Due to the number of requests I received after No Happy Endings, here
is a sequel.  If you haven't read the other one, I suggest you do,
otherwise you may be a bit confused by this one.

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to Marvel.  The
plot is mine.  I'm making no money off of this.

Some Time Alone
	by Twist
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Kitty Pryde stood in front of the cell where the man she had formerly
loved sat, his head in his hands.  Unbeknownst to her, Pete Wisdom had
left her at the door, realizing that this was something she needed to
do on her own.  She said nothing, merely stood and stared in disgust
and disbelief.  It was a full five minutes before Piotr looked in her
direction.

"My Katya!  Have you come to--"

"Piotr Nikoleivitch Rasputin.  I am *not*, nor was I *ever* ‘your
Katya'.  There was a time when I could have been, but you gave it up,
and that is *over* now.  Your actions against a man you do not even
know proved that."

"Katya, that man--"

"Just happened to be my boyfriend.  He loved me, and I--" at this
Kitty choked slightly, but quickly recovered.  "I loved him."  Even as
she said the words, she realized they were true.  Although she and
Pete had never said it aloud to one another, it was true.

"Loved....?"

"Yes, Piotr, loved.  It was deeper, and purer, than anything you could
have *ever* understood.  And you killed it.  A man is *dead*...
because you never bothered to think about anything but your wounded
pride and manhood."

"But... Katya... I *care* for--"

"*NO!* If you had *ever* cared for *anything* in your life, Pete
Wisdom would be alive right now."

Piotr simply stared back up at her, uncomprehending.

"My God, just look at you.  Do you even have the least bit of
compassion, of *regret* for what you've done?  You just destroyed a
man whose only mistake was being in love, and you don't even realize
you've done anything wrong.  The others may be willing to give you a
second chance, but not me.  I swear to you, Piotr Nikoleivitch
Rasputin, that as long as I live, I will never be able to trust you or
care for you again.  I'm beginning to wonder if I ever did."  With
that, Kitty turned, knowing that was probably the last words she'd
ever say to him.  It was a comforting thought.

Pete watched her carefully as she stepped through the doorway to the
room where Piotr was being held.  One glance at her face showed that
she had made peace with herself concerning the villain.  Now it was
his turn.

As he stepped over the threshold, he was startled to realize that he
could see the man's every emotion emanating from his body.  He was not
surprised to find that the dominant one was sorrow, not for what he'd
done, but for his current position.

"My Katya."  the Russian said.  "I am sorry."

"So am I."  replied Pete.  "For not frying your ass when I had the
chance."  With that said, he produced a single hot knife, now a
manifestation of anger and hatred, and shot it directly into the
Russian's head.

Needless to say, Piotr would not be sleeping well that night.

The End.
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Thanks to everyone who replied to the last one.  I'd love to hear what
you think of this.
Twist
addrianna@rocketmail.com





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