[Gage Krebs]

So, an idea randomly popped into my head the other day that I'd do a spin off of this, and this is what I've got so far. It's a POV from Kitty Pryde.

I'm gonna put a C-1 on it just for the fact that I haven't revised it at all really, it's really just for my own entertainment, and also it's my very first fanfic. Although I would appreciate some helpful crit for this and future writings!


I suppose every girl dreams of doing something extraodinary. Being someone that no one else can be, and doing things that no regular person could. I even remember as a little girl I used to pretend to have superpowers. To be able to fly and have super strength, or be super fast. But now that I was really here, flying above my hometown of Northbrooke, Illnois, it felt more like a curse than a dream come true. I can't control it at all. I'm just flying, hoping I don't fall. The only thing I can do is think to myself, will I ever be able to feel the ground beneath my feet again?

As I continue over the many buildings, with the endless abyss below me, I hear a high-pitch scream. Instantly, I realize that the voice belongs to me, and that I've begun to plumet to the earth below. Well, I suppose this is it. I'll never see Mother or Father again. My shrieking stopped as I saw my parents and I on a playground together back when I was just a little girl. Dad was pushing me on a swing, while my mother was taking pictures with that ancient camera she'd always used. We've always been such a close family, they're going to be so distressed when they find out that I'm dead.

I really didn't imagine that my thoughts would be so calm and collected before I'd die. At least It'll be over quickly. The fall seemed to last forever. Either I was higher up in the air than I thought, or everything was going too fast for my brain to process. It must be the latter, A fall this long didn't seem quite possible. But then I saw it.
The ground became visible, and I could no longer see the tops of the enormous buildings above me. I was falling so fast I could hardly make out any of the noises except the rushing of the wind against my face. I resumed me screaming frenzy again as I began to make out the median of the street, along with the people staring up at me. I could tell I was only about fifty feet in the air, and then forty... Thirty... Twenty... Ten...

And then it was over. I was in my basement, still screaming. I then realized that it was only a dream. But it felt so real, I could really feel the air against my face when I fell. So real... And then I looked up. There, hanging half way inbetween the ceiling and my room's floor, was my pillow and blanket. "What's happening to me?" I wondered out loud.

Then after what seemed an eternity since my dream, but was really only a few seconds, came the thudding of my parent's footsteps down the stairs. "Katherine!" Came my daddy's voice, "What happened?"

He came and stooped down to sit on the ground with me. That was my daddy for you, always babying his little girl. As an only child, and only a freshman in highschool, he seemed to find the need to make and keep me his 'little' girl forever. My mom, on the other hand, was a bit less paranoid of something bad happening to me and most of the time really knew how I felt. As mom now knelt down next to us, daddy wiped away a tear from my face. That was when I first figured out I was crying.
"I was having, like, this bad dream, and the next thing I knew, I dropped through the floor and landed here, in the basement." I answered his question as I piled my face into his burly chest.

"It's ok, Kitty. You're safe now, you probably were just sleep walking." My mom said.
"Uh, I don't think so, Honey. Look." My dad said as he pointed to my half-visible pillow and blanket stuck in the ceiling.
I looked up just in time to see my parents exchange a worried glance. "Let's get you back to bed, honey." Dad said as he pulled me up and half-carried me to bed. As he walked me up the stairs and laid me down in my bed, I pulled the covers snug up to my chin and tried to come up with a rational explanation of what had happened until I finally fell asleep.

I awoke the next day to the delicious smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Looking around my small room, I was completely oblivious to the event that had occured last night. Then my mind collected, and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach once I remembered. Standing up, I went and got ready for school, thankful that I could at last get out of the house and try to get my mind off things for the day.

As soon as I got to the kitchen dad said, without looking up from his newspaper, "Kitty, you can't go to school today."
"What! Why not? I need to get out and get my mind off of things. If I sit here all day I'll go totally crazy!" I shouted as offensive as I could. My dad wasn't one to rethink a decision once he'd made it, so I knew there was little hope for me anyway.
"Because, what happens if you phase through something again? Damn it, I won't risk having my little girl probed by some scientists wanting to know if shes an alien or something of the sort!" He yelled, losing his temper.

"Daddy, I'll be real careful; I promise!"

"No, and that's final." He mumbeled under his breath as he walked back upstairs.
As soon as I knew he was out of earshot I turned and ran for the door, picking up my schoolbag on the way out. I know I was going to be in some big trouble for this, but I'd pay the punishment later. There was no way I could stay home all day. Besides, I haven't had any trouble with this problem until now, so why should I be prevented from doing a typical daily routine?

When I finally got to my first hour Honors English class, the bell rang just as I sat down. As my teacher began his regular monotone lecture of the day, I began to daydream. I kept thinking about what I was becoming. Was I some kind of freak now? What happens if this problem becomes uncontrolable, like in the dream I had? Would I have to quit school and hide away all the time, afraid I might accidently go through something in public? Nothing was making sense. As an all A student, I knew that this totally was defying any scientfical laws. As I continued my self-concious thinking, A sudden tremor shook the school.

"Earthquake!" Cried Mr.Yackman, breaking off from his boring, steady voice. "Everyone, down!"

Those who weren't already, climbed underneath their desks to avoid the falling rubble. Just before I ducked dow, I saw someone standing outside with his arms in the air, palms face down. After a few seconds, things died down and everyone started to recollect their various things scattered about the room. The intercom then came on, followed by the principals voice. "Teachers- If anyone is hurt, please report to the office immediantly. Otherwise, we believe it was just a tremor and classes will resume as scheduled. Students are now to report to their second hour class." Principal Adams annoced, followed by groans of dissapointed students.

As soon as I could, I checked the window to see if the guy I saw was injured, but I couldn't see him at all. As soon as I gathered the last of my things on the ground, I went to my locker to get my history book for next hour. As I put in my combonation, I heard the most annoying voice that I knew.

"Well, if it isn't the Pitty Kitty." Riley said.

"Go away, Riley." I basically snarled.

"Rawwr, Kitty's got a temper! Here, let me help you with that." She said as she leaned over and pushed me into my locker before shutting it. "I'll be sure to tell Mrs. Peterson that you're having locker trouble and will be late for class!"

"Riley! Hey! Open the locker!" I screamed as I banged on the locker door.

Great, I thought to myself, now I'm stuck here till next passing period. I slumped back as far as my crunched space would alow, and attempted to get comfortable, to little avail. Just then, I heard someone walking by.

"Hey! In here! Open my locker!" I spat out, banging and trying to draw as much attention to myself as possible. As soon as my fists hit the locker door, I shot right through the locker and fell right on top of the passing person. He looked vaugely familiar, yet I couldn't recognize him.

"Whoa! You just went straight through that locker! That was amazing!" Said the startled guy.

"Uh, no I didn't! You're crazy, I was standing right next to you. Must have tripped, sorry! Well, I got to go to class, see ya around!" I spat out in a hurry, making up the most reasonable story I could come up with at the time. I ran off without him being able to respond.

I rounded a corner in the hallway, and went straight into the girl's restroom and broke down crying. What's happening to me? I thought to myself. What am I becoming? I looked into the mirror and stared at myself. Maybe, just maybe I could learn to control this illness. That way nothing like what just happened would ever again. In fact, that way I would never do anything like it again, then I could at least pretend to be normal.

Slowly, I rose my hand and put it to the mirror. Touching it, my hand went straight through the mirror. I closed my eyes, and stepped through the wall. I opened my eyes, and realized I was in the boy's restroom!

"Whoa! Get out of here! This is the dude's restroom, freak!" yelled a boy who had just walked out from one of the stalls, and also missing my freak performance.

"Oh! Sorry, must have misread the sign!" I managed to get out before I ran out, emberassed. And as luck had it, I happened to be looking back for the guy when I ran straight into the other guy who I had fell into when I phased out of my locker, knocking us both down.

"Wow, two times in one day. I really must be a sort of chick magnent." The guy said as he got up, and offered me a hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand and let out a small giggle at his joke.

"I'm Lance, by the way. Lance Alvers, that is." He said as he pulled me up. "I didn't really get a chance to tell you that before you ran off last time."
"Yeah, sorry about that."

"No sweat. But hey, I wanted to talk to you about what you did."

"Listen, I already told you I was standing right there! I guess you just didn't see me."

I started to walk away. He quickly intercepted me and blocked my way. I walked around him, but he was being persistant.
"No, listen. You don't have to pretend around me. I'm just like you!"

"Yeah? Let's see you walk through a wall, then."

"Well, not quite like you. But I have this gift, too. Watch." He then took a wide stance and rose his hands upward, palms pointed downward. The sight triggered something in my memory, and I suddenly realized why he had looked so familiar when I first saw him. He was the guy standing outside when that tremor had occured during first hour.

Now in position, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and began grunting like he was concentrating on something realy hard. Instantly, the ground began shaking, locker doors flew open, and eventually I heard a tree topple over outside.

"See what I mean? I thought I was the only one with a gift like this, but then you showed up, and bam! I knew you had a gift, too." Lance said, wiping a drop of sweat off of his forehead.

"I don't have any gifts, just a curse!" I yelled, more offensive then was probably nessacary. Then, with that I ran off. This was all just a bit more than I could handle. What's going on? People having Superpowers? This is ridiculous. It's hard enough to be normal as it is.

This post has been edited by Gage Krebs: 09 December 2008 - 07:47 PM