See Evil, Hear Evil, Touch Evil

by KiraLocket96

Romy - An accident leaves Rogue blind with no Wolverine around to heal her. Newly joined Gambit is made to help Rogue, but she doesn't want Gambit's or anyone's help even though she needs it. However, Gambit comes with his own troubles; question is what? Gambit and Rogue don't know they need each others help, but with problems between them and on the horizon will they survive?

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

There was a high pressured sound, but hardly any noise was heard. Not for him. The silence that followed swiftly afterwards was deathly quiet as time slowed down. The sound of that one pounding, heart beat in his chest made feel Gambit sick.

The impact of his back crashing against the concreate floor seemed like nothing to him. His mind was too distracted with just the one thought. Fear of death.

But as he did hit the floor and the eight stone weight of her body feel on top of him, knocking the air out of his lungs, his thoughts shifted. He was not sure how long he lay there blankly for time didn't seem to make sense. Gambit finally looked down to the body lay on top of his, seeing only her wildly messy hair. He felt first the warm sticky substance drip thickly onto his finger tips that were missing their fingertip covers. Then felt little trembles from her body that must have been from the shock.

Gambit sat up slowly, wrapping his arms around the girl who had taken the bullet for him in her midsection. He tried to barely touch her or putting any pressure on her as he was too scared to touch her and hurt her. As he did sit up and her body came up with his, her limp body started to fall sideways, off of his body. Gambit helped guide her down to the floor, trying gently to put her down and turn her around onto her back. He wished he hadn't.

Her face was all crushed up as she winced silently at the pain. Or maybe she was making a noise and he just couldn't hear her. Nothing seemed to be making any noise around him. That's when he looked up and around after something in his subconscious made him re-aware of the danger around them.

"You're just like 'im." Said the shooter. Gambit looked directly up to the balled man with dark bags under his eyes and a frown set so deeply on his face that the wrinkles surrounding it made it seem that he was born that way. "You used 'er just like he used you. Just like he used me."

Gambit looked away from the man's hard eyes, not able to keep the gaze with him. But the alternative of looking down at her crushed up face with tears staining her face and now verbal gasps leaving her body wasn't much better. "I may have shot 'er Remy, but your de one that made 'er a long time dead. Now," The gun in the shooter's hand's clicked as he readied another bullet. "Your turn."