Alright, ladies an' germs, I've wrote 3 one-shots and I'd appreciate it if you'd review them. And my other one-shots. Sorry I haven't uploaded alot, stupid school and homework!
Rogue was usually a very calm person. But Remy's behavior has scared her. Apparently he had a voice in his head and was answering it. Who...happened to be female.
He was currently arguing with the voice.
"I tol' y' I can' go t' de Comic Con wit' y'...NO! Fo' de las' time I ain't goin' ta some nerd fest, den get ran ova by fan girls, an' have people gauk at y'! Yes, it is a nerd fest! ...What do y' mean I'll suffer de concequences...What do y' mean shut up? What do y' mean I'm makin' yer threat less threatin'? What do y' mean dat I'm startin' to sound like Deadpool? What's dat supposed t' mean? What do y' mean stop repeatin' everyt'in' y' say? GASP! Dere's no reason fo' y' t' say dose kinds o' t'in's! Dem's hurtin' words! Dats it, I ain't joinin' y' t' de waffle social after dis is ova!"
Remy turned and pouted to no one.
See why she was concerned now? Yeah... Maybe after all this was over...or if it ever ended...she should get him to therapist.
Remy gasped and looked shocked at Rogue.
"What?"
"I know wha' y' were t'inkin'! An' 1) I'm perfectly sane...stop laughin', WC...2) I ain't lettin' no rapist near me!"
"What? Ah didn't even think of a rapist!"
"Helloooo! Therapist. The rapist. Therapy. The rapee."
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"And who told yah this?" Wrong mistake.
"Well WC's friends told her."
"Who's WC?"
"Ummmm...No one! Shhh! Be quiet! Shut up, woman!" Suddenly he whimpered. "Not de dress again! Fine y' win!"
Rogue looked at him again. She was kinda scared.
"Don' worry 'bout it, chere, I'm jus' a li'l stressed an' I have...um, a mental link wit' a friend..." Remy lied, but thankfully Rogue wasn't aware it was a lie.
"If yah have a link wit' dis friend than why are we still here? Why haven't they tried ta bust us out?" Rogue asked.
"Um...Beca-a-a-ause...We don' even know where we are, so I can' exactly tell 'er where we are." Remy said quickly.
Her. As in girl. As in female. As in Rogue was totally going to find out who the heck she was, where she lived, what school she went to, where she worked(if she did), and kill her. And her cat! Or dog...Or fish...Or whatever the heck this chick's pet was! She wanted her to suffer!
But she wasn't jealous!
"Rogue, y' ok?" Remy asked her.
She snapped out of her plans of premeditated murder. "Um, yeah!" Then a thought came across her brain. "Why haven't yah jus' charged the wall?"
"Dat's a good question. Why haven't I?"
Remy looked up and waited for an answer. "What do y' mean our powers don' work here!" He grabbed a card and charged it. More like tried to charge it.
It fizzeled. He looked shocked at Rogue, then smirked.
"Um...So, Rogue...Y' powahs work?"
She took off her gloves and her hand went towards Remy. He didn't even flinch. She touched him and let go of the breath she didn't know she'd been holding in.
Just as she was about to say something, there was a knock.
"Yeah?" Rogue called out.
"Juggy says you have to wear this dress and be down for dinner." Wade put an ugly pink dress through the slot.
"Ah am not wearin' that." She told him. She could hear his smirk.
"That's alright, because he said you'd go there either in this or naked."
She glared and snatched the dress. God, she hated this place.
"Turn around, Gambit." She told him, but he was already turned around.
"I wouldn't look at y' naked unless it were an accident or y' said I could." He stated.
"An accident, as in...You finding out my shower schedule and 'accidently' walking in the bathroom?" She suggested. His face got hot.
"Ummmm...J-jus' get dressed, woman!"
"Don' woman meh!"
Wade coughed loudly, kinda hackin' something up in the process. "Sorry to interupt this lovers quarrel, but Juggy gets kinda testy when he gets impatient."
Rogue growled. She hurried up and put on the ugly dress and knocked on the door. "Open it!" She yelled.
She went outside and Remy tried to go, but Wade stopped him. "Sorry, dude, but he only wants her."
Remy pouted and then glared.
"Make sure not'in' 'appens t' her, Wade." Remy told him a very dangerously low voice. Wade gulped and nodded.
She didn't know why, but Rogue was suddenly had the urge to swoon. But she was too proud to do this or ever admit it.
She walked away with Wade and saw a small table and some food on it. The food looked...edible but, kinda alive...Well, not as alive as the school's cafeteria mystery meat. The mystery was how they haven't gotten sued yet.
Juggs was there. He looked at her. "Sit." He barked.
She kept a strong face as she did so. "Eat." He barked. She ate. She was really scared but she couldn't show it.
"So, you know why you and your boyfriend-"
"He ain't mah boyfriend."Rogue interupted.
"-Are here. Well, if you don't, I'll put it simply. I'll torture you and then kill you both."
Rogue's eyes went wide. Her heart started pounding as he yelled at Wade.
"Wade! Strap jacket! Now!" He barked. Wade yelped and did as he was told.
"Sorry, Roguey." He said as he put on the strap jacket on her.
Juggs got up and walked slowly to her. He smacked her so hard, she almost cried. Then he smacked her again and again and again. You'd think with Joseph, she'd be used to it. Then he punched her. Hard.
She wailed out in pain. She had never felt so hopeless in her life more than she did in that moment.
Suddenly, Remy came in the room, somehow have gotten out of the cell room. Juggy stopped beating Rogue momentarilly.
He grabbed Wade and strangled him.
"I t'ough' dat I made it clear dat if he tried to hurt her stop him!" He screamed.
"Yeah, but look at him! He's frickin' scary!" Wade whimpered.
Remy sighed and looked up. "Powers please... I asked nicely! Oh, c'mon! Gimme a break! Why are y' so grouchy t'day!...Geez, didn' need t' bite m' head off. But, powers please. 'No'? Ugh! Woman's scorn is always worse on dat mont'!"
He threw up his arms and puched Juggy's skull. He grabbed his hand and hissed in pain. Hehe, hard head.
"Hard head." Remy said.
Juggy let go of Rogue and went towards Remy. Rogue started to get nervous, but suddenly, the wall broke.
"WHY IS EVERYTHING HAPPENING RANDOMLY!" Rogue demanded.
There, standing in the debris, was some chick Rogue had never seen. She had her hair style, even cut. And an army coat on with Deadpool buttons, ripped jeans, batman shoes, and an Adventure Time shirt on.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing long, black fingerless gloves with a blue bracelet on each wrist. She had a iron skillet in her hand.
She glared at Remy and Wade who were arguing. And death glared at Juggy, who had stopped.
"Do I have to do everything for you two?" She groaned.
She walked over to a confuzzled Juggy and hit him hard with the skillet, knocking him out.
She glared at Deadpool. "I thought I told you to help them. To rescue them. The whole plot of this story was supposed to lead up to this moment, with many chapters of them escaping with your help. But noooooo...You were too chicken!" She said dangerously calm.
Remy smiled and walked over to her. "Ah, WC, I see y' got a haircut...Looks nice."
The girl glared. "Shut up. I'm not in the mood to deal with this, Remy."
Wade jumped on her, to where she was holding him bridal style.
"WC! I MISSED YOU!"Wade yelled before she let him go.
"Who is this?" Rogue asked.
"Oh, dis is WC. Rogue, WC, WC-"
WC cut him off. "Yeah I know who she is. I wrote the frickin' story didn't I?"
"Meow. Someone's grouchy." Wade said.
She hit him with the skillet and glared as he fell. "Remy's got somet'in' dat I t'ink y'll like, chere."
Rogue's eye twitched. He always called her chere. She pouted.
WC studied him carefully. "What?"
Remy held out chocolate. Her eyes lit up. "OMG! I LOVE YOU!" She hugged Remy and ate her chocolate.
"Can I have some?" Wade asked groggily.
"No. Hush you, I'm still mad."She stated firmly.
"So, when do we go home?" Rogue asked.
WC stopped in mid chew and thought for a moment then smirked.
"Follow me." She held out her hand and screamed. "MAGIC AUTHOR POWERS GO!" And a beautiful black and red stripped 1968 chevy camereo popped out of nowhere.
"Hop in." She comanded and the boys got in. She went to Juggy's unconsious body and shook her head.
"Stupid boy." She dragged him and duct taped him to the wall. She doodled on his face and took a snap shot. She dialed the CIA and told them where to find him.
WC then went to Rogue and cut untied the strap jacket. Rogue used it as a jacket and hopped in the car, sitting next to her.
"Yah do know how ta drive, raght?" Rogue asked.
WC looked away. "Maybe...MAGIC AUTHOR POWERS GO...AGAIN!" she yelled and her permit was in hand.
"Ok, now we're good to go."
She floored the gas and went fast as Pietro. Kitty didn't have anything on the driving of this isane girl.
I think I got an obsession over strap jackets or something. So far they've been in 3 of my stories. Should I be worried? Well, I finally uploaded. You can stop mourning me, I ain't dead. So reveiw. I know ya wanna. Just press that li'l button right below this text and type "Great job, WC. Can't wait to read the next chappie. Oh, and I read all of your other stories and one-shots and thought they were awesome. In fact I think I'm gonna reveiw them now."