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Prologue: Payment
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Author's Note: This story is set in an alternate universe. Some of the things will be explained within the fic, but to reduce confusion I will write a brief synopsis of the events prior to this story. First of all, this story is set somewhere after the mutants are captured and sent to Area 51. The people captured are as follows: Rogue, Wanda, Jean, Evan, Wolverine, McCoy, Fred, and Mystique (but only later- as on the show). Okay, so that's been cleared up. I don't think Jean or Wanda were captured, so that's about the only thing that changed. The first two seasons are pretty much untouched, except for the fact that Rogue never left the BoM. Wanda leaves to BoM shortly after being freed from Area 51. Mastermind changed her memories and has also made her believe that Magneto saved her from the torture she received from Trask and his men. Toad, Lance, Fred, and a new non-Evo character: Marrow (Sarah Rushman- I needed a new baddie) are under Mystique's rule of thumb. Mystique split from Magneto's forces. Magneto then created the Acolytes which consist of the following: Sabretooth, Gambit, Pyro, Colossus, Pietro, and Wanda. Xavier is still missing, and Evan ran away to join up with the Morlocks. After being forced out of their home, the Morlocks relocated to an unknown place (presumably into another sewer). Mystique met up with Marrow, who was marveling at the beauty of the surface. Mystique claimed to understand Marrow's feelings of "ugliness" and capitalized on her hate of humans for destroying her home (the Power-8 stuff) to coax her into joining the BoM. Romy, Jott, Kiotr? and other pairings coming up. This is also rating PG-13 for unniceness, violence, and the occasional curse word. If you have any questions, e-mail me.
This first chapter may be confusing, but you'll find out everything later.
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The bitter winter wind swirled around the man's tightly wrapped body as he strode up to the front porch of Louise Eden's modest flat. He knocked on the oak door, shivering in the coldness. The temperature wasn't the only thing sending chills up his spine. He sensed a bad omen lingering in the icy air. The thought, of course, was just dismissed as paranoia and spending too much time at the office. Ever since the discovery of mutants in Bayville, he couldn't help but feel watched. Maybe Dr. Eden will offer me something to drink. I could use a good glass of liquor to ease my mind.
"Come in," a voice called from inside. "There door's unlocked. I'm just finishing a few things up, and I'll be right with you."
He smiled at the familiar tone as he opened the door and stepped into the living room. It was nothing to marvel at. White walls encased the man and a few chairs were haphazardly placed across the sparsely furnished room. It wasn't too out-of-character for Louise, though. Her motto had always been to stick to the necessary. He was sure that the aphorism applied to her interior decorating as well as her work.
"Make yourself at home," Louise called from inside the kitchen.
He found a seat on an over-stuffed, black chair. "So, what did you call me over here for?"
"F'r business."
"Dr. Eden?"
"Woman's been dead f'r quite some time..."
The lights dimmed immediately, and the man squirmed. Something wasn't right. Louise never spoke with an accent. Who was this woman? He was about to bolt, but the sound of a lock clicking into place stopped him. He was frozen in fear as the stranger walked toward him.
"Who are you?" he asked shakily.
The woman stopped just inches from his face, a knowing smile formed on her violet lips. "Remember me?" she asked, producing a gun from behind her back.
Even in the poor lighting, he could make out her face. It was now clear to him that it wasn't the raven-haired scientist Louise Eden who stood before him. The stranger was barely a woman- a teenager perhaps- in heavy make-up and gothic garb. He caught a silver glint in her short, chestnut brown hair that seemed familiar.
An memory flashed in his mind, reminding him of who the girl really was. A girl with mossy green eyes, brown hair with an usual white streak, pale skin, and a pained expression was shoved into the cold cell. A man beside him informed him of her name, as well as her power.
"Mutant #6?" he asked incredulously.
"The name's Rogue, but then again, we were always numbers t' ya." She paused. "Well, let me tell ya somethin'- y'r jus' a number t' me, too. When ya die ah'll have one less pig-headed, power-hungry, bigoted human t' deal with," she snarled, the word human escaping her lips with definite contempt.
"You won't kill me," he responded with a smirk. "You're only a child. What could you possibly do to a man like me?"
"You have no right t' sound like ya actually amount t' somethin' when y'r jus' a sick fuck who gets his kicks from experimentin' on mutants!" Rogue retorted. Her rage soon turned into an eerie and calm smile. "But t' ease y'r mind, you can think o' it as payback f'r what ya did t' me, mah friends, teammates, and even mah mother."
He didn't even have the chance to utter a word in reply. Rogue found the trigger and pressed it. The handle grew warm beneath her fingers, and the bullet sliced through the air and implanted itself in his skull. At impact, blood splattered against the ivory wall like a red rose blooming the dark as the man's knees gave in and he slumped against the wall. It took every bit of Rogue's willpower for her to not vomit at the gruesome sight.
"Good-bye, Trask," she said hoarsely. She let the gun slip from her fingers and hit the hardwood floor. It spun around like the arrow in Russian Roulette until it finally pointed back to Rogue. A warnin' o' the justice t' come? she wondered, but rejected the thought. Momma an ah have killed b'fore. Never been caught, either. Besides, it's not like anybody will miss him. As far as ah'm concerned, the world will rejoice in his absence.
"Need a hand, dear?" a low, feminine voice called from the kitchen. The question was followed by a click of high-heels against the floor as "Louise Eden" entered the living room.
"Ah got it, Mystique," she replied. "But if ya can buy us some time..."
She nodded, and Louise changed into Trask. She took a cell phone from his pocket and scrolled through the address book until she reached a number labeled: WORK. "Take care of him," she mouthed to her daughter while she held the receiver to her ear.
Rogue nodded, surveying the bloody chaos around her. It would've been so much easier to have absorbed him and disposed of more neatly. After all, dropping a comatose man into a lake wouldn't involve blood. However, she learned her lesson when she killed Carol Danvers. Along with permanently retaining Carol's flight, super-strength, invulnerability, and sixth-sense, the woman's psyche was trapped inside Rogue's head forever. She most definitely did not want that man's sick, twisted thoughts in her mind for all eternity.
"Elizabeth, darling, I'm afraid I won't be in the office for a couple months. Something's come up. Business as usual. Do not go ahead with Project Wideawake until I get back. Yes, I know. I have some things I need to fine tune first. Uh-huh. Good. Okay. I'll call in before I return. Okay. Good-bye."
Mystique relaxed back into her natural form and threw the phone across the room. The plastic device skidded along the floor and finally rested at Trask's feet. "Well, what do you propose we do now?"
"Y'r the expert," she answered.
The woman circled around the body, thinking. "We could burn the building, but foul play would be quite obvious. It's better that no one suspects that Trask is dead. You wouldn't mind dropping him somewhere in the middle of the ocean, would you?"
Rogue picked the man up with ease. "Work's f'r me. Ah take it ya took care o' Area 51?"
Raven nodded. "The self-destruct mechanism should go off within ten minutes. I rigged the trigger to the phone." The older woman sighed. "Honestly, for such a top-secret governmental facility, the security is lacking- to say the least."
"You'll clean up here, then?"
She nodded again. "Yes, I'll take care of the apartment." As the girl turned to leave, Mystique added: "How did it feel... after what he did?"
The Southern beauty turned to face her mentor and mother. "It felt nice to get revenge, although ah didn't feel too thrilled about th' killin'. But it was somethin' that had t' be done f'r the greater good o' mutantkind."
"That's my girl," Raven responded with a hint of pride. The expression changed quickly, however, as darkness crossed over her exotic features. "Killing is never easy, nor is it something to enjoy. Just don't let your emotions get the better of you."
Rogue levitated and hoisted Trask over her shoulder. "Ah'll be fine, Momma. Don't ya worry none 'bout me."
Mystique frowned as her daughter took flight into the night sky. She briefly wondered if what she was doing was fair. After all, Rogue was barely seventeen. Then again, how long would she last in a world like this? she asked herself. How many Trasks or Kellys could she live through?
No, it was better that Rogue was involved. Soon the world would be better for mutants- for her.
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I hope this didn't suck too much. Please review. Romyness in the future- yay! You'll have to be patient, though. I have to get through the first couple of chapters before Remy and Rogue start getting close. Much love! Oh by the way, my other fic, Queen of Hearts, is in hiatus for right now (same with Broken Memories- but that's been like that since forever) because of my gay writer's block. I will try to update it, but it will be ending soon. A sequel to that is coming up later, but you'll have to wait until I finish this fic.
Dr. Eden died in the show- (I'm sure Evo wanted Eden to only be "sedated", but I wanted the bitch to die. lol)
