Disclamer: Same thing every time. If did own X-men, you'd be reading my comics now, not Marvel's
A/N – This one came up sooner than expected. I already started writing it, but the real idea hit me today in chemistry class, so I've written it all down…
Anyway, just one more thing. My vision of the mansion is a bit different than usual. I know Xavier is not accually made of money, but let's just pretend that he is. So, the mansion is huge and in it live only the X-men. Each of them has it's own room, and there are enough guest rooms for each of them to invite their relatives, or anyone they want. The bedrooms and bathrooms (there are a few bathrooms aswell) are upstairs, and there's no men and women dormitories – the rooms are all at the same floor. Downstairs is a huge kitchen, a dining room, rec-room, a huge living room (all nice and antique with a big fireplace), one bathroom and even a small auditoriom where they can even have concerts. The war-room, Danger-room and everything that has to do with the 'superhero job' is underground. Around the mansion is a huge property (a small forest, lake, statues, fancy gates, etc., etc.). Ol' Chuck also owns another property very close to his mansion. There he built an apartmant building where mutants can rent apartments if they aren't accepted anywhere else. I belive Columbia University is in New York (correct me if I'm wrong). If it is, Xavier owns one part of this University so he can give a chance to talented mutants who want to study. They can study here without fear they'll be discriminated, and mutants can also teach here (ofcourse, there are also human students and professors). So in the above mentioned apartments live mostly students.
Rogue attends that University (I made her really smart, 'cause I hate the fact that Jean is the only X-woman with a colledge).
The X-men are: Cyclops, Jean, Storm, Wolverine, Beast, Rogue, Gambit, Jubilee (the team from the TV series). I might mention some of the mutants that appeared in the TV series as villans or allies.
Kitty is Rogue's school friend (she still is a mutant and has a power of phasing). All of her other friends are my imagination.
Members of Gambit's family are mostly from the comics, but I might make someone new up. The same thing goes for Rogue's family (Cody is the only one familiar, all the others are pure fiction).
I think that's all. If I remember anything else, I'll add it up at the beginning of one of the other chapters.
I really enjoy playing with everybody's family members, so if this starts to look like a huge family reunion, warn me to start controling myself.
I also like that Logan – Rogue father – daughter like relationship. This may only be my imagination, but I relly like to write about their closeness – with absolutley no sexual allusions!
O.k. than. On with the show…
"talking"
'thinking'
--flashbacks--
song lyrics
CHAPTER 4:
CELLOPHANE FLOWERS OF YELLOW AND GREEN…
"Ah'm here! What's the score" – she flew on the one of the rooftops of Manhattan and ducked just in time to avoid an energy blast.
"We're down by one, kid. 'Bout time you showed up" – Logan ran past her with his claws outstreched waiting for a good opportunity to strike at the same time avoiding more energy blasts coming from Apocalypse and his army of mutant slaves.
"Well, sorrah that Ah was out in town foh the first time in…Ah don't know how long, havin' a WONDERFUL time when this jerk decidet ta stop bah foh a visit. Next time Ah'll make sure he calls first to make sure Ah don't have any plans foh the evening." – this irritated the hell out of her. What's with the villans and their attacks on Saturday night when all the normal girls go out.
Wolverine just smirked. She was her old self again. Come to think of it, she started acting like nothing happened the very next day Remy left.
"Nice to see ya in such a great mood too. You'll fight better if you're pissed off. I know I do"
"Ah fight the best when Ah'm concentrated on what Ah'm doin'. Now Ah just wanna get this over with as soon as possible." – she was already hovering lightly above ground, ready to attack.
"And they bettah don't ruin mah outfit. It took me an hour to straighten mah hair up"
The whole team was doing their best to defeat Apocalypse. The weird part was that he didn't seem to care much. He just let his slaves do the dirty work. He sort of looked like he was waiting for something. Or maybe someone…
It was accually a relly nice night, except for the attack ofcourse. It was unusually cold for March though, the winter appeared to last a bit longer, but the moon was full, and the stars were visible. It was just the perfect night for a few colledge girls to go somewhere for a drink, a walk and maybe somewhere to dance. That is untill the evening was ruined for one of them whose cell phone rang when the fun was the best calling in with the bad news. - "Apocalypse attacking on Manhattan. Join the team as soon as possible!"
'Just perfect. With mah luck, Ah probably get mahself dirty and need a shower ASAP. And Ah'm wearing mah expensive shoes. Ya really did it this time gal…' – she thought to herself bitterly watching Wolverine finally using a chance to slice through the robotic horse's metal exterior making his rider fall of the building.
She looked in Apocalypse's direction only to see him redirecting Storm's whirlwind back to her making her fall. Beast leaped just in time to prevent her from falling down on the crowded streets.
"When will you learn that your powers are of no use against me. I am eternal!"
"Yeah, yeah, we've heard this pathetic line foh, lahke, a thousand times before so if that's all ya have to say, give us a fuckin' break alreahdy…at least untill ya think of a bettah line." – anger boiled in her vains. This guy irritated the hell out of her.
Evil yellow eyes turned to focus on a beautiful young woman hovering in the air, her long auburn hair floating aroung her angelic face, her body tense, ready to attack. The stone cold look of pride in her green eyes made him smile a creepy smile.
"You came my dear. I've been waiting a long time for you. I haven't forgotten that you were supposed to be my first creation"
"Lawd, how long can you listen to yoahself talking. Ah never run from a battle, but sometimes Ah want to just so Ah don't have ta listen to ya anymore."
"You would have unimaginable power" – he completley ignored her saying – "if only you stayed on Muir island than…"
"Damn! And Ah missed it!" – she drawled ironicaly with a fake expression of dissapointment on her face.
"…you were ment to be my angel. Not mr.Worthington, you. You are destined to be my angel of death…"
"Oh, just grow up." – she didn't have the will to listen to his speech. He ruined her evening and she just wanted to beat the hell out of him. At the next moment she was already flying full speed towards him
"…and you will be." – his hands grew poisonly green as he directed them towards her.
"Rogue, no!" – Jean's scream seemed so distant to her ears. And the next second she heard nothing more, saw only a green flash before she sunk into the darkness. Or maybe that was just the flicker of starlight…
A loud scream followed by the sound of broken glass broke the silence of the night. A few dogs started barking, and some lights turned on in a house in New Orleans French Quarter.
"Remy, petite, what happened" – a old lady came as fast as she could into his room.
Remy cursed silently rubbing the foot he broke the lamp with. He turned to the doorway to look at the short old woman staring worried at him.
"Nothin' Tante. Jus' had a bad dream, that' all"
"You sure? You sounded scared, boy."
"Not scared o' de Boogie Man 'nymore, Tante" – the red eyed mutant smiled to his Tante Mattie still rubbing his hurting foot. – "Not a little boy either."
"For me y'll always be a petite boy." – the elderly woman smiled lovingly and moved forewards to pick up the pieces of a broken lamp.
"Non, I'll clean it in de mornin'. Go t' sleep Tante."
"You sure? You wanna tell me what you were dreamin' of?"
"Non. It' not be important."
"You've became strange mon petite. Y' used t' tell me everyt'ing."
"It really be nothin'. Go t'sleep!" – he was already getting irritated by this conversation. He wanted to go back to sleep.
"Y've really changed. Y' don' talk much, don' go out much. Not de same boy 'nymore." – with that she walked away closing the door behing her.
Remy sat on his bed. He was completley awake now. He hadn't had this feeling for a long time. A feeling of great emotional distress he could feel due to his emphaty. He only felt this way when someone he knew was in danger…
Reaching slowly for his trenchcoat, he pulled a photograph from one of the pockets. He stared long in the eyes of a beautiful young angel, obviously caught while turning to face the photographer with her long curls flying around her face, her lips slightly opened and her gorgeous green eyes widened in surprise.
"What happen' Rogue? What happen' in N'York cherie, for me to feel such mental pain?…God, I hope you'll alright amour. Please let 'er be alright." – his last words were barely a whisper. He kissed the photograph gently and put it carefuly back in his pocket. He was already under the covers trying to fall asleep again when the phone rang. Cold fear froze him in place. First the excrutiating pain he felt in his sleep, which was a bad sign itself, and now a phone call in the middle of the night.
"Dis can' be good" – he mumured while moving across the cold floor towards the phone. – "Allo?"
"Gambit? Charles Xavier on the line."
"Bon jour proffesour. Or should I say bonne nuit?" – he really tried to sound as normal as possible. He knew the professor couldn't probe his mind unless he had Cerebro, which he obviously didn't have because he was talking to him on the phone.
"My appologies for calling so late and waking you up."
"Non, non. I was already awake. Busy night." – he chuckeled lightly – "Wha'? Somethin' happen'?"
Silence. The professor turned around in his chair to look at Rogue's unconciess form in one of the beds in the med-bay. Hank was close by checking some test results. Logan was pacing nervously back and forth in front of a sincerily shaken Storm who was sitting at the other end of the room. Loud thunder was growling outside due to Storm's inabillity to calm herself down. Rogue hadn't woken up yet, Hank didn't know why. He had run evey single test on her, he even used the Shi'ar scaners, but he hadn't found out a thing abou her condition. She gave only one reaction during the tests, only one word crossed her lips. Remy.
"Proffesour?"
"Yes, I'm sorry Gambit. What I wanted to say…" – to lie or to tell him the truth. Charles Xavier didn't even know why he called his former student anyway. In his mind he only saw Rogue's broken eyes when Remy left. If he made him come back because of her, he would just have to leave again and that would kill her. That is, if Apocalypse didn't already. So he decided to lie.
"…I had a feeling something is wrong with you and I wanted to check out if you were all right." – well that wasn't accually a lie. Ofcourse there was something wrong with him. He never wanted to go back to New Orleans. – "And I also wanted to tell you that you are still considered as one of the X-men and that you can come to us if you need any help at all."
"Non, I'm fine. Everyt'ing goin' perfect." – so what if it was a cruel lie. He didn't give a fuck anymore.
"Yes, yes, ofcourse. I appologise once more for the late call. The team just came back from a mission when I had this feeling. Good night Gambit. And remember that you can always ask my help and advice."
"Bonne nouit. An' t'anks."
He hung up. He could feel the professor lying. He didn't know the real reason of his call, but this shit about the 'feeling' was definetly fake. He may be the most powerful psychic, but Remy had his mental shields, and he was extremly hard to read even when he was asleep, especially at this distance. He sighed and changed to his clothes. He got even more pissed off when he realized he probably forgot his black shortsleeved shirt in New York. That was one of his favourites. He needed to go out, to get his mind off the nightmare, the talk with the professor, off his pathetic situation here, off Rogue. Maybe if he got drunk he'll be able to get some sleep…
This darkness was cold. Really cold. She was beginning to feel scared now. Than the lights started flashing again. And than she smelled roses. The smell was so warm and soothing. She slowly opened her eyes only to find herself lying in a field of bright yellow flowers. As far as she could see there were fields of yellow and green. It was so beautiful!
She stood up and her smile instantly faded. This flower field was floating along with her in the middle of nowhere.
"Where am Ah?" – she whispered afraid what the sound of her voice could awaken.
"Where you belong. With me" – an evil voice echoed in her mind.
"What is this place? Who are yoah?
"Listen to me good. I spared your life because I need you alive. I belive you have already noticed that I can hurt you despite your invulnerbility. You ran from me too many times, but I will have you eventually. You are special angel. All mutant powers combined in one, such immense power that can't be controled. And with that power and my knowledge we shall rule the universe!" – a flicker of yellow came through the darkness.
At that moment Rogue felt like her head was going to explode, her brain melted from the excrutiating headache. A loud scream escaped her lips while she collapsed on the hard ground that didn't smell that nice anymore. Even more, the flowers were all rotten and filled with worms and other disgusting crawling creaturs. For the second time in a short while she was blinded by flashing lights. She awaitet for the hit that never came. Instead she felt something soft beneath her. It smelled like peroxyde and the echoing of that evil voice in her head was silenced by a warm and familiar one.
"Professor! I think she's coming to her senses!"
A/N – Whoa, a long one. Well, not much to say. Everything will be better explained in the next chapter (which will I write in 3 weeks max). The schoolyear ends at the 14th of June, so I'll have more time than. The title is a lyric of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds from The Beatles. I love that song. It's totally psychodelic!
Hope you liked this chap! Thanks for the supporting reviews!
