Rogue opened her eyes slowly, feeling the light touching her face. She
looked at the gray walls of her prison and the one window that overlooked
the sea. She rolled over and at the other side of the room; two red eyes
watched her intently. She sniffed.
'So,' she said groggily, 'ah guess ya'll aren' one a the good guys after all.' Remy didn't move, didn't smile, didn't do anything. Rogue didn't have the strength to do anything, just lay there, pathetic and alone. 'Ya'll won' say anythin' huh? Not even after ya took advantage a me?' She gave a short cough. He gripped the end of his chair and looked down.
'Remy's only doing 'is job.'
'Don' ya mean Gambit.' Again Remy winced a bit. Rogue stared at him, drowsy and sick and then she realized he wasn't worth it, not now at least. She rolled over and clutched her blanket to herself. She heard a chair scrape and the mattress sagged next to her. She then felt a gloved hand push lightly threw her hair.
'Remy did not want to hurt chere.' Remy said in a soft voice. 'Rogue is too precious to Remy.' Rogue sniffed and battled with herself. He's lying. He's lying again and he'll never stop. Rogue pushed his hand away.
'I hate you, Gambit.' She said coldly, 'And I always will.' She closed her eyes and listened to Remy, get up and leave, the iron bars closing behind him. But she heard him falter when it came to leaving. Then there was clang as a key fell to the ground, right in front of Rogue's bed. She turned and looked at it, then at him.
'Cruel that Chere may never touch. Crueler that Remy cannot touch her heart.' He then disappeared into the shadows, never wanting to bother Rogue again.
'So,' she said groggily, 'ah guess ya'll aren' one a the good guys after all.' Remy didn't move, didn't smile, didn't do anything. Rogue didn't have the strength to do anything, just lay there, pathetic and alone. 'Ya'll won' say anythin' huh? Not even after ya took advantage a me?' She gave a short cough. He gripped the end of his chair and looked down.
'Remy's only doing 'is job.'
'Don' ya mean Gambit.' Again Remy winced a bit. Rogue stared at him, drowsy and sick and then she realized he wasn't worth it, not now at least. She rolled over and clutched her blanket to herself. She heard a chair scrape and the mattress sagged next to her. She then felt a gloved hand push lightly threw her hair.
'Remy did not want to hurt chere.' Remy said in a soft voice. 'Rogue is too precious to Remy.' Rogue sniffed and battled with herself. He's lying. He's lying again and he'll never stop. Rogue pushed his hand away.
'I hate you, Gambit.' She said coldly, 'And I always will.' She closed her eyes and listened to Remy, get up and leave, the iron bars closing behind him. But she heard him falter when it came to leaving. Then there was clang as a key fell to the ground, right in front of Rogue's bed. She turned and looked at it, then at him.
'Cruel that Chere may never touch. Crueler that Remy cannot touch her heart.' He then disappeared into the shadows, never wanting to bother Rogue again.