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She cursed herself. She had missed and messed up somewhere along her plan. He hadn't come running to her after she'd killed that bitch Kathy, or what ever her name had been. Instead he had run to that skunk girl again. What's so special about her? What's she got that I don't? she wondered stealing a look at her gun, which lay resting in the passenger seat of her rented jeep. She hadn't wanted to bring her car all the way here, not to mention it would look a bit suspitous with her out of state plates and the warrant out for her arrest if they caught her. Remy didn't realize how long she'd been following him, making sure he'd never stayed with another woman, never found anyone to get close too all in hopes he would come home to her, and they would be married like they should be.
Rogue pushed the screen door open and looked around still hardly able to believe that a few minutes ago both her and Remy had almost been killed. Hank was currently studying the bullets trying to find out what kind of gun they came from, but she didn't care about that, all she cared about was now she was in danger, all because of Remy coming back here.
"Remy, and idea who the hell would want me or ya dead?" she asked looking up at trees to see where the shooter might've been hiding. It was hard to tell with the angles and everything.
"Non, I have a lot of enemies, but none would get their revenge like this, it's too impersonal, I make all my fights personal," Gambit muttered not looking up at Rogue. He knew there had to be a connection between this shooting and Kathy's death, but he couldn't figure out what. Why had the person come after him? Were they after him, but Rogue, she didn't have any enemies like this, did she and he not know?
"You haven't pissed off anyone with a big gun have you Roguey?" he asked watching Rogue shake her head.
"No, Remy, ah didn't have any problems like this until ya came here, I think whoever it is, they're after ya, maybe they didn't even mean ta kill Kathy, it was a mistaken identity," Rogue whispered wondering if she'd ever feel safe again. Those bullets shook her up purty bad Remy realized as he took a step closer to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her just holding her gently. Rogue didn't pull away at Remy's touch, he still couldn't touch her skin, but he knew that and was careful. For some reason, just having him close to her made her feel safer, like maybe this was all just a bad dream and she was just now waking up.