Yikes. Long time no see, huh? Sorry! Busy life. Dumb cow got stuck in the tree again. (sigh) ring Oh, that would be the humane society.
childrenwithblades: Ouch. Sorry, man, I don't do it to annoy y'all, just a badtyping habit, k? Settle, settle! Also, don't worry, there is (gasp!) an interesting, mysterious plotline lurking under all this teen angst.Trust me, it's getting there... ;)
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Disclaimer: Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact. -William James
Chapter 6
Kitty blinked. The sun was peeking through the window, and she smiled. 'It's going to be a beuti-' She stopped, and her heart turned cold, remembering the events of yesterday.
She numbly rose. She didn't remember crawling into her bed last night. Indeed, Rogue (A.N. See? I can shpell!) had tucked her in. She stumbled to her closet, pulling on fresh clothes. The numbness she was feeling was slowly turning to anger once more. 'Why? Why did this have to happen to me? Why couldn't it happen to someone who deserves it…Magneto, or Mystique…or Lan-' She started to shake all over. "No." She whispered. "Not Lance. I wouldn't wish it on him. Not ever."
There was a soft tap on the door. Kitty shuffled over to answer.
"Kitty." Storm said, softly. "Ready to talk? The professor said you were up."
"Yeah."
They took the long, silent ride to the lab, where Hank, Logan, and the Professor waited. Kitty took a seat on a stool as directed.
"I've been thinking." She began, out of nowhere. "I have to do chemo, right? And radiation? That's-" She gulped down her fears for the moment. "Not so bad. I'll lose my hair, and I'll be weak…but, hey, there's always wigs…and, hey, I've always wanted to try being blonde." She rambled on. "And, I mean, it's a tumor, so, can't we just, like, get it out with surgery? I mean, Mr. McCoy, I know you're not a surgeon, but, I, like, trust you, and-"
"Kitty." Hank said, cutting her off. "It's not…not that simple. Yes, if you were a normal girl, any of those would be reasonable solutions. However, you are a mutant, my dear, and that leads to…complications."
"W-What's that supposed to mean?"
The professor sighed. "Radiation is not usually advisable in mutants, Kitty. Remember, mutant genes are highly susceptible to that kind of exposure. And as for chemo…well, the drugs have never been tested on mutant genes."
"So?"
"Kitty, chemotherapy is designed to kill certain cells. Who knows whether it may kill the mutigens in your body, harming your core element, DNA? And…unfortunately, the tumor cannot be reached surgically without harming essential parts of the brain."
Kitty tried to wrap her mind around the situation. "So…what do I do?" She whispered.
"That is exactly what we must find out." Storm added.
