After a warm breakfast, Rogue was off to school. Remy didn't go, even
though the Professor had implored him, Remy wasn't the go-to-school type.
Everyone was outside; ready to walk to school when Rogue realized she'd
left her Geometry test book inside.
She opened the door, and as she stepped threw the frame, she felt a chill in the air. It felt like an igloo, or like someone had left the air conditioner running. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and looked around. Icicles were hanging from the ceiling and chandelier. She felt herself shiver violently. This wasn't some A/C problem. It was the friggin' Antarctic in here, she thought.
'Remy?' She said looking around. She turned a corner and saw his limp figure lying in the middle of the hall. 'Remy!' She shouted, forgetting her coldness. She ran to his side and touched his arm. He was warm…
'Now!' a voice commanded. Rogue whipped around and felt to steel hands lock over her arms. She was suddenly lifted up as easily as if she were a piece of paper. She struggled and kicked her oppressor. Her eyes were frozen shut because of the frost. She was then thrown hard against a wall and felt a trickle of blood ooze down her forehead. She then saw to blood red eyes stare into hers.
'Go to sleep chere.' She heard. Then her head fell and her eyes rolled back. Her limp body leaned against the wall and no one knew she was even in danger.
Uhhhhh…my head. What happened? Rogue's eyes flickered open, yet her vision was hazy. She was lying on a pile of rags and was staring at row after row of black bars. She lay still and quiet as she heard two voices argue.
'He's gotten to close. We can't trust Gambit.' One voice said.
'Remy did a fine job of infiltrating the Institute. And now we've got an X- Men. Think of what we could bargain her for. And when we're done, we can send him back and he can get us another.' Rogue closed her eyes again, her head swirling. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. Not Remy, she had loved him and she knew he would never hurt her…would he? Was Remy LeBeau just a pretty face used for luring her into a trap? This time she just fell asleep, forgetting Remy and his treachery…even just for a while.
She opened the door, and as she stepped threw the frame, she felt a chill in the air. It felt like an igloo, or like someone had left the air conditioner running. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and looked around. Icicles were hanging from the ceiling and chandelier. She felt herself shiver violently. This wasn't some A/C problem. It was the friggin' Antarctic in here, she thought.
'Remy?' She said looking around. She turned a corner and saw his limp figure lying in the middle of the hall. 'Remy!' She shouted, forgetting her coldness. She ran to his side and touched his arm. He was warm…
'Now!' a voice commanded. Rogue whipped around and felt to steel hands lock over her arms. She was suddenly lifted up as easily as if she were a piece of paper. She struggled and kicked her oppressor. Her eyes were frozen shut because of the frost. She was then thrown hard against a wall and felt a trickle of blood ooze down her forehead. She then saw to blood red eyes stare into hers.
'Go to sleep chere.' She heard. Then her head fell and her eyes rolled back. Her limp body leaned against the wall and no one knew she was even in danger.
Uhhhhh…my head. What happened? Rogue's eyes flickered open, yet her vision was hazy. She was lying on a pile of rags and was staring at row after row of black bars. She lay still and quiet as she heard two voices argue.
'He's gotten to close. We can't trust Gambit.' One voice said.
'Remy did a fine job of infiltrating the Institute. And now we've got an X- Men. Think of what we could bargain her for. And when we're done, we can send him back and he can get us another.' Rogue closed her eyes again, her head swirling. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. Not Remy, she had loved him and she knew he would never hurt her…would he? Was Remy LeBeau just a pretty face used for luring her into a trap? This time she just fell asleep, forgetting Remy and his treachery…even just for a while.