said. "Perhaps we can get some--"
"Minimal access available. Overcharge has resulted in shut down in 45 percent of the operating systems." Forge read, and smiled wearily. "Well at least we've gotten one of answers, huh?"
"I suppose. I wasn't expecting the damages to the circuitry to be this severe. No matter, we'll see what else we can could come up with using what resources we have." He turned to Forge, and handed him the keyboard. "I think this is where you do your part. See if you can figure out it's operating patterns within the last couple hours."
"Yeah." Forge started typing on the keyboard. "Hrm." There was a buzzing in the computer. "An error. Guess like that plan didn't work."
"Not quite. I think I have another way to figure this out." The professor said. "We'll just have to gather our information in fragments, and put the pieces together ourselves. It might take awhile, but it'll at least give us some answers." He pointed a finger at a section of the mainframe.
"Now, I want you to run a system's check, only on the drive that allows the device to use transportation."
"If that doesn't work, we WILL be up all night." Forge sighed, and typed away at the keyboard again.
The door flung opened with surprise "Professor! Professor are you here?" Said Scott. The professor noticed Kurt and Jean behind him.
"Yes, I'm here Scott. Now, what's the matter?"
Kurt jumped in front of Scott. "It's Kitty!" He said. "She's been acting weird. Like crazy! Her voice sounds all babyish." He choked his throat to make the pitch higher. "Like this." He said, in an ill comparison.
"Hold on, hold on. Now one at a time, please." The professor said.
Jean squeezed herself between the two boys. "Well professor, we've been noticing some very immediate changes to Kitty that seem, well... peculiar."
"Explain."
Kurt jumped in again. "But Kitty looked shorter than usual, and her eyes were a hazel green! People don't just shrink over night professor."
Scott nodded, agreeing with the rest. "Jean said she started screaming when she saw Kurt without his image inducers, and she's ran off. We don't know where she is."
"She also has no memories of being at the institute at all. She didn't even recognize her own bedroom." Jean added.
"Hmm... It could be just as I suspected. The blast may've caused some brain damage, or amnesia to bluntly put it."
"Well--" Jean paused. "This might sound weird but I don't think so. At first I had assumed the same thing. When I was chasing her down the hallway, I managed to read her thoughts for a moment... and something sensed that she was telling the truth. In fact, her memories were consistent from day to day. As if... she had never truly been at the institute in her entire life."
"Hey professor, take a look at this! I think I found something!" Forge said, beckoning his wavering hand for him to come closer. The other students followed the professor.
"Let's see-- the coordinates have been identified. Perhaps now we can get some idea of what's going on." Professor Xavier grabbed hold of the mouse key, and began to click, and type at the computer. For about two whole minutes he did this in silence. None of the students dared to speak, they were just as anxious, and curious to figure our something, anything that might clue them in on their lack of factual information.
The computer made a high-pitched noise. A window appeared on the screen that made the professor's pupils dilate in a fearful recognition.
"Professor? What's wrong?" Jean asked.
The professor shook his head, and placed two fingers on his temples. "This is going to be difficult. I think I've got all the information I need to make a conclusion I didn't even hypothesize in the first place."
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Okay! Now that that chapter is over and done with, let's take a look at your reviews, guys. wipes forehead These next chapters will be foreshadowing what will be happening in the future, so buckle up! The ride's just started.
ldypebsaby: So she is freaking out so what happened to the other Kitty? What really happened? When will it make sense?
Peace out
Nymph: Well, I hope this chapter answers your question. Chapters 4 and 5 will answer your other questions ;.
Riderazzo :I hope it's a Lancitty! very interesting so far.
Nymph: Well after doing a lot of thought, I've made a decision on to whom to pair whom with who. The results just might surprise you, so stay tuned!
crazysilverkitty: COOL! Keep writing, please or I will go crazier than I already am. (Laughs manically and pulls out a tuft of hair.) Is that supposed to happen?(Holding the bit of hair) Oh well.
Nymph: Don't hurt yourself! I did the chapter, see? And don't pull out your hair, it's not good for you :P
Well, that's all for now! Feel free to leave some thoughts and suggestions. Your suggestions have already molded certain segments of the story (not that I'm gonna spoil how though). See ya'll next time!
Kitty's eyes squinted abhorrently at the sudden sound of a rhythmic ringing of a pink alarm clock. She yawned quietly, and thoughtlessly reached her arm in random places, eventually placing her hands on an oak nightstand. Her fingers tipped the top it, and immediately shut it off altogether. For a moment, she simply lied motionlessly in bed. Then gathered strength and will power to sit upright. She grumbled. "Stupid clock."
Kitty yawned, and adjusted herself comfortably. Her face was obviously dazed and indicated a lack of focus. She picked up the alarm clock and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Six thirty in the morning..." Kitty yawned again. "I must've slept through the whole night." She said to herself quietly, recalling yesterday's accident with Forge's latest invention. Her lips puckered in jealousy, assuming the Tabitha would be in heaps of heaven with enough gold to make her a billionaire, and use her newfound wealth to take a huge ego trip, while all Kitty herself so humbly received was a painful zap and skin pricking within a brief crash of lightning. She was relieved however; she didn't expect herself to make such a good recovery in such little time. But then her mind trailed to the worst.
Another day at school, she thought unpleasantly. Being a regular person was already quite difficult, but at Bayville High her peers knew, and acknowledged her mutant secrets with obvious resentment, and that made fitting in a far cry from her reality. She slipped aside her covers, picked up the clothes that lied at the foot of her bed, and sluggishly approached the bedroom door to take a shower. "Come on Rouge, wake up. We're gonna be late." Kitty scolded in a tired whisper, closing the door behind her.
There was something missing, that Kitty was perhaps too absentminded in her sleepiness to notice, besides the peculiar ness of her surroundings. The room was very conservative. Peculiar because Kitty and Rouge compromised a more neutral tone for the room, because of course, they were two very different people. The taste wasn't nearly as high-classed and artsy as the conventional sleeping quarters at the institute. But most importantly what Kitty failed to comprehend most of all was that the room only provided one bed.
The shower was cranked on, and then a faint sound of humming. This went on for the next ten minutes until Kitty was completely dried off, and fully dressed in her usual attire of a pink shirt and jeans.
"Kitty! Hurry up or you're going to be late for school!" Said a voice from below. Kitty sighed and replaced her toothbrush on the toothbrush holder, and trotted clumsily down the stairs. How did they know I should be awake? She thought, again recalling the incident of yesterday, she at least believed that it was a miracle that she was even able to walk without a hint of pain. She shrugged and dismissed it; there was an addicting aroma of eggs and pancakes coming from the kitchen. The dining table was a lot smaller than what Kitty was accustomed to back at the institute. A middle aged man had his back turned to her, reading the newspaper, as a slightly younger looking business woman was at the stove cooking breakfast. She glanced at Kitty with a warm motherly smile. Kitty placed a hand on her mouth in confusion and complete shock. Her expression however was unafraid; there was something in her eyes that gave both of these people a very familiar recognition.
The man noticed a change in the woman's composure and raised his head. "Well it's about time you woke up Katherine."
"I was about to go wake you up myself." Said the woman. Kitty paused for a moment. She had never been more lost in her life. Finally, Kitty regained just enough of herself to speak.
"...Mom? Dad? What're you guys doing here?" She asked.
Her father laughed as if he were being told a joke. "Well we live here, honey."
"Since when? Where's the professor? Like, where's Jean, Scott, and the others?"
Her mother glanced at her with question. "Who're they? Are they friends from school? Are you sure you've been sleeping right, Kitty?"
"No, I--I mean--" Kitty was very frustrated. It was as if she had never gone to the institute in the first place; that her entire experience there was just a dream. She fell silent, not wanting to push her parents to question her further. She took a seat at the table, but her mind was too full of questions. So she decided she'd play with the food on her plate instead. Her father looked up from his food.
"Oh, and Kitty?"
"Yes, Daddy?" She responded quietly.
"Who gave you that necklace? It looks very pretty on you." He said. Kitty looked down, and noticed a silver necklace with a pale purple stone in the center, about the actual size of a marble. This wasn't on her neck before.
"Did a boy give it to you?" Her mother said, with a more hostile concern to her voice.
"I don't know where I got it, mom." Kitty said. "I--I must've found it in the trash or something?" She said, lying, but honestly clueless how it found its way on her neck. She reached her hands against the back of her neck to undo the clasp.
Her parents apparently accepted her random idea. "No, no honey. It's beautiful, you should keep it." Her father said. "It complements what you're wearing today, too." Kitty paused, and released her hands with a sigh.
"Now that you mention it dear, it does look very pretty on her. I don't know why anybody would just throw it away like that."
"Probably because the couple from down the street that just got divorced." Said her father.
There was a screeching sound nearing the house that alerted Kitty and her mother. "That's the bus, Kitty! Hurry or you'll be late!"
Kitty left the house. It was strange that her backpack was lying at the front door just like it had every day before she supposedly "left" home for the institute. But there was something tugging at Kitty. That her memories there were real, and so were the ones she was having here. Of course, in her mind she quietly concluded that there was only one possible way to find out.
Forge and the professor were in the laboratory alone, rearranging and dissembling parts before a small computer monitor. "Try this outlet, Forge." He said. Forge nodded, and placed a wire into what perfectly fit into a small chord outlet that connected to the wall. "There. Now we'll see if we can finally get to the bottom of this. I want to know how extensive Kitty's injuries can be... and I'm curious to know how much damage this machine took... for some reason."
The professor typed on a computer. "I'm going to run a short diagnostic on the computer." He said. "Perhaps we can get some--"
"Minimal access available. Overcharge has resulted in shut down in 45 percent of the operating systems." Forge read, and smiled wearily. "Well at least we've gotten one of answers, huh?"
"I suppose. I wasn't expecting the damages to the circuitry to be this severe. No matter, we'll see what else we can could come up with using what resources we have." He turned to Forge, and handed him the keyboard. "I think this is where you do your part. See if you can figure out it's operating patterns within the last couple hours."
"Yeah." Forge started typing on the keyboard. "Hrm." There was a buzzing in the computer. "An error. Guess like that plan didn't work."
"Not quite. I think I have another way to figure this out." The professor said. "We'll just have to gather our information in fragments, and put the pieces together ourselves. It might take awhile, but it'll at least give us some answers." He pointed a finger at a section of the mainframe.
"Now, I want you to run a system's check, only on the drive that allows the device to use transportation."
"If that doesn't work, we WILL be up all night." Forge sighed, and typed away at the keyboard again.
The door flung opened with surprise "Professor! Professor are you here?" Said Scott. The professor noticed Kurt and Jean behind him.
"Yes, I'm here Scott. Now, what's the matter?"
Kurt jumped in front of Scott. "It's Kitty!" He said. "She's been acting weird. Like crazy! Her voice sounds all babyish." He choked his throat to make the pitch higher. "Like this." He said, in an ill comparison.
"Hold on, hold on. Now one at a time, please." The professor said.
Jean squeezed herself between the two boys. "Well professor, we've been noticing some very immediate changes to Kitty that seem, well... peculiar."
"Explain."
Kurt jumped in again. "But Kitty looked shorter than usual, and her eyes were a hazel green! People don't just shrink over night professor."
Scott nodded, agreeing with the rest. "Jean said she started screaming when she saw Kurt without his image inducers, and she's ran off. We don't know where she is."
"She also has no memories of being at the institute at all. She didn't even recognize her own bedroom." Jean added.
"Hmm... It could be just as I suspected. The blast may've caused some brain damage, or amnesia to bluntly put it."
"Well--" Jean paused. "This might sound weird but I don't think so. At first I had assumed the same thing. When I was chasing her down the hallway, I managed to read her thoughts for a moment... and something sensed that she was telling the truth. In fact, her memories were consistent from day to day. As if... she had never truly been at the institute in her entire life."
"Hey professor, take a look at this! I think I found something!" Forge said, beckoning his wavering hand for him to come closer. The other students followed the professor.
"Let's see-- the coordinates have been identified. Perhaps now we can get some idea of what's going on." Professor Xavier grabbed hold of the mouse key, and began to click, and type at the computer. For about two whole minutes he did this in silence. None of the students dared to speak, they were just as anxious, and curious to figure our something, anything that might clue them in on their lack of factual information.
The computer made a high-pitched noise. A window appeared on the screen that made the professor's pupils dilate in a fearful recognition.
"Professor? What's wrong?" Jean asked.
The professor shook his head, and placed two fingers on his temples. "This is going to be difficult. I think I've got all the information I need to make a conclusion I didn't even hypothesize in the first place."
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Okay! Now that that chapter is over and done with, let's take a look at your reviews, guys. wipes forehead These next chapters will be foreshadowing what will be happening in the future, so buckle up! The ride's just started.
ldypebsaby: So she is freaking out so what happened to the other Kitty? What really happened? When will it make sense?
Peace out
Nymph: Well, I hope this chapter answers your question. Chapters 4 and 5 will answer your other questions ;.
Riderazzo :I hope it's a Lancitty! very interesting so far.
Nymph: Well after doing a lot of thought, I've made a decision on to whom to pair whom with who. The results just might surprise you, so stay tuned!
crazysilverkitty: COOL! Keep writing, please or I will go crazier than I already am. (Laughs manically and pulls out a tuft of hair.) Is that supposed to happen?(Holding the bit of hair) Oh well.
Nymph: Don't hurt yourself! I did the chapter, see? And don't pull out your hair, it's not good for you :P
Well, that's all for now! Feel free to leave some thoughts and suggestions. Your suggestions have already molded certain segments of the story (not that I'm gonna spoil how though). See ya'll next time!