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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 7, 2010 13:35:52 GMT -4
Something wasn’t right.
To tell the truth, Bobby couldn’t remember when the last time things had seemed ‘right’. It was probably before he made his first snowstorm. There were distant memories in there about a childhood filled with all the usual kinds of Rockwell feelings-warmth, peace and love. That was before his parents found out he was the master of cool.
They hadn’t really taken the news very well at first. Xavier had been ultra present in those days, making the rounds to the different kids houses to make sure the parents weren’t totally freaking. Eventually his parents sort of seemed to accept the situation and maybe even him. Bobby wondered if Professor X slipped them some of his mojo powers and sort of made them see things his way.
Nah, that was supposed to be against his psychic code or whatever. But still…
More than once Bobby had come to the conclusion that it was for the best that he didn’t have those mind powers. It was tempting enough just showing off his ice skillz to impress the chicks.
But anyway, things lately seemed really messed up. It wasn’t enough that the world that he thought he knew as a young child was turned on its head. Now it seemed that the world on its head that he had grown accustomed to was flipped upside down yet again.
Strange dreams.
For one thing, Bobby kept having these vivid dreams of another time. And he wasn’t the only one. The dream was filled with the people he knew. Chris was being devoured by a big flaming bird, giant robots were destroying the school and a young beautiful girl was looking at him with big sad violet eyes.
“Callie.”
He even knew her name. She was someone to him, but he had never met her.
“This is just messed up,” he said to himself as he rounded a corner. There was only really once person that Bobby would talk to when he didn’t have anywhere else to go. In fact, it was the first place he would turn without a doubt.
Because as much as he loved to torment her, Kitty was always there for him. She was the best friend he had ever known.
Without knowing for sure if she was even in, he reached out and rapped on the door sharply three times.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 7, 2010 19:06:49 GMT -4
Something wasn’t right.
To tell the truth, Kitty couldn’t remember when the last time things had seemed ‘right’. Was it really all that long ago when her biggest worries were getting picked on at school for skipping a few grades or twisting her ankle during ballet? She had been the apple of her daddy’s eye, her home life had been happy and stable and she had never even heard the word ‘mutant’.
Now everything was just so wrong. First had been the headaches, then the falling through things; then she had had to switch schools to this ‘special’ one, and her parents had split up and her life had seemed to fall apart in only a few months. Things had gotten better, though, over time, but now everything was even more wrong than before, and the worst part was that Kitty couldn’t quite put her finger one why.
At first she had thought it was just her, that maybe she had eaten some bad tofu or something and it had given her all these wiggy dreams, but it seemed like she wasn’t the only one. There were weird dreams and non-matching memories and random bouts out amnesia... this was strange even for a school filled with mutants.
Maybe that’s exactly...
Before she could complete her thought, Kitty was jarred from her reverie by a few sharp knocks on her door. Jumping at the sound, she let out a startled cry and held a hand to her heart. She could still feel it pounding rapidly in her chest even as she crossed the room and opened the door. Even in her confusion, she couldn’t help but smile at the face on the other side.
“Hey, Bobby,” she greeted him, leaning against the door. “What’s up?”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 8, 2010 0:09:04 GMT -4
The door just opened a small amount at first, and Bobby could see Kitty peering out at him through a small crack for a split second before recognition lit in her eyes and she opened the door with a welcoming smile. Bobby, who was normally tempted to make some sort of hilarious smart alecky comment at her expense in a teasingly older brother kind of way, found himself incapable of doing anything but returning the smile.
"Hey," he said in return with a casual shrug. "Just looking for someone to bug, I guess." The smile turned a little mischievous suddenly. "Lucky you."
The banter helped, as it usually did. But there were a few ghosts lurking in the back of his mind that were totally killing him. "Hey, you mind if I come in," he asked. It was completely unlike the Bobby Drake who normally would have stormed past her and started nosing around her room snoopily just to get on her nerves.
"You aren't busy are you?"
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 8, 2010 16:09:43 GMT -4
Okay, so now was the time for some smart alecky reply like ‘the sky’ or something while he barged past her into the room and made himself at home.
Or not.
Although he was still all with the teasing and the mischief, something... well, something just wasn’t right, and it was totally weirding Kitty out! “Oh yes, lucky me! I feel so privileged.”
Then he really did it: Bobby Drake actually asked if he could come into her room. Even if she tried, she couldn’t hide her shock. On top of that, he actually seemed concerned that she might have other things to do and that he might be putting her out.
“Uh, no. To both,” she answered very ineloquently, moving so he could step in. Only when he was inside did she let the door swing shut and turn to look at him with an accusatory look. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Bobby?”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 9, 2010 8:42:13 GMT -4
No sooner was the door shut, than Kitty demanded to know where the real Bobby was. He had his back to her when she said it, and for a moment of hesitation he kept it that way while he paused before giving her an answer. “That’s just it.” He turned to face her. “I-sometimes I don’t know.”
He wasn’t honestly sure if he was ready to ‘go there’. Confessing all of this stuff, though he knew a lot of people were experiencing similar things in the school, actually saying any of it out loud felt weird. He almost felt like it was the kind of stuff that could get you locked away in a padded room or something.
“I mean, sometimes…” He looked from the floor up at Kitty. “Sometimes it feels like this is a dream and the real world is waiting for me when I go to sleep.”
Okay it was official.
He sounded like a loon.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 9, 2010 19:50:47 GMT -4
Okay, this was bad. Something wasn’t just not right, it was completely and utterly wrong. Sure, she had seen Bobby a bit down and out before - they were best friends, they were bound to see each other at their worsts once in a while - but she had never seen him like this. It was scary. No, it was downright terrifying.
The scariest part was, though, that she sort of understood what he was getting at, which was totally not cool.
For a long moment Kitty just stood there, staring at him and barely breathing. It really wasn’t just her. All the weird dreams and the weird feelings and the general weirdness... whatever it all was, it wasn’t just her. Still terrifying, but also a little bit of a relief.
“I...” she started, but didn’t know where she was going with that. “It’s like... I mean.... yeah. I know what you mean.”
There it was, she had said it out loud. She had admitted to feeling confused and scared and lost and crazy and... it was alright. It was Bobby. If she could tell anyone this, it was him.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 10, 2010 14:56:26 GMT -4
Bobby wasn’t really sure if Kitty was going to own up for a minute. She was looking at him with that scared sort of confused look that she did so well. If she got really flustered she blew her bangs out of her face. It hadn’t gotten that far yet.
“Gah!” Bobby said as he fell back on her bed. “You aren’t supposed to agree with me.” That meant it was really bad. “Look at me like I’m a nutjob or tell me it’s all in my imagination-yes. But not with the agreeing!”
He draped an arm over his eyes as he lay there.
“Sometimes I have this dream. This smelly guy is trying to find me, only I know this guy from somewhere and I know he wants to get rid of me. I always wake up just when I see his face coming out of the shadows, but those eyes!” He looked at Kitty with genuine fear in his eyes for a second.
“Man, it’s freaking me out.”
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 11, 2010 9:22:56 GMT -4
Kitty’s jaw dropped slightly when Bobby threw himself back on her bed and started whining about the fact that she did agree with him. He wanted her to tell him he was being a total nutjob? Okay, so maybe it wasn’t alright and she couldn’t tell him anything because he certainly didn’t seem to want to hear it.
Yet she understood that as well.
“You are a nutjob, I thought that went without saying,” Kitty bit out, sulking slightly. Like he didn’t know she was all weirded out lately too; she had practically cried all over him in the kitchen, only without the crying and more with the throwing herself on him, but not in a naughty way.
Then he spoke of a dream and her blood ran cold. No. No, no, she was so not going there. She so did not want to think about creepy guys with creepy eyes and creepy claws right now. It always brought up the guilt. She didn’t like that unexplainable guilt. Shaking her head to clear the haunted expression from her face, she walked over and took a seat beside Bobby on the bed.
“I know, but it’s just like a dream, right? Maybe that horror movie marathon the other night was not as good of an idea as you thought it was, huh?” There, if he wanted lies and comfort she could totally do that. Maybe she would even believe it herself.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 13, 2010 7:28:28 GMT -4
As he tried to scrub the memories from his mind, Bobby listened to Kitty and found that the only response he could muster was a soft and quiet groan. "You're probably right," he admitted. Because it was just a dream. It was a dream that had him waking up in a cold sweat every single time, clutching at his chest like he was having some kind of heart attack or something...but it was just a dream. "But then again this isn't exactly like the dream where you're walking around all day and suddenly realize your weiner is sticking out."
Bobby took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"What about you?" He asked after an adequate moment of silence. "Do you remember anything from your dreams?"
There were other things going on around the school that didn't seem right. People from faculty to students were acting a little weird. Nothing too freaky, but kind of like what one person remembered, the other didn't. Sometimes he thought he knew why that was happening, but whenever he tried to focus on it too hard it always ended up hurting him like he was focusing on the sun or something.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 22, 2010 20:25:37 GMT -4
Right. Yes, she was right. No probably, just right. They were all just dreams. Really real, sometimes scary, sometimes... not scary dreams. They didn’t mean anything.
Oh, but there was a but. Why was there always a but? And why did the but have to involve a wiener?
“Okay, first? I can’t say I’ve ever had that dream,” Kitty said, ticking off one finger. “And second? Ew! I so did not need that mental image, Bobby Drake!” Had she been at the head of the bed instead of having to crawl over him to get one, she would have thrown a pillow at him right then.
Honestly, though, why with all the seriousness all of a sudden? Why couldn’t he just let it go? Looking away, Kitty pulled her feet up onto the bed, sitting cross legged, her eyes fixed on her lap. “Not really,” she partially lied. Picking at a thread at the hem of her jeans, she sighed. “I mean, they’re dreams.” She shrugged. “I remember bits and pieces, but they don’t really make any sense, and the longer I’m awake the more they fade, you know?”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 25, 2010 22:05:30 GMT -4
Normally grossing out Kitty was about as fun as it got. She was such a girl! But Bobby had a lot of pressing things on his mind right now, and he just didn't have the heart to follow that road any further. She was playing it down now, and he could tell she was playing it down.
And he knew why he could tell.
"Look, I didn't want to say anything about this before," he said as he broached a new topic, which also happened to be one that he wasn't really sure he was comfortable with. "But...I think I might be going through some kind of...second mutation."
He whispered the last part, as if saying it out loud might be just a little too dangerous. "I had to come to you before anyone else. I don't know where this thing is going to end, or you know, what's going to happen...but I just want you to know I'd always respect your privacy."
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Sept 28, 2010 20:12:45 GMT -4
Oh, this was not going to be good. Already this whole conversation was far from good, but nothing good ever came from saying “I didn’t want to say anything about this before”. It could only lead to much bad. Even starting a sentence with “look” usually turned out unpleasant. It all added up to Kitty not wanting to hear the rest and wishing Bobby still didn’t want to say anything about this even now.
But he did want to say stuff, and say stuff he did, and she was left looking at him with wide eyes. A second mutation? Of course she knew it was possible. She had heard about it, and read about it in what sparse literature there was on mutants (though Wikipedia could hardly be considered a reliable source), but it still sounded scary. Take her powers, for instance. It was bad enough that they had started with killer migraines, and then the was the lack of control and the falling through things, and the embarrassing moments before she had learned to phase her clothing with her, but to even consider that she might now have at least seen it all, that something else could happen to her? It was scary.
“Oh, Bobby!” Kitty exclaimed, turning to face him and leaning in a little, so they could speak in confidence in her empty room. “What happened? Is it bad? Does it... wait... what about my privacy?”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 30, 2010 8:54:51 GMT -4
When Kitty leaned in Bobby was smacked by the smell of soap. He took a deep breath of it as he thought about how to answer her question. Seriously. It was some girly smelling soap. Where did you even get something that smelled so flowery?
“Okay, don’t totally freak,” he said hesitantly. “I’ve thought it over and there really isn’t any other explanation for all the freaky weird things that have been going on lately, and all the things I like know and stuff.
He sucked in some more flowers and finally decided to be out with it.
“I have psychic powers.” He tapped one finger against the side of his head for emphasis. “Not that I can like control them or anything. Not yet. But I’m working on it. And sometimes things just like totally come to me like woah, but I can’t control that either. So if I accidentally see something like your deepest darkest secret or something I’ll be cool about it.”
He wondered what that would be.
“I mean, I might give you a little crap. Depending on what it is.”
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Oct 4, 2010 17:08:01 GMT -4
Okay, seriously, if someone didn’t want people to freak out, the absolutely last thing they should say is don’t freak because just saying it tended to make people freak! Taking a deep breath to keep her freaking out contained, Kitty just looked at Bobby with an almost fearful expression.
First he started going on about all the weirdness, presumably the dreams everyone was having. Again. Kitty wanted to protest, she really didn’t want to talk about those dreams, but to protest she would have to let out the breath that was keeping her from freaking out, and a freaked out protest just would not be pretty. So she held that in as well.
Then finally he came out with it and Kitty let her breath out in one loud puff, and stared at him. And stared at him some more.
“Psychic,” she stated flatly. “You have psychic powers.”
He had been so serious, showing up here wanting to talk about all the weirdness, and all leading up to this? Staring at him in silence a moment longer, Kitty suddenly hauled off and whacked him on the arm. “Bobby, you jerk! You really had me freaking out!”
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Post by Bobby Drake on Oct 6, 2010 10:25:50 GMT -4
It felt good to get it out. It was like this big weight resting on him that like was…weighing him down with the weight of it. Bottom line was that this stuff was heavy. And Kitty was just staring at him. He could ‘feel’ her confusion about the whole thing. I mean, sure it was one thing to be around Bobby and all that, but now that he could traipse through the shadowy confines of her brain it was another story. Not that he would do that. Unless he totally had to, like if it was life or death.
Kitty exhaled and Bobby nodded with a grin as she started to get it. And then he flinched when she socked him in the arm. “Ow! HEY!” If he was more in tune he would have seen that one coming.
“Yes ME. What? Like that’s so…” He watched her lips as she spoke and finished her thought for her “…freaking out.” Well, at least the last two words of it. “See?! I totally knew what you were going to say. I’m telling you Kitty this is weirding me out. It’s a lot of responsibility.” He rubbed his arm with a little hurt pride. “Maybe a princess like you wouldn’t understand.”
He actually had this mental picture of her in a princess dress and in a castle. All snooty and high and mighty.
Whatevs.
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