A/N: My attempt at a dream sequence. Hopefully it works
After arriving in her newly single bedroom, Kitty changes into her pink pajamas, shuts off the lights, and flops down on her bed. After all of the phasing she did in the last ten minutes, she feels drained. Waking up in the morning for a Danger Room session is gonna be awful, she thinks to herself.
She lets her ponytail down, and curls underneath her blankets, smiling. It was definitely a nice change of pace to be out in public with her friends and Lance. Not only because of the public setting, but because her companions weren't arguing or fighting the way they usually would. Kitty hopes things will continue to be like this, and feels another sharp pain at the base of her neck. "Stupid bug," she mutters, rubbing the sore spot before drifting off to sleep.
The cool night air brushes against the creature as it navigates through the streets of Bayville. Running on all fours, though with a posture more suited to a Neanderthal on its knuckles than an average animal, its breath is thick from the constant movement, and its adrenaline is pumping. Images of grassy hills, stone buildings, and glass windows pass in its mind. The creature stops in the park, and perks its brown pointy ears up, hears sirens in the distance. The noise is unpleasant, and the creature would prefer to not stay. It keeps running, mind clouded with images unfamiliar; a movie theatre, a back alley.
The sirens get louder and louder, with lights get brighter and brighter, until one of the squad cars stops the creature in its path. "Stop where you are!" a police officer warns through a megaphone. The creature, enraged by the automobile in its path stands up on slender hind legs, bears its long, sharp teeth, and lets out a shrieking, roaring cry, as though to say "Get the hell out of my way". The automobile doesn't move, so the creature runs past it. Well, more accurately, the creature runs through it, towards the dark alley nearby. Dead end.
Breathing heavily, the creature tries to think of a way out. It looks down at its hands in desperation, and notices long claws. It drags the long, beige nails on the brick wall, contemplating. Hearing more noise behind it, the creature digs its nails in the wall, and begins to climb up the side. The creature looks below to see a crowd of police officers standing in the alley, contemplating their next move. It roars again, and scales the rest of the building. It catches its breath on the rooftop for a moment, and then begins to head North.
The creature moves closer and closer to where it wants to be. It leaps over the rought iron fence, and onto the property. Looking up at the windows, the creature contemplates entering a bedroom. Which is which? Feeling lost and confused, the creature curls up on a stone bench, and finds a comfortable position to sleep in. Shortly after, the creature's muscles tense and contort, causing it pain. The urge to cry out is strong, but the creature's breath is cut short. The muscle spasms finally end, and the creature dozes off to sleep.
As the sun rises, Kitty opens her eyes. Rather than looking up at her ceiling, and being surrounded by furniture, she sees a dark sky tinted with orange and pink, and grass has replaced her carpet. She lifts herself up, realizes she is on the marble bench in the back of the Institute. "Woah, that was a weird dream," she mutters, rubbing her temples. She feels as though a jack hammer is pulsing inside of her skull, and her body aches.
What am I doing out here? Kitty asks herself after realizing that she has no memory of leaving the mansion, let alone her room. "Like, maybe I was sleep-walking again," she rationalizes.. This wouldn't be the first time Kitty had been using her powers and moving about the grounds in her sleep. After the battle with Apocalypse, her mind was plagued with horrible thoughts of what could have been. According to the Professor, her anxiety led to not feeling comfortable and secure in her safe place, and lead her to roam the halls aimlessly. She had woken up in the living room some days, once in the Danger Room control room, and even out by the swimming pool. She received a harsh sunburn as a result of sleeping poolside for hours before another student finally found her. Good thing the Professor had managed to ease her fears, and eventually stop the sleep walking.
After stretching sore and uncomfortable muscles, Kitty heads back to the mansion. Kitty phases through the back door, careful not to set off the alarm and wake up everyone else. The act of becoming intangible, something so natural, is made more difficult by pain. Wincing and gritting her teeth, Kitty stumbles through the sliding glass door. "That was weird," she exclaims. She walks through the family room, where she notices Logan reading the paper. She tip toes, hoping that he has not suddenly acquired x-ray vision and can see her through his newspaper.
"What's wrong Half-Pint?" Logan asks, not looking up from the text. "Like, nothing Mr. Logan. Just heading back to my room," she says. "Why were you out of your room in the first place? It's 5:30 in the morning" he growls. Why are you questioning me? Kitty retorts to herself. Wait…why did I think that? "Couldn't sleep," she lies, "so I went for a walk." Logan folds the paper up and places it on the cushion next to him.
"You went for a walk?" he asks, raising a bushy eyebrow. "Yeah," she says, glancing down at the floor and scoffing her foot, "I went for a walk." Feeling that she is acting smart with him, Logan rises from the couch and walks towards her. "I just have a head ake now," she says, still not making eye contact with her instructor.
"Then go take some Tylenol and go back to bed," Logan advises, sitting back on the couch and unfolding his newspaper. Kitty leaves the family room briskly, and heads back to her bedroom rather than to the kitchen for Tylenol. Choosing to open her bedroom door rather than phasing through, she walks into her room and falls onto her bed once more, unable to get her mind off the weird dream, and the fact that he had woken up outside of the mansion again. She closes her eyes, feeling a light sleep roll over her.