Dismal Angel 2010 - Episode 19
Chapter 4: Murmur
Bobby Drake had been sitting outside the cell the woman known only as Psylocke had been in for some time now, unconsciousness had been with her all night, the electrocution Ororo had given her with the lightning seemed to have been more powerful than perhaps had been initially intended.
Still, despite the woman was unconscious, someone needed to stick around outside the cell. They had no idea what the woman could do, and for all they knew, she could easily walk through the cell like Kitty Pryde could.
Bobby hated cellwatch duty. There'd always been occasions in the past when he'd been forced to sit outside a cell keeping watch on some mutant or another, sometimes he wondered if that was all he was fit for. He didn't teach like the others did, and sometimes he questioned his purpose in the mansion quite frequently. Still, if sitting outside the cell in the subbasement was all he was good for, then it was better than being good for nothing, which was the next step down.
Sitting outside there gave him a lot of time to think, it was about all he could do. And whenever he had time to think, it was always Rogue who entered his thoughts. Beautiful, innocent, kind and generous…and most of all forgiving. He couldn't understand what she saw in Remy LeBeau. Sure, the guy was good looking, and charming when he laid it on thick, but despite good looks and charm, Remy LeBeau was untrustworthy, dishonest, sneaky, and cold. Bobby had seen it all before. Even back when he was a kid, Bobby could remember secretly hating the man. He'd always had a crush on Rogue even then although he'd never been able to admit it to even himself let alone her.
And now, there were rumours running back and forth across the Mansion like hot water, Remy LeBeau had kissed Rogue, and sent her into some kind of seizure. She was lying in the hospital wing as unconscious as Psylocke was now in that cell.
Bobby ached to go see her, but knew that Remy would be spending every moment with Rogue. There would never be a chance for him to be close to Rogue again as long as Remy LeBeau was around.
{I can fix that,} came a strange unfamiliar voice that made him sit up straight at once and look around.
"Who are you?" Bobby asked aloud, looking round nervously, he saw no one there, and even if it was one of his fellow X-Men, none of their accents were quite this British.
{Someone who can sympathise…} came the voice.
Bobby got up unsurely, trembling ever so slightly, and he walked over to the cell door, and opened the small hatch to gaze inside. The woman known as Psylocke was standing against the wall, her long hair half fallen over her face. In the bad lighting she looked dangerous, yet, attractive at the same time.
{If you want rid of LeBeau…all you have to do is ask,} came the voice again, there was something dark and sinister about the way she said it, and despite that gave Bobby more chills than his powers of ice could manipulate on any living person, he was intrigued.
"You're a telepath…" he trailed off under his breath.
{I won't lie.}
"Keep out of my head!" Bobby frowned.
Psylocke raised her head and smiled, a smile that was half hidden beneath her purple tinted black hair, there was something strangely frightening about her smile like that, being half hidden suggested to Bobby that there was another side to this. {If you wish…but you'd be missing a marvellous opportunity…all I'd need to do is get rid of LeBeau…it's what you want, isn't it…} her voice in his head was less than a seductive murmur, and it was luring him in.
Bobby reached for the small computerised control pad next to the cell door, he hit the first three digits of the security lock code. "I can't let you out…" he said, all the while his hand there, he was considering it truly.
{Of course you can…no one need know…except me…and you…}
Bobby hit the last three digits, and the door slid open, he felt his breath catch in his throat as Psylocke stepped forward, she smiled.
"Thank you," she murmured, she moved towards him as if she were intent to kiss him, her hand slid to his face, and she brushed her lips against his own lips. And then, followed a pain like Bobby had never felt, through the side of his head, sending waves of pain through every nerve in him. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.
Remy was still seated upon the chair next to Rogue's bed, although he'd fallen asleep still holding her hand whilst using his free arm as a pillow resting against the mattress. Perhaps it was his Thief's instincts that urged him to wake, and he cracked one eye open, glanced up to what should have been the ceiling, and yet, all he saw was a fist coming down towards his head, a fist that he knew too well. That fist had a strange pink translucent flame rushing from it. Instinct again was his saviour, he rolled and fell to the floor.
"Psylocke!" he gasped.
"Damn you," Psylocke leapt from the bed, where she'd been standing, and tried to pounce upon him. He rolled away again and flipped himself up
"How'd you get out of the cell!?" he demanded.
"I had a little help," Psylocke smiled.
Remy grabbed the chair and threw it at her, he wanted to avoid physical contact with this woman at all costs. She was ten times the warrior he was. Her extensive training in martial arts meant she could kill him with little more than a single kick. "Why are you tryin' to kill ME, I'm not the enemy!!"
"Sure you're not," Psylocke took a swing, he ducked and elbowed the security button when he had the chance, "and I'm the queen of England."
Remy caught a kick in the shoulder, it had been aiming for his head. He winced at the pain, "I have nothing to do with Sinister! I was as much in his control as you were!"
"You were working for him willingly!" Psylocke screamed, "because of you, I lost my brother!" she leapt towards him, catlike, graceful and agile, he barely dodged the assault.
"I wasn't working for him willingly!" Remy gasped as he caught the heel of her boot in his back, he knew that was going to leave a mark. "You knew I had no choice, you know what he would have done!"
Psylocke stood still for a moment, she had barely broken a sweat while already Remy was breathing heavy. "You KNEW what you were getting into when you confronted him! This is all your fault!"
"How is it MY fault?!" he demanded, lying across the floor trying to catch his breath, "I didn't KNOW what he was going to do!!"
Psylocke's eyes were glistening, but no tears were cried for the brother she'd lost. "You KNEW he was up to something, how could you let yourself fall pray to it?! You endangered everyone's lives. YOU Are the cause of so many deaths in Genosha!"
It all replayed itself in Remy's head now, over and over again. He'd been so distracted by it, he'd almost completely ignored Psylocke's movements, and just barely moved out of her way as her psychic knife came near his head. Remy caught her wrist and twisted it behind her back.
"Don't make me hurt you…" Remy frowned, he grabbed a scalpel from a nearby table and put it to her throat, not hard enough to cut, but hard enough that he had the upper hand now. "We were friends once."
"We were associates, we were never friends. I never trusted you," Psylocke swallowed, she had a hold of his arm trying to pull it free, his grip was surprisingly stronger than she had remembered.
"What's going on?!" demanded Jean Grey who had come rushing in on hearing the alarm, Scott Summers was at her back along with Kitty Pryde.
"She somehow got free," Remy held the scalpel to her neck steadily, "she tried to kill me!"
"HE'S BETRAYING YOU ALL!" Psylocke shrieked.
"What are you talking about?" Jean asked.
Psylocke struggled, "he worked for Sinister of his OWN will!"
"Don't listen to her, she's talkin' bullshit," Remy gripped onto her arm more tightly to make sure she wasn't about to escape."
"Remy! One false move and you'll slit her throat!" Kitty gaped, she could barely believe he was so close to having someone's life in his hands, and her mind sailed back to the night in the nightclub when he'd tried to murder the man who'd raped Rogue.
"You don't think that she wouldn't do the same if she could?" Remy demanded.
Psylocke closed her eyes, frowning deep in concentration. Her powers directed at Remy LeBeau, she did not need her Psychic knife to force him to confess his sins.
"Ugh!!!!" Remy cried out, "I—Can't…I…No…He forced me!"
"Who forced you?" Scott demanded.
"Sinister…" Remy cried out in pain, the powers that Psylocke was using against him caused him agony – however not as much as agony as she could have.
"Stop it you're hurting him!" Kitty pleaded, she tried to step forward but Jean grabbed her arm, any false move could cause an accident with that scalpel, and she didn't want to chance even trying to take it from Remy using her telekinesis.
Psylocke gritted her teeth, using her powers to a higher level.
"He's in my head…he's everywhere!" Remy cried, the scalpel dropped from his fingers to the floor.
"You're lying!" Psylocke touched her neck, he'd slightly cut her and blood now stained her fingers.
Remy fell to the floor holding his head, "get out of my head!" he cried, he writhed along the tiles, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, hissing in pain.
Psylocke let her powers lift from him, "the truth LeBeau, NOW!" she cried at him.
"That is the truth…" he whispered. "It is…"
