"I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you.
I breathe you, I taste you, I will die without you."
Rogue grimaced as the radio played on and on, the song never seeming to end. Rain was beating down hard on the windshield and the sun was beginning to creep up into the sky, the clouds turning a blood red.
Rogue didn't need Remy. She'd thought this way before of course, whenever he'd hurt her or said nasty things to her. He always managed to fuck everything up, it's just this time was one time too many. Why didn't he understand? Sure, she always said she hated the X-men, but that was just the way she was. She didn't really mean it. She'd just built up this wall and when it was finally coming down. she had to make a new one. This one was more painful. It was a wall to keep out Remy.
Suddenly there was a flash of red and blue in Rogue's front mirror. Shit, she thought. Now the cops? This is one hell of a night. She pulled over, hoping to god that a license wasn't necessary, because she'd left her fake ID at the mansion. She rolled down the window as a tall man got out and walked towards her, the rain splattering against the cop's hat brim.
"Can ah help you officah?" Rogue said in her sweetest voice, "ah wasn't goin' ovah the speed limit was ah?" She couldn't see past the end of his hat but she heard a slight grunt come from the officer. Her smile disappeared.
"This. uh. vehicle. was reported stolen." The officer said. Shit, Rogue cursed under her breath. Stupid swamp rat, bringing the cops into this.
"Well, ah was just takin' care of it for a friend. his name's Lebeau. Remy Lebeau. he told me to take it to mah home until he could pick it up." Rogue tried to look as if this story wasn't new or interesting, like she'd been told to say it. Another grunt came from the officer.
"Can I see your lisence?" Shit.
"Actually Officah, ah. ah left it at home. if you could just escort me there. ah'd bring it out to ya." the cop shook his head and began to open the door, his other hand reaching behind him for his handcuffs. Rogue thought quickly and acted even faster. Before the cop had time to think, Rogue had kicked him in the stomach, throwing him into a ditch. Rogue jumped out of the car, grabbed her grubby old bag and ran across the street and down a dark alley.
Soon after Rogue was out of sight the officer scrambled back into his car and picked up the radio. "I need back up. On the corner of 5th and Bank. Now!"
Rogue backed into the wall of the back entrance of Shirley's a local restaurant. The rain was coming down harder than ever and now Rogue was drenched from head to toe. She quickly went into the back door of an apartment building, just as a police patroller drove by.
20 minutes later, Rogue resurfaced, except she didn't look like Rogue. She had on a pink dress, a beige jacket, a pair of fishnet stockings and a pair of black boots. She also had on a blonde wig and had taken off all her usually dark make up. She ran out onto the street and then into Shirley's.
The place was very debonair and Rogue felt a bit out of place. But then she remembered that she didn't look like Rogue anymore and felt a bit more free to act in a different way. Have a little fun by being someone else. How often had she wished she could be more like Jean or Kitty? And now that the police were looking for her and she'd have to lie low before she could go on to rescue the X-men.
Threw the clinking of wine glasses and the soft classical music playing, Rogue heard a familiar laugh. She turned and saw Remy, sitting in a booth surrounded by women and sipping white wine, a smirk plastered on his face. Rogue's cheeks flared up and she felt herself glaring at the three women surrounding him. They all looked like whores, two with black hair one with an ugly sort of bleach blonde.
"Can I help you hunny?" Rogue turned to face a rather plump bartender, her hair done up like a bee hive and wearing a rather unflattering evening dress. Rogue smiled nervously.
"Just a margarita thanks." Rogue said in a sweet tone before looking back at Remy. The bartender noticed and raised a thickly penciled eyebrow.
"So that kid's got another fan has he?" she said as she mixed a few more drinks. Rogue turned away from Remy and smiled a bit. "You could get him hunny. You're better than them white trash sluts. Minute they came in they were all over him like me on a cupcake." She laughed. Obviously she wasn't embarrassed by her weight problem. "You look like you're a high class one. Pretty too. I'm sure you'd have him whipped like a meringue pie."
"Ah dunno. Ah don't find him all that attractive."
"And you have a southern accent to boot. You must be swimming in guys." The bartender winked. Rogue smiled. This was definitely boosting her self esteem. She sipped her drink and looked around, until she heard the phone from behind the counter ring.
"Hello?" said the plump bartender. "She's not here today. well I don't know that kid is more unpredictable than the weather in this deadbeat town." Rogue listened more intently. "Well I'll call her tomorrow. If Stokely doesn't come in she'll just be fired."
Stokely? Rogue felt a pang of guilt streak threw her. Stokely was probably getting a beat down right now from Kerri and Adam. No matter how she looked at it. They needed her now. Not hiding out in some bar or restaurant downtown but wherever Kerri was hiding them. She had to leave now.
"Here." Rogue pushed some money across the counter to the bartender.
"Leaving so soon? Oh well, since the Cajun boy left, I suppose it is a bit boring around here." Rogue turned to the booth. The three girls were still there, but Remy was gone. Rogue picked up her bag and walked towards the entrance, walked out onto the sidewalk and signaled for a cab.
"Chere not gonna stay and finish her drink?" Rogue turned to face Remy, a familiar smirk on his face. "Petite did not think that such a disguise would conceal her beauty from Remy." Rogue smiled inwardly. But on the outside she simply shrugged him off. Remy smiled and removed her wig, and delicately kissed her, almost so gently that Rogue barely felt it. "Chere looks prettier when she is herself." Rogue blushed but then turned quite pale as the cop car pulled up in front of her.
A very batter and angry cop rushed out of the car, pointing a gun at them. Remy raised his hands jokingly.
"Don't shoot! Didn't know talking on a sidewalk wit'out signaling wasn' legal." The cop moved forward and cuffed Rogue. "Goodnight chere."
"Remy ya'll set me up!" She said as she was lowered into the car. "You bastard!"
"Be safe in jail petite." Remy said softly as the car drove away.
****************************************************************** Rogue was cursing softly in the back seat. Why was Remy so god damned manipulating? She watched as downtown passed by and the car stopped in front of the old Opera theater. Rogue looked around, confused. This was the opposite direction from the police station. She'd been there before and knew the route.
"Hey where are you going?" Rogue said as the cop got out of the car and walked into the theater. Rogue watched, while struggling against the cuffs. What the fuck was going on. This was all too weird to end up well. Then finally 5 minutes later, Rogue's worst fears were confirmed. Out walked a petite figure clad in a long leather trench coat and looking thoroughly pissed. Yes, Kerri was heading right for the car, Adam close behind.
************************************************************************ Told ya it'd become more interesting! Well I thought that was interesting. And did Remy really send Rogue into a trap?!?!?! Say it aint so! Well now that I have your attention! I'll be updating soon. or will I? I hope I'm doing good, and that I'm back into my writing groove. bad opinions are welcome. ( if u really must. ( I hope everybody is happy with the story to date.. I'm making it as interesting as I can! Love u all! ~ Stokes ~
Rogue grimaced as the radio played on and on, the song never seeming to end. Rain was beating down hard on the windshield and the sun was beginning to creep up into the sky, the clouds turning a blood red.
Rogue didn't need Remy. She'd thought this way before of course, whenever he'd hurt her or said nasty things to her. He always managed to fuck everything up, it's just this time was one time too many. Why didn't he understand? Sure, she always said she hated the X-men, but that was just the way she was. She didn't really mean it. She'd just built up this wall and when it was finally coming down. she had to make a new one. This one was more painful. It was a wall to keep out Remy.
Suddenly there was a flash of red and blue in Rogue's front mirror. Shit, she thought. Now the cops? This is one hell of a night. She pulled over, hoping to god that a license wasn't necessary, because she'd left her fake ID at the mansion. She rolled down the window as a tall man got out and walked towards her, the rain splattering against the cop's hat brim.
"Can ah help you officah?" Rogue said in her sweetest voice, "ah wasn't goin' ovah the speed limit was ah?" She couldn't see past the end of his hat but she heard a slight grunt come from the officer. Her smile disappeared.
"This. uh. vehicle. was reported stolen." The officer said. Shit, Rogue cursed under her breath. Stupid swamp rat, bringing the cops into this.
"Well, ah was just takin' care of it for a friend. his name's Lebeau. Remy Lebeau. he told me to take it to mah home until he could pick it up." Rogue tried to look as if this story wasn't new or interesting, like she'd been told to say it. Another grunt came from the officer.
"Can I see your lisence?" Shit.
"Actually Officah, ah. ah left it at home. if you could just escort me there. ah'd bring it out to ya." the cop shook his head and began to open the door, his other hand reaching behind him for his handcuffs. Rogue thought quickly and acted even faster. Before the cop had time to think, Rogue had kicked him in the stomach, throwing him into a ditch. Rogue jumped out of the car, grabbed her grubby old bag and ran across the street and down a dark alley.
Soon after Rogue was out of sight the officer scrambled back into his car and picked up the radio. "I need back up. On the corner of 5th and Bank. Now!"
Rogue backed into the wall of the back entrance of Shirley's a local restaurant. The rain was coming down harder than ever and now Rogue was drenched from head to toe. She quickly went into the back door of an apartment building, just as a police patroller drove by.
20 minutes later, Rogue resurfaced, except she didn't look like Rogue. She had on a pink dress, a beige jacket, a pair of fishnet stockings and a pair of black boots. She also had on a blonde wig and had taken off all her usually dark make up. She ran out onto the street and then into Shirley's.
The place was very debonair and Rogue felt a bit out of place. But then she remembered that she didn't look like Rogue anymore and felt a bit more free to act in a different way. Have a little fun by being someone else. How often had she wished she could be more like Jean or Kitty? And now that the police were looking for her and she'd have to lie low before she could go on to rescue the X-men.
Threw the clinking of wine glasses and the soft classical music playing, Rogue heard a familiar laugh. She turned and saw Remy, sitting in a booth surrounded by women and sipping white wine, a smirk plastered on his face. Rogue's cheeks flared up and she felt herself glaring at the three women surrounding him. They all looked like whores, two with black hair one with an ugly sort of bleach blonde.
"Can I help you hunny?" Rogue turned to face a rather plump bartender, her hair done up like a bee hive and wearing a rather unflattering evening dress. Rogue smiled nervously.
"Just a margarita thanks." Rogue said in a sweet tone before looking back at Remy. The bartender noticed and raised a thickly penciled eyebrow.
"So that kid's got another fan has he?" she said as she mixed a few more drinks. Rogue turned away from Remy and smiled a bit. "You could get him hunny. You're better than them white trash sluts. Minute they came in they were all over him like me on a cupcake." She laughed. Obviously she wasn't embarrassed by her weight problem. "You look like you're a high class one. Pretty too. I'm sure you'd have him whipped like a meringue pie."
"Ah dunno. Ah don't find him all that attractive."
"And you have a southern accent to boot. You must be swimming in guys." The bartender winked. Rogue smiled. This was definitely boosting her self esteem. She sipped her drink and looked around, until she heard the phone from behind the counter ring.
"Hello?" said the plump bartender. "She's not here today. well I don't know that kid is more unpredictable than the weather in this deadbeat town." Rogue listened more intently. "Well I'll call her tomorrow. If Stokely doesn't come in she'll just be fired."
Stokely? Rogue felt a pang of guilt streak threw her. Stokely was probably getting a beat down right now from Kerri and Adam. No matter how she looked at it. They needed her now. Not hiding out in some bar or restaurant downtown but wherever Kerri was hiding them. She had to leave now.
"Here." Rogue pushed some money across the counter to the bartender.
"Leaving so soon? Oh well, since the Cajun boy left, I suppose it is a bit boring around here." Rogue turned to the booth. The three girls were still there, but Remy was gone. Rogue picked up her bag and walked towards the entrance, walked out onto the sidewalk and signaled for a cab.
"Chere not gonna stay and finish her drink?" Rogue turned to face Remy, a familiar smirk on his face. "Petite did not think that such a disguise would conceal her beauty from Remy." Rogue smiled inwardly. But on the outside she simply shrugged him off. Remy smiled and removed her wig, and delicately kissed her, almost so gently that Rogue barely felt it. "Chere looks prettier when she is herself." Rogue blushed but then turned quite pale as the cop car pulled up in front of her.
A very batter and angry cop rushed out of the car, pointing a gun at them. Remy raised his hands jokingly.
"Don't shoot! Didn't know talking on a sidewalk wit'out signaling wasn' legal." The cop moved forward and cuffed Rogue. "Goodnight chere."
"Remy ya'll set me up!" She said as she was lowered into the car. "You bastard!"
"Be safe in jail petite." Remy said softly as the car drove away.
****************************************************************** Rogue was cursing softly in the back seat. Why was Remy so god damned manipulating? She watched as downtown passed by and the car stopped in front of the old Opera theater. Rogue looked around, confused. This was the opposite direction from the police station. She'd been there before and knew the route.
"Hey where are you going?" Rogue said as the cop got out of the car and walked into the theater. Rogue watched, while struggling against the cuffs. What the fuck was going on. This was all too weird to end up well. Then finally 5 minutes later, Rogue's worst fears were confirmed. Out walked a petite figure clad in a long leather trench coat and looking thoroughly pissed. Yes, Kerri was heading right for the car, Adam close behind.
************************************************************************ Told ya it'd become more interesting! Well I thought that was interesting. And did Remy really send Rogue into a trap?!?!?! Say it aint so! Well now that I have your attention! I'll be updating soon. or will I? I hope I'm doing good, and that I'm back into my writing groove. bad opinions are welcome. ( if u really must. ( I hope everybody is happy with the story to date.. I'm making it as interesting as I can! Love u all! ~ Stokes ~