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Here's the second chapter and I really want to thank EVERYONE who read and reviewed my story, thus far. I'm really glad you liked my character. Once again thanks.
-Chapter 2: Defining Uncertainty
Kat was awoken by the blaring music of her alarm clock. She hated mornings, she was more of a night owl, preferring it to be dark over light. But Kat dragged herself from her warm bed and proceeded to change from her pajamas and into her jeans, black tank-top and gloves, and then finally her old olive colored army coat. Her clothes and bed sheets were the made out of a special material that could resist her skin. In other words, her clothes were made so that they couldn't burn right off her body. Kat grabbed her backpack off her desk and headed down stairs.
~*~*~ She thought about eating breakfast, and decided that a cookie would be sufficient. Food was food, and food, was just one of those things Kat had learned to live without. So Kat drudgingly trudged down stairs to the kitchen, only to find another mutant looking through cupboards. He had blue fur, a pointed tail, sharp teeth and other odd features, that made him quite noticeable around the boarding school. She had seen him the day she arrived and always saw him with at least one or more other people. One of those social butterflies that she never even thought about approaching. "Oh, hello there," he said with a smile on his face. 'Great, a morning person,' she thought to herself. "Hi my names Kurt, are you new?" he asked through his germen accent. "Sort of," She said looking down. She knew she was stuck, so she smiled her best 'nice to meet you' smile and went on to look for a box of cookies. "Name's Kat" she added not looking up. "Oh, vell, it's very nice to meet you!" he replied cheerfully. "Do you like living at the institute?" Kurt asked trying to make conversation. "It's better than the streets," Kat said quickly. She wasn't good with polite conversation. Kat finally found a box of old cookies and pulled one out. She stood up and grabbed her backpack off the table and headed for the door. "Vhere are you going? School doesn't start for another half an hour, and Scott usually drives us to school any ways," Kurt said to her seeing that she was about to leave. "I like to walk, besides I get car sick." She said over her shoulder as she walked out of the kitchen. It wasn't any thing against Kurt or Scott, or whoever else would be going to school "together", it was more like Kat just wasn't' big into the whole group thing. She constantly felt twisted about the subject of people. One minute she wanted to be with them, talk to them; be a part of them, then the next, she disliked them. They would talk to you once, judge you, then based on that quick judgment, either talk or in most cases, never talk to you again.
~*~*~
Kat went around back to get her bike. It was one of the few things she had brought with her to the institute. It was her most treasured possession. Kat like to ride it at the skate park. There she could ride up and down the ramps that was what she considered relaxing. Kat rode quickly to the park. She knew she didn't have much time but felt like she needed something to feel calm about right now. When she got there she saw that someone had beaten her to the ramps already. The African American boy was about her age, and she knew she had seen him at the institute before. He seemed like a loner himself at times. He had blonde hair and looked like one of those street skaters, fresh from the city. He was currently on a skateboard, and she wondered if he'd care that she was there, so she went ahead and rode on in. the boy looked up for a minute at her presence and then continued to skate. Kat rode up and down the ramps a couple times. She wasn't a pro or any thing, just a regular ramp rider. After a while Kat stopped only to realize the time. She got her backpack and started to leave. "Hey!" she heard from be hind. Kat turned around to see the boy talking to her. "Yeah?" she said, but it came out more like a question. "You know, your pretty good," said the boy. "Uhh, thanks, you too." Kat wasn't sure how to take the compliment. "I haven't seen you around here before," he said back to her. "Just moved here to the institute, you live there too, don't you?" she asked. "Yeah man, sorry guess I never noticed ya," he said putting one hand behind his head, in the other his board. "No one ever does..." Kat said as she turned to start leaving again. Every one seemed to see her for the first time to day. And she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. "Hey, name's Even. Nice to meet ya," Even called as Kat continued to walk with her bike. "Call me Kat, likewise," she said now facing him and walking backwards. Kat turned back around and hopped on her bike and headed for school.
~*~*~
English was Kat's second period. She strolled into the classroom and sat down at her usual seat. Yet another day spent on the ever-tiring subject of the theme "Against All Odds". That was their current unit of study. 'Right' she thought. When against all odd, you lose. It was purely that simple. Suddenly there was a large commotion out side in the hall. Kat looked up to see none other than Pietro in the hall. What a surprise. After the bell rang Pietro's group dismembered and he himself walked into the room finding his own seat next to hers. Class soon started as the teacher droned in on cue about the previous night's homework. "Hey," he said as he leaned back in his chair and looked over to her. "What is it today?" she said out loud as she rolled eyes in Pietro's direction. "Well excuu-sue meee! Just trying to make friendly conversation." Pietro said in his usual fast paced tone. "Sorry," Kat replied. "I was just going to say, your that chick that was staring at me yesterday, don't be embarrassed, happens a lot." He said with a smirk on his face. He was so arrogant; it would be fun trying to put him down. "I'm sure it does. But how 'bout this, can you say modesty?" Kat said in a voice that would usually be used to talk to a baby. "Feisty. And it's only our first meeting. You move fast, I like that." Pietro was still leaning back in his chair; he had a grin on his face that made him look obvious in his attempt to be smooth. Kat looked over to him. "Who said I was moving towards you?" she replied a smirk of her own forming. She waited for the retaliation. "I'm sure you catch all your victims that way." She added for good measure. "Who me? You make it sound like I'm the bad guy?" he replied in a mock-hurt voice. "Well maybe you are." Kat said with a nod of assurance. "So what does that make you?" he asked back. "What do you care?" Kat said. "Mr. Maximoff!" yelled the teacher out of nowhere. "Yes?" he replied coolly. "Since you were just engaged in such a fascinating conversation, maybe you could tell me a bit about our next story?" the teacher adjusted her glasses and continued her steely gaze at Pietro. "...and that story would be?" he asked as calm as ever. "Romeo & Juliet". "Ok, boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they like each other and then he goes and screws himself by committing suicide cause he can't date the chick." Pietro replied, trying to look cool by looking over his nails and not at the teacher. "Really," said the teacher with a frown. "Sometimes I wonder about you, Pietro. The REAL story is about..." Kat stopped listening after that. "So according to you, when someone isn't selfish, they're just stupid." Kat snapped at Pietro. "I didn't say that, it's just why go to the extreme of killing yourself over a girl, when you can go out and find another one?!" he said with a shrug. "You make it sound like we're merchandise," Kat hissed back. "What are you so offended for?" Pietro asked. "You're a real jerk," she said back. That was the best she could do. "Oh, I'm not even warmed up yet..." Pietro said with a smirk at her. She was now a challenge, and Pietro Maximoff, could not resist a challenge.
More to come...
Here's the second chapter and I really want to thank EVERYONE who read and reviewed my story, thus far. I'm really glad you liked my character. Once again thanks.
-Chapter 2: Defining Uncertainty
Kat was awoken by the blaring music of her alarm clock. She hated mornings, she was more of a night owl, preferring it to be dark over light. But Kat dragged herself from her warm bed and proceeded to change from her pajamas and into her jeans, black tank-top and gloves, and then finally her old olive colored army coat. Her clothes and bed sheets were the made out of a special material that could resist her skin. In other words, her clothes were made so that they couldn't burn right off her body. Kat grabbed her backpack off her desk and headed down stairs.
~*~*~ She thought about eating breakfast, and decided that a cookie would be sufficient. Food was food, and food, was just one of those things Kat had learned to live without. So Kat drudgingly trudged down stairs to the kitchen, only to find another mutant looking through cupboards. He had blue fur, a pointed tail, sharp teeth and other odd features, that made him quite noticeable around the boarding school. She had seen him the day she arrived and always saw him with at least one or more other people. One of those social butterflies that she never even thought about approaching. "Oh, hello there," he said with a smile on his face. 'Great, a morning person,' she thought to herself. "Hi my names Kurt, are you new?" he asked through his germen accent. "Sort of," She said looking down. She knew she was stuck, so she smiled her best 'nice to meet you' smile and went on to look for a box of cookies. "Name's Kat" she added not looking up. "Oh, vell, it's very nice to meet you!" he replied cheerfully. "Do you like living at the institute?" Kurt asked trying to make conversation. "It's better than the streets," Kat said quickly. She wasn't good with polite conversation. Kat finally found a box of old cookies and pulled one out. She stood up and grabbed her backpack off the table and headed for the door. "Vhere are you going? School doesn't start for another half an hour, and Scott usually drives us to school any ways," Kurt said to her seeing that she was about to leave. "I like to walk, besides I get car sick." She said over her shoulder as she walked out of the kitchen. It wasn't any thing against Kurt or Scott, or whoever else would be going to school "together", it was more like Kat just wasn't' big into the whole group thing. She constantly felt twisted about the subject of people. One minute she wanted to be with them, talk to them; be a part of them, then the next, she disliked them. They would talk to you once, judge you, then based on that quick judgment, either talk or in most cases, never talk to you again.
~*~*~
Kat went around back to get her bike. It was one of the few things she had brought with her to the institute. It was her most treasured possession. Kat like to ride it at the skate park. There she could ride up and down the ramps that was what she considered relaxing. Kat rode quickly to the park. She knew she didn't have much time but felt like she needed something to feel calm about right now. When she got there she saw that someone had beaten her to the ramps already. The African American boy was about her age, and she knew she had seen him at the institute before. He seemed like a loner himself at times. He had blonde hair and looked like one of those street skaters, fresh from the city. He was currently on a skateboard, and she wondered if he'd care that she was there, so she went ahead and rode on in. the boy looked up for a minute at her presence and then continued to skate. Kat rode up and down the ramps a couple times. She wasn't a pro or any thing, just a regular ramp rider. After a while Kat stopped only to realize the time. She got her backpack and started to leave. "Hey!" she heard from be hind. Kat turned around to see the boy talking to her. "Yeah?" she said, but it came out more like a question. "You know, your pretty good," said the boy. "Uhh, thanks, you too." Kat wasn't sure how to take the compliment. "I haven't seen you around here before," he said back to her. "Just moved here to the institute, you live there too, don't you?" she asked. "Yeah man, sorry guess I never noticed ya," he said putting one hand behind his head, in the other his board. "No one ever does..." Kat said as she turned to start leaving again. Every one seemed to see her for the first time to day. And she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. "Hey, name's Even. Nice to meet ya," Even called as Kat continued to walk with her bike. "Call me Kat, likewise," she said now facing him and walking backwards. Kat turned back around and hopped on her bike and headed for school.
~*~*~
English was Kat's second period. She strolled into the classroom and sat down at her usual seat. Yet another day spent on the ever-tiring subject of the theme "Against All Odds". That was their current unit of study. 'Right' she thought. When against all odd, you lose. It was purely that simple. Suddenly there was a large commotion out side in the hall. Kat looked up to see none other than Pietro in the hall. What a surprise. After the bell rang Pietro's group dismembered and he himself walked into the room finding his own seat next to hers. Class soon started as the teacher droned in on cue about the previous night's homework. "Hey," he said as he leaned back in his chair and looked over to her. "What is it today?" she said out loud as she rolled eyes in Pietro's direction. "Well excuu-sue meee! Just trying to make friendly conversation." Pietro said in his usual fast paced tone. "Sorry," Kat replied. "I was just going to say, your that chick that was staring at me yesterday, don't be embarrassed, happens a lot." He said with a smirk on his face. He was so arrogant; it would be fun trying to put him down. "I'm sure it does. But how 'bout this, can you say modesty?" Kat said in a voice that would usually be used to talk to a baby. "Feisty. And it's only our first meeting. You move fast, I like that." Pietro was still leaning back in his chair; he had a grin on his face that made him look obvious in his attempt to be smooth. Kat looked over to him. "Who said I was moving towards you?" she replied a smirk of her own forming. She waited for the retaliation. "I'm sure you catch all your victims that way." She added for good measure. "Who me? You make it sound like I'm the bad guy?" he replied in a mock-hurt voice. "Well maybe you are." Kat said with a nod of assurance. "So what does that make you?" he asked back. "What do you care?" Kat said. "Mr. Maximoff!" yelled the teacher out of nowhere. "Yes?" he replied coolly. "Since you were just engaged in such a fascinating conversation, maybe you could tell me a bit about our next story?" the teacher adjusted her glasses and continued her steely gaze at Pietro. "...and that story would be?" he asked as calm as ever. "Romeo & Juliet". "Ok, boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they like each other and then he goes and screws himself by committing suicide cause he can't date the chick." Pietro replied, trying to look cool by looking over his nails and not at the teacher. "Really," said the teacher with a frown. "Sometimes I wonder about you, Pietro. The REAL story is about..." Kat stopped listening after that. "So according to you, when someone isn't selfish, they're just stupid." Kat snapped at Pietro. "I didn't say that, it's just why go to the extreme of killing yourself over a girl, when you can go out and find another one?!" he said with a shrug. "You make it sound like we're merchandise," Kat hissed back. "What are you so offended for?" Pietro asked. "You're a real jerk," she said back. That was the best she could do. "Oh, I'm not even warmed up yet..." Pietro said with a smirk at her. She was now a challenge, and Pietro Maximoff, could not resist a challenge.
More to come...