One Strange Night

By Abby Ebon

AN: You know, while watching Monsters Inc. the little girl 'Boo' said "Kitty" as Sully left her room. For some strange reason, I thought she was trying to tell him her name…thus 'Boo' became Kitty of the X-Men.

Disclaimer: To say I owned anything would be…bad. I don't own it, and I'm content enough to play with them.

Kitty's POV

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

You know those stories they tell you? The ones about the monsters in the closet, well, I don't care what anyone else tells you- just like mutants; monsters are real.

Except, they aren't as terrifying as everyone thinks, in fact, the old rule of 'it's more afraid of you then you are of it' is completely true- in this case.

I know because, well- I've been there! Granted, I was very young at the time -and my parents swore I was dreaming. That I was there, home, the whole time.

Yeah right, just like them to not remember the blue fur on my PJ's that night.

After I turned six, I can't remember 'Mr. Blue Fur' visiting again. So, I let him be explained away as an imaginary friend. I let it rest, that is…until I lived in the mansion.

I'd go to sleep- and wake up suddenly, swearing someone was just behind me, or had been watching me. It got to be so bad, that I started sleeping with a night light - and a teddy bear; with a bat under the bed.

I woke up one morning, and there were wet footprints leading from the bathroom, to the closet door.

They had strands of blue-and-purple fur attached. Now, I'm a logical person, most of the time. I knew there are only two people who had blue fur in the mansion- Kurt and Dr. McCoy.

Somehow, I really doubted they'd been in my room last night. So, logically, the monsters from my childhood had come to haunt me…literally.

Armed with my bat, and my light, I stuffed some pillows under the blankets- and hid next to the door of my room- which was out of sight of the closet.

Halfway between giving up - and going to sleep, I heard the closet door open; and Sully- the friendly monster from my childhood, was staring me right in the face.

I'm not afraid to admit I froze, screamed, and ran out of my room. I'd like to see how well you'd react to meeting something your parents had convinced yourself was a 'dream' or 'imaginary friend'; was, in fact, very real - and standing in your bedroom. Well, the entrance to my bedroom, via my closet- but still, it was scary!

The bad thing about screaming your head off at near two o' clock in the morning is that everyone else wakes up too. Apparently, after hearing my scream, Sully had shut my closet door. So, I was left to explain to the whole of the mansion why I had woken them all up at two o' cloak in the morning.

You bet I was going to lie. I'm so not explaining that I saw a monster come out of my closet.

Obviously, it didn't work so well. When Mr. Logan jokingly insisted on checking under the bed (for the fibbed up spider) he took two steps into my room, and growled at my closet door.

Well, that just solidified my belief that I was right- but now the whole mansion knew someone- or rather something had been in my room. Now, I just have to explain to them that like mutants- monsters that come out of your closet are very real.

Right, that is so mush easier said then done.

It doesn't help that I'm a teenager, and supposedly have both a 'overactive imagination' and nothing to support my claim; other then blue fur, which could belong to Kurt or Hank- and Mr. Logan's nose.

Let's hope Mr. Logan believes in the honest-to-god monsters that come out of your closet.

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Breakfast was…awkward- to say the least.

Well, if you woke up a mansion full of mutants - I doubt you'd be very comfortable on the morning-after either. I'm just glad I can go through people and things, including walls- can you say 'instant escape route'?

For the first time, I'm glad I have a so-called 'useless' mutant power. It might not protect me- but it will get me out of trouble quick. Check that, Mr. Logan is coming over here- and not even my power will get me out of trouble now.

I gulp, and there are a few snickers. Mr. Logan puts his hand on my shoulder- a silent command to follow him. I don't have much of a choice in that- now do I? So I do follow him.

He takes me to where no one can hear us- but I have no doubt that some of my fellow students can see us. Maybe a few can even lip-read, what a strange power that would be! He's doing that silent-guy thing that drives me crazy. He knows it too! Don't think he doesn't!

"What can I do for you Mister Logan, Sir?" I think I just squeaked…my gawd how embarrassing…His lips twitch- he thinks that's funny does he? Grrrr…

"Kitty, did you have a dog- or someone or something else, up in your room last night?" Mr. Logan asks suspiciously- I know I'm blushing, and the glint in his eyes says he knows it- and finds it funny, but he is ignoring that until I answer him.

"No." I answer quickly in a shushed, yet harsh, 'how-could- you- think- of- me- that- way!' whisper. He looks worried now. Well he should be! I'm being visited by the monsters that really do come out of your closet; even though in the light of day that sounds utterly ridiculous.

"Go finish your food kiddo; you've got to get to school in a bit." Trust Mr. Logan to change the subject. Nonetheless I've got to do as he says- I have a test in English and Math today. What are those teachers doing in their free time- conspiring against me and the rest of the students?

I finish my food in silence, and with my eyes lowered. I know is Rogue very annoyed with me, the Professor informed us we'd be moving into the same room in a week; frankly, I wouldn't want a roommate who screams for no apparent reason (aka monsters) at two-in-the-morning either.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

School was (of course) a bore- but what's new about that? The only interesting thing that happened was that Kurt's watch nearly malfunctioned, but that seems to happen more, and more often lately- I think that piece of state-of-the-art technology needs a check-up.

One of the worst things about living in the mansion is that we have to do a training session either early in the morning- or after school. I'm just lucky the two- AM wake up call wasn't turned into a training session courtesy of yours truly, or I would have gotten more then just a few dirty looks this morning.

Anyway, today's training was scheduled for right after school- meaning homework isn't likely to get done; as most of us will be too exhausted to do it after two or three hours of training.

With the exception of Scott and Jean; they're supposed to be our 'mentors', even if they are only a year or two older then the rest of us.

Training sucked; I think they were out to get me. Rogue zapped me, I had to go through a machine or else be sliced (which docked points- as I broke it) when Kurt couldn't manage to save me in time.

Then there is that nagging little fact that I still have to go to sleep in my room- which I've been dreading since this morning.

Once training is over, I change, shower, and go to the living room to watch a 'guy-movie' you know the type- action, blood, guts, guns, and big explosion- and of course the 'hero' gets the girl with no effort at all!

They say chick-flicks are bad, well, at least they have plots! Mushy and cute-as-kittens-and-puppies, but a plot is a plot! I think guys just don't like the romantic music and heart-brokenly sad moments.

Anyway, it's the guy's movie night- so I have to sit through 'Jeepers Creepers 2' on top of my fears of the monsters in the closet! Jeez, sometimes a girl just can't catch a brake!

So, Logan comes down, snorts at the sight of us; okay I admit sitting with a bunch of guys watching scary movies isn't so bad, especially when the alternative is the real-life monsters. Logan- seeing that the movie is almost over shoos us off to bed. I'll never know if the monster woke up- it will haunt me I know it!

He follows me to my room- and as I gulp down my fear to (reluctantly) go into my room, he tells me he'll be right outside if I need him. Great, just what am I supposed to do if they kidnap me (again?).

I nod, and trying not to let my fears get to me as I enter my room, and lay on the bed. I'm fingering my metal baseball bat, and eyeing the closet suspiciously. Surprisingly, I can't help but fall asleep (maybe its some sort of secret monster power?).

I can only hope… I'll wake up again- that being my last thought before sleep claims me.

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Kitty felt something and awoke.

She lay in bed, watching her closet, tense- and with the metal baseball bat ready. She saw her closet open only a little. Hushed voices reached her ears, and curious, she quietly got out of her bed.

As she battled down her fear, and the needling urge to scream for Logan. Kitty approached, bat ready in her hand- she leaned against the wall closest, to the closet door, and listened.

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AN: This is for Yami no Hikari-Chan, Merry Christmas Imoto-chan!