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Chapter 9

To: KitKat

From: whitestripes

Subject: So… Who's Is As Large As The World?

Ben got out of the hospital today. He's doing fine and all of that jazz. We haven't found any information out on his attackers, but we're still trying.

I'm sure that Warren likes you just fine. He seems almost like the shy type to me. If you just talk to him a little bit, get him to open up, then you'd probably really hit it off. It's not like he's the type of guy to try to bite your head off or anything for talking to him.

How is everybody? What's going on with Wolverine and Storm? Is Logan making a move again, or has things gone down since your last e-mail? I mean, the way that you describe it, it seems extremely apparent that they like each other, even if they don't really know how to go about starting a relationship. And what about Bobby? We haven't really talked… but I guess that you already know that.

Anyway, Johnny's girlfriend (although he denies that she is such) has been hanging around a lot. And I should warn you that if I ever send you a rather odd e-mail, it's probably because he hijacked my laptop. I have reason to believe that he stole it (although he denies this, too.).

See you soon, maybe.

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To: whitestripes

From: KitKat

Subject: I'm Hoping Angel's.

Logan has not made a move on Ororo yet. Nor has she made a move on him… it's rather aggravating. It's like they're doing this dance around each other, not really wanting to get involved directly with each other. So stupid. If you were here, you'd probably be able to subtly bring it up with Logan without him try to stab you in the stomach, but every time I bring it up, he tells me to shut up and then grabs a beer. Sorry Logan, but alcohol is not going to drown away your apparent lust for our very own white-haired, brown skinned Storm.

Bobby is doing fine. He really misses you, but I think that he knows you need time. I think he might want to make up with you, and maybe that's for the best. You know, if Johnny weren't over there making moves on you. Maybe the two of you just needed a break and when you get back you'll be together again. But, maybe not. I'm not trying to press the issue, but more of trying to get what you think about the entire situation out of you.

About Angel… yeah right. I mean, hello. He's like a millionaire. There's no way that he'd ever like little Kitty Pryde. Plus, it's totally apparent that he likes you. You'd really have to be here to see that love that's in his eyes. I'm so jealous. You just seem to have, like, all the guys going after you. I think that it's the hair. It's like some sort of plant-trap that brings in the boys like flies. Do you think that I would look good with different colored high lights in my hair? Probably not.

I did get a strange e-mail the other day… but I really didn't think anything about it. I thought that maybe you got hit on the head or something.

Are you coming home soon? Or are you

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To: KitKat

From: whitestripes

Subject: I'm Sure That It's Huge

Kitty? Are you there? What happened? Did you accidentally push send or something mid sentence? What's going on?

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Rogue sent the last e-mail, and then stared at the screen. She had been sick of all of Kitty's worries, but the second that an e-mail came to her unfinished, she flipped out. That just figured.

Probably nothing was wrong. They might have just had training or something. But why would she have sent the e-mail at all without at least finishing her last sentence?

"Something wrong, Granny?"

Looking at Johnny, Rogue shook her head, "Nothing. Nothing that you would care about."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Now how do you know what I'd care about."

"Easy. You don't seem to care about anything."

He leaned against the doorframe, grinning easily. "I'll have you know my dear Granny, that I care about many things. Such as motocross and cars." Suddenly his gaze became hard and held an unreadable expression, "I care about a lot more than you seem to think."

Rogue didn't know what to say in response. He seemed both angry and calm and collected. But, before she could think of a response, a voice drifted through the air.

"Johnny, I need help with this can."

"Coming." He left the doorframe and headed towards the kitchen, still giving off a strange vibe.

Lisa had been staying at the apartment for the last two days. Rogue had no reason not to like her, but she didn't despite that. There was just something weird about the woman. Even Sue was beginning to notice.

She turned back to her computer, searching through articles and sites.

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Terror For Mutants

By Wanda Maximoff

From the beginning of time there has been thousands of different 'isms. There's been sexism, racism, ect. People like to think that they've moved on from the stage of segregating and hating one group of people. However, that is wrong. The current time period proves it.

We hate mutants. There's no way around it. They strike terror into our hearts. We are so afraid that they are evil and will kill us that we've allowed it to come down to wanting them out of our homes and hearts. Families around the world are disowning children, uncles, and mothers. There have been more than four hundred reported cases of mutants being murdered. Yet, before the fact that there are people who have more power than we could imagine, we were fine with these people.

Before we tried to kill them, before we went into a panic, few ever did anything to harm anyone. They went about their lives as normal humans. The ones who did strike terror into our hearts were only thought of as normal people who may or may not have been clinically insane.

Now that we know that these people are different, not by choice but by birth, we punish them for it. After all, according to human belief, one person can be used as a stereotype for everyone else. We stereotype, and so we destroy.

It's little wonder that more mutants have come out as evil as ever before with all this stereotyping. And now, because of this, they probably see us as a stereotype. They see us as a people who hate them for no reason. And, more than likely, they see that as a reason to try to destroy us. If I were a mutant, I would certainly be angry enough at the world to kill.

Want to know what made me stereotype mutants? I'll admit it; I was prejudice against them at first. I remember three years ago, when people were still frightened and scared and didn't know what to do, that a woman came out and said, hey, let's make this work.

Trust me. As a fellow in her office building, she worked hard. She didn't want anyone to be stupid and treat mutants as less than equals. She was very close to doing this (probably nearly as close as Professor Xavier, one of the most famous mutants in the history of our time). For years, she worked on this. Last year, she killed three of our employees, stole thousands of dollars, and went on the run.

After this, I became accustomed to the fact that mutants had to all be evil, conniving beings. If one person who was supposed to help her kind turned her back on them, what else did I have to believe?

Things change. People change. After a few of my friends turning out to develop mutations, I began to realize that they are people, just like you and I. We shouldn't judge them by god's gift. If we do that, perhaps we're all just jealous of their abilities.

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To Rogue, this was an extremely interesting article. Not only did it defend mutants and try to proclaim equal rights for them, but it also called mutation's god's gift. As if, like many religious groups claimed, mutants had been granted a gift and should be more than overjoyed about it.

Part of her wanted to smile at this thought. A complete other half frowned. At first people hated mutants because they were different. If they started thinking that mutants were granted gifts better than them, the hatred would turn into a whole other thing.

Someone working to make mutants equals… that was pretty much the definition of mutant relations, right? Walking into the kitchen, she tried to ignore Johnny showing his 'manliness' off to Lisa. They had probably been making out, for all she knew. Besides, when had Johnny's shirt come off?

"Enjoying the view," Johnny asked.

"As if. More like it makes me want to," she put a finger in the air. "Oh, what's the word? Oh, yes. Barf."

She proceeded to make a gagging motion. He glared but was still smirking. Lisa was giggling as though the world was going to end and this was her last chance to laugh. Rogue really wanted to make her cry.

"Where's your phone book?"

Johnny shrugged as he sifted through the drawers, trying to find it, "Here."

He threw it across the room at her.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

For a few seconds she stared at him. There was that civility again. It was quite odd. Why in the world would Johnny Storm ever find the time to be civil to 'granny'?

"Erm… should I leave?" Lisa was shifting uncomfortable beside Johnny.

While Johnny said nothing, much to Rogue's surprise, she replied, "No. I'm going anyway."

She picked up the phone on her way out.

"Hello? Is this the Human-Mutant Relations Department?"

"Yes. How may I help you today? If you have a lawsuit against either, you may take it up with Tom Wells, branch number 409. If you feel there is inequality in a job or housing situation, there is-"

"Would you happen to be able to tell me something yourself?"

"It depends on what it is."

"A few months ago, one of your mutant employees killed three others and robbed the place. Would you happen to know who this person was?"

"Oh… um. I mean, I guess. It was a woman named Regan Wyngarde."

"Oh." Rogue frowned and scanned another few Internet sites. "Do you know exactly what happened with this… Regan Wyngarde?"

"Well, no. This is really government business and I shouldn't be talking about it."

Rouge shook her head and tried again, "I'm sorry, but this is extremely important. If you have any information on Regan Wyngarde, then it might be extremely beneficial to the point of saving lives."

"Oh, well, I don't know much, but I could tell you what I do know."

"That would be extremely helpful." Rogue couldn't help but think of what a good job she was doing of acting like the cool, calm professional.

"From what I understand, they haven't caught her yet."

"They haven't?"

"No. She's considered one of the toughest to catch mutants in the country. She's probably also one of the ones kept under extreme wraps. No one here really wants her story getting out and worrying the people… hey, you're not a reporter, are you?"

"Of course not," she scoffed. "Being a reporter is nasty business."

The girl, for that was what it sounded like, on the other end went silent. "Alright. But if I find any of this in the newspaper…"

"I understand."

"Alright, so I guess Regan was a tough case. Mutant relations didn't want her story to get out because they felt that it would increase the hatred towards mutants or something. A lot of people here had to take a silence act. A few of us didn't, like myself and Wanda…"

"Anyway."

"Right, so anyway, she's an illusionist from what I can understand. Apparently she also had some parents that were… less than perfect. I don't know much about that. Just the gossip, you know. But, she's still out there."

"What kind of illusions was she able to create?"

"Erm, I don't know. I don't think anyone knows."

"Do you know who she killed?"

"David White…. Jan Stevenson… and this really nice girl named Lisa… Lisa. Oh, I can't remember. She was pretty though, with red hair and killer legs. I wish I had her legs…"

"Lisa?"

The girl was starting to say more, but Rogue clicked off the phone. Lisa, a redhead, had been killed in the Mutant-Relations department. It was the same exact department that Johnny's Lisa came from. There couldn't possibly be two Lisa's from the same department with red hair… could there be?

"Want to know what they say, Rogue?"

In shock, she looked up to see Lisa standing in the doorway, her eyes slanted into a glare. She was in no position to reply, as her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. That, and no sound seemed to wish to come from her throat.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

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