::Authors notes: Hey all! Here is chapter 8 finally! Some surprises and
disappointments in this chapter. Plus we meet some newly awaited characters
from the X-MEN comic! Anyways here it is! R/R please! ::
::Disclaimer: Hehehe All mutants and their lovers *me* belong to Marvel..
::lucky little poopy-heads::
The passing of the laws 8
---
There is no way that can be Rogue. Rogue is dead and I am chasing after
her body. Logan slowed his bike down and pulled over to the side of the road
heart racing and breathing rapidly. He has waited for this moment since he
first learned that he had lost her. He just wanted to scoop her into his arms
and let the tears flow from his eyes onto her cheeks, and let him feel her warm,
innocent body pressed against his. What he wouldn't give to carry her to her
room and watch her as she fell asleep. The world seemed to stop revolving as
time stopped the moment he saw her on the ground begging for the pain to go
away. He couldn't bare the thought of her in pain. He knew about all the voices
that must be running through her head. He looked down to her hands and
realized that they were un-gloved. He couldn't imagine how hard it's been on
her running on the streets with no gloves to protect her from human contact.
Logan stepped off his bike and put the kickstand down and stood by the bikes
side staring into this girl's eyes. Her scent was covered with the smell of blood,
fear, and sweat. "Logan? Is that?. Is that you sugah?" Rogue blinked her eyes
rapidly trying to make out a face. "Marie." Logan whispered her name into
the darkness. "OH LOGAN!" Rogue jumped up off the ground and ran into
the arms of the animal she so loved. "How did you find me!?" So many
questions came through her mouth at once that he didn't have time to respond
to all of them. As he looked down into her eyes while pulling her away from
his embrace, he sensed that something wasn't right. This wasn't her embrace
or her touch. Logan reached down to her bare hands and grasped it into his
own. Nothing. There was no energy pull coming from her. Which meant this
was not Rogue…
---
"Hey sweetie! You looking to make some money tonight baby?" Rogue turned
around to see a man calling out to her as if she was some prostitute. With the
way she looked right then, she could have passed for one easily. Her clothes
had been stained with blood so she needed knew ones. Everyday she would find
a store that sold clothes on racks outside and take a few here and there and run
away before anyone could even realize what she had done. Unfortunately for
Rogue, the only types of clothes she could grab were low-cut, belly shirts, and
tight, hip-hugger jeans.
Running away from the new laws and cops wasn't exactly easy. Everyone
could tell she was a mutant just by her reactions when they extended a hand to
help, or take advantage of. News traveled quickly when it came to the mutant
issue in the new "government." Rogue had been sleeping on park benches and
anywhere else she could, trying to stay away from Magneto, and the cops.
She caught a few news broadcasts through the TV's in the glass windows.
Tonight's news struck her in the heart.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you updates on the new laws pertaining
to the mutant issue sweeping the nation. The U.S. Senate has added to the
list of mutant registration and have now confirmed three hundred mutants
living in our country. We were able to catch up to these mutants as they were
being taken to the local prison because of refusal to register. Cathy chow has
the story.
Thank you mark. Professor Xavier, owner of the school for gifted youngsters
in Westchester New York, declined to register today when troopers invaded the
school for the third time this month. Along with Professor Xavier, Jean Gray,
Scott Summers, and Ororo Munroe were also taken to be executed for fighting
the registration law."
Rogue stepped back in horror with her mouth gapped open at what came next.
"This photo is of a girl named Rogue was found in Xavier's office. She is very
deadly mutant and the police are looking for her and this man."
The reporter held up a picture of Logan. From then on she lost everything the
women had been talking about. If they were looking for Logan, then that
meant that he was alive. Rogue took her gaze off the screens and looked
around to see dozens of people whispering and pointing at her.
"A little helps maybe Chere?" Rogue turned around to see a tall man standing
behind her with his hand on her shoulder. She new he was a mutant before he
said anything. His red eyes gave him away. "Yah. That might be a good idea."
Rogue looked at the man who was now smiling at her. "Follow me den Chere."
A Cajun. Who would have thunk it? Rogue and the stranger walked
away through the crowd. Every person standing there parted like the red sea to
avoid contact with the mutants.
---
Logan pushed this stranger who he thought was Rogue to the ground.
"You aren't Rogue you little bitch." Logan lit a cigar and puffed on it while
staring down at the women who was now smiling through closed eyes and
closed lips. "I should have known you would figure it out." Rogue's innocent
body shifted into Mystique's and rose to her feet. "What the hell do you want
with her? She is just a kid." Logan was angry now and yelling at her. His
claws extended and he spit the cigar into the freshly fallen snow. "That Kid is
the one who ruined Magneto's plan. Now he wants to see her dead." Logan's
jumped onto Mystique letting out a growl that came from the bottom of his
chest. "YOU BITCH! I AM THE ONE THAT DESTROYED THAT MACHINE
NOT ROGUE!" Mystique began to laugh to herself. That laugh turned his
blood cold and made him shudder. "You may have stopped them, but Rogue's
duty wasn't finished yet. Magneto will make sure it is. Oh by the way. Have
you seen her lately?" Logan looked down at Mystiques smile and lifted his
eyebrow. "What do you mean have I seen her? Isn't she being held by you?"
Mystique let out that laugh again and flew up from underneath Logan. "My
dear boy! She ran away from us a month ago with no gloves, a tank top and
shorts! She's probably dead by now! Tata!" With that, she was gone.
Logan fell to his knees unable to breath. His breath caught in his lungs as his
body began to numb. The thought of his Marie lying in the snow somewhere
made him sick. He couldn't fight back the pain any longer. His heart wrenched
for her, his arms yearned to hold her, and his eyes longed to see her beautiful
face starting back at his. What the fuck is this? Logan picked up an
article of clothing lying under the three feet of snow. He held it to his nose
and caught her scent. Those clothes had just been worn a day ago. He was hot
on her trail now and he new she was alive. He jumped back onto the bike and
went to the nearest pay phone he could find…
So what do you think?
disappointments in this chapter. Plus we meet some newly awaited characters
from the X-MEN comic! Anyways here it is! R/R please! ::
::Disclaimer: Hehehe All mutants and their lovers *me* belong to Marvel..
::lucky little poopy-heads::
The passing of the laws 8
---
There is no way that can be Rogue. Rogue is dead and I am chasing after
her body. Logan slowed his bike down and pulled over to the side of the road
heart racing and breathing rapidly. He has waited for this moment since he
first learned that he had lost her. He just wanted to scoop her into his arms
and let the tears flow from his eyes onto her cheeks, and let him feel her warm,
innocent body pressed against his. What he wouldn't give to carry her to her
room and watch her as she fell asleep. The world seemed to stop revolving as
time stopped the moment he saw her on the ground begging for the pain to go
away. He couldn't bare the thought of her in pain. He knew about all the voices
that must be running through her head. He looked down to her hands and
realized that they were un-gloved. He couldn't imagine how hard it's been on
her running on the streets with no gloves to protect her from human contact.
Logan stepped off his bike and put the kickstand down and stood by the bikes
side staring into this girl's eyes. Her scent was covered with the smell of blood,
fear, and sweat. "Logan? Is that?. Is that you sugah?" Rogue blinked her eyes
rapidly trying to make out a face. "Marie." Logan whispered her name into
the darkness. "OH LOGAN!" Rogue jumped up off the ground and ran into
the arms of the animal she so loved. "How did you find me!?" So many
questions came through her mouth at once that he didn't have time to respond
to all of them. As he looked down into her eyes while pulling her away from
his embrace, he sensed that something wasn't right. This wasn't her embrace
or her touch. Logan reached down to her bare hands and grasped it into his
own. Nothing. There was no energy pull coming from her. Which meant this
was not Rogue…
---
"Hey sweetie! You looking to make some money tonight baby?" Rogue turned
around to see a man calling out to her as if she was some prostitute. With the
way she looked right then, she could have passed for one easily. Her clothes
had been stained with blood so she needed knew ones. Everyday she would find
a store that sold clothes on racks outside and take a few here and there and run
away before anyone could even realize what she had done. Unfortunately for
Rogue, the only types of clothes she could grab were low-cut, belly shirts, and
tight, hip-hugger jeans.
Running away from the new laws and cops wasn't exactly easy. Everyone
could tell she was a mutant just by her reactions when they extended a hand to
help, or take advantage of. News traveled quickly when it came to the mutant
issue in the new "government." Rogue had been sleeping on park benches and
anywhere else she could, trying to stay away from Magneto, and the cops.
She caught a few news broadcasts through the TV's in the glass windows.
Tonight's news struck her in the heart.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you updates on the new laws pertaining
to the mutant issue sweeping the nation. The U.S. Senate has added to the
list of mutant registration and have now confirmed three hundred mutants
living in our country. We were able to catch up to these mutants as they were
being taken to the local prison because of refusal to register. Cathy chow has
the story.
Thank you mark. Professor Xavier, owner of the school for gifted youngsters
in Westchester New York, declined to register today when troopers invaded the
school for the third time this month. Along with Professor Xavier, Jean Gray,
Scott Summers, and Ororo Munroe were also taken to be executed for fighting
the registration law."
Rogue stepped back in horror with her mouth gapped open at what came next.
"This photo is of a girl named Rogue was found in Xavier's office. She is very
deadly mutant and the police are looking for her and this man."
The reporter held up a picture of Logan. From then on she lost everything the
women had been talking about. If they were looking for Logan, then that
meant that he was alive. Rogue took her gaze off the screens and looked
around to see dozens of people whispering and pointing at her.
"A little helps maybe Chere?" Rogue turned around to see a tall man standing
behind her with his hand on her shoulder. She new he was a mutant before he
said anything. His red eyes gave him away. "Yah. That might be a good idea."
Rogue looked at the man who was now smiling at her. "Follow me den Chere."
A Cajun. Who would have thunk it? Rogue and the stranger walked
away through the crowd. Every person standing there parted like the red sea to
avoid contact with the mutants.
---
Logan pushed this stranger who he thought was Rogue to the ground.
"You aren't Rogue you little bitch." Logan lit a cigar and puffed on it while
staring down at the women who was now smiling through closed eyes and
closed lips. "I should have known you would figure it out." Rogue's innocent
body shifted into Mystique's and rose to her feet. "What the hell do you want
with her? She is just a kid." Logan was angry now and yelling at her. His
claws extended and he spit the cigar into the freshly fallen snow. "That Kid is
the one who ruined Magneto's plan. Now he wants to see her dead." Logan's
jumped onto Mystique letting out a growl that came from the bottom of his
chest. "YOU BITCH! I AM THE ONE THAT DESTROYED THAT MACHINE
NOT ROGUE!" Mystique began to laugh to herself. That laugh turned his
blood cold and made him shudder. "You may have stopped them, but Rogue's
duty wasn't finished yet. Magneto will make sure it is. Oh by the way. Have
you seen her lately?" Logan looked down at Mystiques smile and lifted his
eyebrow. "What do you mean have I seen her? Isn't she being held by you?"
Mystique let out that laugh again and flew up from underneath Logan. "My
dear boy! She ran away from us a month ago with no gloves, a tank top and
shorts! She's probably dead by now! Tata!" With that, she was gone.
Logan fell to his knees unable to breath. His breath caught in his lungs as his
body began to numb. The thought of his Marie lying in the snow somewhere
made him sick. He couldn't fight back the pain any longer. His heart wrenched
for her, his arms yearned to hold her, and his eyes longed to see her beautiful
face starting back at his. What the fuck is this? Logan picked up an
article of clothing lying under the three feet of snow. He held it to his nose
and caught her scent. Those clothes had just been worn a day ago. He was hot
on her trail now and he new she was alive. He jumped back onto the bike and
went to the nearest pay phone he could find…
So what do you think?
