A/N: ... and the author known as sweet-n-sassy928 was all like "I'm sorry guys. I'm kind of an idiot, and I wrote myself into a hole. So I've been waiting on some magical catharsis so that this chapter would be all epic and make sense... but now I'm kind of realizing there's nothing to it but to do it. Cheers to making it happen... I hope..."
Still don't own Evo.
"Three."
He blinked at her. Then he reached for Rogue's hand, her black satin glove smooth and right in his fingers.
"Consider it void." He said.
"What?" Bella squeaked like she was about to give herself an aneurism.
"I'm not going through with this."
A universal gasp, then the guests began to murmur. Jean Luc met eyes with the senior Bordeaux. The treaty, the partnership, the vast wealth the two would insure him- he could see it dissolving in front of him. Over the little mutant girlfriend. Time to run damage control. He hurried down the aisle to where Remy stood clutching her hand.
"Miss," he said, suppressing the rage expanding in him. "You're about to ruin an arrangement several years in the making."
"Uh, your arrangement sucks." Kitty said, raising her hand.
"This arrangement is Remy's duty," Jean Luc said, "And if you stop this wedding, you're going to cause his family- his real family- a world of grief."
Jean Luc glared at her, then stared down at Rogue, expecting her to fold. Rather she kept her chin up and her green eyes narrowed in a display of threatened but undaunted defiance.
"Now I suggest you go home, before you cause any more damage."
"No." She said, before he could turn around.
He grabbed her by the wrist, ready to hiss out a threat. Remy drew an ace of hearts out of his jacked pocket. It glowed in a threatening hot pink.
"Don't touch her."
They stared each other down. But, unknown to them in the midst of their tension, Bella's grandfather stood amidst the congregants. He cleared his throat, so that all the eyes in the room fell on him.
"It appears... you are backing out of our arrangement, LeBeau."
"Now, let's not be too hasty," Jean Luc raised a flat palm, still hoping to smooth this mess over.
"You know how we feel about being double crossed."
"Bordeaux." Jean Luc's eyes narrowed.
In an instant, the elderly man took a throwing knife from his belt and hurled it in a silver spinning blur. Kitty barely caught hold of Jean Luc in time to make sure the weapon phased through. An unbelieving look on his face, he stared at her.
"Don't mention it," Kitty muttered.
As the knife wiggled in the heavy wooden doors, the Assassins Guild's side of the aisle brandished a variety of weapons from dresses and purses and pockets. At which point the Thieves pulled out theirs.
And Remy sighed. He'd sincerely hoped to avoid this. But once the weapons were brandished...
Chug! Another silvery knife plunged into the heavy wooden door as Jean Luc dropped to the floor. And a battle broke out like a disease in the large Catholic church.
"You're nothing but a snake Bordeaux."
"And so the pot calls the kettle black."
Meanwhile, Remy set off a series of well-aimed charged cards at the projectiles fanning in his direction, while Rogue used her best 'Logan based maneuvers' to fend off an elderly woman with burgundy hair (let it be said, she was spry for someone of such advanced years). Those danger room sessions were actually useful.
"Don't bother deflecting those bullets," Rogue said, a stormy scowl descending on her face. "I'm just going to kill you when we're done here."
He winced. He probably deserved that... and she had her serious face... so his wedding and funeral were likely to occur within the span of a few days.
"Chere."
"Do not chere me." She said, somersaulting to the floor as an arrow spun over her head. Arrows? Really? Where did they even put those things? "How could you?"
"Rogue," he said. "I wasn't going to go through with it."
She took the moment to scoff with irritated disbelief.
"I wasn't," he said. "If you didn't show up when you did, Julien was supposed to object."
"What?" she snapped.
"Julien," Remy pulled out his staff, hitting an upcoming assassin on both sides of the head. "Bella's brother. We made an agreement of our own." Remy paused, taking in a breath. "He doesn't like me much. He was going to stop the wedding."
She gritted her teeth and kept up the evasive maneuvers.
"Come on Rogue. You can't honestly think I would have gone through with this."
"You wrote that letter!" She snapped, reaching over and punching him in the side. He grunted... probably deserved that.
"Couldn't let anyone suspect," he said. "Not even you."
His eyes caught hers, just for a slight second. And it almost made her more mad that she could tell he wasn't lying.
"I'm still angry at you." She said.
And she hit him again.
He probably deserved that too.
"Forgive me?"
She didn't respond.
But then, she had just been blindsided by a ratchet blond in a tacky wedding dress.
Belladonna had her arms wrapped around Rogue's neck from behind. Using Bella's arm as leverage, Rogue flipped the little swamp witch over her head, so that Bell landed on the butt of her hideous skirt.
"You are ruining my wedding!" She squealed as Rogue pinned her to the floor.
"Nothing can ruin that tacky thing" Rogue hissed as Bella attempted to slap at her face. Assassin though she was, she was too enraged to use real combat skill at the moment, resorting to adrenaline induced cat fight moves.
But Rogue, still holding her wits, used an OLT (old Logan trick) and punched her with just enough force over the head to make her pass out. And yes, that felt good.
However, in case you were wondering, it is never good to wage war with a group of highly trained assassins. Which is why the thieves had begun to file out the church exits.
"You'll get what's coming your way, Bordeaux." Jean Luc called as he approached the double doors.
"You've by no means seen the last of us either, LeBeau."
And Remy shook his head, taking Rogue by the elbow and following Kitty out onto the street.