Chapter 4 of 12
"Breathing You In"
By: RogueBHS
A/N: Here's chapter 4. Hope you like! Thanks to "Carrie" for the band name!
"Its been so long since you went away
And I know things will never be the same
I'll break it all down so it won't show too clear
But all the while I'm wishing you were here."
"Breathing You In" By Sevenchannels
Tabitha plopped rather uncerimoniously onto the soft-looking bed she had claimed as her own. After a brief look around outside, she and Amara had concluded they couldn't be further away from civilization if they tried. But for a change, the lack of people didn't bother Tabby. It had been one hell of a day, and it didn't seem to be ready to end. Glancing up when the door to the room opened, she remembered she wasn't the only one who wasn't their normal, hyper self that day. Kitty seemed so down it was as if nothing could cheer her up again. As Jean walked in behind the Indiana-born valley-girl, Tabitha had to admit she was surprised to see that Jean had obviously been crying.
Getting Kitty's attention, Tabby patted the spot next to her on the bed. When the brunette took a seat, Tabby put a friendly arm around her. Jean took a seat on the other side of Kitty without asking Tabitha's permission, but she didn't care, not right now. "Come on, Kitty. Its like Storm said...we'll get them back."
Jean nodded in agreement, silently hoping it would be sooner than later. "Don't worry about it right now Kitty. All of them are strong, and for all we know, they've already broken out and are safe."
Kitty sniffled, trying not to cry again and looked up at the redhead, then to the blonde. "You guys are right...but...I still miss them."
Jean looked at Tabitha over Kitty's head as she gave the younger girl a hug. "We all do Kitty. We all do."
"In my dreams I can see and feel your face
But next to me sets an empty space
Sometimes life doesn't make any sense to me
I need some time to heal and some space to breathe"
"Breathing You In" By Sevenchannels
Scott let out a heavy breath, then glanced behind him as Lance tossed a bag on the other bed in the room. The two seniors had actually volunteered to share a room with eachother, which was a bit of a surprise. But in reality, the two had a reason for it. They were the leaders of their teams, and both had lost members they cared about. Including a mutual friend...Rogue.
As Lance had put it, Rogue was the original Brotherhood-girl, and she would always have a place with them if she wanted it. Both Scott and Lance thought of the younger Goth girl as a sister, and a close friend with whom they could share secrets. With Lance, Rogue was a tough- girl, but he knew that she had a soft-side. It showed in the way she put up with the younger students at Xavier's, especially Jamie.
Scott knew the soft side better than Lance, which would've surprised both boys. Scott had seen her ruffle Jamie's hair and smile at him when she thought no one was looking. Because of it, Jamie adored Rogue in return. Shifting his thoughts away from Rogue, Cyclops started unpacking with his back to Lance, only looking up when their other roommate, Kurt, entered.
It was no surprise to see that Kurt had been crying as well. While he may be a goofball, Scott understood that he was sensitive about his appearence and had been close to the X-men who had been taken, as they all were.
All three turned when they noticed Ororo in the doorway. "Is something wrong, Storm?"
Storm turned her gaze to look at Scott, and shook her head. "No. Nothing is wrong, but once everyone is settled, Mystique has agreed to tell us all of what she knows. I would prefer it if everyone is present for this."
Lance nodded. "If the blue-bitch is gonna spill, I'll be there."
Ororo fixed her eyes on Lance. "I beg your pardon?"
Lance had the curtisy to look sheepish. "Sorry. I meant to say Mystique."
Shaking her head, Storm forced a smile. "I'm sure you did."
"I'm Breathing you in and i'm breathing you out
I'm breathing you in and I'm breathing you out
I'm breathing you in and I'm breathing you out
I'm breathing you in and I'm breathing you out
I'm breathing you in ohh yeah...
As I lay on the floor and I wonder why
The question lingers why did you die
I thank god for you and the memories
But I still wish you were here with me"
"Breathing You In" By Sevenchannels
Red glowing eyes burned brighter as a young woman's scream ripped through the hallways of the building. It had been easy to get inside, for the security was inadiquate at best. Now for the hard part though. To his left, the dark figure noticed a row of cages, like those one might put a large animal in. The glowing eyes allowed for excelent night vision, and thus the figure could see the contents of the cages.
One was filled almost to over-flowing with a mammoth of a young man who was quite obviously sedated. Another contained a smaller young man with dark skin that was scratched something awful; he was sedated as well. But if the rattling of the bars of the next cage was any indication, its prisoner wasn't sedated. The growling sent shivers up the young Cajun's spine as he peered into the last cage were a pair of dark eyes looked back at him with venom.
The rattling of the other cage stopped, and a low growling voice spoke. "What are ya doin' here boy? Tryin' t' make things worse?"
Logan saw the mutant boy shake his head. "Non. I be tryin' t' get you outta 'ere mon ami." Looking in the next cage, he realized the main one he had hoped to rescue wasn't there. "Where's de girl?"
"They took 'er. It was her who screamed, damn them."
The glow of the red eyes took on a dangerous gleam as the young mutant put his hands on the bars, heating them to the point the metal was flexible and bent under his above average strength. "'Ere we go. You get de other's out, eh? I get de girl an' meet you outside."
Logan raised an eyebrow at the Cajun. "An' why should I trust you, kid?"
"Cause you don' 'ave much of a choice. De femme be in good hands, dat I promise."
As he slashed through the bars of Beast's cage, Logan growled lowly, not liking this. "You bring her back in one piece, or you'll be in a million."
"If I don' get her t' you in one piece, den I let you make a million of me, and den some."
Logan got no chance to respond, because the Cajun was running silently towards the labs and Rogue.
"Don't run away and I'll pray for the strength to
The strength to carry on
Cause I'm breathing you in and I'm breathing you out
I still feel you though you're gone..."
"Breathing You In" By Sevenchannels
Rogue blinked against the lights as she came to. She felt different, and not necessarily in a good way. The smile on Trask's face only made her feel worse.
"And how are you feeling, brat?"
Those stormy green-gray eyes seemed more vibrant as she looked up at him. "What did ya do t' meh?"
Trask pointed to the other table, only one and a half feet away from Rogue on her left, and Rogue screamed. A once lively blonde, who couldn't have been much older than Rogue herself, lay there, quite pale, and quite dead. Looking back up at Trask, Rogue's voice quivered as she spoke. "How...how could ya? She's no oldah than meh!"
"Younger by roughly a year I imagine, actually." Trask smirked in satisfaction, not knowing of the young blonde's powers. "You, my dear, are now officially a murderess."
The Cajun voice from the door caught him unaware, and sent Trask stumbling in surprise.
"Leave de femme alone, mon ami. Otherwise you pay de price."
Realizing he had been scared by a boy, Trask's face hardened. "How did you get in here, you..." Those eyes on the boy weren't human, Trask realized, and paled. The boy looked a bit like a demon, for his eyes were a burning red on an opaque black iris that stretched past the norm into the whites of his eyes. He moved like one too, and quickly, startling doctors as he knocked them upside the head with a bo-staff that came from nowhere.
Trask's voice was weak and shaky when he met those demon eyes again. "What...who are you?"
The teen boy grinned, leaning on his bo-staff which was planted firmly in a doctor's stomach at the moment to keep him from moving. "De name's Gambit..." A card, the ace of spades, appeared in the teen's hand as mysteriously as the bo-staff had. Without warning, the card began to glow a color somewhere between pink and red, terrifying the doctors in the lab to scattering. "Remember it." The card landed at Trask's feet as the Cajun threw it with a lazy, but amazingly accuracy.
Trask, unfortunately for him, didn't have the sense the doctors he had hired did, and stayed where he was, looking at Gambit in shock. The *boom* sent Trask flying backwards, away from the metal slab Rogue was on. While Trask's scream was still hanging in the air, Gambit moved towards Rogue, and nearly stopped dead when he saw the fear in her green-gray eyes. Retracting the staff and placing it in a pocket in the well-worn brown trenchcoat he was wearing, he held up his hands in a surrender-type gesture. "Don' worry, chere. Gambit jus' tryin' t' 'elp you, eh?"
The girl was obviously unsure, but she spoke, softly. "Help? Ah...Ah thought ya was part o' Magneto's team...th' enemy."
Surprised by the accent, he shruged. "Dat be up t' you, ma belle chere. But your friends already be free, an' I promised de short, hairy one dat I bring you to 'im."
"You...ya set 'em free too?" At Gambit's nod, Rogue bit her lower lip. "Think ya could do somethin' bout these bonds then, Cajun?"
Grinning, the 'Cajun' nodded, then used the same heating trick he had used on Logan's cage at the base of the bonds where they connected to the table. "Dere you go, chere."
"Why do ya keep callin' meh 'chere'?"
He shrugged again, watching as she pulled her arms and legs out of the bonds. "I don' know any ot'er name t' call la belle femme."
"Rogue." At his curious look, she repeated. "Rogue. Ya c'n call meh Rogue."
"Rogue? What kind of name dat be, eh?"
"Ah suppose ya think 'Gambit' is bettah Swamp Rat?"
He grinned at the nickname "swamp rat." "De name's Remy, chere. Remy LeBeau."
A/N: Yeah! I did it! Chapter 4 is finished! WAHOO! One quick question to the other authors on FanFiction.net...do you agree a few of the new "rules" are a bit much? Ok, just had to ask. Anyway, I'm going to TRY to finish up 2 more chapters of my comic-verse X-men story, "Looking Through Your Eyes" before I do another of Drowning. So wish me luck!