A Steel Magnolia's Guide to Mutation
Chapter 7
Authors note: Hi, it's me again, but updating much, much earlier than what I planned. I hope you're happy Miss Debby!
"Oh, hi Magneto," Rogue greeted dryly. The man in the hovering aircraft looked slightly taken back by her response.
"What, no screaming for help? No fleeing from me like a frightened rabbit?"
"Do your worse."
Magneto motioned to the unseen pilot, and the craft landed softly onto the road. Rogue quickly backed into the ditch, to avoid imminent squishing. The old man walked over to Rogue, gazing down threateningly at her.
"You don't even have the common sense to be scared."
"Obviously not, so whatever diabolical scheme that includes me and my powers being of use to you, please get it over with."
"You're a conceited little girl. Why on earth would I make the same mistake twice? Mystique just pointed out a young person walking all by her lonesome on this cold night, and suggested we give him or her a lift home. You obviously are not headed home, are you Rogue?"
Rogue bristled at his assumption.
"Not that it's any of your damn business, but no, I'm not headed home, and no, I don't want to talk about it. Least of all to someone who tried to kill me."
"You're still hung up about that old mess?" Magneto chuckled.
"It's not funny! And pardon me if I can't forgive something as little as that."
"This is foolish, Rogue. You're going to freeze to death out here in that silly little hat, get in, and I'll take you back to my humble abode."
"No thank you, and let's not get started on silly hats!"
"Oh come now, I'm just offering you hospitality. A nice warm room for the night perhaps...or maybe some decently brewed tea, after that I will send you on your vagrant way, and I won't breathe a word of it to Charles."
"No evil plots? Because if this is an evil plot, and I find out about it, they'll be able to hear me screaming in New Jersey."
"I give you my word. Unless you'd rather brave the wilderness, and the blistering cold." His words made Rogue realize just how freezing she was.
"Okay, but no funny business. Just tea, and a warm place to crash for the night, got it?"
"Of course."
Not surprisingly, once situated inside the aircraft, Magneto wrapped a blindfold over her eyes and around her head.
"Just a precautionary step, my dear, you understand."
"It's useless, I don't even know where I am now, and so I wouldn't be able to help the Professor hunt you down."
"Exactly. Still, keep the blindfold on."
About two hours later, Rogue was led from the aircraft, still blindfolded, into a building of sorts. She was seen safely down a rather long flight of stairs until finally...
"Wow, I was expecting..."
"A damp dank lair made of stone? That worked for a while, but Mystique wanted to give our new place a woman's touch."
Rogue would later describe Magneto's lair to her friends as something out of an ad for "Pier 1 Imports". Soft inviting colors, a nice white plush carpet, and black leather furniture near a blazing fireplace. Rogue suddenly heard her name being called:
"Rogue! Hey, how're you doing?" She turned towards the voice to see a smirking John. She could hardly contain her glee at seeing him again.
"Pretty shitty Allerdyce, how are they treating you here?"
"I can't complain. I get super-Nintendo and HBO in my room, plus there's no scrambled porn...here I get to watch it unscrambled, on a big screen, with surround sound!"
"Wow. Impressive."
"John, why don't you go and brew our guest some tea?" Magneto requested.
"Gross...yeah, yeah, I'm going. By the way, Mystique ate all the Haagen-Dazs."
"Take it up with her then."
"Whatever."
Rogue sat on one of Magneto's large leather couches; he was seated on an easy chair across from her. It was one of the most uncomfortable silences she had ever participated in, but it was the best tea she had ever tasted.
"You train him good," she finally commented in between sips.
"What's that?"
"John. He can brew some pretty good tea. Last time I saw him even his kool-aid making skills were off."
"Yes, well, he can be taught."
Another lengthy silence.
"So...ummm...you're not kidnapping me then?"
"No, definitely not."
"Oh."
The sounds of sipping filled the air...along with more silence.
"I'm tired."
"Well, I'd imagine so. Let me get you some blankets...is there any place you'd like me to drop you off tomorrow morning?"
"A bus station. But let's try to keep it low key, an actual car would be a good way to transport me there."
"Of course. I'll see to it that Mystique drops you off first thing in the morning, which is in...three hours."
"Okay, goodnight then, Magneto."
"Good night, Rogue."
It wasn't until Rogue had just started drifting to sleep when she realized how very odd this whole conversation had been. She then thought that it was a good thing that she didn't start asking romantic advice from her worst enemy.
End of Chapter
Chapter 7
Authors note: Hi, it's me again, but updating much, much earlier than what I planned. I hope you're happy Miss Debby!
"Oh, hi Magneto," Rogue greeted dryly. The man in the hovering aircraft looked slightly taken back by her response.
"What, no screaming for help? No fleeing from me like a frightened rabbit?"
"Do your worse."
Magneto motioned to the unseen pilot, and the craft landed softly onto the road. Rogue quickly backed into the ditch, to avoid imminent squishing. The old man walked over to Rogue, gazing down threateningly at her.
"You don't even have the common sense to be scared."
"Obviously not, so whatever diabolical scheme that includes me and my powers being of use to you, please get it over with."
"You're a conceited little girl. Why on earth would I make the same mistake twice? Mystique just pointed out a young person walking all by her lonesome on this cold night, and suggested we give him or her a lift home. You obviously are not headed home, are you Rogue?"
Rogue bristled at his assumption.
"Not that it's any of your damn business, but no, I'm not headed home, and no, I don't want to talk about it. Least of all to someone who tried to kill me."
"You're still hung up about that old mess?" Magneto chuckled.
"It's not funny! And pardon me if I can't forgive something as little as that."
"This is foolish, Rogue. You're going to freeze to death out here in that silly little hat, get in, and I'll take you back to my humble abode."
"No thank you, and let's not get started on silly hats!"
"Oh come now, I'm just offering you hospitality. A nice warm room for the night perhaps...or maybe some decently brewed tea, after that I will send you on your vagrant way, and I won't breathe a word of it to Charles."
"No evil plots? Because if this is an evil plot, and I find out about it, they'll be able to hear me screaming in New Jersey."
"I give you my word. Unless you'd rather brave the wilderness, and the blistering cold." His words made Rogue realize just how freezing she was.
"Okay, but no funny business. Just tea, and a warm place to crash for the night, got it?"
"Of course."
Not surprisingly, once situated inside the aircraft, Magneto wrapped a blindfold over her eyes and around her head.
"Just a precautionary step, my dear, you understand."
"It's useless, I don't even know where I am now, and so I wouldn't be able to help the Professor hunt you down."
"Exactly. Still, keep the blindfold on."
About two hours later, Rogue was led from the aircraft, still blindfolded, into a building of sorts. She was seen safely down a rather long flight of stairs until finally...
"Wow, I was expecting..."
"A damp dank lair made of stone? That worked for a while, but Mystique wanted to give our new place a woman's touch."
Rogue would later describe Magneto's lair to her friends as something out of an ad for "Pier 1 Imports". Soft inviting colors, a nice white plush carpet, and black leather furniture near a blazing fireplace. Rogue suddenly heard her name being called:
"Rogue! Hey, how're you doing?" She turned towards the voice to see a smirking John. She could hardly contain her glee at seeing him again.
"Pretty shitty Allerdyce, how are they treating you here?"
"I can't complain. I get super-Nintendo and HBO in my room, plus there's no scrambled porn...here I get to watch it unscrambled, on a big screen, with surround sound!"
"Wow. Impressive."
"John, why don't you go and brew our guest some tea?" Magneto requested.
"Gross...yeah, yeah, I'm going. By the way, Mystique ate all the Haagen-Dazs."
"Take it up with her then."
"Whatever."
Rogue sat on one of Magneto's large leather couches; he was seated on an easy chair across from her. It was one of the most uncomfortable silences she had ever participated in, but it was the best tea she had ever tasted.
"You train him good," she finally commented in between sips.
"What's that?"
"John. He can brew some pretty good tea. Last time I saw him even his kool-aid making skills were off."
"Yes, well, he can be taught."
Another lengthy silence.
"So...ummm...you're not kidnapping me then?"
"No, definitely not."
"Oh."
The sounds of sipping filled the air...along with more silence.
"I'm tired."
"Well, I'd imagine so. Let me get you some blankets...is there any place you'd like me to drop you off tomorrow morning?"
"A bus station. But let's try to keep it low key, an actual car would be a good way to transport me there."
"Of course. I'll see to it that Mystique drops you off first thing in the morning, which is in...three hours."
"Okay, goodnight then, Magneto."
"Good night, Rogue."
It wasn't until Rogue had just started drifting to sleep when she realized how very odd this whole conversation had been. She then thought that it was a good thing that she didn't start asking romantic advice from her worst enemy.
End of Chapter