A/N: Oh and did you know there's something as two-headed turtles, I do not jest, snakes too!
Disclaimer: I dare to dream that I own this but if I did I would buy my mom a house.
WARNING: This story is not just sex, it is not a quick fix story. There will eventually be sex, but this story is mostly plot, please rate accordingly to the writing style and if you like it (despite the momentary lack of sex in it.
psyche & telepathy
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Chapter 3: So How Was The Mental Institute?
I stood from the tub, the slick water rolling along my body. I wrung the access water from my hair, and brushed some off my body, when it hit me. ' Ah ain't got any towels!' Why didn't Ah think to ask some one to borrow towels until Ah got mah own?
Obviously, because your stupid.
'Thanks ya'll, yoah jus' darlin's.' I blanched.
Than scrunched up my face in thought. "What do Ah do, wha' do Ah do?" I stepped out of my bathroom, and looked at my room, options, options, options. 'Ah could use mah sheet's but Ah'm gonna sleep soon, so, Ah could use mah clothes, but they are dirty and wet in th' bathroom. Or Ah could use mah last dreaded option. Wrap the sheet around meh, dart around th' hallway lahke a criminal, and ask someone foh clothes, then look foh anothah sheet.'
"Damn, looks lahke Ah gotta do option three." As horrible as that sounds. I ripped the sheet from my bed and wrapped it around my self. Forgetting that water makes white fabric completely see thru, not noticing that anyone could have seen all of me.
I darted down the halls towards Ororo's room, being as she would be the only one with clothes that fit me. After jumping behind a large plant I checked the halls to make sure no one was there, then I raced down the hall at a pace that would make Quick Silver cry. Unfortunately I had my eyes down and did not notice the grinning Cajun who walked from Ororo's room.
I ran into a hard wall, and fell flat on my ass. Seeing the feet, I concluded it may not be a wall at all.
"Oh shit." I looked up to the stunned face of the one and only Remy Lebeau. My body flushed red, as I shifted my shoulder's uncomfortably, "Uhm could yah back up Ah ain't covered."
His eyes twinkled in amusement. "O' course petite." As I stood, someone decided to look me up and down. Scratch that, someone with red-on-black eyes decided to look me up and down. If possible my cheeks got redder, what is he looking at? "Well, uhm Ah need tah see Ororo. Sooo..." I moved passed him, unaware that a certain someone was staring a my (not purposely) bare ass. But I did hear him whistling as I walked away.
I knocked on Ororo's door, waiting impatiently for her. The door was pulled open and as she looked at me, a gasp escaped her, "Rogue! Child what are you walking around in that for?" "Yeah Ah... uhm... needed to borrow some clothes 'cuz mahne are dirty and..." "Rogue, I can see thru your sheet."
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The next morning attired in a white flowing, gauzy dress (Ororo's of course) I had decided to destroy Remy Lebeau. Didn't seem that hard, I'm sure no one would miss him and after awhile he would pass out from the pain. That would be when I would kill him.
I cackled as I walked down the hallway. It was ten in the morning and I couldn't do anything with out my coffee, well aside from plan revenge on ogling Cajun boy's. But my mother was Mystique. Planning revenge was an instinct.
No one was in the kitchen anymore. The younger kids were at school, and being who they were Scott and Jean probably attended college. Everyone else was no where to be seen. I looked around for the sacred coffee pot, then I dashed for it, 'still hot'. I was tempted to just pour it down my throat, but I remembered those durn manners and looked for a cup or bowl. Whichever I saw first.
As luck would have it, it was a big bowl. "Ha-ha-ha!" I poured my cup, than thrust it to my face. Taking a large gulp, I felt life seeping thru my very bones. At the hospital they don't allow you caffeine, they should have coffee patches. After all, I had an addiction to feed. "Ahhh... Holy nectah o' lahfe, Ah have come to worship yah again."
I grabbed three donuts from the 'Dunkin' box and sat with my coffee. Savoring the quiet moment.
But it was of course ruined, I growled loudly in aggravation. And a sheepish Swamp Rat ruffled the hair on the back of his head. "Bonjour?" He questioned, my eyes narrowed at him. "Turn around and back up, or Ah will beat yah tah an inch o' yoah lahfe. Your lucky Ah jus' got in a good mood."
His eyes widened mockingly and he backed out of the room. I smiled in triumph. "Clever lil' devil o' a swamp rat."
"Hey, Ace." I looked up as Wolvy tossed a package on the table. I lifted a questioning eyebrow at him. "New uniform." My lips made an 'Oh' of understanding. I snatched up the package and ripped it open.
It was a green and yellow uniform, with an X on the top left side of the breast. It had knee length boot's and a metal belt with an X on it. There was also a brown leather jacket. "Thanks Wolvy." "Don't call me that." He grabbed a beer from the fridge, grunted and left.
"What a extraordinary conversationalist." I snorted and watched him walk away.
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Later, around one in the afternoon, as I walked thru the foyer I heard arguing come from outside. "Oy can't believe that damn hoppy frog thing jumped on me, and started hittin' me when we were in the middle of... well, that."
"Yeah and he was talking about protecting my virtue. What virtue is that, I ask you?" Then I heard cackling...erm...laughter.
"Ya had virtue and than you met me." Growling, "I should hex you into oblivion, but your too good in bed to waste. Well, you are when slimy amphibians aren't jumping on you in the middle of it."
I opened the door. "Ah swear, ya'll are nymphomaniacs." Wanda leaned against the doorway and smirked, "What is the saying, you continue what your good at." I rolled my eyes, and stepped aside letting them in.
"I was thinking we can head into town, and check out the few vintage stores they have here. Then find some furniture stores and check out some crap there." I shrugged, "Whatever." John leaned against the stair railing and began to fall asleep.
"Is Smoky the Bear over there coming with us. Aftah all, it seem's lahke ya'll had quite the workout last night." She looked at him and poked him so he would wake up, "He IS in the habit of following me every where." I nodded, and then I watched as Beast came by fuming, with his fur dyed completely pink. Tabby skipped after him, with a proud smile on her face.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
"And people wonder why they don't miss her at the boarding house." Wanda said. I shook my head and pushed the door open, leaving. "This place is a nut bin."
:Flashback:
As I said before; Thorn had multiple personalities, and with each personality he had a power(1). I didn't know them all, but one was the ability to turn intangible. He sneaked thru the security room after checks, he had two hours until the next one.
He got bleach from the wardens bathroom and phased thru my wall. He was determined to dye his hair, but there was no way he could get dye while he was in the hospital. I put the latex gloves we stole, on. Then put the bleach on the tips of his hair.
It came out bright orange, I was hard pressed not to laugh out loud. So I shoved the corner of my sheet in my mouth and laughed so hard as he tried to glare at me. It was even funnier when he became another person in his mind, and they saw what he had done to their hair.
:End flashback:
We walked along the pathetic "Downtown" of Bayville. There were only about 5 vintage stores in the whole of this peppy town. I used to shop in these stores all the time, well as often I can say I shopped. We stopped in 'Cabaret' it carried leather, lace, and rhinestone. It also had forties slip dresses, and large flappy skirts. I had decided to not wear as much black as before (most of my psyches got pissy 'cuz I wore so much) but it would still be a large part of my wardrobe.
When we stepped into 'Bed, bath and beyond' John started to cry. Maybe the cause was because Toad hopped on his back in the middle of sex with Wanda last night, or emotional stress, but I think, I just think; it was because we made him carry all the bags and there was going to be more.
I looked at him and took pity on the poor love sick fool (Wanda told him to carry everything). "Look John, when we are done shoppin' heah Ah will call the institute and tell Wolvy to bring us back." He looked up at me, hope in those big blue eyes, "The killer puppy?" Wanda sighed, "I have been telling him for ages, not to call Wolverine that."
"Call it to Wolvy's face and ya'll see how much ya still lahke that nickname." His face split in a large smile as Wanda patted his head and kissed his cheek, all of a sudden he perked up. "Come on Flame boy, you need to carry that through-out the store." "Whatever you say love."
I rolled my eyes 'poor guy.'
John was playing in the den with his so-called 'fiery-eyed-handsome-devil-of-a-Cajun-friend' while Wanda and I put away my crap er...things.
"So what are you going to do about it? You have to do something. You can't allow him to get away with this." I grinned, and walked to a tan bag from a lingerie shop. "Ah know Ah have to do somethin'. An' Ah got it all planned." I threw the bag to her. After she caught it she looked inside, and her jaw unhinged. She put the bag on the bed and looked at me suspiciously. "What on earth are you going to do with those?" I grinned at, her and nodded "Ya'll see, ya'll see."
My room was nice and simple for my psyche's to not go ballistic. My large walk in closet however was no less than completely untamed. Wanda had admitted to watching Gilmore girls with John and she got the idea for my closet from someone named Lane.
The bed had a large green comforter, french noir posters, a sainted 'Gone with the wind' poster, a couple books, and soft light lamps. It was totally droll.
Wanda couldn't stop laughing as she looked around. I rolled my eyes and opened the double doors of my closet, dragging the large bags over; inside were feather boas (red and black), lava lamps, posters (Voodoolulu, the Shangri-la's, Linkin park, Marilyn Manson, System of a Downs, and Garbage etc...), beanbags, cd's, a radio, and a couple novels (with some fluff books hidden in the bag).
Me and Wanda got to work. Wanda brought in a bucket of green paint and paint brushes, dipping the brush into the can I stroked it across the wall the smooth coloring mesmerized me.
:Flashback:
Apparently when your crazy/suicidal the only thing you are capable of is coloring. No body warned me about this.
I mean, yeah, don't get me wrong. I love to draw and after awhile I got real good at it, but being expected to do nothing but draw? Torture. Pure torture. I even felt like my hand was a claw after awhile.
We weren't allowed to watch t.v except once a week 'cuz every thing was so violent. And don't get me started on the radio restrictions. Any way, one day Thorn and I were coloring-in 'Lion King' coloring books like a bunch-a babies in preschool and of course mumbling about how this was so below us. When they decided we were being pleasant enough to be brought up to the levels of paints.
Thorn and I got that itch, that familiar itch of mischief. I mentioned before how I despised the jungle hallways right?
Well Thorn and I started whispering together. I stashed some black paint in my lap and pretended to become engrossed my work .Thorn began frantically talking to himself, and rubbing one of his hands against the side of his head (as he was known to do before the big switch came). And then he was scratching his arms, long deep scratches that left his arms red. As one of the nurses tried to calm him, Sydney who when other's got worked up she herself did, began howling like a dog.
Seizing my chance I snuck down to the hall way, and painted furiously. I only got to paint a couple feet of one wall before they noticed my disappearance. Standing from my crouch I painted last famous words, 'The truth is a virus.' I was put in isolation for three days and was put under a constant watch for; Reckless behavior.
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I laughed when Wanda came up with the "Oh so" original line, "So how was the Mental institute?"
After all, she herself had spent a fair amount of time in the looney bin, so we started swapping old memories.
"What's it lahke bein' with John?"
Come on like you all weren't wondering. She looked up at me her cheeks red, her mouth gaping.
"Ah would guess th' sex is good or else ya'll wouldn't still be doin' it."
She frowned and jerked back to her wall, "That is why we started in the first place."
"What?" Deep breath and continue, "I hadn't had sex before, right?"
I glared and nodded. "Well I wanted to try it and I liked John a lot, so I kinda got in bed with him when he was asleep and..." I interrupted, "And ya molested him." "Right. No! Wait! Shut up! It wasn't like that. I just kissed him and he got the idea."
I looked up at her innocently, batting my eyelashes. "What idea?" She smirked, but the blush was still evident.
"I guess we both had the same idea."
"So yah lahked him, are yah sure yah onleh wanted sex with him?"
"I think we have had enough of this sappy talk. I am ready to vomit now."
"Awe come'on Wanda, Ah see how ya'll look at each othah all googly eyed." She shoved me "In a minute I am going to make you guzzle this paint."
I laughed and started painting again, it was silent a few minutes before I asked, "Do yah love him?" I looked at her. She had stopped painting and stood perfectly still, "I always have." And that was that.
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When the last boa was hung, Wanda and I went to find her elusive fire obsessed boyfriend. The John in me was giddy at Wanda's admission, jumping around singing 'She loves me yea, yea, yea.' We found him in the hall way sobbing about losing his 'Betty.'
He looked up at Wanda piteously, his bottom lip trembling she sighed and walked over to him. She gave him a hand to help him up, "Let's go find Betty." She said holding his hand as he skipped a little beside her. I smiled and continued on my way to the kitchen singing, "Ah thought love was onleh true in fairytales."
Bobby sat in the kitchen, sipping a float by the looks of it. There was a tub of vanilla ice cream melting on the counter, and a gallon of root beer was fizzing right next to it. But that wasn't what made me freeze, it was the look of intense thought on the self-proclaimed pranksters face.
"Yah waitin' foh yoah momma ta clean up aftah ya boy? Or maybe Ah'll be seein' Wolvy come bah with a french maid out fit on, an' a feathah dustah in hand?" Bobby choked in surprise on his shake.
I raised an eyebrow as he coughed hysterically. "Ya'll alright shugah." That just made him cough more. When he finished coughing his face was still redder than red. "Ahh, h-h-hey R-R-R-Rogue."
"Are ya sure yoah ok shugah?" He chuckled nervously, his voice kinda high. I nodded. Riiiight. I turned around and left.
The next day at four in the morning I tapped into Logan and Gambit's stealthy ability's. I darted around silently to the boys wing.
Thinking about the location that I found out from Wanda's loyal puppy/sex nut companion, I snuck into Gambit's room making sure I kept my noise to a minimal even he couldn't hear. I opened the back pack on my arm and set to work. 10 minutes later I surveyed my work.
On his bed lay Remy Lebeau tied to his bed tightly with leather thongs, dark hooker make-up was smeared on his face and his chest painted bright red with paint that would not go, until doused in water many, many times. I took all the cards from his trench coat pockets, taking all the cards from the boxes and stuffed tampons that I had painted bright pink in the card boxes. I slipped them back in his pockets a broad smile lit up my face, 'Maybe there are things to live for.'
I think It should have been pink.
naw green would be better.
I happen to like the red.
you should have iced his chest.
ya should've ripped thru his chest with adimantium, ya could'a got me to do it stripes.
See I knew I wasn't the only crazy person in my head.
dat's cruel chere. Ya gone an' mes'ed up remy's beau face.
Beautiful and an ass.
2 hours later we waited in the danger room for a late CajunAnd I kept on snickering
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(1) Xavier's son David has multiple personalities and with each one is a different power.