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Chapter 2
The profesor mentally pushed his wheelchair into the dinning room and looked at his students
sitting around the table. Growing up as a boy he was taught to never eat unless all the family
was present. He saw two missing: Kurt and Rogue.
The former appeared within seconds in a puff of smoke.
"Sorry I am late, profesor."
"Forgiven, Kurt." He looked around and saw all the young faces staring at him."As soon
as Rogue gets here, we can all eat." He smiled and searched out her mind in the mansion. Finding
nothing in her room, the library, or any room he frowned.
"Is anything wrong, Profesor?"
Jean tilted her head and looked worriedly at the man.
"Hmmm...I can't seem to find Rogue anywhere."
Scott looked up from his plate. "She said she was walking home with a friend today.
I thought she had come home already."
Xavier leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin.
"I'm going to see if I can find her on Cerebro. You may start eating now if you like."
The students were all to happy to oblige as the profesor wheeled himself out of
the room. He was sure Rogue was find and had just forgotten to call. But of course, this was
Rogue and she never called.
As the scanner passed over his eye he sighed at all the troubles this girl was.
Occasionaly she would open up to the team, but for the most part she would stay behind
the dark clothes and the loud music. He hoped one day the X-men would reach her.
The first blow had really sent her mind realing. Duncan had pounded the bar into her
side with all his might. She was sure that her ribs were broken from the pain that grew every
time she took a breath.
The Rogue was also sure of something else: that she would die in that alley.
She had tried pulling the clothes away from her skin, but the boys held tight to
the clothed part of her body.
If they didn't decide to stop, she would be killed in that dark alley way.
"Ya know..." Duncan rammed the bar on her knee, "I would never do this to a girl."
He hit her in the arm and then on the side of her abdomen.
"But I guess you wouldn't qualify, would you?"
The two teens holding her down laughed as Duncan threw blow after blow to her small
form.
For the first time in a long time Rogue let out a whimper. And a tear made it's way
down her cheek. Blinking didn't keep back the rest of the tears that flowed down her cheek
and Duncan raised the bar above his head and smiled down at her.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tears won't do anything now. It's too late for apologies."
He smiled as he brough his arms back. This would be the last. A hard blow to her head
would knock her unconscious. And if he were lucky it would teach her never to mess with him
again. If it didn't? Well, he had no problem teaching this lesson to her again.
As he brought the bar down he felt eyes watching him.
He stopped the bar a mere foot from her face and turned around.
Not seeing anything he picked up the bar again and made to finish his project.
This time he felt more then just eyes on him. With a flash of light the bar was
knocked from his hands and the football player was knocked to his back.
Tim and Joe were soon to follow as a mysterious explosion blasted them into the wall
behind them. The two fell in a heap, unconscious.
With a hand on his head Duncan got to his feet and groaned.
He looked and saw his friends knocked out. There, kneeling by the girl was a boy.
In one hand he held the girl's hand and in the other was what appeared to be a deck of playing
cards.
The new boy kissed the girl's gloved hand and layed it on her stomach.
"Non, Cherie, do not judge all of us like homme over there."
The newcomer stood up and faced the confused quarterback.
"What you done to Cherie over here ain't cool wit' Remy."
Duncan smiled, "Who's Remy?"
The boy laughed and reached up for the sunglasses he wore over his eyes. With one
movement he pulled them off.
Duncan stepped back and blinked. The boy's eyes were like nothing he had ever seen.
Black on red. He hopped to God they were contacts, otherwise it was just wrong.
"I think you have other things to worry about 'den je m'appelle, homme." the boy smirked,
"you should worry more about runnin'."
As most egotistical, hard headed teeners had done before him, he let this chance of esape
pass him.
"So you can take down two of the weaker members of Bayville's football team. You won't
be so lucky with me."
In a mad dash he lifted the bar once more above his head and aimed for the boy's head. To
the boy Duncan's movement were slow and miscalculated. He easily dodged to his left and let the
muscular youth stumble.
The rescuer didn't expect a quick comeback and missed the circular motion Duncan made.
The pipe landed hard on Remy's side and for just a moment he let the pain show on his face.
He sucked in a breath of air and then pulled out a few of his cards. One after another he threw
down at Duncan's feet. Within seconds they started glowing. Duncan, not used to this attack
only stared at the cards untill it was too late. They exploded and the football star's legs
were caught up in fire.
Duncan's hands were running up and down his legs putting out the small fires. His legs were bloodied and
the jeans he was wearing were singed and clinging to his burnt flesh.
Quickly he reassesed the situation and turned toward the street.
Duncan started to dash out of the alley. He ran into trash cans
and stumbled on pieces of newspaper but made it to the end of the alley. He didn't get a
chance to get any further. A mysterious Queen of Hearts made it's way in front of him and
promply exploded. Sending the athletic young man flying into the sidewalk where all that
waited for him was unconsciousness.
Remy smiled at his work and turned his attention back to the girl lying on the ground.
The girl was starting to get bruises on the little patches of exposed skin. He reached out his
calloused hand to touch her arms when suddenly she grabbed his arm with her covered hand.
"Don' touch me." her eyes were open, but she was in obvious pain. The threat inher voice was
shadowed by the raw suffering.
He frowned at her and put his sunglasses.
"Calm yourself, ma cherie. Remy only want to help."
She stared at him and shook her head.
"Ya' don' understand." she coughed and felt the pain through her ribs. She felt odd
sensations in her stomach and all over. More then her ribs were broken. Any attempt to move
her right arm shot pain all through her arm. "People." she winced, "people get hurt when they
touch me."
He couldn't help but smile.
"Remy understand. But he got to get pettite cherie to a hospital."
Rogue's eyes widened and she turned her head to face him. Using all the muscles she
had gained while becoming and X-men she lifted herself up into a sitting position.
Remy was kneeling by her and gently placed his hand on her shoulders. Girls: the could
never do anything the easy way.
"I can't got to a hospital." Her Mississippi accent growing stronger as her pain
and anger increased.
"Alright, oui. But where Remy gonna take you?"
"Just help me up and I can make it on my own."
For his part Remy had had quite a few encounters with girls. One of the best ways to
get them to do something was to either knock them unconscious or let them believe it was
their idea.
He offered the girl his hand and gently lifted her to her feet. Gently wasn't gentle
enough apparently.
Rogue clutched her stomach and doubled over. As she stumbled Remy was at her side and
caught her up in his arms.
She let her arms go limp and felt the pain turn to a fine, dark cloud that was slowly
covering her eyes.
"Please..." she swallowed and let her head roll back, "Xavier...Institute."
Remy watched as her eyes closed. He leaned his ear down over her lips and felt her breath
on his ear.
"Oui, mon pettite. Xavier institue it is."
another one of those. I don't own nothin'
Chapter 2
The profesor mentally pushed his wheelchair into the dinning room and looked at his students
sitting around the table. Growing up as a boy he was taught to never eat unless all the family
was present. He saw two missing: Kurt and Rogue.
The former appeared within seconds in a puff of smoke.
"Sorry I am late, profesor."
"Forgiven, Kurt." He looked around and saw all the young faces staring at him."As soon
as Rogue gets here, we can all eat." He smiled and searched out her mind in the mansion. Finding
nothing in her room, the library, or any room he frowned.
"Is anything wrong, Profesor?"
Jean tilted her head and looked worriedly at the man.
"Hmmm...I can't seem to find Rogue anywhere."
Scott looked up from his plate. "She said she was walking home with a friend today.
I thought she had come home already."
Xavier leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin.
"I'm going to see if I can find her on Cerebro. You may start eating now if you like."
The students were all to happy to oblige as the profesor wheeled himself out of
the room. He was sure Rogue was find and had just forgotten to call. But of course, this was
Rogue and she never called.
As the scanner passed over his eye he sighed at all the troubles this girl was.
Occasionaly she would open up to the team, but for the most part she would stay behind
the dark clothes and the loud music. He hoped one day the X-men would reach her.
The first blow had really sent her mind realing. Duncan had pounded the bar into her
side with all his might. She was sure that her ribs were broken from the pain that grew every
time she took a breath.
The Rogue was also sure of something else: that she would die in that alley.
She had tried pulling the clothes away from her skin, but the boys held tight to
the clothed part of her body.
If they didn't decide to stop, she would be killed in that dark alley way.
"Ya know..." Duncan rammed the bar on her knee, "I would never do this to a girl."
He hit her in the arm and then on the side of her abdomen.
"But I guess you wouldn't qualify, would you?"
The two teens holding her down laughed as Duncan threw blow after blow to her small
form.
For the first time in a long time Rogue let out a whimper. And a tear made it's way
down her cheek. Blinking didn't keep back the rest of the tears that flowed down her cheek
and Duncan raised the bar above his head and smiled down at her.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tears won't do anything now. It's too late for apologies."
He smiled as he brough his arms back. This would be the last. A hard blow to her head
would knock her unconscious. And if he were lucky it would teach her never to mess with him
again. If it didn't? Well, he had no problem teaching this lesson to her again.
As he brought the bar down he felt eyes watching him.
He stopped the bar a mere foot from her face and turned around.
Not seeing anything he picked up the bar again and made to finish his project.
This time he felt more then just eyes on him. With a flash of light the bar was
knocked from his hands and the football player was knocked to his back.
Tim and Joe were soon to follow as a mysterious explosion blasted them into the wall
behind them. The two fell in a heap, unconscious.
With a hand on his head Duncan got to his feet and groaned.
He looked and saw his friends knocked out. There, kneeling by the girl was a boy.
In one hand he held the girl's hand and in the other was what appeared to be a deck of playing
cards.
The new boy kissed the girl's gloved hand and layed it on her stomach.
"Non, Cherie, do not judge all of us like homme over there."
The newcomer stood up and faced the confused quarterback.
"What you done to Cherie over here ain't cool wit' Remy."
Duncan smiled, "Who's Remy?"
The boy laughed and reached up for the sunglasses he wore over his eyes. With one
movement he pulled them off.
Duncan stepped back and blinked. The boy's eyes were like nothing he had ever seen.
Black on red. He hopped to God they were contacts, otherwise it was just wrong.
"I think you have other things to worry about 'den je m'appelle, homme." the boy smirked,
"you should worry more about runnin'."
As most egotistical, hard headed teeners had done before him, he let this chance of esape
pass him.
"So you can take down two of the weaker members of Bayville's football team. You won't
be so lucky with me."
In a mad dash he lifted the bar once more above his head and aimed for the boy's head. To
the boy Duncan's movement were slow and miscalculated. He easily dodged to his left and let the
muscular youth stumble.
The rescuer didn't expect a quick comeback and missed the circular motion Duncan made.
The pipe landed hard on Remy's side and for just a moment he let the pain show on his face.
He sucked in a breath of air and then pulled out a few of his cards. One after another he threw
down at Duncan's feet. Within seconds they started glowing. Duncan, not used to this attack
only stared at the cards untill it was too late. They exploded and the football star's legs
were caught up in fire.
Duncan's hands were running up and down his legs putting out the small fires. His legs were bloodied and
the jeans he was wearing were singed and clinging to his burnt flesh.
Quickly he reassesed the situation and turned toward the street.
Duncan started to dash out of the alley. He ran into trash cans
and stumbled on pieces of newspaper but made it to the end of the alley. He didn't get a
chance to get any further. A mysterious Queen of Hearts made it's way in front of him and
promply exploded. Sending the athletic young man flying into the sidewalk where all that
waited for him was unconsciousness.
Remy smiled at his work and turned his attention back to the girl lying on the ground.
The girl was starting to get bruises on the little patches of exposed skin. He reached out his
calloused hand to touch her arms when suddenly she grabbed his arm with her covered hand.
"Don' touch me." her eyes were open, but she was in obvious pain. The threat inher voice was
shadowed by the raw suffering.
He frowned at her and put his sunglasses.
"Calm yourself, ma cherie. Remy only want to help."
She stared at him and shook her head.
"Ya' don' understand." she coughed and felt the pain through her ribs. She felt odd
sensations in her stomach and all over. More then her ribs were broken. Any attempt to move
her right arm shot pain all through her arm. "People." she winced, "people get hurt when they
touch me."
He couldn't help but smile.
"Remy understand. But he got to get pettite cherie to a hospital."
Rogue's eyes widened and she turned her head to face him. Using all the muscles she
had gained while becoming and X-men she lifted herself up into a sitting position.
Remy was kneeling by her and gently placed his hand on her shoulders. Girls: the could
never do anything the easy way.
"I can't got to a hospital." Her Mississippi accent growing stronger as her pain
and anger increased.
"Alright, oui. But where Remy gonna take you?"
"Just help me up and I can make it on my own."
For his part Remy had had quite a few encounters with girls. One of the best ways to
get them to do something was to either knock them unconscious or let them believe it was
their idea.
He offered the girl his hand and gently lifted her to her feet. Gently wasn't gentle
enough apparently.
Rogue clutched her stomach and doubled over. As she stumbled Remy was at her side and
caught her up in his arms.
She let her arms go limp and felt the pain turn to a fine, dark cloud that was slowly
covering her eyes.
"Please..." she swallowed and let her head roll back, "Xavier...Institute."
Remy watched as her eyes closed. He leaned his ear down over her lips and felt her breath
on his ear.
"Oui, mon pettite. Xavier institue it is."