The rest of the night, there was a war going on inside Rogue's head. Remy
was always so abusive. The night he told her love was about touch was so
hurtful and he'd gotten her into this prison. But he had always been so
sweet…he always visited her…no wait, if he hadn't done something in the
first place he wouldn't have visited her…or would he?..Arghhh!!!
Rogue turned over her pillow and took out the key. She couldn't help but think it was a trick, and yet another part of her told her to trust Remy…Gambit…whoever he was.
She crept over to the bars and looked over at the guard. It was an elf looking guy, except he wasn't blue like Kurt. Rogue slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open slowly. She crept past him and felt a sort of chill radiate from him. Must have been the guy who froze the mansion.
Rogue looked at her surroundings. It was just a series of long corridors. Maybe if Remy had left her a map…okay, gotta stop thinking of him. Rogue did the old 'inni-meani-minni-mo' thing and went her way. She soon found herself in a dark hallway.
'Great, now whare's the lil' ol' exit sign?'
'Over there, chere.'
'Remy?' Rogue felt her way over to a shadowy figure. From what she could tell, he was leaning against a wall and as always, had a cigarette to his lips. She looked down and saw at least ten other cigarette butts.
'Think ya'll can tear ya self away from the smoke-a-thon fer a minute or two?' Remy raised an eyebrow and let out a puff of smoke.
'Chere, should go ahead. Leave Remy alone.' Rogue felt like kicking him. She was forgiving him for the time being and he was running the opposite direction. As he turned to leave, Rogue shot out an arm and turned him around to face her.
'Now you listen here, Cajun.' She said in a firm tone, 'Ya'll are lucky ah'm even lookin' at ya an' ya ain't leav'n me again. I don't care who ya'll think ya'r…' He looked down into her eyes and saw that they were soft and pale. She saw his face grow painfully cold. Remy shook his head, and Rogue felt her heart crumble. Her lip trembled and she dropped her hand from his. She shook her head and smiled to herself.
'Chere…' He held out his hand to her. She backed away, her face full of pain and hurt. But she didn't stop that smile. That sad smile.
'Ya'll know what? I don't care. I don't need ya. Yere jus' some Cajun with a nice smile and a bit a charm. I don't need ya. Hell ya, I wanted ya. I want ya more than anythin' Cajun! I don't care if ya are a bad guy! I don't care if ya're Remy, or Gambit. I love ya. Can't ya see that?' Remy's eyes always looked as if they were smoldering. But now they were different. Dieing. Rogue could see and she knew why he wouldn't come.
'They're gonna kill ya Remy.'
'If chere doesn't first.'
'Remy…I need ya.'
'Make up your mind petite. One minute Remy should be dead. Now chere needs him.'
'But ah…' Rogue's eyes swelled with tears, her face going pale. Remy moved forward.
'Chere?' Rogue coughed, blood spilling down the side of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, her eyes wide with shock. Remy ran to her side, catching her as she fell. He held her up, her body lifeless and limp. He moved his hand onto her back. He felt blood trickle from her. Someone had betrayed him.
'There. Now that little bitch can never take Gambit from us.' Remy looked up and there stood his teammates. Lance held a gun by his side as the others stared at Remy. Remy shuttered angrily. His rage was building and his heart was melting. Why did she have to mean so much to him? Why now? Why did it hurt him so?
'Remy…?'
'Hush Rogue.' The corners of Rogue's mouthed turned up.
'Ya called me Rogue.' Rogue's mouth began to turn emotionless.
'Hold on Chere! Don't leave Remy…'
'Come on Gambit. She's gone.' A sudden flash of light lit the room and the gun was slashed in half. Lance picked up the source of light. 'Ahhhh…the queen of hearts. How touching. Don't forget Gambit. You work for us.'
'Remy works for no one.'
'Wrong answer. Listen Gambit. We can make you and we can break you. Which will it be?' Remy stared down at Rogue, her face so dead and pale. She was gone and he was still there. And to him, that was the most unfair thing that could ever have happened to him.
Rogue turned over her pillow and took out the key. She couldn't help but think it was a trick, and yet another part of her told her to trust Remy…Gambit…whoever he was.
She crept over to the bars and looked over at the guard. It was an elf looking guy, except he wasn't blue like Kurt. Rogue slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open slowly. She crept past him and felt a sort of chill radiate from him. Must have been the guy who froze the mansion.
Rogue looked at her surroundings. It was just a series of long corridors. Maybe if Remy had left her a map…okay, gotta stop thinking of him. Rogue did the old 'inni-meani-minni-mo' thing and went her way. She soon found herself in a dark hallway.
'Great, now whare's the lil' ol' exit sign?'
'Over there, chere.'
'Remy?' Rogue felt her way over to a shadowy figure. From what she could tell, he was leaning against a wall and as always, had a cigarette to his lips. She looked down and saw at least ten other cigarette butts.
'Think ya'll can tear ya self away from the smoke-a-thon fer a minute or two?' Remy raised an eyebrow and let out a puff of smoke.
'Chere, should go ahead. Leave Remy alone.' Rogue felt like kicking him. She was forgiving him for the time being and he was running the opposite direction. As he turned to leave, Rogue shot out an arm and turned him around to face her.
'Now you listen here, Cajun.' She said in a firm tone, 'Ya'll are lucky ah'm even lookin' at ya an' ya ain't leav'n me again. I don't care who ya'll think ya'r…' He looked down into her eyes and saw that they were soft and pale. She saw his face grow painfully cold. Remy shook his head, and Rogue felt her heart crumble. Her lip trembled and she dropped her hand from his. She shook her head and smiled to herself.
'Chere…' He held out his hand to her. She backed away, her face full of pain and hurt. But she didn't stop that smile. That sad smile.
'Ya'll know what? I don't care. I don't need ya. Yere jus' some Cajun with a nice smile and a bit a charm. I don't need ya. Hell ya, I wanted ya. I want ya more than anythin' Cajun! I don't care if ya are a bad guy! I don't care if ya're Remy, or Gambit. I love ya. Can't ya see that?' Remy's eyes always looked as if they were smoldering. But now they were different. Dieing. Rogue could see and she knew why he wouldn't come.
'They're gonna kill ya Remy.'
'If chere doesn't first.'
'Remy…I need ya.'
'Make up your mind petite. One minute Remy should be dead. Now chere needs him.'
'But ah…' Rogue's eyes swelled with tears, her face going pale. Remy moved forward.
'Chere?' Rogue coughed, blood spilling down the side of her mouth. She dropped to her knees, her eyes wide with shock. Remy ran to her side, catching her as she fell. He held her up, her body lifeless and limp. He moved his hand onto her back. He felt blood trickle from her. Someone had betrayed him.
'There. Now that little bitch can never take Gambit from us.' Remy looked up and there stood his teammates. Lance held a gun by his side as the others stared at Remy. Remy shuttered angrily. His rage was building and his heart was melting. Why did she have to mean so much to him? Why now? Why did it hurt him so?
'Remy…?'
'Hush Rogue.' The corners of Rogue's mouthed turned up.
'Ya called me Rogue.' Rogue's mouth began to turn emotionless.
'Hold on Chere! Don't leave Remy…'
'Come on Gambit. She's gone.' A sudden flash of light lit the room and the gun was slashed in half. Lance picked up the source of light. 'Ahhhh…the queen of hearts. How touching. Don't forget Gambit. You work for us.'
'Remy works for no one.'
'Wrong answer. Listen Gambit. We can make you and we can break you. Which will it be?' Remy stared down at Rogue, her face so dead and pale. She was gone and he was still there. And to him, that was the most unfair thing that could ever have happened to him.