Dismal Angel 2010 - Episode 24

Chapter 5: Rage of the Kitty

Kitty Pryde had dried her eyes, washed her face and supped on sweet tea to calm her nerves a little just as the professor had suggested. Feeling much more relaxed and confident, she decided to find Piotr to try and talk some sense into him. She hoped by now he might have calmed down at least a little. She could understand it in some sense, and she had tried as many times as she could to try and see it from his point of view. It did make sense that he'd suspect Remy was the father of her baby, especially when the two spent so much time together.

I wish I WAS in love with Remy, Kitty thought. Even Remy's less trouble than Piotr is. I always thought that when I got in a relationship with Piotr everything would be perfect, but it's been a disaster from the start, she thought as she headed down the male wing of the mansion.

Kitty tried to picture the situation happening to Rogue and Remy, and wondered if this ordeal had happened to Rogue, and Rogue had become pregnant with another man's child, would Remy have still loved her enough to stick by her anyway?

Of course he would, Kitty made a face, because he actually loves Rogue. For all I know, this thing with Piotr is a mere crush or something. She sighed, stopping halfway along the hall. She was beginning to not care anymore. She'd been through so much grief thinking about not hurting Piotr and now thinking about how much she had hurt him, that she was beginning to think it might be best if she did not see him anymore. She was beginning to feel like everything had been a mistake in its entirety, and that it should have been left an unrequited love, because at least she would never have felt as loathsome for him as she did at the moment.

Kitty shook her head at herself, she was thinking irrationally, and that was no good. She approached Piotr's bedroom door to find it open, Piotr was packing, his back was turned to the door. "What…are you doing?" she stammered.

"I cannot be here…" Piotr said, he did not turn to face her, he simply continued to shove whatever he could into his holdall.

"You're going to run away?!" Kitty demanded, "can't you just pretend to be a man for five MINUTES and just stand here and deal with this?" she demanded.

"I have stood and I have dealt with several things in my life," Piotr said coldly, he finally turned and stared at her. "I have stood and I have told you I am in love with you. I have stood and let my heart be broken. I will not stand and have the broken shards stepped on by you and Remy LeBeau."

"Remy is NOT the father of my baby!" Kitty hissed, she was getting very fed up with having to repeat the same thing over and over only to have it fall on deaf ears such as his.

"Then who IS?" Piotr bellowed.

"Who knows?!" Kitty demanded insanely, "you obviously have NO trust for me, so for all you care, it could be ANYONE in the mansion, hey, for all you know it could even be the Profs, right? That's someone else for you to blame, isn't it, someone who didn't do anything, but was just there at the right time so it looks suspicious."

"You are speaking complete dribble," Piotr uttered.

"And YOU are talking out of your ass," Kitty said stubbornly, "the father of my baby is someone I haven't even SEEN in over two months!"

"I don't believe you!" Piotr looked at her, "I believe you are covering up for Remy because your heart lies with him."

"The father of my baby is Ryan Bloom!" Kitty yelled.

Piotr stopped, he went silent, then blinked, "Ryan Bloom…" he said quietly, "is he not—" he was about to go into a long explanation of who he thought Ryan Bloom was.

"The brother of my ex-boyfriend – remember, the one who went to prison for hacking a bank?" Kitty's eyes were wide with frustration.

"He is barely a child…"

"He's nineteen," Kitty responded, "not much younger than I am…I'm only twenty-two."

"Twenty-three next month," Piotr pointed out. "A little old to be messing around with a nineteen year old."

"Look, what I do with my life is my own personal business. So what, I had a fling. I'm sure YOU'VE had flings in your life too, probably lots."

"I most certainly do not!" Piotr's cheeks flushed scarlet, "but if I did I would have the common sense to at least take precautions so that I do not end up with unwanted children!"

"I WANT my child, okay?" Kitty yelled, although she wasn't sure if it was him, or herself she was trying to convince, "it might have been a complete and utter shock but this isn't some stupid accident I wish I could take back, okay?" she demanded, "this might be unplanned, but I'm going to make my life work regardless of the obstacles that have jumped out at me, and if you want to be part of it, FINE, but if you want to just run away like a scared little kid, then just fuck off and do it because I'm not going to stand here and WASTE my time crying over you and the fear of hurting you anymore," she felt her temperature rise, and she tried to calm down. She knew this kind of rage within herself could not have been good for her unborn child.

"You are not seriously suggesting that I become part of this?!" Piotr demanded.

"Then what do you suggest, break up because of a pregnancy that happened before we decided to get together?"

"I have nothing to do with this," Piotr said, "I had plans for you and me, Kitty, but bringing up some other man's child was not part of it."

"I didn't ASK you if you wanted to bring up some other man's child," Kitty spat at him, "I asked you if you want to be part of my life – the kid has nothing to do with our feelings for each other," she reminded angrily. "Y'know what, I was coming here, intent on asking for forgiveness for keeping this from you, but I think now it's YOU who owes me the apology, for being such an asshole, always being suspicious, never trusting me, and for making me feel about THIS big," she held her thumb and index finger a centimetre apart.

"I do not owe you any apologies," Piotr uttered, he turned and zipped up his bag, then pulled the strap over his shoulder as he grabbed his jacket from the chair.

"Be that way," Kitty uttered, "and just so we're clear before anyone asks. I dumped YOU," she hissed, and turned away as he stomped past her, she heard his heavy footsteps descend down the stairs, she heard the loud slam of the mansions front door.

If she had not been so angry, she thought she might have cried, but for once, she was going to hold her head high and hold back the tears.

Rogue and Remy were walking side by side towards the Mansion, "so…" Rogue said, she had her arms folded casually as she walked, the short skirt of the sundress flapping around her thighs from a gentle warm breeze. "What have I missed in the last three weeks?" she asked softly.

"A lot, but I don't want to bore you with it all right now," Remy said, his hair stirring in the breeze, he took a long drag of his cigarette, "Bobby's still an asschunk, Piotr's gettin' on my last nerve, and Kitty…well…you know."

"I just…I don't understand how someone…so…together…could run out and get pregnant…" Rogue admitted sounding very confused, "I mean…if the baby isn't Piotr's…then who is it's?"

"You should maybe consult Kitty about that, hmmm?" Remy asked softly, he flicked the ash from his cigarette to the ground, then took another long drag, he exhaled the smoke through his nose.

"You…aren't the father, are you?" Rogue turned, "I mean…" she stopped him, "I know…you said to everyone back there that you aren't," she added, "but…you always were able to lie to them so easy, but…I just…"

"Why is it this is a popular theory that I must be the father of her baby?" Remy queried sadly, "am I that much of a male slut that when anyone's pregnant the first name that comes to mind as the father has to be mines?"

"No," Rogue admitted, "it's just…I don't know…I've been…not myself, and you and Kitty are good friends, and a lot can happen in three weeks…y'know."

"I wouldn't do that to you…" Remy said, he looked at her seriously.

Rogue looked down to the ground, and shivered despite the breeze, the memories of the past left her feeling cold and incredibly vulnerable, "It's just…you know, you did."

Remy realised at once she was speaking of Bella Donna. He and Rogue had still been technically together when he'd slept with Bella Donna, getting her pregnant – although it was part of a scheme to free them from the Assassins clutches. He realised maybe Rogue did have a reason to worry, he HAD done it before, no matter what the circumstances were.

"I'm not the father…I still haven't slept with anyone in eleven months."

"It's sad you're still counting," Rogue said in a grave tone.

"I know," Remy sighed, he moved over and put his hands on her hips, and pulled her a little closer, "listen, Chere. I love you more than anything in this world, my life just…doesn't amount to anything without you…do you think I'd REALLY blow everything I have with you by sleepin' with Kitty? I know she's your friend and everything, and she's kinda pretty, but no offence, she has no tits, and no ass…it'd be like ridin' a bike, with no handlebars and saddle."

"Remy!" Rogue gaped at the crudeness.
"Okay, bad analogy, but, you get what I mean…she's not my type."

"And what IS your type?" Rogue said, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Tanned, sexy, with green eyes, ample bosom and an ass you could rest a can of beer on and park a bike in," he smirked.

"You're unbelievably chauvinistic sometimes you know," Rogue smiled.

"Yup," he grinned.

Suddenly the roar of an engine caught their attention and they both whirled around to see a very large man on a motorbike speed past them, heading down the road leaving Bayville, a holdall strapped to the back of the bike. Rogue blinked, she was sure he must have been past the speed limit.

"Whoah, he's going a bit fast, ain't he?" she gaped.

Remy stopped and watched the biker descend down the road and disappear from sight, "fuck," he mumbled.

"What?" Rogue asked, she touched his shoulder to get his attention.

Remy sighed deep in his chest, despite the helmet, he couldn't mistake the large bulk sitting on that bike, and he recognised the bike, "that was Piotr."