A/N: Well, time for chapter three
Disclaimer: I'm just some po' lil' girl… please don't sue me.
Pairing: Logan/Marie I hope you're happy Jayde(
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Rogue POV:
"How can you not know who I am? You tired to kill me, remember?"
"Look woman, I've never seen you before in my life, alright?"
*sigh* "You know, I was kidnapped by Magneto, the guy you worked for and he tried to make me a martyr?"
He looked at me like I just told him he was a donkey and I was from Mars.
"Just tell me who you are!"
"ROGUE! MY NAME IS ROGUE!"
That probably wasn't too smart.
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"Well, ROGUE, what the hell do you want?"
He peered at me over his block of food.
"Do you actually think I want to be here? There a lock on the door for a reason."
"Who is Magneto?"
"You don't remember him either? What do you know?"
"….My name."
"Sabertooth?"
"No, the other one… Victor something"
All of a sudden the light went out. That was their not-too-subtle way of telling us that it was nap time.
"I've got dibs on the bed."
"No you don't lady, you're sleeping on the floor"
"Well, can you at least give me the pillow?"
"Nope."
Logan's POV:
I drove into the mansion at dusk. The first thing I noticed was that No one was outside.
Hmm, you have a bunch of sugar -powered mutants and none of them are outside? Something' up.
I walked into the mansion and the first thing that greeted me was Jean. Well, greeted isn't the right word. Jumped is better.
"Hi Logan" she panted
Hi to you to, you bitch. Did you like my mail?
I simply grunted and went to find Marie.
"Didn't you miss me? I missed you."
"Is that why you went through my mail?"
Wow, she looks pretty flustered about that.
"Who told you that? I think you need to check your sources."
The smells of lies are reeking off her like cheap perfume off a three- dollar whore.
"Just stay away from Marie."
"No problem. She's run away."
With that I saw only red. I ran into Marie's old room. Her smell was new, she must have left no more than a week ago.
My next stop was Chuck's office.
"WHERE IS SHE?!?"
"Marie? She left on her own accord. I have no power to hunt her down. "
"So you just let her leave! You have no idea what's going on with her!"
It just doesn't make sense. I called her last week and told her I was coming home, and she seemed happy. Why would she leave.
I was awakened by someone roughly shaking my shoulders.
I don't remember too much about last night, only that I had waited until Victor was asleep to steal his pillow.
I groaned. What time is it?
"Something's up. Everyone's moving around outside."
Before I knew what was going on, the doors opened.
This couldn't be good. They didn't even open doors to feed us. They just slid under a slot.
Not my idea of room service.
Another thing I noticed was that they all had cow prodders. What the hell were we, bovine?
One of them grabbed my by the hair and shocked me.
"You be good or you're going to regret it."
I could barely hear him over the deafening roar. It seems my roommate doesn't like tasers. There was a lot of shocking, a lot more roaring, and a lot of blood. When they finally got him sedated, two of the guards were bleeding, and one looked dead.
They strapped us to these gurneys, and led us onto different operating tables.
In one corner of the room there was a glass window. Inside the windows were about five different doctors.
"Test subject Rogue will now endure the genetic solvent."
Genetic solvent! What the hell is that?
I looked up and saw about seven different needles above my head.
This was going to hurt.
Victor's POV:
I didn't really sleep that night. My mind was full of blurs of images and slips of memories. Who was I? Where did I come from? What in the hell was that girl talking about?
The only thing I remembered was my name. According to the brunette I had another one.
That brunette in the corner was something else. The guards, the doctors, everyone was afraid of me, except her. She even had the guts to steal my pillow when she thought I was sleeping.
So that's why when I found out that something was up, I woke her. She muttered something about Logan and blinked up at me.
"Something's up. Everyone's moving."
When they entered the room, the first thing they did was grab her. They shocked the hell outta me, but I ended up killing one of those lil' bastards. They strapped us on these damn tables, and put us in this room.
There were a bunch of pansy-assed doctors behind the doors. I growled at them, and they said something about 'genetic additioning' All I saw where a bunch of needle above the brunette's head.
I growled real loudly. She smelled like fear but it wasn't for me. Next thing I know they were injecting her with this glowing green crap. It smelled like fire and made her scream real loud. I roared even louder, and they gave me more sedatives. Everything went hazym and when I woke up we were back in the room.
She wasn't moving at all. I was nervous at first but then she moaned and muttered 'Logan' again. What's a Logan? When she woke up, I had given her the bed.
She sat there, munching on a piece of …food (It tasted like cardboard), and I asked her a question that had been on my mind for such a long time.
"What's a Logan?"
I couldn't see her smile, but I felt it. "He's the love of my life"
Back in Westchester…
Logan repacked all his bags, and got unto his bike.
"Logan, where are you going?" Jean asked
"To find her."
"Why?"
He smiled, "Because she's the love of my life."
Whaddya think?
Well, because of popular demand, I made it a L/M…
Disclaimer: I'm just some po' lil' girl… please don't sue me.
Pairing: Logan/Marie I hope you're happy Jayde(
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Rogue POV:
"How can you not know who I am? You tired to kill me, remember?"
"Look woman, I've never seen you before in my life, alright?"
*sigh* "You know, I was kidnapped by Magneto, the guy you worked for and he tried to make me a martyr?"
He looked at me like I just told him he was a donkey and I was from Mars.
"Just tell me who you are!"
"ROGUE! MY NAME IS ROGUE!"
That probably wasn't too smart.
*****************************
"Well, ROGUE, what the hell do you want?"
He peered at me over his block of food.
"Do you actually think I want to be here? There a lock on the door for a reason."
"Who is Magneto?"
"You don't remember him either? What do you know?"
"….My name."
"Sabertooth?"
"No, the other one… Victor something"
All of a sudden the light went out. That was their not-too-subtle way of telling us that it was nap time.
"I've got dibs on the bed."
"No you don't lady, you're sleeping on the floor"
"Well, can you at least give me the pillow?"
"Nope."
Logan's POV:
I drove into the mansion at dusk. The first thing I noticed was that No one was outside.
Hmm, you have a bunch of sugar -powered mutants and none of them are outside? Something' up.
I walked into the mansion and the first thing that greeted me was Jean. Well, greeted isn't the right word. Jumped is better.
"Hi Logan" she panted
Hi to you to, you bitch. Did you like my mail?
I simply grunted and went to find Marie.
"Didn't you miss me? I missed you."
"Is that why you went through my mail?"
Wow, she looks pretty flustered about that.
"Who told you that? I think you need to check your sources."
The smells of lies are reeking off her like cheap perfume off a three- dollar whore.
"Just stay away from Marie."
"No problem. She's run away."
With that I saw only red. I ran into Marie's old room. Her smell was new, she must have left no more than a week ago.
My next stop was Chuck's office.
"WHERE IS SHE?!?"
"Marie? She left on her own accord. I have no power to hunt her down. "
"So you just let her leave! You have no idea what's going on with her!"
It just doesn't make sense. I called her last week and told her I was coming home, and she seemed happy. Why would she leave.
I was awakened by someone roughly shaking my shoulders.
I don't remember too much about last night, only that I had waited until Victor was asleep to steal his pillow.
I groaned. What time is it?
"Something's up. Everyone's moving around outside."
Before I knew what was going on, the doors opened.
This couldn't be good. They didn't even open doors to feed us. They just slid under a slot.
Not my idea of room service.
Another thing I noticed was that they all had cow prodders. What the hell were we, bovine?
One of them grabbed my by the hair and shocked me.
"You be good or you're going to regret it."
I could barely hear him over the deafening roar. It seems my roommate doesn't like tasers. There was a lot of shocking, a lot more roaring, and a lot of blood. When they finally got him sedated, two of the guards were bleeding, and one looked dead.
They strapped us to these gurneys, and led us onto different operating tables.
In one corner of the room there was a glass window. Inside the windows were about five different doctors.
"Test subject Rogue will now endure the genetic solvent."
Genetic solvent! What the hell is that?
I looked up and saw about seven different needles above my head.
This was going to hurt.
Victor's POV:
I didn't really sleep that night. My mind was full of blurs of images and slips of memories. Who was I? Where did I come from? What in the hell was that girl talking about?
The only thing I remembered was my name. According to the brunette I had another one.
That brunette in the corner was something else. The guards, the doctors, everyone was afraid of me, except her. She even had the guts to steal my pillow when she thought I was sleeping.
So that's why when I found out that something was up, I woke her. She muttered something about Logan and blinked up at me.
"Something's up. Everyone's moving."
When they entered the room, the first thing they did was grab her. They shocked the hell outta me, but I ended up killing one of those lil' bastards. They strapped us on these damn tables, and put us in this room.
There were a bunch of pansy-assed doctors behind the doors. I growled at them, and they said something about 'genetic additioning' All I saw where a bunch of needle above the brunette's head.
I growled real loudly. She smelled like fear but it wasn't for me. Next thing I know they were injecting her with this glowing green crap. It smelled like fire and made her scream real loud. I roared even louder, and they gave me more sedatives. Everything went hazym and when I woke up we were back in the room.
She wasn't moving at all. I was nervous at first but then she moaned and muttered 'Logan' again. What's a Logan? When she woke up, I had given her the bed.
She sat there, munching on a piece of …food (It tasted like cardboard), and I asked her a question that had been on my mind for such a long time.
"What's a Logan?"
I couldn't see her smile, but I felt it. "He's the love of my life"
Back in Westchester…
Logan repacked all his bags, and got unto his bike.
"Logan, where are you going?" Jean asked
"To find her."
"Why?"
He smiled, "Because she's the love of my life."
Whaddya think?
Well, because of popular demand, I made it a L/M…