Hell Hath No Fury

Hell Hath No Fury Chapter Ten
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A/N Foxy is a Goddess of Cats, as well! ;) And sorry this update has taken so long… too many irons in the proverbial fire, methinks. L


“Wow… that’s a lot of food for someone as skinny as you,” Liz remarked, her eyebrows disappearing somewhere near her hairline.
Kitty shrugged. “It’s for Kurt… Beast said he’s got a hellafast metabolism and needs to eat a lot of stuff like this so he doesn’t starve.” She paused, making a face. “He’s shedding a lot now. It’s because he’s so scared and isn’t taking care of himself.”
Liz nodded, pushing away from the kitchen table and her cup of black coffee to help Kitty before the younger girl dropped her armload of snacks. “Maybe if you put it into a basket,” she suggested, barely catching a pack of lunchmeat before it hit the floor. “Is he doing okay otherwise? Big Red is all kinds of worried about him. He sympathizes with the whole scary appearance thing, I think.” She took the top two layers from Kitty’s armload of food. “Come on. I’ll help you haul this.”
Kitty eyed her warily for a moment but gave in. Liz was nice, no matter what Jean said about her being a flirt or Rogue said about her being nosy, Kitty decided. “I try not to be scared of how he looks,” she admitted, “but it’s just so…weird! And those teeth!”
Liz wondered if she meant Hellboy or Kurt but did not ask. “Well, he can’t really help it. He’s born that way.” _There, _ she thought. _Works for both of ‘em. _
Kitty nodded and sighed. “I feel bad because I can’t help it when I see him… I get all… twitchy. I try not to but even when I’m talking to him, I get a little weird inside, like part of me is screaming ‘run!’ or something.” She glanced at Liz and blushed. “Sorry…”
“You mean Blue and Fuzzy?” she queried. At Kitty’s sheepish nod, she smiled. “I grew up with a demon and a fish man. Blue and fuzzy is nothing.” She laughed at Kitty’s startled expression of realization. “What’s the matter? You look like I just slapped you with a wet sponge!”
“He’s really… a demon? He’s not like Kurt? I mean…” She raised her eyebrows. “Like us?”
“What’s ‘us’?” Liz stopped outside one of the bedroom doors on the second floor, regarding Kitty with open interest. “A supernatural?”
Kitty shook her head, her ponytail boun veh vehemently. “Mutants,” she said, barely resisting the urge to whisper the word. “Metahumans…”
Liz laughed outright. “Mutants! Right… And I’m the Pope! Which room is his?”
Kitty stared. “Liz, I’m a mutant. We’re not supernaturals… We’re very human. Most of us have normal parents… most of us are only first gens.”
Liz laughed again, as if Kitty were teasing her, but the serious look on her new friend’s face made her own amusement fade. “What?” she finally said, sounding thick. She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. “Mutants aren’t real.”
“Why not?” Kitty asked, suddenly defensive, the weight of the burden in her arms making her limbs numb. “You’re one. You’re a pyro. Just like St John. Well… not JUST like but close.”
“St John? What does the Catholic church have to do with this?” She shook her head again. “Kitty, you’re confusing me… I’m not a mutant. You’re all supes.”
Kitty sighed. “Come on. We’ll feed him and you and I need to visit Professor Xavier for a crash course in the X gene.”

Kurt flinched as Kitty phased through the door. “Hey,” she said quietly. She set her armload of food down on the bare desk and opened the door, admitting a slice of yellow light from the hallway and Liz, her arms less laden but still burdened with sustenance.
“You did not have to bring all that. I’m not hungry,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “I just want to sleep.”
Liz and Kitty exchanged glances. “Kurt,” Kitty said softly, advancing to sit on the edge of the bed. “You need to eat at least a little something. You teleported and have been under stress… Beast said if you don’t eat soon, he’s going to put a tube down your throat and force feed you liquid nutrition. I don’t think you’d like it.”
Kurt opened one golden eye and stared at the girl on his bed. “I want to leave,” he said softly yet plaintively. “I don’t belong here. I needed to find them,” his glance fli to to Liz, “and I did. I didn’t need to come here.”
“We’re here now, too,” Liz replied just as quietly, “and we’re going to help you find your answers. The people here are a lot like you, Kurt… they have things they need to find out, too. Eat something. Please?”
Kurt opened his other eye and peered at Liz. “No.”
“Kurt,” Kitty said with a tinge of urgency in her voice, “I brought all sorts of stuff because I didn’t know what you like. I brought some cake, some sandwich stuff, some left over pizza…”
“Pizza?” He blinked. The word sounded familiar and an image came to him. “I like pizza…”
Liz and Kitty both breathed cover sighs of relief. Liz went to the desk to get the box of left over pizza and the jug of whole milk as Kitty helped him sit up in bed. As the semi-cold food was placed in front of him and the drink on the nightstand next to him, Kitty said genially, “When you’rne, ne, I want to show you the grounds. Storm has an amazing garden that’s really great for, you know, just getting away when the rest of the people here get on your nerves.”
“Not necessary,” he said around a mouthful of pizza, which he was eating with great enthusiasm. “I won’t be here long enough to need it.”
Liz sighed. “Kurt , really… Red said he’s going to help you and this is the best place for him to do it. They have resources here we don’t have back at the offices.”
Kshooshook his head, reaching for another slice. “Nein, I’m not going there either.”
“Where are you going then?” Kitty asked, her expression becoming distinctly worried.
“Ah,” he smiled, looking as cheerful as either girl had ever seen him, “I’m going to Hell!”