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Remy let Ororo's svelte body delicately fall from his arms as she became weak and motionless. He stared at the beauty at his feet--and then gradually backed away as the guard finally caught up to them, hunched over breathing heavily as he steadied himself against the wall.
"Man, that girl's hard ta catch", he said between gasps.
Remy raised his eyebrow in disdain as he glared at the man before him.
"Well, maybe if ya weren't such a fat ass ya mighta caught her wit out shootin' her", he said menacingly, red eyes blazing.
Pissed that a mutant would dare insult him, the guard straightened up and approached him to shout back but stopped when he saw the savage look in Remy's crimson eyes. He knew what Remy could do to him if he wanted to, and so he simply backed away.
"Well, ah, whaddaya wanna do with her?" he said clearing his throat, trying to save face.
Remy took another look at Ororo, the soft yellow light highlighting her body while leaving the other two shrouded in darkness.
"Take da femme down in da basement an' wait until Ah get dere. Do ya t'ink ya can do dat wit'out fuckin' it up?"
The guard glared back at Remy but did as he ordered. He bent down and grabbed Ororo by thewrist, which was limp in his harsh grip. As he walked down the hall dragging her by her left arm, the sound of her body scrapping against the cement floor bounced off the walls. The only other sound to be heard were the claps of the man's shoes.
Remy remained behind, watching as Ororo's elegant form faded into the darkness, only sporadically lit by the dim overhead lights. His eyes burned through the thick, black shadows that surrounded him. Remy reached inside his jacket and pulled out a cellphone to alert Adams, the head of the DOAM.
"We gotta problem, homme. Someone got inta' da system an' destroyed it."
"How much did they get?" the gruff voice demanded.
"All of it, dere's nothin' lef'"
"Do you have whoever's responsible for this?" the voice growing increasingly hostile.
"Oui"
"Well, see what you can get out of 'em then get rid of 'em. GOT IT!"
"Yeah, Ah got it"
Remy resented being told what to do by anyone, but Adams wasn't one to be messed with. He put the cell phone back in his jacket and proceeded to the basement. His tall, lithe figure moved fluidly through the darkness; silent and deadly.
* * *
Ororo's heavy eyelids gradually lifted, her blue eyes slowly adjusting to the bright lights in the sterile white room. She lay exactly as the guard had left her--on the floor with her left arm out stretched, the layers of her dress ragged and twisted around her legs, and a few smudges and bruises from being dragged down a set of stairs.
Her head still clouded and her vision blurry, Ororo's eyes gradually focused on the two dark figures standing over her. Though she couldn't quite discern who they were, she knew the one to her right was Remy simply by looking at his blazing red eyes. The man to her left bent over her, grabbing both her hands. Ororo then felt the cold steel of handcuffs around her wrists.
"Get her up", Remy commanded in a firm yet cool voice.
Ororo's head rocked back as the guard jerked her weak, frail body from the cold floor and slammed her into a wooden chair. Her eyes lifted to the two figures standing in front of her from across the metal table. Remy pulled out the other chair and took a seat across from her, staring at her intensely with the guard at his side.
"Seems like ya did a bit a' damage didn't ya, chere" Remy said with a bit of amusement in his voice as he leaned back in his chair with ease.
"Da shot ya got hit wit wasn't a bullet...it was a tranq dart. Ya don' have a'lota time before da poision in ya body kills ya. Now Ah can help ya if ya tell me one t'ing--what da hell did ya do wit dat disk ya copied?"
Ororo raised her head so that their eyes met. Her face full of shock and disbelief as she realized they weren't on the same side anymore.
"I...I don't know what your talking about"
"Aww don' play dumb wit me chere. Jus' tell me where ya hidin' it an' we help ya", his tone dripping with fake sincerity.
Ororo fell silent. Her eyes drifted downward to her reflection in the metal table, her black hair hanging in her face. Growing impatient, the guard moved towards her. The smack of his open hand struck the side of her face. Ororo's head swung violently causing her hair to fly across her face. The guard followed with a back hand to her cheek, her head jerking the other way.
Ororo's head slowly returned to Remy, who looked at her with cold eyes. Her eyes once filled with hurt were now consumed with rage; icy and fierce peering from out the dark strands from her wig and boring into Remy, who sat there almost mesmerized by the beauty sitting across from him.
Remy could see the blood trickling down the fullness of her lip from the corner of her mouth; the side of her face red and bruised.
"Now ya gonna tell me, chere?" No emotion whatsoever coming from his voice.
Ororo remained silent. They simply glared at each other, as if fighting a battle of wills to see who would break first. Remy knew she wouldn't talk, and Ororo knew how persuasive and relentless Remy could be.
The guard lunged toward her again but was held back by Remy's forceful arm around his forearm holding him back.
"You'll neva' get anyt'ing outa' her dat way. Go wait outside."
The guard reluctantly retreated and shut the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone.
* * *
Remy rose from his seat and sauntered over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He sat on the edge of the table and slowly ran his hand through her hair. Remy's gaze went from cold and ruthless, to smoldering and seductive. His scarlet eyes burned from behind the few auburn locks that hung in his eyes. As he looked at her, a mischievous smirk came across his face. His hand gently removed the jet black wig from her head and revealed her snowy white hair that fell like waves over her alluring face. Remy brushed back the few locks of hair from her cerulean blue eyes and traced the side of her face with his finger.
"Dat's better", he whispered while holding her chin in his hands.
Ororo jerked her chin away.
"Aww come on chere, don' be dat way."
"How could you do this? How could you be apart of a group that wants to destroy mutants", her voice low and shaky, pleading for an answer as she looked at him desperately.
"Well, bein lef' ta die out in da middle a' nowhere kinda changes ya mind 'bout t'ings, non?"
"Remy, when we found out what Rogue had we tried to find you. I...", she couldn't continue, the hurt obvious in her voice.
"Ya'll didn't try hard 'nough, chere. Ah damn near froze mah ass off out dere an no one did anyt'ing ta stop Rogue from doin' what she did", the anger in his voice grew as he rose from the table.
"Turns out dem DOAM fols ain't all dat bad. Dey say if Ah help 'em track down da mutants dey wan', dey pay me an' let me go on 'bout mah business". He stood behind her and sensuously massaged her shoulders.
"But... what about the X-men?" her voice barely above a whisper.
He moved to her side and kneeled down, tilting her face to his.
"Fuck de X-men!!! Dey don' wan' me, Ah don' need dem!" The cold tone in Remy's voice was matched by his steely gaze.
"Remy, I...I'm sorry", her voice low, soft.
Remy yanked Ororo from her seat and spun her around, slamming her up against the wall. He gripped her so tightly around her shoulders that she couldn't move. His face was so close to hers, she could feel the warmth from his body. Their eyes locked, hers with confusion and his with fire.
"Ah coulda died, chere, an' ya tell me ya sorry? Sorry ain't good 'nough." He brought his hand to his mouth and it looked as if he slipped something, a small pill, into his mouth. Ororo didn't know what to make of this.
Once again, the look in his eyes changed from anger to one of desire. His red on black eyes perused her body slowly. Remy took her hands, still handcuffed, and brought them slowly over her head, holding them firmly to the wall with his left hand. He ran his smooth fingers down her collarbone and delicately over the curve of her breast that was pushed up from the corset of her dress. Remy slipped his fingers down in between her breasts and held them there, but for only a moment. He slowly removed his fingers and held between them the disc he was after.
Still holding her wrist, Remy's hand quickly wrapped around her waist as he jerked her up further pressing his body against her, forcing her legs to drape around his waist. Ororo struggled at first but she couldn't help the desire she felt for him as she felt his hardness rise against her. Remy held her gaze, inching towards her mouth; teasing her. Ororo then felt his searing lips against hers, his mouth devouring her. Her full lips were almost bruised by the hunger she felt from him. His tongue explored her, his moist lips passionately tasting every inch of her. She responded with the same intensity as she nibbled on his tender lips, his unshaven jaw brushing against her smooth face.
Remy brought his arm from around her waist and ran his hand teasingly from her breasts and clasped it around her throat. His grip gradually tightened as she felt something being pushed to the back of her throat--the small pill Remy had put in his mouth. Once he got the pill far into her mouth he broke away from her, both breathing heavily. His grip tightened around her throat and once again confusion, and slight fear, came over her. The strength of his grip forced her to swallow as she gasped for air.
Remy then released her and stood in front of her, his body remained pressed against hers with her legs still draped around his waist. He slowly backed away from her, his eyes lustful and salacious. Ororo watched him moved farther away from her and gracefully slid down the wall, her chest heaving slightly.
Before he left the room, Remy turned back and looked at her once more. He puckered his lips and blew her a kiss with the same lustful look in his eyes. He then turned his back and exited the room, leaving Ororo alone once again.
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Chapter 5 coming soon, I just have to figure out where I want to go with it.
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Remy let Ororo's svelte body delicately fall from his arms as she became weak and motionless. He stared at the beauty at his feet--and then gradually backed away as the guard finally caught up to them, hunched over breathing heavily as he steadied himself against the wall.
"Man, that girl's hard ta catch", he said between gasps.
Remy raised his eyebrow in disdain as he glared at the man before him.
"Well, maybe if ya weren't such a fat ass ya mighta caught her wit out shootin' her", he said menacingly, red eyes blazing.
Pissed that a mutant would dare insult him, the guard straightened up and approached him to shout back but stopped when he saw the savage look in Remy's crimson eyes. He knew what Remy could do to him if he wanted to, and so he simply backed away.
"Well, ah, whaddaya wanna do with her?" he said clearing his throat, trying to save face.
Remy took another look at Ororo, the soft yellow light highlighting her body while leaving the other two shrouded in darkness.
"Take da femme down in da basement an' wait until Ah get dere. Do ya t'ink ya can do dat wit'out fuckin' it up?"
The guard glared back at Remy but did as he ordered. He bent down and grabbed Ororo by thewrist, which was limp in his harsh grip. As he walked down the hall dragging her by her left arm, the sound of her body scrapping against the cement floor bounced off the walls. The only other sound to be heard were the claps of the man's shoes.
Remy remained behind, watching as Ororo's elegant form faded into the darkness, only sporadically lit by the dim overhead lights. His eyes burned through the thick, black shadows that surrounded him. Remy reached inside his jacket and pulled out a cellphone to alert Adams, the head of the DOAM.
"We gotta problem, homme. Someone got inta' da system an' destroyed it."
"How much did they get?" the gruff voice demanded.
"All of it, dere's nothin' lef'"
"Do you have whoever's responsible for this?" the voice growing increasingly hostile.
"Oui"
"Well, see what you can get out of 'em then get rid of 'em. GOT IT!"
"Yeah, Ah got it"
Remy resented being told what to do by anyone, but Adams wasn't one to be messed with. He put the cell phone back in his jacket and proceeded to the basement. His tall, lithe figure moved fluidly through the darkness; silent and deadly.
* * *
Ororo's heavy eyelids gradually lifted, her blue eyes slowly adjusting to the bright lights in the sterile white room. She lay exactly as the guard had left her--on the floor with her left arm out stretched, the layers of her dress ragged and twisted around her legs, and a few smudges and bruises from being dragged down a set of stairs.
Her head still clouded and her vision blurry, Ororo's eyes gradually focused on the two dark figures standing over her. Though she couldn't quite discern who they were, she knew the one to her right was Remy simply by looking at his blazing red eyes. The man to her left bent over her, grabbing both her hands. Ororo then felt the cold steel of handcuffs around her wrists.
"Get her up", Remy commanded in a firm yet cool voice.
Ororo's head rocked back as the guard jerked her weak, frail body from the cold floor and slammed her into a wooden chair. Her eyes lifted to the two figures standing in front of her from across the metal table. Remy pulled out the other chair and took a seat across from her, staring at her intensely with the guard at his side.
"Seems like ya did a bit a' damage didn't ya, chere" Remy said with a bit of amusement in his voice as he leaned back in his chair with ease.
"Da shot ya got hit wit wasn't a bullet...it was a tranq dart. Ya don' have a'lota time before da poision in ya body kills ya. Now Ah can help ya if ya tell me one t'ing--what da hell did ya do wit dat disk ya copied?"
Ororo raised her head so that their eyes met. Her face full of shock and disbelief as she realized they weren't on the same side anymore.
"I...I don't know what your talking about"
"Aww don' play dumb wit me chere. Jus' tell me where ya hidin' it an' we help ya", his tone dripping with fake sincerity.
Ororo fell silent. Her eyes drifted downward to her reflection in the metal table, her black hair hanging in her face. Growing impatient, the guard moved towards her. The smack of his open hand struck the side of her face. Ororo's head swung violently causing her hair to fly across her face. The guard followed with a back hand to her cheek, her head jerking the other way.
Ororo's head slowly returned to Remy, who looked at her with cold eyes. Her eyes once filled with hurt were now consumed with rage; icy and fierce peering from out the dark strands from her wig and boring into Remy, who sat there almost mesmerized by the beauty sitting across from him.
Remy could see the blood trickling down the fullness of her lip from the corner of her mouth; the side of her face red and bruised.
"Now ya gonna tell me, chere?" No emotion whatsoever coming from his voice.
Ororo remained silent. They simply glared at each other, as if fighting a battle of wills to see who would break first. Remy knew she wouldn't talk, and Ororo knew how persuasive and relentless Remy could be.
The guard lunged toward her again but was held back by Remy's forceful arm around his forearm holding him back.
"You'll neva' get anyt'ing outa' her dat way. Go wait outside."
The guard reluctantly retreated and shut the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone.
* * *
Remy rose from his seat and sauntered over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He sat on the edge of the table and slowly ran his hand through her hair. Remy's gaze went from cold and ruthless, to smoldering and seductive. His scarlet eyes burned from behind the few auburn locks that hung in his eyes. As he looked at her, a mischievous smirk came across his face. His hand gently removed the jet black wig from her head and revealed her snowy white hair that fell like waves over her alluring face. Remy brushed back the few locks of hair from her cerulean blue eyes and traced the side of her face with his finger.
"Dat's better", he whispered while holding her chin in his hands.
Ororo jerked her chin away.
"Aww come on chere, don' be dat way."
"How could you do this? How could you be apart of a group that wants to destroy mutants", her voice low and shaky, pleading for an answer as she looked at him desperately.
"Well, bein lef' ta die out in da middle a' nowhere kinda changes ya mind 'bout t'ings, non?"
"Remy, when we found out what Rogue had we tried to find you. I...", she couldn't continue, the hurt obvious in her voice.
"Ya'll didn't try hard 'nough, chere. Ah damn near froze mah ass off out dere an no one did anyt'ing ta stop Rogue from doin' what she did", the anger in his voice grew as he rose from the table.
"Turns out dem DOAM fols ain't all dat bad. Dey say if Ah help 'em track down da mutants dey wan', dey pay me an' let me go on 'bout mah business". He stood behind her and sensuously massaged her shoulders.
"But... what about the X-men?" her voice barely above a whisper.
He moved to her side and kneeled down, tilting her face to his.
"Fuck de X-men!!! Dey don' wan' me, Ah don' need dem!" The cold tone in Remy's voice was matched by his steely gaze.
"Remy, I...I'm sorry", her voice low, soft.
Remy yanked Ororo from her seat and spun her around, slamming her up against the wall. He gripped her so tightly around her shoulders that she couldn't move. His face was so close to hers, she could feel the warmth from his body. Their eyes locked, hers with confusion and his with fire.
"Ah coulda died, chere, an' ya tell me ya sorry? Sorry ain't good 'nough." He brought his hand to his mouth and it looked as if he slipped something, a small pill, into his mouth. Ororo didn't know what to make of this.
Once again, the look in his eyes changed from anger to one of desire. His red on black eyes perused her body slowly. Remy took her hands, still handcuffed, and brought them slowly over her head, holding them firmly to the wall with his left hand. He ran his smooth fingers down her collarbone and delicately over the curve of her breast that was pushed up from the corset of her dress. Remy slipped his fingers down in between her breasts and held them there, but for only a moment. He slowly removed his fingers and held between them the disc he was after.
Still holding her wrist, Remy's hand quickly wrapped around her waist as he jerked her up further pressing his body against her, forcing her legs to drape around his waist. Ororo struggled at first but she couldn't help the desire she felt for him as she felt his hardness rise against her. Remy held her gaze, inching towards her mouth; teasing her. Ororo then felt his searing lips against hers, his mouth devouring her. Her full lips were almost bruised by the hunger she felt from him. His tongue explored her, his moist lips passionately tasting every inch of her. She responded with the same intensity as she nibbled on his tender lips, his unshaven jaw brushing against her smooth face.
Remy brought his arm from around her waist and ran his hand teasingly from her breasts and clasped it around her throat. His grip gradually tightened as she felt something being pushed to the back of her throat--the small pill Remy had put in his mouth. Once he got the pill far into her mouth he broke away from her, both breathing heavily. His grip tightened around her throat and once again confusion, and slight fear, came over her. The strength of his grip forced her to swallow as she gasped for air.
Remy then released her and stood in front of her, his body remained pressed against hers with her legs still draped around his waist. He slowly backed away from her, his eyes lustful and salacious. Ororo watched him moved farther away from her and gracefully slid down the wall, her chest heaving slightly.
Before he left the room, Remy turned back and looked at her once more. He puckered his lips and blew her a kiss with the same lustful look in his eyes. He then turned his back and exited the room, leaving Ororo alone once again.
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Chapter 5 coming soon, I just have to figure out where I want to go with it.