Lost- Chapter 4
Title: Lost- Chapter 4
Author: ragingindie47
Time: Post-X3
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men.
Summary: Fourth chapter of Lost
Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews so far! I really appreciate it. I hope you like this chapter!
Reviews are appriciated!
:-)
Kitty sat up from where she was lying down in bed. She and Elizabeth had just talked for hours, and she was thinking too much to sleep. She still had her street clothes on, so she got out of her bed quietly, and seeing that Elizabeth was still sleeping, she grabbed the third letter from underneath her pillow and ran right through the door.
There was no one up at 2:00 in the morning at her dorms, so she figured that she was okay phasing through the door.
She ran down the stairs and out onto the quiet street, the Christmas lights from the stores shining in the darkness.
"Well look who it is." she heard an older male voice say, and she turned around quickly to face someone that she thought she'd never see again. Erik Lensherr stood next to her, smiling down at the smaller girl. Kitty gasped and took a step back, not knowing if she could trust this man or not.
"Kitty Pryde, is it? My old friend Charles used to tell me all about the little girl who could walk through walls. He liked you quite a bit.” the man known to the world as Magneto said, smiling. Kitty frowned and put her small fists up.
"I can do a lot of damage, so you better not hurt me." she said, her voice trembling. How had he found her? And if he wasn't looking for her, then why was he out on the streets this late?
"Oh, my dear. I would never think of hurting you. I've learned my lesson, so don't worry." he said and laughed. She frowned at him again and started to turn away, but his hand caught her arm. She turned around, her arm passing through him like it wasn't there.
"Don't touch me." she said coldly, the letter she was clutching so hard falling to his feet. He picked it up before she could grab it. He studied it for a moment as Kitty stared at him with an open mouth, starting to protest.
"So John is alive then? This is his handwriting, and the letter is dated after the battle." Magneto said, as if he was talking to himself. Before Kitty could jump up to grab the letter, he placed it in her hands.
"I've changed my ways, Ms. Pryde. I hope that John has too. It seems like Charles was right. If only he was here today." he said, lowering his head, "Though Hank McCoy is doing quite a good job with the government, but I think Charles could do a bit better."
Kitty just stared at the man, and he laughed when he caught her gaze.
"So you and Pyro are together, as they say?" he asked, impressed with how the girl was handling his appearance.
"No." she whispered, not sure how to answer that question. She only had these letters, and nothing else. She hoped that the answer to that question would someday be yes.
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if I saw you two walking down the street together. He always had you on his mind, I know he did. But we were in a war, so love can't really last on opposite sides, but that is for you to decide." he said, smiling at her confused expression.
"I must be going back to my apartment now. But maybe I'll see you again." he said, placing his hand on her shoulder before walking away down the street.
"Bye Mr. Lensherr." she whispered after he was out of sight, and she continued the opposite way from where he walked, her mind full of questions. It didn't sound like he was so bad, but she wasn't sure. He knew about her and John, and he had said that John thought about her.
What would he know? Kitty thought, holding the envelope tightly as tears came to her eyes. She shook her head and sat down on the closest bench, ignoring the tears coming to her eyes. She knew that if she broke down now, she would never stop crying. She had to stay strong for everyone she knew, and she had to stay strong for John. She closed her eyes and ignored the stinging in her eyes and looked down at the letter she was holding in her hands.
She opened the envelope, the paper feeling like it burned her fingers from the words he wrote.
Dear Kitty,
Do you remember your first day at the Institute? I got there about a month before you when Logan found me on the streets from the Professor using Cerebro. I was still kind of sick from not having enough food and no shelter for so long, but I was doing pretty good when you got there.
I remember the first time I saw you. You walked into the living room, your face all red, and you didn't know I was there. You put your face down on the pillow of the couch and started to cry. Really hard. So I got up and put my hand on your back, and then we fell through the floor.
That was the first time we talked. Really talked. And you told me everything about your home, and how your parents didn't want you anymore, and about your powers. You barely even knew me, but you still told me all that. And that's the day when I had my first crush.
So I pretended that I didn't like you at all. But I really did.
And I still do, Kitty. All of these letters have a purpose. Which is why I'm writing them. You just have to find out why.
Love,
John
Kitty finished the letter with a half smile on her face. She remembered that day when she had first met him, both of them landing in the basement and Kitty telling him everything that was on her mind. She had liked him to ever since that day, and it wasn't until their first kiss when he made the first move telling her that he liked her back.
Kitty got up, shivering from the cold that she didn't realize was there until she stopped reading the letter. She started walking, her thoughts full of John, wanting him to warm her like he always did. But she would have to wait, just like he said. And until then, she would read the letters one by one until she knew him as much as he wanted her to know him. And then he would get to know her.
Part of her still had doubts. What did he mean by these letters? Would they ever be the same? Would she?
She told herself that they would as she walked under the street lamps as the snow started to fall. She stopped walking and tried to see the beauty of the snow falling, the streetlights illuminating them in the night, but she just couldn't see it. And she didn't know if she ever would.
Author: ragingindie47
Time: Post-X3
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men.
Summary: Fourth chapter of Lost
Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews so far! I really appreciate it. I hope you like this chapter!
Reviews are appriciated!
:-)
Kitty sat up from where she was lying down in bed. She and Elizabeth had just talked for hours, and she was thinking too much to sleep. She still had her street clothes on, so she got out of her bed quietly, and seeing that Elizabeth was still sleeping, she grabbed the third letter from underneath her pillow and ran right through the door.
There was no one up at 2:00 in the morning at her dorms, so she figured that she was okay phasing through the door.
She ran down the stairs and out onto the quiet street, the Christmas lights from the stores shining in the darkness.
"Well look who it is." she heard an older male voice say, and she turned around quickly to face someone that she thought she'd never see again. Erik Lensherr stood next to her, smiling down at the smaller girl. Kitty gasped and took a step back, not knowing if she could trust this man or not.
"Kitty Pryde, is it? My old friend Charles used to tell me all about the little girl who could walk through walls. He liked you quite a bit.” the man known to the world as Magneto said, smiling. Kitty frowned and put her small fists up.
"I can do a lot of damage, so you better not hurt me." she said, her voice trembling. How had he found her? And if he wasn't looking for her, then why was he out on the streets this late?
"Oh, my dear. I would never think of hurting you. I've learned my lesson, so don't worry." he said and laughed. She frowned at him again and started to turn away, but his hand caught her arm. She turned around, her arm passing through him like it wasn't there.
"Don't touch me." she said coldly, the letter she was clutching so hard falling to his feet. He picked it up before she could grab it. He studied it for a moment as Kitty stared at him with an open mouth, starting to protest.
"So John is alive then? This is his handwriting, and the letter is dated after the battle." Magneto said, as if he was talking to himself. Before Kitty could jump up to grab the letter, he placed it in her hands.
"I've changed my ways, Ms. Pryde. I hope that John has too. It seems like Charles was right. If only he was here today." he said, lowering his head, "Though Hank McCoy is doing quite a good job with the government, but I think Charles could do a bit better."
Kitty just stared at the man, and he laughed when he caught her gaze.
"So you and Pyro are together, as they say?" he asked, impressed with how the girl was handling his appearance.
"No." she whispered, not sure how to answer that question. She only had these letters, and nothing else. She hoped that the answer to that question would someday be yes.
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if I saw you two walking down the street together. He always had you on his mind, I know he did. But we were in a war, so love can't really last on opposite sides, but that is for you to decide." he said, smiling at her confused expression.
"I must be going back to my apartment now. But maybe I'll see you again." he said, placing his hand on her shoulder before walking away down the street.
"Bye Mr. Lensherr." she whispered after he was out of sight, and she continued the opposite way from where he walked, her mind full of questions. It didn't sound like he was so bad, but she wasn't sure. He knew about her and John, and he had said that John thought about her.
What would he know? Kitty thought, holding the envelope tightly as tears came to her eyes. She shook her head and sat down on the closest bench, ignoring the tears coming to her eyes. She knew that if she broke down now, she would never stop crying. She had to stay strong for everyone she knew, and she had to stay strong for John. She closed her eyes and ignored the stinging in her eyes and looked down at the letter she was holding in her hands.
She opened the envelope, the paper feeling like it burned her fingers from the words he wrote.
Dear Kitty,
Do you remember your first day at the Institute? I got there about a month before you when Logan found me on the streets from the Professor using Cerebro. I was still kind of sick from not having enough food and no shelter for so long, but I was doing pretty good when you got there.
I remember the first time I saw you. You walked into the living room, your face all red, and you didn't know I was there. You put your face down on the pillow of the couch and started to cry. Really hard. So I got up and put my hand on your back, and then we fell through the floor.
That was the first time we talked. Really talked. And you told me everything about your home, and how your parents didn't want you anymore, and about your powers. You barely even knew me, but you still told me all that. And that's the day when I had my first crush.
So I pretended that I didn't like you at all. But I really did.
And I still do, Kitty. All of these letters have a purpose. Which is why I'm writing them. You just have to find out why.
Love,
John
Kitty finished the letter with a half smile on her face. She remembered that day when she had first met him, both of them landing in the basement and Kitty telling him everything that was on her mind. She had liked him to ever since that day, and it wasn't until their first kiss when he made the first move telling her that he liked her back.
Kitty got up, shivering from the cold that she didn't realize was there until she stopped reading the letter. She started walking, her thoughts full of John, wanting him to warm her like he always did. But she would have to wait, just like he said. And until then, she would read the letters one by one until she knew him as much as he wanted her to know him. And then he would get to know her.
Part of her still had doubts. What did he mean by these letters? Would they ever be the same? Would she?
She told herself that they would as she walked under the street lamps as the snow started to fall. She stopped walking and tried to see the beauty of the snow falling, the streetlights illuminating them in the night, but she just couldn't see it. And she didn't know if she ever would.