Windrider

Warning:
This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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All of the characters in this story are the property of their respective license holders. The author makes no claim of ownership on these characters. It is a parody. Written for entertainment and not profit. Cope.

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Windrider 6

Kitty cried into her pillow. It had been a few weeks since she’d been injured, since she’d seen Peter, since she’d seen Ororo.

She heard the news and her heart broke. The X-Men were dead. It was all over the telly. Peter, Ororo, Logan, Betsy; they had sacrificed themselves in Dallas. Sacrificed to save the world.

It was no consolation. Her best friend and the love of her life were dead, and the BBC kept replaying the footage over and over. It was one thing to know they were dead. It was another for it to be shown to the world and repeated more time than you can stand.

Kitty sobbed in the darkness of her bedroom. Usually, Muir Island was a happy place. Moira’s clinic was a place of healing after all. Now it seemed like a tomb.

The X-Men were dead and there weren’t even bodies to bury. Rhane had sent word, Doug Ramsey was killed on a mission. Magneto had closed the school and rejoined the Hellfire Club. The Professor was on the other side of the galaxy. Scott, Jean, Hank and Bobby had become professional mutant hunters. Warren committed suicide. It had never been this bad.

She’d never felt so alone.

Kurt had left earlier that day, Meggan said she needed help consoling Brian Braddock on the loss of his sister. Kurt volunteered to help.

‘That’s my fuzzy elf,’ she told herself, ‘always trying to put other people before himself. No matter how much he’s hurt.’ She tried to smile, but the tears stung too badly.

There was a knock at the door. Kitty didn’t answer. Now was not the time.

“Kitty?” a melodic voice spoke.

Kitty was lost in the misery of memory. Peter’s gentle expressions, his broad-shouldered shadow and the way he grinned during his great belly laughs. Logan’s constant smoking and drinking, the way he sneered when she did the exact opposite of what he expected. Ororo’s smile, her chuckles, the way she smelt after coming in from the rain…

“Kitty, please let me in.”

Distracted, the pillow she was cradling fell through her arms. “Damn it.” She cursed. “This has got to stop. I’m not going to live the rest of my life like a ghost.” Ever since the injury she sustained at the hands of the Marauders her natural physical state was intangible. She had to concentrate to remain solid.

“Kitty,” the voice outside the door was Meggan’s. “If you wish to be left alone…”

“Come in,” Kitty blurted. “I’m just frustrated.”

That wasn’t the truth. She was torn apart inside. But it was much better to put on a happy face, send Captain Britain’s girlfriend on her way and get back to the survivor’s guilt.

The buxom blonde entered the room. “Kitty, are you all right?” Her nose wrinkled at the salty smell of tears that permeated the room. “It’s so dark in here.”

Kitty forced herself into solidity and turned on the desk lamp. “Better?”

“A little.” Meggan tried to smile. “How are you holding up.” She was so naïve but so intuitive.

Kitty tried to put on an air of confidence, hoping her acting skills were at the level of the television actors that Meggan watched so often. “As well as can be expected I guess. Its not every day…”

“I know.” Meggan said, putting her hand on Kitty’s shoulder. “Brian is torn up as well.”

Kitty could only imagine how he dealt with things. ‘He must be twelve sheets to the wind.’ She thought to herself, knowing better than to bring up a subject like Brian’s battle with alcoholism.

“Would you like to talk about it, Kitty?” Meggan offered with honest intent in her eyes. “Oprah says it helps in times of loss.”

“I’m okay. Really.” Kitty was trying to reassure her. ‘Meggan’s sweet. Her television addiction is normally tolerable. But if she starts spewing psychobabble I may have to strangle her.’

“Are you certain?” Meggan asked, kneeling on the bed next to Kitty. “I can only image what you must be going through. If I lost Brian…” Her voice trailed off as she covered her mouth. Kitty saw that she was trying not to reopen such a fresh wound.

“Its not easy,” Kitty said while she stared at the wall. “The thought that I’ll never see Peter again…”

Meggan put her arm around her. Kitty rested her head on the fairy-child’s shoulder. “With all the dangers the X-Men have faced over the years. You never stop to think that one day they won’t win.” A fresh tear rolled down her cheek. “ I thought they’d always come home.”

Meggan wrapped her other arm around her, holding Kitty and crying a little herself. She was blessed with an intuition that let her instinctively feel someone else’s emotional state. The hurt Kitty felt was hurting her as well. “I am told they are in a better place.”

“Yeah,” Kitty sniffled. “I just feel so guilty I wasn’t there. If we had to go down, I at least thought we’d do it together.”

Meggan nodded. “Peter was a good man. One of the noblest I’ve ever met.” She closed her eyes and hugged Kitty tightly. “I know you loved him deeply. And I know he knows this.” The changeling lifted Kitty’s chin. “You must carry on for his sake. Your love would have wanted that.” Meggan unconsciously shifted her form, trying to draw on the image that would comfort her friend most of all.

“My love…” Kitty repeated as she looked up at the shape-shifter. Meggan’s elfin features were still present, the pointed ears and almond shaped eyes. The rest of her changed, the eyes and hair turned white, her skin became a pleasant shade of brown. Her skin became noticeably warmer. Even her scent changed.

Kitty’s heart broke again.

She screamed, a wail of unfettered anger and loss. Megan was taken aback. Kitty phased and ran through Meggan’s arms, through the wall and out into the stormy Scottish night. The light flicker out in the little room, Kitty’s flight disrupted its circuit. Meggan sat in the darkness, not knowing how she had made things worse for her friend.

The gale force winds ripped through Kitty insubstantial form. The rain and hail passed through her leaving nothing but the cold presence of their passing. Thunder cracked in the distance.

Kitty cried, the wailing wind was nothing to the torment within her. She would never get the chance to fix what she’d done. Ororo had gone to her grave not knowing how Kitty really felt.

She was so young. What they’d shared was so intense. She loved Ororo so much that it scared her.

She loved Peter. She really did. She knew if she’d left him, especially for a teammate, it would have destroyed him utterly. Why did her man of steel have to be so sensitive? He would have pattered her on the shoulder and told her it was all right while he quietly died inside. She feared he might try suicide. Peter was the quiet type. Wasn’t it always the quiet type? Why did her emotions have to be pulled in two directions?

She had to stop what was happening between her and Ororo. She was in love with Peter. Her parents already half-disowned her because she was a mutant. If they knew she loved a woman as well…

There was no choice. Kitty put a stop too it before it went any further.

Kitty remembered the days that she’d spent thinking about her, regretting the decision and trying to find some way to make amends. Ororo was so perfect, so goddamn understanding. She begrudgingly accepted the girl’s decision. Initially she’d tried to fight, but she quickly accepted it. She hugged her and told her she understood. Ororo took rejection with more grace and humility than Kitty thought humanly possible. Why did Ororo have to be so goddamn understanding?

Kitty fell to her knees. The wind whipped through her. The rain froze her soul. The thunder was a death knell for its lost mistress. Kitty cried as the storm raged.

She wanted to let go. To let her intangible body be swept away the wind, to join Ororo…

“Kitty!” She heard the call from behind her. “Kitty, are ye daft lass?”

Sean Cassidy crested the hill with Meggan right behind. “Kitty you’ve scarred us half to death.”

They ran up and she turned to face them. She let the pain and the hurt voice itself. “It should have been me! I deserved to be there…”

“Kitty. Its over lass,” Sean tried to console her taking off his coat. “There is nothing we can do except carry on as they would have wanted.”

She tore at her hair. “It’s my fault! I could’ve changed things…”

“It’s done.” He sternly shouted over the gale. “They died like the heroes they were. We cannae change the past, girl. We’ve got to carry on.”

Kitty wanted to slap him. He didn’t understand. “It’s my fault…”

“Dammit girl,” he whispered into her ear. “They want you to carry on and you know that.” It was true. She couldn’t deny it. Logan, Peter… Ororo would want her to continue.

“Come inside. Tis’ wicked weather out here and…” he leaned in an whispered to her, “you’ve lost your clothes again.”

Kitty saw it was true. Remaining solid was the last thing on her mind. Meggan watched Kitty’s nightclothes tumble in the wind a half mile away.

Kitty went solid and the rain beat against her skin. Sean threw his coat around her. He lead her too the door.

Kitty took a last look at the raging sea. It storm tossed waves were as black as the thunderous sky. It was a fitting goodbye, a eulogy from the earth to its goddess.

A part of Kitty Pryde died that day.