CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE------- Hey peeps! Another chapter done! ^_^ I'm hoping
that soon, I can scan pics I made of the fic and put a link here for all
you people to see. That'd be cool, huh? That way, you can know how Vincent
and Morph and the other characters look like. I have been working on a
different style of drawing, so it won't look X-Evo like.~_^
Rated PG-13 for…
Usual cursing and such
Disclaimer…
X-Men and X-Evo aren't mine…
*: From the mind
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Child
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Complete and total blackness… …
Whispers filled the air.
Rogue was floating… no… underwater.
She looked around.
It was cold.
It was freezing.
She felt herself go numb already, she held her sides tightly.
Oh dear God… … where was she?
Cold.
So cold.
Damn, it was cold.
She felt warm arms around her… Remy?
Jerk… playing hero again.
Didn't he know how much she hated him doing that? They reached the surface and Remy kept swimming.
Cold.
Didn't he feel the cold?
The darkness?
The freezing burn?
He damn well did. Finally… a… shore? In the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Where did Chronomancer send them anyway? Her lips turned blue. She was flat on her back… on the… burning sand? Damn, did it feel good… warmth. She felt Remy's hand touch her cheek. "Chere… hold on." She shivered… and soon a warm blanket fell over her… Remy's trench coat. Kitty's voice was heard. "Will she be alright?"
"She'll be fine. Did Bishop find Pietro?"
"Yep."
"Good."
Rogue tried to open her eyes… she tried to stay awake… tried… with all her might. Remy held her head up. "You alright, Girl?"
She pulled enough strength for her eyes to open. "Remy… y-y-you j-jerk. Y- You saved m-m-me ag-g-gain."
"Get used t' it, Chere."
"S-Shut u-up."
He smiled. "Looks like she's alright." He held her close to him, his body heat warming her up. Kitty laughed. "Yeah…well… I'm going to check on Betsy."
Rogue kept her eyes opened and spotted blood… blood on Remy's cheek. She reached for it and touched it with her gloved hand. "Y-Y-You o-ok?"
"Yeah… Don' you worry 'bout me. Y' gotta get better."
"W-W-Where a-are w-we?"
She was still shivering. Remy held her closer. "Dunno… some place in de Antarctic or somet'in'… weird, dough… dis here is a tropical place. Don' really understand dat."
"R-Remy?"
"Yeah?"
"D-D-Do me a f-favor…"
"Anyt'ing."
"Put m-me out of m-my misery."
He smiled. "Cmon, Chere. You'll be fine."
"I-It hurts."
"What does?"
He looked at her back. A gruesome cut. He sighed. "Don worry. Remy'll take care o' dat." He picked her up and splashed some water onto her wound. She clenched in pain. The salt water… auugh. Pain! Remy smiled. "Believe it or not, but de salt will close de wound faster. Stop bein' such a baby."
"B-Baby?" She splashed some water on his face… aimed at his cheek. He cringed… but smiled. "T'anks." He wrapped her around the trench coat again and sat down. She looked at him… her lips began to go back to normal color. He smiled. "Better?"
"Hurts."
"Put a band-aide over it."
"Would if an ass hole didn't put salt over it first!"
He chuckled gently and nudged her.
Rogue closed her eyes. "What do you think Emma's doing?"
"Dunno… just rest for now. Me, Kitty, Morph, an' Bishop will find a way outta here… and DEN we can worry 'bout dat."
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Vincent closed his eyes… pretending to sleep. Emma paced back and forth with the mangled doll in her hands. It was her FIRST doll. How dare Vincent ruin it! She sat on the corner eventually and began sewing it. *"You won't be broken anymore, Golem."* She smiled. Each stitch was exact and perfect. She had years of practice. Vincent felt like laughing… … sometimes HE felt like the child… but in this case, Emma was the child… innocently sewing the doll in the corner of the room. There was a strange energy in the room, once Vincent thought about it. Thought about it. Wow... he was thinking without even telling himself to think about something… and in front of Emma…
He opened one eye. "Don't make me pain, Emma." He said gently… it seemed like every stitch she made, made him less resistant to her. She looked up at the bubble. *"Oh! No pain for Golem! Nope. Golem be nice. Golem obey. Golem be friend."*
Friend…
Friend
What is Friend?
Friend is Friend
Family?
Family is friend?
He shook the thought away. "Let Golem think!" He snapped. Emma stopped. *"But Golem is child. Golem think, Golem hurt… Golem feels pain!"*
"GOLEM LIVE!" He yelled atop his lungs. The room echoed with those words. Golem live… golem… … live… … … … golem… … … … … … … …live… li…ve …He shook his head. The fire inside him rose up again. He was hopeless… defenseless… if he thought… how could it hurt him? Thinking is what makes him happy… it makes him know that he isn't some kind of freak… but a human whether he had markings on him or not. He WAS human. From the day of his birth, throughout his life… and to his death. He IS human…
"Golem live… Golem be happy…" He whispered. Oh no… his mind began to go numb… he… he wasn't going to live again? No! NO! NO! He hit the bubble. "NO! STOP! STOP!"
Emma dropped the needle… her eyes watered. She clutched the doll hard in her hands, tight…. Tighter… TIGHTER!!! Blood… blood from her hands… *"Golem live… be happy… Emma cries… no friend… Golem will move… Golem will breathe… no thought for Golem… EMMA must live…Golem is just a child. Golem doesn't know better."* She whispered in her mind, but made it so Vincent could hear… memories of when she was little… young… youthful… shattered… broken… scared… alone… Vincent… life. Live. Night. Darkness. No. Golem was NOT going to change her mind. She fell to the ground and hugged her knees. Vincent looked down on her. "Lady… Frost…?"
"No…" she muttered. "Emma…"
Vincent understood now… he had to let Emma know that she was still human. She was still made of flesh and blood. She was not a freak… she lives like everyone else in the world. She wants to kill off all humans… … but she is one herself. Didn't she know that? Vincent looked at the ground. "Emma…"
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"Better?"
She opened her eyes. Remy's arms were around her. Dammit. First he's at her doorway, and now he drifted off to sleep with her… not in THAT way… but… still! She punched his shoulder. "Yeah… don't you ever do that again!"
He grunted. "What? Keep you warm?"
She folded her arms. "Ok, ok… sorry… I must've took it the wrong way."
Remy scoffed. "Yeah… I'm not some sort o' pervert, y' know."
She felt herself blush. Remy smirked. "Dat me or are y' red, Chere?"
"Shut up..." She looked around. "Where is everyone?"
"Kitty's out getting breakfast… I t'ink she got a little freaked when she saw you and me asleep toget'er."
Rogue laughed a little. She could just imagine. Kitty's eyes open… sees her in Remy's arms, asleep… comfortable… oh yeah. Rogue was bummed she missed Kitty's expression on THAT. She looked over to see Bishop around the corner working with some tools on a metal object. Rogue sighed. "Remy… why can't we use our powers here?"
"… what do y' mean?"
"I mean… look at Morph and Betsy… they couldn't do ANYTHING when we were falling."
He paused. "So… are y' meanin' t' tell me I could've kissed you ANYTIME from then to now?"
Her eyes widened. "Um… I didn't even think about ME…"
There was a pause… a long one. They just looked at each other. Rogue broke the silence. He obviously wasn't going to say anything. "Remy…?"
"Hmm?"
"Why won't you kiss me now?"
He grunted and looked away. "It'd be too hard… later on, I mean… if we get used t' kissin'… den it'll be harder to get our powers back 'cause it would probably never happen again… am I makin' sense here?" He looked back at her. "Don' get me wrong! I wan' to!!!" She scoffed. "Umm hmmm…"
Bishop smiled. "Hey, Remy! I almost got the com-link done!"
The Cajun looked towards the other male. "Great. Need help?"
"Yeah, if you aren't too busy."
Remy looked back at Rogue, she already scootched away from him for he could stand up. Rogue didn't get it. Sometimes, Remy would be so logical… so wise, and other times, he'd be immature and… well… confusing… she folded her arms. Remy would be as happy as a boy in a candy store… normally… but… augh. Why was she thinking about this? Stupid, stupid. Kiss. Just a stupid kiss is driving her insane. The first one they shared… she wasn't sure if it was her hormones, or emotions, or both…why the hell was she thinking this while they are stranded in a beach? Why was she thinking about this PERIOD? At least Remy was focused to get out and find Emma and rescue Vincent…
Remy smiled. "Yes! Alright, you t'ink it'll work now, Bishop?"
He clicked a button on the com-link. Static was heard. He smiled. "It's a start." He began adjusting the circuitry. The static still remained. "A little bit more adjustments?"
Remy sighed and shook his head. "Here, mon ami." He grabbed the com- link and took out one of the wires. He replaced it in, and the static was barely even there. Remy smirked. "Dat's outta do it. Keep on tryin', Bishop."
Kitty came back. "This stinks! I hate gathering food! Next time… PIETRO does it!"
Pietro opened one eye from his slumber. "Oh, thanks, Kitty. I'll take that to recognition."
Betsy grabbed an apple from the pile of fruit Kitty brought. She looked at Rogue… who was playing with the cards Remy left in his trench coat pocket. Betsy sighed and closed her eyes. Hopefully they'd get the heck out. She moved her eyes towards Morph… he looked around himself like he knew this place… but he remained silent. This place… … … … could it be…?
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Yep, that's it for now… my computer crashed, and so I have to use another one. The next chapter might not come for a while… maybe longer than usual… that's why I'm expecting REVIEWS! ~_^ Have a good day, y'all! 'Till next time!
NEXT CHAPTER
CHAPTER THIRTY: LAND FAR AWAY
Rated PG-13 for…
Usual cursing and such
Disclaimer…
X-Men and X-Evo aren't mine…
*: From the mind
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Child
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Complete and total blackness… …
Whispers filled the air.
Rogue was floating… no… underwater.
She looked around.
It was cold.
It was freezing.
She felt herself go numb already, she held her sides tightly.
Oh dear God… … where was she?
Cold.
So cold.
Damn, it was cold.
She felt warm arms around her… Remy?
Jerk… playing hero again.
Didn't he know how much she hated him doing that? They reached the surface and Remy kept swimming.
Cold.
Didn't he feel the cold?
The darkness?
The freezing burn?
He damn well did. Finally… a… shore? In the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Where did Chronomancer send them anyway? Her lips turned blue. She was flat on her back… on the… burning sand? Damn, did it feel good… warmth. She felt Remy's hand touch her cheek. "Chere… hold on." She shivered… and soon a warm blanket fell over her… Remy's trench coat. Kitty's voice was heard. "Will she be alright?"
"She'll be fine. Did Bishop find Pietro?"
"Yep."
"Good."
Rogue tried to open her eyes… she tried to stay awake… tried… with all her might. Remy held her head up. "You alright, Girl?"
She pulled enough strength for her eyes to open. "Remy… y-y-you j-jerk. Y- You saved m-m-me ag-g-gain."
"Get used t' it, Chere."
"S-Shut u-up."
He smiled. "Looks like she's alright." He held her close to him, his body heat warming her up. Kitty laughed. "Yeah…well… I'm going to check on Betsy."
Rogue kept her eyes opened and spotted blood… blood on Remy's cheek. She reached for it and touched it with her gloved hand. "Y-Y-You o-ok?"
"Yeah… Don' you worry 'bout me. Y' gotta get better."
"W-W-Where a-are w-we?"
She was still shivering. Remy held her closer. "Dunno… some place in de Antarctic or somet'in'… weird, dough… dis here is a tropical place. Don' really understand dat."
"R-Remy?"
"Yeah?"
"D-D-Do me a f-favor…"
"Anyt'ing."
"Put m-me out of m-my misery."
He smiled. "Cmon, Chere. You'll be fine."
"I-It hurts."
"What does?"
He looked at her back. A gruesome cut. He sighed. "Don worry. Remy'll take care o' dat." He picked her up and splashed some water onto her wound. She clenched in pain. The salt water… auugh. Pain! Remy smiled. "Believe it or not, but de salt will close de wound faster. Stop bein' such a baby."
"B-Baby?" She splashed some water on his face… aimed at his cheek. He cringed… but smiled. "T'anks." He wrapped her around the trench coat again and sat down. She looked at him… her lips began to go back to normal color. He smiled. "Better?"
"Hurts."
"Put a band-aide over it."
"Would if an ass hole didn't put salt over it first!"
He chuckled gently and nudged her.
Rogue closed her eyes. "What do you think Emma's doing?"
"Dunno… just rest for now. Me, Kitty, Morph, an' Bishop will find a way outta here… and DEN we can worry 'bout dat."
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Vincent closed his eyes… pretending to sleep. Emma paced back and forth with the mangled doll in her hands. It was her FIRST doll. How dare Vincent ruin it! She sat on the corner eventually and began sewing it. *"You won't be broken anymore, Golem."* She smiled. Each stitch was exact and perfect. She had years of practice. Vincent felt like laughing… … sometimes HE felt like the child… but in this case, Emma was the child… innocently sewing the doll in the corner of the room. There was a strange energy in the room, once Vincent thought about it. Thought about it. Wow... he was thinking without even telling himself to think about something… and in front of Emma…
He opened one eye. "Don't make me pain, Emma." He said gently… it seemed like every stitch she made, made him less resistant to her. She looked up at the bubble. *"Oh! No pain for Golem! Nope. Golem be nice. Golem obey. Golem be friend."*
Friend…
Friend
What is Friend?
Friend is Friend
Family?
Family is friend?
He shook the thought away. "Let Golem think!" He snapped. Emma stopped. *"But Golem is child. Golem think, Golem hurt… Golem feels pain!"*
"GOLEM LIVE!" He yelled atop his lungs. The room echoed with those words. Golem live… golem… … live… … … … golem… … … … … … … …live… li…ve …He shook his head. The fire inside him rose up again. He was hopeless… defenseless… if he thought… how could it hurt him? Thinking is what makes him happy… it makes him know that he isn't some kind of freak… but a human whether he had markings on him or not. He WAS human. From the day of his birth, throughout his life… and to his death. He IS human…
"Golem live… Golem be happy…" He whispered. Oh no… his mind began to go numb… he… he wasn't going to live again? No! NO! NO! He hit the bubble. "NO! STOP! STOP!"
Emma dropped the needle… her eyes watered. She clutched the doll hard in her hands, tight…. Tighter… TIGHTER!!! Blood… blood from her hands… *"Golem live… be happy… Emma cries… no friend… Golem will move… Golem will breathe… no thought for Golem… EMMA must live…Golem is just a child. Golem doesn't know better."* She whispered in her mind, but made it so Vincent could hear… memories of when she was little… young… youthful… shattered… broken… scared… alone… Vincent… life. Live. Night. Darkness. No. Golem was NOT going to change her mind. She fell to the ground and hugged her knees. Vincent looked down on her. "Lady… Frost…?"
"No…" she muttered. "Emma…"
Vincent understood now… he had to let Emma know that she was still human. She was still made of flesh and blood. She was not a freak… she lives like everyone else in the world. She wants to kill off all humans… … but she is one herself. Didn't she know that? Vincent looked at the ground. "Emma…"
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"Better?"
She opened her eyes. Remy's arms were around her. Dammit. First he's at her doorway, and now he drifted off to sleep with her… not in THAT way… but… still! She punched his shoulder. "Yeah… don't you ever do that again!"
He grunted. "What? Keep you warm?"
She folded her arms. "Ok, ok… sorry… I must've took it the wrong way."
Remy scoffed. "Yeah… I'm not some sort o' pervert, y' know."
She felt herself blush. Remy smirked. "Dat me or are y' red, Chere?"
"Shut up..." She looked around. "Where is everyone?"
"Kitty's out getting breakfast… I t'ink she got a little freaked when she saw you and me asleep toget'er."
Rogue laughed a little. She could just imagine. Kitty's eyes open… sees her in Remy's arms, asleep… comfortable… oh yeah. Rogue was bummed she missed Kitty's expression on THAT. She looked over to see Bishop around the corner working with some tools on a metal object. Rogue sighed. "Remy… why can't we use our powers here?"
"… what do y' mean?"
"I mean… look at Morph and Betsy… they couldn't do ANYTHING when we were falling."
He paused. "So… are y' meanin' t' tell me I could've kissed you ANYTIME from then to now?"
Her eyes widened. "Um… I didn't even think about ME…"
There was a pause… a long one. They just looked at each other. Rogue broke the silence. He obviously wasn't going to say anything. "Remy…?"
"Hmm?"
"Why won't you kiss me now?"
He grunted and looked away. "It'd be too hard… later on, I mean… if we get used t' kissin'… den it'll be harder to get our powers back 'cause it would probably never happen again… am I makin' sense here?" He looked back at her. "Don' get me wrong! I wan' to!!!" She scoffed. "Umm hmmm…"
Bishop smiled. "Hey, Remy! I almost got the com-link done!"
The Cajun looked towards the other male. "Great. Need help?"
"Yeah, if you aren't too busy."
Remy looked back at Rogue, she already scootched away from him for he could stand up. Rogue didn't get it. Sometimes, Remy would be so logical… so wise, and other times, he'd be immature and… well… confusing… she folded her arms. Remy would be as happy as a boy in a candy store… normally… but… augh. Why was she thinking about this? Stupid, stupid. Kiss. Just a stupid kiss is driving her insane. The first one they shared… she wasn't sure if it was her hormones, or emotions, or both…why the hell was she thinking this while they are stranded in a beach? Why was she thinking about this PERIOD? At least Remy was focused to get out and find Emma and rescue Vincent…
Remy smiled. "Yes! Alright, you t'ink it'll work now, Bishop?"
He clicked a button on the com-link. Static was heard. He smiled. "It's a start." He began adjusting the circuitry. The static still remained. "A little bit more adjustments?"
Remy sighed and shook his head. "Here, mon ami." He grabbed the com- link and took out one of the wires. He replaced it in, and the static was barely even there. Remy smirked. "Dat's outta do it. Keep on tryin', Bishop."
Kitty came back. "This stinks! I hate gathering food! Next time… PIETRO does it!"
Pietro opened one eye from his slumber. "Oh, thanks, Kitty. I'll take that to recognition."
Betsy grabbed an apple from the pile of fruit Kitty brought. She looked at Rogue… who was playing with the cards Remy left in his trench coat pocket. Betsy sighed and closed her eyes. Hopefully they'd get the heck out. She moved her eyes towards Morph… he looked around himself like he knew this place… but he remained silent. This place… … … … could it be…?
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Yep, that's it for now… my computer crashed, and so I have to use another one. The next chapter might not come for a while… maybe longer than usual… that's why I'm expecting REVIEWS! ~_^ Have a good day, y'all! 'Till next time!
NEXT CHAPTER
CHAPTER THIRTY: LAND FAR AWAY