Disclaimer- Wow, these things get old quick. All of the characters of
Excalibur and the like are Marvel’s characters and not mine, but this story
is copyrighted to me. This is just for fun, so don’t sue!
NOTE: There is gonna be some abuse and violence in this section of the
story. If you don’t like that stuff, just skip to the next part and it will
still make plenty of sense. This is gonna focus on just Kitty now……
AN AMERICAN DENTIST IN LONDON
Part 5: The Death of a Flower
Time passed on, and it crawled at that.
I fell in and out of consciousness. Who knows how long it had been? It
could have been anywhere from ten minutes to ten days. I was tired, and
scared, and bruised. Graydon had given me quite a beating, and to pull into
myself seemed the best idea. Even though I was conscious, I was hardly there
and I didn’t mind.
One of the last things I expected was to see him standing there, undoing his
belt buckle, his grin widening, and my fear multiplying.
One of the reasons I like Excalibur so much is it’s not the X-Men. I don’t
want to be too different from my original team, but it’s not like Excalibur
members get screwed with and kidnapped nearly as much as the X-Men do. That
freedom had allowed us to have our own lives, our own loves, and our own
time. It also seemed to give us a semblance of peace and serenity.
Any vague semblance of peace and serenity I lost when Graydon Creed began
undressing me.
I also lost my voice, screaming at the top of my lungs. I had no idea why
he was doing this. Maybe he saw this as the ultimate sin and that turned him
on. Maybe since his parents are mutants he want to follow in their lead.
Maybe he’s just gone plain stir-crazy.
Like me.
"The room," Graydon heaved, not hesitating to feel himself up or cop a cheep
feel of me, "is sound-proof. No one will hear you scream." I grimaced at
the sleaziness of him, and I screamed nonetheless. I wasn’t screaming
because I was scared or for someone to hear me. I was screaming to make sure
I was alive, to hear myself, because the thought of what he was going to do
to me was unbearable.
I was wrong. It would have to be bearable. The choice was not mine to
make.
Now, because of a short history of boyfriends and my age, I had never had
sex before. I mean, sure, Pete and I had done things before that may be
worse than sex, but we’d never had sex. I was saving it for the right time,
for the romantic time, for when I was ready.
No more saving.
Graydon stood over me, pants off and shirt on, heaving. He was practically
drooling. He smelled bad and looked bad and was bad and I was…..I was
scared. Why did this have to happen to me? Huh?
Finally, he finished undressing me, after minutes of him ogling at me and
staring at me, groping at my breasts and my vagina. Tears fell down my face
the first time he touched me, but now I could cry no longer. I whimpered in
pain.
"Shut up, ya stinkin mutie," he wheezed, getting off on this in a sick way.
Any minute now, some member of Excalibur will come barging through the door.
Let’s see, who will it be? Meggan? She’d freak out…..Brian?
Graydon began to feel every part of my body, and I sobbed, trying to pretend
this wasn’t happening, trying to pretend I wasn’t here. There wasn’t
anything I could do. I was tied up, inhibited, and scared. What’s going to
happen to me? Nothing, of course! Pete will come barging through the door
any second, now. Any second, I tell ya.
But Pete didn’t barge through the boor, and neither did Kurt, or Douglock,
or Rahne, or Peter, or Rachel, or Illyana or any of them. No one realized
what was happening. I was on my own here.
Graydon thrust and thrust and forced himself inside me, and I screamed. I
was so afraid and it hurt me so much! What’s happening to me? What’s he
doing to me? Why? Wanting to kick him or hit him or phase away, instead I
just screamed, since it was the only alternative.
But Graydon didn’t stop. He groped, he felt, he bit, he teared, he hit, he
did everything. He returned to thrusting and screaming at her, shouting and
punishing her.
Finally, I gave up and stared at the darkness. It was so pretty sometimes,
and it could hold anything. It could trap me, or Graydon, or anyone else.
Longing to go into the darkness, I stared at it longingly. Wishing myself
there, pretending I was there, I shut my eyes and stopped the tears. Barely
aware of where I was or what was happening, I closed my eyes and dreamed I
was somewhere else. Somewhere else, like the darkness.
***
Universally, it seems like there is a balance of order in the world.
Someone falls, hurts themselves, but next time they won’t step there.
Someone dies, for a reason, and then the problem is fixed. There are
supposed to be separate and equal levels of good and evil, if not even that,
if at least good was better and stronger. That’s just the way it’s supposed
to be. When one is raised in a storyland of Cinderella’s and Pinocchio’s,
one learns the lesson quickly what good and evil are.
So, it would make sense that some things that aren’t fair will be stopped,
ended, put in the dust.
That’s not how it was for Kitty Pryde. That’s not how things ever seemed
like they would be again. Her world was shattered, her innocence lost, and
now the only things left was retreat.
But to where?
Lost in a world of darkness and broken flowers, Kitty retreated deep into
her mind, where laughing demons couldn’t reach her, and flowers didn’t ever
die.
***
"And that’s it for today, bitch," Graydon said when he was done with her.
His answer, of course, fell on deaf ears. Kitty wasn’t there anymore than
she was anywhere right now. Graydon had indeed picked the worst punishment
for her. And he planned on repeating that act.
***
I woke up with a gasp. There was light again, and I knew what light meant.
I wasn’t about to let it get me. Uh-uh.
Squirming from the light, I murmured a rhyme. "Scott and Jean, sittin in a
tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes
Rachel in the baby carriage." My eyes quickly darted around the room, almost
like I didn’t have control of them. I giggled.
The light was back, and in full form. I shiver and cowered at it.
Out of it came three familiar forms.
***
"Look, it’s Kitty!" Amanda shouted!
"Aye, it tis!" Moira rejoiced.
"Thank god we found ya!" I ran over to her, touching her leg. "Amanda, I
can’t see anything. Can you give us some light?" Lifting her arm, she did
just that. Light spread throughout the room, and I gasped at what he saw.
Kitty was in the corner. Her clothes were ripped, and except for shards on
different parts of her arms and legs, and on the floor, she had none on. Her
breasts, vagina, and lips were all bleeding, and she was bruised in many
places.
But the worst part, the worst part was her eyes. They darted around, away
from the light, back and forth between worlds of reality and sanity.
"First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the treasure
chest," Kitty sung to herself. Her eyes widened in recognition. "Hey, I
know you!" She looked at me. "Pete pete bo bete, banana fana fo fete…."
I turned my eyes from Kitty before they began to fill with tears. I didn’t
want to see her cry. Glancing up at Moira, I pleaded for an explanation.
"I think she’s in shock and denial," Moira explained. "She’s created an
identity for herself, a front, so she can hide and retreat from the real
world."
Eyes filled with tears, I picked her up delicately, handing her to Moira and
Amanda. They were going to take her back to Muir.
And I was going to find the wanker that did this and rip his fucking lungs
out.
To Be Continued in Part 6: Coming out of the Woodwork
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