When a Story Comes Together

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They landed outside a facility and were lead inside. As they were she noticed that Gambit seemed to be getting smaller until he dropped her on the ground, held on to the wall for balance, and turned back to normal. Blinking a bit he opened his eyes clearly confused, "Why am I here?"

"The cure has worn off. Now Sinister must examine you." Magneto said leading them to Sinister's lab.

"You're back," his smile curled into a devious smirk as he saw Gambit was the one who had been subject to his drug, "Please take a seat Mr. LeBeau."

Knowing he would have no choice he took a seat making sure to watch him for any signs of foul play as he checked his vitals.

"You're in perfect health save for your lungs. You really need to stop smoking Mr. LeBeau," Sinister warned as he prepared a needle to draw blood. Holding the needle to his arm smirking evilly, "Just like old times."

Taking the blood he separated it into four small vials placing them in a centrifuge.

"Umm can I go? And what is he?" Rogue asked not particularly liking her spot on the floor.

"I am Sinister, Mister Sinister, Rogue."

"Ya know my name?"

"I know all about your abilities. What I don't know is their limits." He looked deep in thought, "A mutant with your potential could best us all someday and yet you are content to let them stay as they are with the X-Men."

"The X-Men are helping me!" She defended.

"Holding you back girl. Did you think Charles let you join simply because he likes you? No," His red eyes fixed her with a penetrating gaze, "He is keeping you away from everyone else so that he alone can guarantee that you develop as he sees fit."

"The Professor wouldn't do that!"

"You will soon see girl that the brightest light cast the darkest shadow."

"Ya never told me what ya are!"

"Me?"

"No te wall behind ya."

Sinister looked at everyone's curious faces, "I am not a mutant per se. I was a man born long ago too advanced for the society I was raised in. While the men were rolling tobacco thinking of a way to force the red skins out of the land claimed by England I thought of the future.

But without the proper tools my genius was delayed. I had no choice but to blend with the populous during the day while spending my nights sketching future projects in the automotive field as well as weaponry fields.

Eventually, I had found a mutant who lived in the colony of Ansterdam, which you call Canada. There the people believed she was some sort of witch. A blacksmith was said to have glimpsed her clawing the insides of a man out. It was her quality of being different that drew me too her.

We married, living a comfortable life. She already had a child and I gladly took him on as my son. Then we had one as well, but the bastard tried to kill me. As I lay there dying in my own living room a mutant approached me clad in blue armor.

That night I believed that I had finally saw the god that the town spoke so reverently about. The man offered me the power necessary to survive as long as I swore to help him fix his teleporting machine so that he could go back in time.

With my last breath I agreed. The next day I woke up as this. My wife had left to chase after our sons and I. I was reborn. With power you could only dream about. But I knew with a face such as this I had to leave. I hid away until my savior came back for me along with his machine.

I fixed it and as a consolation prize be bought me to the future. And do you know what he showed me?" Everyone looked at each other with blank looks waiting for him to continue on. He looked directly into Rogue's eyes, "He showed me the world at your feet."

"At my feet?" Rogue asked.

Sinister smirked, "Oh yes at YOUR feet. You had become the most powerful mutant with him as one of your followers. This he would not allow so he went back in time a little to change things. He found twin sisters. One named Destiny and the other Fate.

As Fate lay dying in her bed Apocalypse cut a deal with the future seer. If she would take you in as a child then her sister could live, but she would be stripped of her powers allowing her to hear. Destiny quickly accepted.

At the time I knew little of how significant this would be. He told me as a child your hatred was born out of abusive mutant hating racist parents. So he spared you from that life sending you with Destiny and her lover Mystique. How does it feel to know that the reason you are you is because he made it so?"

I think I'm going to faint she looked at the others just as surprised as she was. How was she supposed to feel about this? She wanted to say he was lying, but she knew somehow that what he was saying is true.

"So ya work for Apocalypse?" She asked.

"No, once I did as he asked he simply left me to my own devices. I have waited centuries for this millennium where my genius would be appreciated."

"I am simply curious as to why you never mentioned all this before." Magneto cut in.

"She was the first to ask. Speaking of asking has any of you seen my lip stick?"

"Can I go home now?" She said in an impossibly small voice.

"Exactly how strong was she in the future?" Magneto asked ignoring her.

"Reaper, became her knew name. All that opposed were destroyed including the X-Men. The sky was red and on the highest manmade plateau above the world she lived to show the world her position over all who were beneath her."

She would never look at Remy in the same light again. At least all he did was steal things. In her future she embodied what Apocalypse was thought to be. Feeling the room spin she lay heavily on the door. The only comfort provided to her was the fact that he had changed her past and hopefully her future.

After trying to pry into the future for another hour without results Magneto personally saw to it that she made it home. She wished that Remy could accompany her. A hug would not go amiss with her mind set the way it is.

"You don't look well." Magneto started up conversation.

Holding her knees, "You care all of a sudden?"

"When I was your age if someone told me that I would turn into the man I am now I would had recommended the nearest mental institution to them."

"Is that supposed ta make me feel better?" Her voice missed its usual bite.

He slowed as the mansion came into view, "What I am trying to say is that there is a time when we must all realize our purpose. Right now you don't see it, but eventually you will. And when you do you will let nothing stop you from realizing it."

The moment they hit the ground she ran for the door opening it to land instantly in Logan's arms then she cried. She cried long past her friends trying to comfort her and she cried as she finally tucked into bed tonight vowing to never make real the future that Sinister told her about.

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[So ok I made up a lot of stuff there, but it's all a part of this story! This year aint supposed to be easy on her.]

Raven34link: Shhh krogerS copyright infringement and all and I don't know if NY has one or not and I think Rogue does in fact like the cuddling

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