And here it is; a full on angsty, tragic, painful story, X-Men: Evolution style! Hope you all enjoy…

Disclaimer: I do not own XME

Kitty was ecstatic. After the professor (what's his name… Xavier?) had come to tell her about his institute, she had agreed instantly. She'd finally be able to hang around kids like her; mutants, like her.

So she'd packed her bags and left as soon as possible.

But the institute was, so far, not at all what she had expected. After all, she'd hoped to be greeted by a happy convoy of fellow classmates, which would possibly include an array of lusciously cute boys. She had her dreams; what was wrong with that?

What was wrong was that the only one who'd been at the entrance to greet her was a girl with red hair, who had bolted out the door so fast Kitty hadn't even been able to get a proper look at her clothes.

Kitty stands still just inside, clutching her two duffel bags, one in each hand, and wishing vaguely for someone to come down and say something like "Hey, you're the new girl, Kitty. We've been waiting." Maybe even something like "Hi, my name is [---], want to be friends?"

Of course, the only people who'd come close enough to get a good look at had merely glanced her way before speeding off at about five-eighths the speed of light.

A sullen-looking girl slouches into the room, and Kitty looks at her hopefully. "Um, hi, I'm Kitty, could you..?"

The girl gives her one moody scowl before turning and stalking away. Well that is just it, Kitty thinks to herself. Here I am, it's my first day, and no one will give me a second glance.

Kitty had set her heart on becoming best friends with the first person to talk to her by now, and she waits patiently for someone else to come into the room. No one does, however, so she resigns herself to once again bearing her heavy luggage. Not having any particular destination in mind, she begins climbing the large staircase directly in front of her.

The rug underneath her feet is plush red velvet, and the banisters are hard, reddish wood. Kitty gazes around her at the interior; the ceiling is high, very high, completed in the center with an ornate chandelier. Down in the entry-room she'd just recently stood in, the rug carpets the floor thickly. Several large sofas and a few poofy armchairs adorn the rug, resting at playful angles. Looking back out the windows of the front wall, Kitty notices the red-haired girl from before playing Frisbee with a Hispanic-looking boy. As she watches, the girl morphs into a red-brown wolf with joyful eyes, which leaps into the air to catch the rotating disk in her jaws. Kitty shakes her head. This is, indeed, a school for mutants.

Continuing up the stairs, Kitty finally reaches the top. Setting her bags down with a heaving sigh, she turns back to the front to watch the girl/wolf and boy play. Kitty rests her elbows on the railing and lays her chin on her palms, now silently promising that the first person to talk to her will be subject to a never-ending bout of thank-yous. Heck, she promised to flirt with the next person who exchanges a kind word, as long as someone at least says hello.

Kitty sighs again and half closes her eyes. This isn't turning out at all like she'd planned. Of course, that professor had said there were tons of other mutants here. After she was introduced, Kitty would probably make lots of friends.

Kitty is going over in her head the different ways she could flirt with her first acquaintance when a noise behind her startles her from her reverie. She's about to turn around to see where the noise is coming from when something crashes into her from behind with astounding force and speed. She manages to see a mop of blond hair and a person, who is flying down and out the door, sheepishly calling back "Sorry!" before Kitty starts to fall.

Oh great, Kitty thinks as she loses her grip and begins to tumble head-first over the rail. My first day. Hey, my first ten minutes, and already I'm going to die. Quite surprisingly, though, Kitty feels a hand grip her forearm from behind, and a strong arm pulling her back up over the railing and setting her feet back on firm ground.

"Vhoa, zat vas a close call. You must be Kitty, am I right?"

The voice has a thick German accent, and Kitty likes the way the owner pronounces her name with it. "Keety." The owner sounded sweet, and was, indeed, the first person to talk to her. Kitty imagines, through her closed eyes, the bearer of such a beautiful voice; ivory skin, possibly blue eyes (if not, a warm, chocolate brown); a dirty-blond, or a brunette, with white teeth and a nice smile. The owner of the voice is strong, judging by how easily he had pulled her back onto the balcony. He probably has sweet biceps, maybe even a six-pack. Though Kitty is definitely a charmer with her flowing, silky brown hair, eyes as blue and piercing as sapphires, full lips, long lashes and soft cheeks, she is not sure if this boy finds her attractive. Even if he thought she looked good, perhaps he didn't have a crush. Yet. Kitty is determined that he, the first to talk to her, will be her knew boyfriend. Organizing her flirt-speak in her mind, eyes still closed, Kitty prepares to let her eyes open and gaze upon the fantasy image in her mind.

"Vell, I know the first few days here can be a bit hectic, but you'll fit right in. Don't vorry; I vont let you fall again!"

My guardian angel, Kitty thinks dreamily, and opens her eyes.

The thing that stands in front of her is not the ivory-skinned, blond/brunette, sweet-eyed boy she'd pictured. Instead, a terrifying apparition looms over Kitty; a monster, covered in blue fur, bearing deformed legs and merely two toes per foot, tri-dactyl hands, pointed, elfish ears, and wickedly-gleaming yellow eyes. The thing grins sheepishly at her, revealing sharp, pointed canines, the equality of fangs. Not hidden behind it is a lashing, spaded tail, swishing back and forth through the air. Kitty's eyes widen in shock and horror, identifying its looks as that of a demon.

Kitty lets out a piercing shriek, and the demon jumps in surprise, tripping backward over one of Kitty's discarded duffel bags and landing with a sharp intake of breath on its back, sprawled across the lush carpet. The thing's eyes show a flashing range of emotions as Kitty stumbles back, away from it, still screaming for all the world to hear.

"What is it?!" a voice calls, and Kitty can hear footsteps racing to ascend the stairs behind her. The demon is struggling to push itself up into a sitting position, rubbing at the back of its head in a rather un-demonic way. That doesn't stop Kitty from continuing to scream, in answer of the voice behind her.

"D-d-demon!" Kitty manages, and is surprised to see hurt flicker in the terrifying golden eyes of the monster before her. "It's a demon!"

"Huh?" the voice asks, directly behind her. Kitty swings right around, panic still clear in her voice, her eyes. Don't they see it? The monster is right there in front of them!

The owner of the voice behind her is delightfully not a demon. It is a boy with close-cropped brown hair wearing red sun-glasses, who is looking at her in confusion. There are several other kids behind him, all craning their necks to see what was going on. Counting, Kitty can detect about seven students in all, including the boy in the red shades, an attractive and rather beautiful girl with red hair (different than the red-head from before), an African-American boy with bleached hair, and the sullen girl from earlier. They are all looking at the scene with identical expressions of confusion. A young boy from the back of the crowd whispered "What demon?"

"There!" Kitty points behind her with a shrill voice. How had they not noticed? The thing is impossible to miss!

The brown-haired boy looks over Kitty at the demon lying, still sprawled out on the ground. He raises his eyebrow at her, moving forward. Kitty turns to watch him, but to her amazement, instead of attacking the monster, the boy kneels to help it up.

The demon stands beside the boy, rubbing at the back of its head with its three-fingered hand. Kitty flinches at the sight of the gross monster. It was horrific; why was the brown-haired boy helping it?

The red-haired girl, the African-American boy, and the moody girl from behind move over to the boy and the demon. They stand there, glaring at Kitty, until Kitty wonders what she had done wrong. She notices that the other kids behind her are being completely silent.

"Kitty Pryde, am I right?" the brown-haired boy asks her with a distinct edge to his voice.

"Y-yes?" Kitty squeaks. She is still gazing at the monster, who is looking at her with its terrifying yellow eyes. She grimaces at the blue fur, the unnatural limbs, the pointed ears, the tail, every disgusting feature. How could those kids bear to stand so close to it? Kitty didn't think it was a pet; after all, it had talked to her in that beautiful voice. Kitty had heard, in books and movies, that the devil himself could sound like Heaven's most pure angel. Kitty did not doubt that that was what the monster had done. How else could such a gorgeous sound emerge from that mouth, from behind those awful fangs?

"Kitty, this is Kurt."

"W-what?" Kitty asks, wondering if she'd heard right. Were the kids really talking about the demon?

The brown-haired boy and the African-American put their hands on the monster's shoulders. The monster gazes down at its feet. "This is Kurt, Kurt Wagner," the red-haired girl says. "He's a mutant, like all of us. He came here from Germany."

"But it's so…" Kitty can tell she had said the wrong thing by calling the monster---or, mutant, apparently---an "it." The moody girl scowls again, and Kitty can hear furious murmurs from the other kids behind her.

"Excuse me?" the moody girl growls in a southern accent. She has dark brown hair, with a white stripe down the middle. "You're talkin' about mah half brother."

Kitty winces and looks again at the mutant. Kurt Wagner, they'd called it. The thing looks at her with eyes full of pain and hurt. As she watches, Kitty grimaces at the yellow irises. So unnatural.

The golden eyes fill with unshed tears, and the thing suddenly tenses.

"Kurt, wait..!" the girl with the white stripe calls simultaneously with the African-American, and they each grab one of its arms. In a flash of smoke and the stench of brimstone, they disappear.

The remaining girl and boy wave the smoke from their faces and turn to stare coldly at Kitty.

"I think you owe him an apology, later," the beautiful red-haired girl says starkly.

Kitty turns around to see the other three kids glaring at her.

The brown-haired boy, whose name turns out to be Scott, helps her with her bags. He carries them up to her room where he drops them unceremoniously on the floor, and turns to leave.

Kitty gazes around at the bedroom, looking at the empty dresser, bookshelves, closet, bed.

This was not turning out to be a very good first day.

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