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Blueshift Chapter Sixty Three (NC-17)
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“I’m not
going to open my eyes,” Kitty muttered. “I refuse to. If I open my eyes, it’ll make it real. If I keep them closed, I can pretend I’m in
bed and having a weird dream because Todd made me watch Star Trek last night.”
“Katzchen…”
“Shhh,” she hissed. “I’m
dreaming.”
Jamie
leaned over towards Kurt. “Is she gonna
be okay?” He eyed Kitty worriedly. “She looks…kinda
freaked out…”
Kurt
nodded. “Ja…” He reached out and touched Kitty’s arm. “Liebes, look at
me.”
“Before I
open my eyes,” she said tightly, “tell me the truth. Are we…” she paused, sighing wearily, “in a
space ship?”
“Um…we’re
in a big silver room with lots of flashy lights near on a panel near the door,”
he said helpfully.
“Is it the
Danger Room?” she asked, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
“No,” Rahne
answered flatly. “It’s definitely not
the Danger Room.”
“Is there a
chance we’re having a mass hallucination and any minute Jim Morrison is going
to dance through with an old Native American man and a cactus?”
Jamie
answered this time. “I really doubt it…
though I have suspicions about Elvis being up here.”
Kitty
groaned softly then opened one eye. She
was looking directly at Kurt, who was returning her gaze with great
concern. “Kurt, I’m going to scream now…”
He hissed
under his breath, his hand clamping gently over her mouth as she inhaled to
scream. “Liebes, nein!
Just… be calm!” He withdrew his
hand slowly, trying a hopeful smile. “Bitte?”
“Kurt,” she
said, her voice tense, “circumstantial evidence tells me that we are aboard a…a…UFO…
how can I be calm?”
“If it
helps,” Jamie piped in, “UFO means the object is unidentified and flying… We’re
just sort of hovering, last I saw, and we can identify it…”
“Shut up,
darling,” Rahne muttered. “She might
hurt you.”
Kitty stood
slowly, raking her fingers through her hair and knocking her ponytail
askew. “I don’t believe this… I’d rather
deal with Shiva and Kali… or Minerva… she seemed rational. Rational is good.
Sane is good… I need to throw up now… Where can I throw up?”
Kurt winced
as she paced, muttering mostly to herself.
“I think we broke Kitty,” he sighed to his friends before standing and
joining his girlfriend in her pacing. “Schatz,
listen to me… we could very well be in Magneto’s labs or somewhere very mundane…well,
mundane for us…This might not be what it looks like…” He grasped her wrists and forced her to look
at him. “Katzchen,
we have to be calm, ja? If we panic, we might do something stupid or
get ourselves hurt…”
Kitty
licked her lips, closing her eyes for just a moment to gather her
thoughts. “Kurt, I love you very much
but I swear to whatever god is listening now that if you tell me to be calm one
more time, I will pinch you. Hard.”
Kurt smiled
weakly and stepped out of pinching range.
“Liebes, it’ll be fine… even if we are in a…er…you-know-what, they’ll help us.”
“Who they? The aliens?”
she snapped, making antennaes of her fingers. “Rahne and Jamie? Or do you mean everyone else at the Institute? What?
Did the Professor buy himself a flying saucer when we weren’t looking?”
“No,” a
male voice intoned over the soft pop and hiss that marked the disappearance of
the door. “But he does have my sisters
and their bodyguard in his keep. I’m
sure they have some clever notion.”
Rahne and
Jamie stood, crowding near Kitty and Kurt.
Jamie cleared his throat, feeling an odd sort of responsibility for
their situation. _Well, I did see them
first… kinda makes it my fault, right? _ “Who are you and
what do you want with us?”
“You,” D’ken said flatly, “are what you primitives refer to as a
bargaining tool.” He entered the chamber
fully, two other Shi’ar males trailing him.
They were all clad in blue and purple, obviously some sort of uniform,
but D’ken was more richly attired. His uniform seemed to have a bit more sheen
to it, the fabric cut a bit better, marking him as superior to the other
two. “My sister will
most likely refuse to bargain but I am sure your leader will cave to his weak, primitive
urges.”
Kurt
stiffened. “He’s not weak,” he said
tersely. “He’ll help us because he cares
about us.”
“Kurt,
hush,” Rahne whispered harshly. “Don’t
bait him!” She clasped Jamie’s hand
furtively and squeezed, barely able to contain her shaking. “What if they don’t bargain?” she asked,
morbidly curious. “What then?”
“Then you
are useless to us and you will be disposed of at the appropriate time.” D’ken nodded and
the companion on his right stepped forward.
“Follow him. He will lead you to your
chambers.”
“We’re not
going to stay here?” Jamie asked, surprised.
The room was sparse and intimidating, the perfect place for keeping
prisoners.
“No..” D’ken’s smile was oily and
predatory. “You are guests of the Majestor of Chandilar.”[1] He sketched a partial bow, fraught with
irony. “Only the best
for my company.”
The chosen
companion moved towards them, holding a hand out in beckoning. “Follow me,” he said stiffly, the words
foreign to him and most likely rehearsed for hours before being spoken.
“He won’t
bite,” D’ken sighed, smirking. “We are not violent by nature. We are above that.”
Kurt
snorted softly. “I wouldn’t put it past
you,” he muttered in his native tongue.
D’ken frowned and opened his mouth to speak but a third Shi’ar,
a woman with dark spots on her face like freckles and a long scar on her throat
rushed into the room, words in some language the mutants did not understand
pouring from her mouth. The Majestor frowned and rattled off what seemed to be orders
in the same tongue. In English, he
snapped to his ‘guests,’ “Your status has been revoked to mere prisoners. Your friends have initiated the attack. Go to the chambers with Leran
now or you will be executed for trying to escape.”
“What?”
Kitty gasped. “They couldn’t have!” She
let out a sharp yelp as she was grabbed by Leran and
pulled forward. “Stop it!” More Shi’ar came through the door, heading
for Rahne and Jamie.
Kurt found
himself in the grasp of the other male who had been with D’ken. The Shi’ar was gripping him about the ribs,
lifting him off the ground to carry him.
He gasped for breath, managing to get out, “You can panic now, Kitty!”
[1] Majestor is male ruler, majestrix
is female. Chandliar
is the name of the Shi’ar homeworld, also known as
Aerie.
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