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Kitty Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire	By : superbang Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 12372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content as well as offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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I do not own the X-Men, Avengers, the Fantastic Four nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Kitty Pryde, Pawn of Hellfire
Chapter 7
The next couple of days were odd in the opulent mansion on 5^th Avenue. Rogue was assigned the room right next to Kitty’s, so staying close as Ororo requested was easy. Once she was settled in she had the immature urge to do the exact thing Kitty had done, live it up on the Hellfire Clubs’ dime. Kitty still felt bored with New York, but at a direct request from the White Bishop was more than enough for her to put her apprehensions aside. She joined her new teammate to show her the sights.
After raiding the boutiques on 5^th Avenue, hours in the trendiest beauty salon, and dinner at the ritziest restaurant, Rogue started to loosen up.
“So what do you do all day?” Rogue asked over cocktails and desert, “You just hang out in that big ol’ house and polish the silver?”
Kitty furrowed her brow. “I’m not a servant, not like that anyway.”
Rogue flicked the silver ring on her collar, “so you serve them in other ways… that's kinky…”
Kitty wasn’t exactly comfortable with that line of questioning. “When the council is in session I serve drinks. It’s a humility thing.” Kitty sipped her drink. “Don’t be preoccupied with that though, we’re being groomed to be the next generation of leaders. It probably won’t happen for 10 or 20 years, but in the meantime we get the best of everything. The best education, the best connections-“
“Boring,” Rogue frowned comically. “Since puberty I haven’t been able to touch another human being. The last thing I want to do is go to school, unless that’s where the boys are.”
“Huh?”
“I want to do all the things I couldn’t do before. I want to get a tattoo, I want to get smashed and go dancing.” Rogue’s smile was infectious, “I ain’t ever been, but, I want to get laid.”
Kitty almost choked on her martini. Rogue laughed.
“What’s wrong with that,” she said through her thick southern drawl, “I can’t be honest?”
“No,” Kitty giggled. “You speak like a southern belle. I didn’t think you’d be so blunt.”
Rogue giggled as well. “Blunt is good. If it’s sharp I think there’s something wrong with it. You should have your beau see a doctor.”
“Rogue,” Kitty had her hand over her mouth, “I don’t have a beau and somebody’s gonna hear you!”
“So,” Rogue was on the verge of laughing, “I hope somebody does hear. And I hope that somebody is six-foot two, handsome and hung.”
Kitty frantically waved down the first server she saw. “Check please!”
A half hour later and they were in the hottest club in town. Kitty got waved through because they knew her, Rogue was given a cursory glance but once the collar was acknowledged she was in as well. The place was dark, laser lights and thumping base. The club dripped with sex, so many sweating bodies in one tight place, grinding up against each other, young people lost in the sensations of being young. Kitty and Rogue tore up the floor. Inhibitions drowned in laughter and top-shelf liquor.
The problem with such a lively, vibrant place was it was easy to get lost in its chaotic nature. Kitty was on the dance floor, thoroughly enjoying the attentions of three separate grad students from NYU when she realized her glass was empty. Taking her leave momentarily, Kitty made her way to the raised platform the bar was on. While waiting for her refill she scanned the crowd looking for Rogue.
It was a sea of motion, arms and hair flailing in time with the throbbing beat. It took nearly five minutes to scan the whole crowd, before Kitty realized she could not see any sign of Rogue. Again she checked the corners of the room, the booths along the sides; she peered into clusters of dancers hoping to see a glint off her collar or a streak of white hair. She found none.
“Stay close to her, Kitten,” Ororo’s voice echoed in her memory, “she will need a friend.”
Frantically she scanned the crowd again-
“Scary, isn’t it?” the man next to her said. Kitty turned to see Logan occupied the barstool, looking very out of place in a buckskin jacket and cowboy hat. “Losing somebody you’re supposed to be in charge of, it’s pretty scary isn’t it.”
Kitty sighed in relief. “Oh, Sir Logan, I am so happy to see you-“
“Must be a lot running through your head right now,” he said without turning. “What happened to her? What’s going to happen to me? It must be pretty scary.”
Kitty gasped. “You’re not going to help?”
“I was told to tail you, not protect you.” Logan turned his head. “Rogue’s your responsibility. You convinced her to put that collar on. You showed her what it did. You handed a loaded pistol to a baby darlin’, don’t you think you ought to take it away before the kid gets hurt?”
“Logan I-“
“Everything is a test,” Logan sounded angry. “You were doing so well, we all had hope for you. Now you got to rise to the occasion. If Rogue turns up dead in a dumpster, it’s on you.”
Kitty bit her lip. She wanted to cry, but crying wasn’t going to solve this.
Kitty dropped to her knees and bowed her face to the floor. “Sir Logan, Sensei, please, do not let my failure cost her-“
“Get up,” Logan grabbed her by the arm and lifted her to her feet. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re sorry. The only thing the Inner Circle hates more than a mess is a scene. And if this plays wrong this scene will get real messy.”
He sat her on the barstool and whispered in her ear. “This is my test Kittycat, I’m in charge. Here’s what you got to do: don’t cause a scene; you don’t let them see you use your powers, you don't pull a fire alarm. Anything like that comes back on the Club, and cover-ups are costly. They make us throw around more bribe money than ten of your little shopping trips. So you find Rogue, she’s still in the building, you get her out of the situation you put her in, and you get her to come back to the mansion willingly. Do that and you pass.”
Kitty’s jaw went tight. She nodded her understanding. Unlike the others so far, Logan understood for a test to be fair you have to know you’re being tested. He at least laid out the parameters for her, and more importantly gave her a crucial hint. Rogue was still in the building.
Logan smirked. “It’s on you, kid. Staring at me won’t get anything done.”
Kitty blinked herself back to reality and got to work. Of all the members of the Inner Circle, Logan was definitely the most “hands on”. He taught her self-defense, which wasn’t just martial arts, it was also threat assessment and environmental awareness. He taught her to first size up her opponent, but an important second was to know your surroundings. She checked the exits, windows, any avenue of escape. If something nefarious was going on, and she could tell from Logan’s tone it was, she would have to know her opponents most likely escape plan.
After a quick walkthrough of the nightclub there were only three places they could have been; upstairs in the managers’ office, the bathroom or the private rooms in the back. As the managers’ office had the money there was a bouncer stationed at the foot of the stair, so it was not likely. The bathrooms were far too public as anyone could walk in at anytime, so those were out. Kitty narrowed her search to the private rooms.
These were rented out on a night-by-night basis; VIP lounges, party rooms, or a place that could be used for a private rendezvous. Of the five private rooms, two were occupied; one by an up and coming rap star that had his private security at the door. The other however had no security and the door was locked. Barring a sudden shift in Rogue’s musical taste, Kitty knew which one to check first.
Kitty’s inspected the door, a solid piece of pine painted black to match the wall. The knob was a lusterless steel grey, not the type of thing to set off a reflection. Underneath the door she could see a blue light creep into the relative darkness of the club. Without any visible windows or vents, the room was sealed.
Kitty thought of the solution. Since she’d first voluntarily phased in Chicago she’d learned a few things about her power. She’d used it then to mess with the tumblers inside the lock on Logan’s cage, which was how she saved the day. With that in mind she phased, pushed one finger through the lock mechanism and wiggled it until something clicked. After that it was a simple matter of turning the knob and stepping inside.
Kitty expected the worst, but was still unprepared for what she saw. The room was somewhere between decent a decadent. The walls were a series of aquariums; blue light projected through tanks of tropical fish that stretched from waist height to the ceiling. The blue light gave the room an eerie glow off the dark hardwood floors and ceiling. One extreme of the room was a fully stocked cocktail bar, the other was a three quarter circle of black leather couches, where the occupants of the room were.
There were three of them; Kitty had seen them before, young men of Middle Eastern or North African descent. They had claimed to be exchange students, but they were drug dealers. She’d seen them at other clubs a few times; always trying to get her to swallow a pill, asking her is she was up for a “wild ride”. Rogue was on the couch, deep-kissing the handsome one. The homelier sat behind her, his hand slipping under her shirt and over her bra, her pale skin looking positively white compared to his forearm. The handsome one had his hands cupping Rogue’s face, but her hands were lower. Rogue’s right was at the crotch of the handsome one, her left reached behind her and groped the hardness under the homely one’s zipper. There was a third man, much fatter than the other two, who stood closest to the door, in his hands was a video camera recording the whole affair.
He turned to Kitty, “I think you have the wrong room, honey.”
Kitty used her second glance to memorize the layout of the room. “Yeah, I think I do.” As she closed the door she spied the white powder cut into lines on the glass-top coffee table in front of them. She heard the fat one lock the door behind her.
It was worse than she though. Rogue was halfway in the bag at dinner. She had a few more at the club. She didn’t even look up from kissing that guy when she entered. If she’s taken ecstasy or snorted coke she could be in severe medical trouble. There wasn’t much time.
Kitty set her jaw tight and followed the wall around, carefully counting her footsteps to measure the distance. Luckily the building hooked around and she could have access to that back wall, but only through the men’s restroom.
Kitty didn’t think twice as she pushed the door open and counted off her steps, finding herself at one of the many toilet stalls. There were a few off looks at her as she stepped inside and latched the door.
“I really hope I counted right.” She prayed as Kitty Pryde held her breath and phased, sticking her face through the wall.
She opened her eyes and marveled at the strange sensation of having her face submerged without getting wet. She was in the back of the fish tank, looking into the aquarium room through the wobbling blueness. The scene had progressed. The obviously groggy Rogue was shirtless, the homely helper fumbling with the clasp of her bra. The fat man with the video recorder, moved in to document the reveal.
“I’m sorry Rogue, please forgive me but there is no other way.” Kitty begged as she reached out with her intangible hand and passed it through her black leather collar, scrambling the inhibitor circuit.
She could hear the scream reverberate through the water and into her intangible ears. Rogue was in a panic, her two suitors collapsing on top of her, forcing her to push them away. The fat man with the video recorder was yelling, but Kitty couldn’t discern about what as Rogue continued to scream. The fat man closed his meaty fingers into a tight fist…
Kitty leapt, through the bathroom wall and the fish tank beyond, solidifying only to drive both of her fists into the fat man’s head.
He stumbled, not from the force of the blow but the surprise of the impact. He regained his composure and Kitty’s eyes went wide, she was easily giving up two hundred pounds. Martial arts or not, a man his size only had to hit her once.
She blocked out Rogue’s continued scream and phased, a fierce three-punch combination passing through her harmlessly. The big man blinked, his brain couldn’t process what he saw. Kitty used this momentary shock to deliver a crisp shot to his solar plexus and a second to his throat. This did little more than to enrage him further. He bum-rushed the girl, charging straight through her. Kitty spun out to the side and threw a hook kick, solidifying just in time to crack him on the back of the neck and sending the big bodyguard crashing through the glass coffee table, cocaine and pulverized glass rained to the floor.
Kitty looked to Rogue who was in the midst of a full freak-out; punching, screaming and kicking at the unconscious men on the couch.
“Rogue,” she yelled, “get it together! We have to get out of here!”
“They…” Rogue looked at her with bloodshot, teary eye, “…fucking bastards!”
“Come on!” Kitty yelled as she reached for her friend. Rogue instinctively pulled away.
“Don’t touch me!”
Kitty thought fast. “Your collar’s malfunctioning. Take it off.”
Rogue looked at her questioningly.
Kitty unbuckled her own, “put mine on. We’ll get you a new one at the Club.”
“I…” Rogue’s teeth were clenched. She was seething with rage. “…yeah. We need cops.” She said as she began to unbuckle the strap around her neck. “These scumbags are evil! They’re pure evil and they’re in my head!”
Kitty clicked the ring of her collar over to activate the power dampener and carefully handed it to Rogue, “How evil?” Kitty had to ask.
Rogue was still furious. “They drug girls. The drug them then they get them back here and the fuck ‘em. They fuck ‘em on video and post it on their website.” Rogue tried to suppress the urge to scream. “They “export” Kitty! That’s what they call it. They post the video on their website and its advertising for slavery. They auction off girls. By the time they wake up they’re in South America, Africa, Asia… they rape women, drug them up and sell them overseas! They’re fucking rapists and slavers!” Tears streamed down her face again. “My fucking power! I touched ‘em and I know. I have they’re memories Kitty. They’ve done it so many times! And they’re fucking diplomats! Their parents are diplomats and the worst thing that can happen to them is they get deported, where they’ll go to Canada or Germany and do it all fucking over again!!!”
The man on the floor started to stir. Kitty leaned over and looked Rogue dead in the eyes. “Their memories, if your power is blocked do you still have access to them?”
“No.” Rogue was about to bawl, “and they got two fucking girls drugged up at their house right now!”
Kitty grabbed the video camera off the floor. “Don’t put the collar on yet.” She pointed the camera at Rogue, “Tell me their names and the address of that house.”
Thirty seconds later they were outside. Kitty waved down the limo and they piled inside. Logan was there waiting for them. Rogue immediately collapsed on the floor, wailing in outrage.
“What happened in there?” Logan asked.
Twenty minutes after that they were back in the mansion, Rogue was shivering, near-catatonic in the kitchen as Kitty turned on a pot of coffee.
“Don’t worry,” Kitty consoled. “The X-Men are heroes; they handle stuff like this all the time.”
Rogue whispered the phrase through her quivering lips, “This happens all the time.”
“No,” Kitty said as she put her back to the kitchen counter and slid down into a squat. It was the only way she could get in full view of Rogue, who wouldn’t lift her head. “I don’t think this happens all the time. I think these guys are just what you said they were; pure evil.”
Rogue sniffled. “I know what they were thinking. I know what they were going to do to me.”
“The X-Men will take care of it Rogue-“
“No they won’t.” came a voice from the doorway. It was Charles Xavier, his thin frame left a lot of space between the woodwork and him. He walked over to join them, pulling a chair out from the table and sitting next to Rogue. “The X-Men are insufficient to handle this. All the X-Men could do is turn these people over to the police. This is a job where Hellfire is more useful than superheroics.”
Kitty looked up. She was so focused on Rogue she didn’t even realize he was walking, “How so Professor?”
Xavier closes his eyes and concentrates, speaking in a slow and deliberate monotone. “There is a young police detective by the name of Everly... He’s having trouble sleeping, going out for a walk. He’s resolving himself to try a new bagel shop a few blocks away from his apartment. He’s walking past the house your assailants use, and he just heard a scream. There was none, but he heard it anyway; and now he’s heard it again. It’s not much, but it is enough to establish probable cause. He’s hollering, asking if anyone needs help. He hears the scream from inside the house again. He’s on his way up the stairs, kicking down the door. There is a servant there, a butler, paid no more than a slave wage himself. Everly has his gun out and demands to know what is going on. The butler spills his guts… he shows him upstairs… he opens the door and begs for forgiveness. Everly calls for back up…”
Xavier opens his eyes. “The police will take it from here. Their government will take a black eye and the kids will be called home, I think.”
“I think not.” came a new voice from the doorway. Jean Grey strode in clothed in black leather and malice. “This is too much, Charles. Logan showed me the tape. I think a little extra justice is necessary.”
“Jean,” Xavier’s voice was stern. “What are you doing?”
“I’m tracking them, Charles. I’m following their frantic thoughts. They’ve panicked. They know they’ve been exposed. They’re on their way to the airport, Charles. Do you think they’ll ever stand trial for what they did? For what they will do again?”
“Jean,” Xavier was somber. “Don’t do this. It isn’t our way.”
“Isn’t it?” a sarcastic smile crossed Jean’s face. “If these girls were mutants you’d have a different opinion, wouldn’t you Charles.”
Xavier scowled.
“You know you can’t stop me.”
“Jean,” Xavier looked at her solemnly, “please.”
Jean Grey sauntered over to Rogue in her high-heeled boots. She offered her hand to Rogue, “Tell me child, have you ever seen a private jet crash into the Atlantic at dawn? It is a remarkable sight, once you get past the horror.”
Charles Xavier frowned. Kitty held her breath.
Rogue stood and took the hand offered by the Black Queen. “They deserve worse.”
“They do,” the Black Queen agreed, “But it has to look like an accident. Would you like to watch this accident with me?”
Rogue nodded, “yes.”
A crooked smile crossed Jean Grey’s face. “Yes what?” she said as she shifted in her stance, nearly shoving her leather-clad bust into Rogue’s face.
Rogue stood up. Righteous indignation burned in her eyes. “Yes my Queen.”
Jean turned Rogue and led her to the door with one hand on the small of her back. “Don’t wait up,” Jean said over her shoulder as they walked into the darkened corridor beyond. Her laughter echoed up the hallway.
Xavier and Kitty sat in silence for a few minutes. The coffee pot beeped and brought her back to the present. “Professor,” Kitty ventured. “Are you just going to let her kill them?”
Xavier grew dark. “I don’t know if I can stop her Katherine. I can only ask and advise. She may be my student, but I am no longer her master.”
Kitty bit her lip. “So what should we do?”
Xavier’s face was amazed, like he assumed the answer was obvious. “Love her. We must love her in all her terrible beauty. It was love that brought her back from the brink before, and love will do it again. No matter what she does, no matter how much she hurts us, we must love her. It’s the only way.”
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