Cajun Secrets
~*~*~Disclaimer: They're Marvel's, not mine, blah blah blah, you know the drill. Since italics don't seem to show up on fanfiction.net, things in ~blah blah~ are thoughts and capitalized words are emphasized. I have eighteen stories in my head right now, so please if it takes a while for this series to get out, I'm sorry. You'd think I had no life. Oh wait.
1 Chapter 2
Rogue woke up hungry and cursing Cajun accents. Sounds came from the kitchen below. She dragged herself out of bed, tilting up her alarm clock to see what time it was. The glowing red numbers showed 8:30AM .
"Oh shit!!!" Rogue screamed. She shoved on some decent clothes and raced downstairs to grab a donut or something before school, which, incidentally, started in fifteen minutes.
Logan was sitting at the table, calmly drinking. whatever he was drinking. "Ferget it was Saturday again, Rogue?"
She skidded to a halt in front of the refrigerator. "It's... Saturday?"
"Yup."
"Dammit."
"Don't swear," Logan said. Kitty phased through the wall, holding hands with Kurt. "Where'd this come from?"
"What do you mean?" Kitty said as nonchalantly as possible. Kurt smiled like he was in heaven.
"Well, if'n ya'll don't need me..." Kitty, Kurt, and Logan ignored her. Rogue grabbed her donut and headed into the hallway to go back to sleep.
"Act'lly, Remy was lookin' f'r y', chere."
"Ya' again?! Ah thought Ah told ya' ta' leave me alone!"
"Nobody know dat better'n Remy, but dat Professor tol' Remy t' fin' y' an' tell y' dat dere's a Danger Room practice in half an hour," Remy said.
"Oh. Alright. Are the others comin'?" Rogue asked. She noticed his sunglasses were still on, even inside. "What's with the glasses? Ya' got a power like Scott's?"
Remy snorted. "Like dat homme? Don' bet on it."
"Then show me yer eyes."
"Non. Remy. Remy gotta go fin' de ot'ers." With that, he walked into the kitchen, leaving Rogue standing outside and wondering about his eyes.
The planet was dark and desolate. Pitch-blackness surrounded them and the only indication of life was the slow and steady sound of Rogue's beating heart. A brush of wind grazed her cheek. She whirled and punched in the direction, fist connecting with a bat-like shape, tough and leathery. It clung to her gloved wrist, shrieking and clawing. Rogue gasped. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and held it still. A rectangle or glowing light struck the bat-thing and it shrieked one last time and dropped. Rogue's hand was loosed and she heard," Y' alrigh', chere?"
~Oh, it's HIM~ she thought, irritated. "Oh, go away."
"Dat ain't a very nice t'ing t' say, ma p'tite ((OOC: Thanks A- Dawg!!!!))."
"Yeah, well, Ah mean it." Another bat-thing flew at her and he heard Jean scream and Scott yell angrily.
"T'ink we should 'elp 'em, chere?"
"What's this WE thing? And no, they can handle it. Ah'm BUSY."
All of a sudden, the inhuman shrieks ended and the lights flashed back on. Across the room, Cyclops was dropping his hands from Jean's face. Apparently she had been attacked there. ~Or not.~ Kitty and Evan were huddled in a corner. Kurt was halfway across the room, heading for Evan, his yellow eyes glowing murderously.
"What? We were winning!" Evan complained. "I think."
"No, you were winning Kitty," Logan said as he walked into the now dead Danger Room. "This ain't no make-out spot, kids. You save that stuff fer school."
Kitty blushed, Evan looked at the floor, and Kurt looked like he wanted to kill Spyke. Slowly. And with much pain and gusto. Scott and Jean looked stunned. At Rogue's side, Remy was grinning maliciously. Despite herself, Rogue giggled.
Logan sighed despairingly. "You can all go now. Be here same time tomorrow," They all started to walk out. Evan and Kitty were trying to edge slowly past Wolverine when he said, "Not you two. Yer comin' ta' see the Professor." They sighed.
Rogue walked out of the Danger Room. To her annoyance, Remy followed at her side. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" she yelled.
"Why?"
"Because... Because ya're annoyin'. Now go away."
"Y' wan' t' go out wit' Remy t'night, chere?"
~Won't this guy go away?~ "No, Remy, Ah don't eve' wanna go out with ya'. Ah jues' want ya' ta' go away an' leave me alone." As the words came out of her mouth, Rogue instantly regretted them. Remy mumbled an, "Alrigh', chere, if dat's what y' wan'," and turned away.
The emotions warring in Rogue kept her from calling out to Remy s he walked away. When he was gone, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and said, "Damn it!" Beast, who was walking by at the time, raised an eyebrow, then shrugged as an oblivious Rogue stalked back to her room.
The sun had set, it was a Saturday night, and Rogue was defiantly, without a shadow of a doubt, bored. And torturing herself. It was a bad, if not familiar combination for any teenaged female. And so, like any other teenaged female, she decided to go clubbing.
Rogue walked into the cool night air, having begged permission to use Scott's car, and hopped in. She started it and headed for the city. On the highway, she turned on the radio, blasting it. The road was free, the road was empty, wind whipped through her hair, and life was good. ~Forget Remy now.~ she thought.
So absorbed in her thoughts was Rogue that she didn't even notice when seven motorcycles revved up beside her. She did, however, detect them when they forced her over to the side of the road. She stayed in the car, but tensed to fight, stripping a glove off one hand.
The motorcyclists stopped in a ring around Rogue. One, a girl with shockingly green hair, yelled, "Get out of the car!"
"Why don't'cha come ova' heah an' make me, sugah?" Rogue asked sweetly, staring at the girl, who shrugged.
"Alright then, if that's how you want to play." She waved a hand and Scott's car flew up, flipped over, and dumped out Rogue, who landed softly on the pavement, hands balled into fists and ready to fight. When the other riders stepped from their bikes, Rogue knew that any fight would be a short one. First, a huge boy came at her, swinging. He grabbed her around the waist and squeezed, crushing the wind out of her. Rogue struggled and managed to put her bare hand on his bare arm. He quickly passed out. ~One down, six ta' go.~ And then the wave broke. They all came at her. A surge of nausea hit her and she fell to her knees. She failed to notice the revving of another motorcycle drawing up as black oblivion crowded her eyes.
~*~*~Disclaimer: They're Marvel's, not mine, blah blah blah, you know the drill. Since italics don't seem to show up on fanfiction.net, things in ~blah blah~ are thoughts and capitalized words are emphasized. I have eighteen stories in my head right now, so please if it takes a while for this series to get out, I'm sorry. You'd think I had no life. Oh wait.
1 Chapter 2
Rogue woke up hungry and cursing Cajun accents. Sounds came from the kitchen below. She dragged herself out of bed, tilting up her alarm clock to see what time it was. The glowing red numbers showed 8:30AM .
"Oh shit!!!" Rogue screamed. She shoved on some decent clothes and raced downstairs to grab a donut or something before school, which, incidentally, started in fifteen minutes.
Logan was sitting at the table, calmly drinking. whatever he was drinking. "Ferget it was Saturday again, Rogue?"
She skidded to a halt in front of the refrigerator. "It's... Saturday?"
"Yup."
"Dammit."
"Don't swear," Logan said. Kitty phased through the wall, holding hands with Kurt. "Where'd this come from?"
"What do you mean?" Kitty said as nonchalantly as possible. Kurt smiled like he was in heaven.
"Well, if'n ya'll don't need me..." Kitty, Kurt, and Logan ignored her. Rogue grabbed her donut and headed into the hallway to go back to sleep.
"Act'lly, Remy was lookin' f'r y', chere."
"Ya' again?! Ah thought Ah told ya' ta' leave me alone!"
"Nobody know dat better'n Remy, but dat Professor tol' Remy t' fin' y' an' tell y' dat dere's a Danger Room practice in half an hour," Remy said.
"Oh. Alright. Are the others comin'?" Rogue asked. She noticed his sunglasses were still on, even inside. "What's with the glasses? Ya' got a power like Scott's?"
Remy snorted. "Like dat homme? Don' bet on it."
"Then show me yer eyes."
"Non. Remy. Remy gotta go fin' de ot'ers." With that, he walked into the kitchen, leaving Rogue standing outside and wondering about his eyes.
The planet was dark and desolate. Pitch-blackness surrounded them and the only indication of life was the slow and steady sound of Rogue's beating heart. A brush of wind grazed her cheek. She whirled and punched in the direction, fist connecting with a bat-like shape, tough and leathery. It clung to her gloved wrist, shrieking and clawing. Rogue gasped. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and held it still. A rectangle or glowing light struck the bat-thing and it shrieked one last time and dropped. Rogue's hand was loosed and she heard," Y' alrigh', chere?"
~Oh, it's HIM~ she thought, irritated. "Oh, go away."
"Dat ain't a very nice t'ing t' say, ma p'tite ((OOC: Thanks A- Dawg!!!!))."
"Yeah, well, Ah mean it." Another bat-thing flew at her and he heard Jean scream and Scott yell angrily.
"T'ink we should 'elp 'em, chere?"
"What's this WE thing? And no, they can handle it. Ah'm BUSY."
All of a sudden, the inhuman shrieks ended and the lights flashed back on. Across the room, Cyclops was dropping his hands from Jean's face. Apparently she had been attacked there. ~Or not.~ Kitty and Evan were huddled in a corner. Kurt was halfway across the room, heading for Evan, his yellow eyes glowing murderously.
"What? We were winning!" Evan complained. "I think."
"No, you were winning Kitty," Logan said as he walked into the now dead Danger Room. "This ain't no make-out spot, kids. You save that stuff fer school."
Kitty blushed, Evan looked at the floor, and Kurt looked like he wanted to kill Spyke. Slowly. And with much pain and gusto. Scott and Jean looked stunned. At Rogue's side, Remy was grinning maliciously. Despite herself, Rogue giggled.
Logan sighed despairingly. "You can all go now. Be here same time tomorrow," They all started to walk out. Evan and Kitty were trying to edge slowly past Wolverine when he said, "Not you two. Yer comin' ta' see the Professor." They sighed.
Rogue walked out of the Danger Room. To her annoyance, Remy followed at her side. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" she yelled.
"Why?"
"Because... Because ya're annoyin'. Now go away."
"Y' wan' t' go out wit' Remy t'night, chere?"
~Won't this guy go away?~ "No, Remy, Ah don't eve' wanna go out with ya'. Ah jues' want ya' ta' go away an' leave me alone." As the words came out of her mouth, Rogue instantly regretted them. Remy mumbled an, "Alrigh', chere, if dat's what y' wan'," and turned away.
The emotions warring in Rogue kept her from calling out to Remy s he walked away. When he was gone, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and said, "Damn it!" Beast, who was walking by at the time, raised an eyebrow, then shrugged as an oblivious Rogue stalked back to her room.
The sun had set, it was a Saturday night, and Rogue was defiantly, without a shadow of a doubt, bored. And torturing herself. It was a bad, if not familiar combination for any teenaged female. And so, like any other teenaged female, she decided to go clubbing.
Rogue walked into the cool night air, having begged permission to use Scott's car, and hopped in. She started it and headed for the city. On the highway, she turned on the radio, blasting it. The road was free, the road was empty, wind whipped through her hair, and life was good. ~Forget Remy now.~ she thought.
So absorbed in her thoughts was Rogue that she didn't even notice when seven motorcycles revved up beside her. She did, however, detect them when they forced her over to the side of the road. She stayed in the car, but tensed to fight, stripping a glove off one hand.
The motorcyclists stopped in a ring around Rogue. One, a girl with shockingly green hair, yelled, "Get out of the car!"
"Why don't'cha come ova' heah an' make me, sugah?" Rogue asked sweetly, staring at the girl, who shrugged.
"Alright then, if that's how you want to play." She waved a hand and Scott's car flew up, flipped over, and dumped out Rogue, who landed softly on the pavement, hands balled into fists and ready to fight. When the other riders stepped from their bikes, Rogue knew that any fight would be a short one. First, a huge boy came at her, swinging. He grabbed her around the waist and squeezed, crushing the wind out of her. Rogue struggled and managed to put her bare hand on his bare arm. He quickly passed out. ~One down, six ta' go.~ And then the wave broke. They all came at her. A surge of nausea hit her and she fell to her knees. She failed to notice the revving of another motorcycle drawing up as black oblivion crowded her eyes.
