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Ch. 6
Rogue fluffed her hair, the white tips of her bangs falling in front of her face. The room, at least for now, was all hers.
The small bathroom that she had once had to share with Kitty now seemed gigantic, now that they weren't fighting for a space in the shower in the mornings.
Two weeks. Two full weeks.
Rogue desperately hoped that her half brother could keep both himself and Kitty alive. "He certainly can . . ."
She turned around in the mirror, satisfied with her look, which was nothing more than a long sleeved shirt, light cotton pants, and her customary gloves. Slipping them on with practiced ease, she turned towards the door.
"You'd both better look out for each otha, fuzzy. Othawise Ah'm gonna halfta go out there and bring ya back mahself." She grinned. They would have probably preferred that over Logan's method . . .
Slash first, forgive later.
Logan and Beast
Beast leapt up to the higher branches of a tree, trying to get a whiff of any of their quarries.
"Jeez. How can two fuzzballs, a little girl, and some kind of . . . I dunno, just a guy who smells like Sabertooth lose us so easily?" He sniffed the air, and slashed the side of a tree in frustration.
"Well, Kurt can --"
"It's what's called a 'rhetorical statement' fuzzball. Meaning, possibly, that I don't really want a response, Hm?"
Beast smiled to himself. Even if Logan wasn't the most educated, or in any case, the most commendable of audiences, he definitely had his entertainment value.
Wolverine ignored his smile, knowing he was probably thinking of some insult of him, and turned towards the south. "There is one thing that I really don't get."
"How could something that would weight something between two and three tons be able to make his footprints disappear?"
"What makes you so sure it's a boy?"
"I thought Saber was a guy, unless there was something that he . . . 'it,' was hiding from me."
"Okay, let's run through the possibilities here," Beast held up one hand and began counting on his fingers. "One, this . . . thing, is an illusion that Mystique put up --"
"Doubt it. Mystique can't change her weight, and she can't change her smell anyways."
"It could be a trap."
"But how would that work?"
"Magneto could have easily made a machine that was the right weight, and Sabertooth could have walked first through here to have his scent in here."
"Could be, but why would they do that? Lead us on some wild goose chase? I doubt even Magneto is that demented."
"Would you stop interrupting me?" Beast said, an expression of indignance clearly imprinted on his face.
Logan folded his arms.
"Thank you. Now, that option seems possible, but there is one last possibility for these footprints and Sabertooth's smell all over."
"And that would be . . ." He used a hand to motion for the blue furball to continue.
"A clone."
"That still doesn't explain why the footprints are so deep."
Beast rolled his eyes. Such a simpleton . . . "Well, if they had such technology at their disposal, it makes sense that they would want to improve what kinds of powers Sabertooth already had."
"So you mean like a super-saber?"
"In a way, yes."
"Great. Now we got a blue elf, a phaser, and now a big ugly cat freak to find."
Logan spat on the ground. "Just our luck."
Thud . . .
"What was that?" Beast's eyes flew from side to side nervously.
"What?"
Thud . . .
"That."
Logan sighed. "Ah, great. That isn't what I think it is, is it?"
A blood chilling roar soon answered his question.
Kurt and Kitty
Mist from the morning dew slowly rose from the forest floor, the inner sanctum and refuge of its walls every the word peace could describe. Shallow brooks and streams gurgled lazily, birds sang their hearts out to the new day.
"Bwaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrp!!"
All the birds flew away.
"Keety! Vhoa! Veesh! Aim that breath somevhere else." Kurt waved a three fingered hand in front of his face. "Blecch! I know what to use as a crowd control veapon . . ." He pretended to gag a bit more, but a grin toyed with the ends of his mouth.
She grinned back "Sorry." Kitty lay back on the soft earth. Above her, the sun peaked through the leaves, glittering off the wet moss on all sides. She smiled as the sunlight hit her.
Peace. She was finally at peace.
Of all the things Kitty had tried to do to calm herself, nothing had ever come close: massage, TV, or even her life's joy: books. She was completely at peace, with nothing . . .
Except the sun, the trees, and a fuzzy elf.
A cool breeze ruffled over them, stirring the grass around them. Kitty let out a satisfied sigh, letting the peace of the scenery consume her.
Kurt looked up. He had been searching for so long for his life's purpose, yet he now found he didn't have to. This girl was all that he needed.
Did he just think that? The realization hit him like a freight train. Was he . . . in what he thought he was?
He turned towards Kitty. She turned to face him, smiling with her eyes. His eyes trailed all over her face: there were dirt marks, imperfections, and she wasn't the most attractive girl in the world . . .
But to him, she was perfect.
Her eyes began to question him, but when they touched lips, they rolled back in her head from all the sudden emotions they were feeling.
They finally had peace.
A blood-freezing roar in the distance, however, interrupted their moment.
"Figures . . ." Kurt muttered.
Thud . . .
Kitty's eyes flew open, as wide as they would go.
Thud . . .
A tree crashed to the forest floor, a huge foot shattered the ground, the creature's roar echoing through the forest.
Dun dun dun! Orchestra complains
Okay, I use cliffhangers too much for my stories. Sorry. Well, there's the next chappie up! You know the drill: no reviews, no continuing.
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