Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-17 05:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
"You're not a person! Big metal fucking robot and somehow I didn't see it. Our SON!"
Who: Kitty, Dream!emma, Dream!hank, dream!Scott, Dream!Xavier, Dream!Piotr, Dream!logan
What: A dream within a dream. Kitty dreams of a fantastically bad mindfuck
When: This morning. It also takes place in the 'comic' world chronologically immediately after this.
Where: Someplace!
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for Kitty losing her mind
Trigger: Probably. Some kind. Children taken from mothers? Mindscrews? Language!
Kitty is in a hospital bed. Sweat beads at her brow but there's something warm and tiny in her arms. She smiles down at the baby.
"Michael, it's nice to meet you."
The door opens, Logan's voice coming through, "Can I finally smoke a cigar now?"
Scott is smiling, "Is it visiting hours, yet?"
Hank adds, "We can wait outside. I'm a cat; I'm great at pacing."
Even Emma is there, and Piotr at her side and she's fit to burst. It feels right. Maybe she can finally rest, and have a family, and be normal. With a grin that could crack her face, she shifted her son in her arms, "Michael, this is your insane family."
"Michael? What happened to Logan"
She shot her mentor an amused look.
"At some point they become cute, is that how it works?"
"Stow it, Ems, he's a dreamboat."
Kitty gagged a little inside. She hated when Scott and Emma got cutesy.
"We're proud of you Kitten," Hank said. "Can we hold him?"
Deadpan, Kitty replied, "Soon as he's twelve."
"Excuse me? Can I get a look?"
"Professor, this is Michael. I made him myself."
The baby started crying, and Kitty stared down at him, "Oh god, I broke it."
Piotr peered at the baby, like it was some arcane magical thing, "Do you think he's hungry?"
"Already? Okay everybody, talk amongst yourselves. I've gotta work this feeding-thing out. Shh..Michael, mommy's here."
Kitty got to miss most of the tired nights and diaper changes. The dream took her to a summer evening at sundown. They were playing in a park, near a monument to Genosha.
"Arigato! Mama, Arigato!"
"And I have no idea where that comes from. I thought he'd pick up some Russian."
"Maybe he has a power after all."
"Like Doug's? Oh honey, wouldn't that be great..."
"But not likely."
Kitty smiled, lifting her son, "I don't care. Powers. No powers. How can anybody think that matters?"
"Up on! Up on!"
"He's magic. Our own crazy magic spell."
"Put the body down, Kitty."
What? Kitty cradled Michael against her chest as Xavier and the others approached.
"I'm afraid it's not safe."
"It? What? What's not safe? What are you all doing?"
"What we have to, darlin'." Logan's face was stoic. Sad.
"I wish it were different, Kitty." Scott stood next to him. If they both agreed on something, it had to be serious, "If there was any other way.."
"You guys have two seconds to explain-- and stop moving!"
"Don't try to phase, Kitty. I've locked your power out of your brain."
And she couldn't Xavier really had. She wondered how often and when he'd interefered, or peaked in the past. Right now her ability to trust him was fairly low, "What's going on?!?"
"Michael has power," Emma said. "The Professor sensed it the day he was born. We've been trying to undertand it."
"What power?"
She'd never seen Hank look so sad, "Terrible power."
Her heart siezed with fear, "What power? You can't come in here, with some vague junk about the future and expect us to give up our son!"
"Kitty--"
"Just hold 'em off for two minutes, honey, I know you can do it."
"I'm sorry, Kitty."
She turned, looking at her husband. Staring at him, as he raised his fist to knock her out, and take away her child. Her heart broke.
When she woke, she was in a dark place. A cell, or a room. She couldn't phase through it, the metal was too dense, they'd done something to the molecules. Altered the spin. She beat on the door, screaming for hours, and then days, until exhaustion claimed her.
The days turned into weeks, and then months. They visited. They talked to her. She begged, pleaded. The she cajoled and insulted. Finally she ignored them. She was a prisoner of the people she thought had loved her. Because they knew if she could, she would go to her son.
Eventually they stopped visiting.
And every night she sang her son to sleep, wherever he was.
It's dark. And raining. Kitty is soaked, and she is pissed. It's a cold anger, a dangerous one. She stands behind her husband, an axe phased through his skull.
"I'm sorry, Peter. You blink, and I let go. Where. Is. My. Son."
"You would murder me?"
"Don't talk to me like a person."
"He needs to be isolated. If I could have been with him--"
Kitty interrupted him, snarling in anguish, "You're not a person! Big metal fucking robot and somehow I didn't see it. Our SON!" Her grip tightens on the axe, "Eighteen months I'm in that..place. Figuring. Waiting. I sang him to sleep, every night. He's my son so I did that. Five hundred and forty-seven times."
It was a kind of madness. Sensory deprevation, and grief and anger and heartbreak all rolled together.
"It was for me. To help me. Because Michael, five hundred and forty-seven times he went to bed without me. Not understanding. Not safe. Not fair for a child. He's a child. My child, not yours. Robot. Where."
"He's in a basement. In a box. Go. I won't try to stop you."
Tears started to run down Kitty's cheek. She couldn't trust him to keep his word. He was a robot. She let go of the axe, and made her way to the basement.
They fail you. They leave you or they let you down. They die, or worse. The only man in this world that I will ever truly trust, is the one I made. My little man. My Michael. Mommy's here.
She found him. Found the box. She knows what it is. It's a hyperdense allow. Submolecular shift matrix. Even trickier than the cell she'd be in. Kitty-proofed. Except the Kitty they were dealing with hadn't spent a year and a half in a black room with nothing to do but focus on exactly this.
Spin your atoms all you want. I can get past you. I can get him out.
She forced her hands through the box, inch by excruciating inch. God, it hurts so bad, I can't..I can't..I...
She can feel him! Screaming, she passed through the box, and collapsed out the other side, her son on her arms. God. Thank you god.
"Kitty...what are you doing?"
By all accounts, Peter should be dead, but that didn't fully register with her, "I did..what you wouldn't. And I did it, Peter. I saved our son."
Kitty passed out. When she woke again, she tried to regain her bearing, "No!"
"Kitty, it's all right, we--"
She jerked away from Peter, "Don't touch me! You touch me after what you let them do to our...our son?"
There was some sort of...gooey mess there, that wasn't human in the slightest.
Everything started coming back to her.
There was Scott's voice, though her eyes never left the blob on the ground, "It's not your son, Kitty. You were tricked. Whatever you think...that green blob will destroy us, destroy everything, unless you can help. You gotta find her, Kitty. You have to find Emma."
She sank through the ground, before the tears could start flowing again. Down, far below, where she left Emma. Somehow this was her fault, though rationally, she wasn't sure anymore.
"Noo..not for me. I belong..below."
At least Kitty wasn't the only one losing her mind, "Cry me a river, bitch. We're going up."