A.N.: Heeeere we go again! Thank you reviewers!
Rogue14: Sorry, but dispite my anti-Cliff spray, he's still buzzing around...sigh.
Toxic-Beetle: Yah, something tells me he's not really happy right about now...read on, young padiwan!
whylime: (slaps hand over mouth) Uh-oh! Don't anger Cliff! He'll just keep coming back! Ignore him, maybe he'll go away! O.o
Disclaimer: No one really understands the greif or joy of another- Fraz Schubert
Chapter13
"Are you okay, Kitty?"
Jean put a hand on her shoulder. Kitty had been looking like she was in a haze for a hour now, and Jean knew that although she had held a book in her hands as she sat on the couch, she hadn't turned a page.
"Fine." Kitty looked away.
Jean wrinkled her brow. It would be an easy thing to simply scan her mind for whatever the trouble was…but she would never do that to Kitty.
"Are you sure?" Jean continued to gaze at her worriedly until Kitty looked up, quickly wiping away a single tear.
"Can't seem to get Lance home."
"Oh." Now Jean was unsure of what to do. Her first instinct was to comfort and encourage Kitty, but in matters concerning that...that brotherhood boy, she usually kept her encouraging words to herself. As far as she was concerned, Lance wasn't even worth the breath it took to say his name, after the way he had treated Kitty. "I…heard he stopped by."
"Yeah, well."
(BoM)
Freddy looked up from the microwave as he heard the door slam. Lance stormed in, slamming his foot into every step.
"Whoa." He mumbled to himself, taking a bite from his pizza. A few seconds later, he heard Lance slamming his bedroom door…and then there was a steady pounding sound.
He sighed. He knew Lance liked to pound of that old wall when he was really mad. He also knew one of the rules of the house: when someone was mad, stay out of the way. Sometimes, find a closet to hide in.
He brought his pizza to the living room, where the others, minus Lance, were sitting.
"What's up with Lance, yo?"
Freddy shrugged. Peitro smiled. "Girltrouble."
"How do you know?" Freddy asked between bites.
"Easy. Whatelse is there that would make him that mad? Besides, Kitty called earlier today. Severaltimes."
"Yo, aren't you going to tell him?"
"Why? It's funnier watching him make a new window outofthe wall."
"Is that what he's doing?" Freddy asked, not the brightest marker in the drawer. "I thought he was just punching the wall."
Peitro looked at Freddy as if he was an insurance salesman at a KISS concert. Todd just rolled his eyes.
"However…" Peitro smiled, devilishly. "Telling him could be fun, too!" He rushed up the stairs without effort and tapped on the door.
"Go AWAY."
"Touchy, are we? I have a message for you."
"Stuff it in your-"
"Now, now, no need to get upset. I just-"
Lance threw open the door and grabbed Pietro by the collar, bringing him up to his nose.
"I. Am. Not. In. The. MOOD."
Peitro, about to hit Lance with a witty comeback, probably about Lance's possible need for a midol, changed his mind when he saw Lance's eyes.
He was used to Lance being upset. He'd even gotten punched by him once or twice for crossing the line. But, he thought it had been worth it, anyway. And, although Lance had threatened to kill him a few times before, he had never really been afraid at all. But, this time, there was something very different about him. It was as if every fiber of his being had a death grip on his neck.
Peitro suddenly came to a realization: he was actually, truly, scared that Lance would actually kill him. It wasn't funny this time, and his smile dropped.
"W-What's wrong, man?" Todd managed, seeing the fury that had shut The Mouth.
Lance turned his burning eyes to Todd. "What do YOU care, Tolansky?"
"Hey, calm down, yo!"
Lance threw Peitro to the floor, and slammed the door in his face.
Todd hopped up the stairs, and leaned toward the door.
"Lance? Talk to us, man. What's going on?"
There was silence. Todd slowly opened the door, ready to leap out of the way, should Lance decide to throw something at him. He was surprised to find Lance sitting on the floor, dazed. He was staring out the window.
"Lance?"
"Kitty's going to die."
Todd gulped. "You can't be that mad at her, man!"
"Not me."
Todd scratched his head. "You're confusing me, yo."
"She has cancer, Todd."
Pietro, for once, felt frozen in time. Todd blinked.
"Cancer…"
Lance wiped away a tear, frustrated.
"And there's nothing I can do."
They sat in silence, unsure what to say. Thier leader, the strong one, the one who had always been like the rocks he controlled, wasn't even brushing away the tearsrolling down his face. Suddenly, a familiarvoice behind them caused them to look up.
"I wouldn't say that."
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Cliff: Da-Da-Da-DUMMM! Bwa-ha-ha!
Author: GET LOST! Now everyone is wondering who the voice is!
Cliff: Neiner-neiner-neiner! I'm here just to spite you! Hahaha! And, Whylime: You haven't seen the last of me!
