Snow in April: A Wedding Story
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG to PG-13 whether there is language or not
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I mention in this story and its chapters.
Chapter Seven: A Perfect Bad Day
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January 18, 2003 9:12 p.m., in my shared room
I woke up this morning to the voice of Kurt, the blue fuzzy one. His voice was loud and shrill, almost like Kitty's. I shuddered as he called me up and said good morning.
"I brought you breakfast," he declared, carrying in a tray of food. I sat up, half awake and looked at the clock. 8 a.m. I remember frowning at him.
"I could get up by myself, ya know," I notified him, and he shook his head. Propping me up with a pillow behind my back, he dropped the tray down on my lap. It was breakfast alright, complete with orange juice, milk, two slices of toast, and cereal. I stared at it dimly, wondering why he had brought it up.
Kurt read my thoughts and answered, "Logan thought you should have it in bed. He thought things were tough for you lately and didn't want to see you stressed."
"Or he didn't want to see me at all," I mumbled. Kurt glanced at me, sternly, and poured syrup on my toast. I looked on, wondering if Remy had told anyone about last night.
Kurt again, read my thoughts. "No one has seen Remy. Though we know he picked you up."
"How?" the question was deliberate. Again, Kurt gave me that definite stern look and said, "He and Jean came home early from the flick show last night. Something about not seeing anything good. Then when we turned on the T.V., there was news on every channel, saying there was a disturbance in the area and," he balled his fists here- "it was caused by mutants."
I looked at him, sadly. There was questioning in his eye, but I tensed and ignored it. No joy in having been defeated right then and there.
"Things...got out of hand," I muttered, and Kurt shrugged.
"So then Remy said he'd go and look for you and Jean offered to come, but he said he'd be all right and left." Again, the questions arose in his eyes and I looked away. "It's all over the news and paper."
I started eating after that, and Kurt teleported out, to say the least. He turned on the T.V. before he left, so there I sat, watching and listening to people cry and the owners cursing "those stupid mutants".
It was like a flashback of the night and I didn't even have to die.
My next visitor was Jean, and to say anything more, she had brought coffee for me. I guess Logan didn't want to send caffeine to me.
She was actually annoyed.
Giving me the coffee, she hugged me, said I looked fine and when I didn't say anything back, left.
Sipping the coffee (it was black), I heard a small squeak, and when I looked up, saw Kitty, leaning on the doorframe with a look of tyranny in her eyes.
"Xavier is making Lance pay for damages," she squeaked in this demented tone. I sipped my coffee and downed it without sputtering.
"Well, all of the damages ARE his fault."
"I tried calling him." Her tone was menacing. "He, like, won't pick up." I saw a shimmer of gold on her neck.
The necklace. From Peter. I guess he had left it somewhere so that Kitty could find it. I sipped again, this time commencing on how strong the coffee really was.
"Nice necklace," I said, and Kitty brought her fingers to it. She gave me a small smile. "It's not from Lance." Her smile disappeared.
A glint of animosity glimmered on her face as she tore it from her neck like a revolting snake about to choke her. I glared at it, my eyes bulging in their sockets.
"You just didn't-" I started. But Kitty wouldn't have any of it.
"I -told- you to tell whoever is sending me these gifts to STOP!" her voice was deluded with shrieks. Then she ran from the room, in tears.
Sipping the coffee comfortably, I muttered to the air, "But I did."
Later, 10:30
I walked over to the phone that sat by the corner of Kitty's bed and pressed the 'messages' button. Thirty-one in all. And not surprisingly, all from John, pleading to give him a second chance. I saw no reason, deleted them all, and jumped back in bed.
12:39, waiting for the bus
Finally felt like coming downstairs, dressed and called Ritzy. She said she'd come over to pick me up and I told her I'd wait by the door. Like last night.
Shaking off the memories, I stood, awkwardly surveying the pictures around the room. Xavier has a dozen alone in the main room. There's a picture of all of the new recruits, the girls, the adults, and then us. I smiled, remembering how each was taken. It was a mess since nobody wanted to snap the picture or ruin it with their powers. But they actually turned out pretty well.
I heard a small rustle from behind and guess who stood there, arms crossed and cold stare tending to penetrate me.
Not Remy, but Evan.
I looked at him with an expressionless face, my mind screaming to smirk and comment, but I pasted my lips together and said not a word. He was the first to break the silence.
"Why'd you do that," he said, his tone so low I almost couldn't hear it.
"Do what?" I asked - astounded by how I sounded casual. I saw his jaw clench beneath the brown of his skin.
"Make another bad name for the mutants?" his question was deplorable. I felt the blood rise to my head for the second time that week.
"I -didn't-, Lance did," I said, and heard a horn beep. Without another word, I quickly turned the knob and stepped outside. The air was chilly - the thermometer read 6 degrees- but it was the air of emancipation from the sharp stabs of painful persecutions I had foresworn my fellow mutants into.
But then, I was free.
I got into Ritzy's car, shivering. She glanced at me and sped out of the mansion's gate.
"Everything fine, Rogue?" she asked, and I looked ahead of myself, noting her tone.
"You're bold to ask such," I told her. Her face was dense, as if chilled to stay that way.
"I called last night. You were out?" I looked at her, realizing I failed to notify her of my date. And then, all of a sudden, I didn't care anymore.
"No, I guess I was sleeping," I lied. I saw Ritzy's brow furrow and she glared ahead with careful examination.
"You're lying." Her accusation was immense. I stared at her sideways.
"What makes you think I --" Then she grabbed something from behind her and dropped it on my lap. It was the Bayville Tribune, with a picture of the damaged Vianne Seaux amidst the falling rain. And faintly, my face in the window. I gawked at it for a moment and read the article aloud. "...happened last night at Magnolia Gardens, four mutants, three male and a fourth female, battled in.." Surprised, I glanced at Ritzy, only to find she had locked her jaw with hard parsimony.
"You're lying," she repeated, her voice dense.
Silence. Deathly silence. It was the silence that comes and echoes in your ear when a switchblade is held to your neck. That kind of silence.
"You never told me you were a mutant." With this confrontation, I slumped back down on my chair, suddenly feeling warm with embarrassment.
"I didn't think you'd understand," I said, quietly. She gripped the wheel, hard.
"Understand?! I'm your friend Rogue, it only makes sense to tell me these things!" her voice rang in my ears like a droning bell. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what to say.
"I was afraid of how you would take it," I muttered. Then I looked at her hard. "You aren't taking it very well."
"Of course not! You never told me..." at that she pulled over and I had a glimpse of the street sign: Vale Barrens.
We were well out of Bayville.
"Get out." Her words were casual yet strong and angered. I hesitated, wishing she would take them back, but grabbed the handle and obeyed. Then she drove off, without another thought to come back.
My best friend ~left~ me.
In six degree's weather, she left me. Now, I have the option of walking back to Bayville or waiting for the bus. Come to think of it, I should best walk on foot so no one would notice me and call the police.
This gets worse by the minute, doesn't it?
7:17 p.m., walking
It has started to snow. I feel like crying, but I'm afraid my tears will get stuck on my face. The worst part is, no one knows where I am - I don't even know!! Street lamps glisten and I can hear the wind blow underneath my coat.
Best friend my butt. No best friend leaves you to walk home more than a dozen miles away in 6 degree weather.
7:24 p.m. still walking
I can't go on. It's too cold. That, and I can't see the time anymore. I can hardly write. I've just stumbled upon Bob's Pub. Hope none of them have seen the paper. Or is too stupid to recognize my face in the picture. Well, here goes nothing.
12:35 a.m., in my shared room
You cannot believe how much serendipity I have right now. I stumbled inside, the wind picking up and the snow becoming heavier, and closed the door almost instantly. Trying not to make much eye contact, I slid into the nearest seat and started scowling and trying to get warm. The pub was loosely lit, the smell of liquor tantalizing in its wake. The clinking of glasses was common and I heard a few shouts and gulps as people staggered in and out. I was lucky to remain unnoticed until someone came to my table, obviously wanting to buy me a drink.
"No thanks," I muttered, trying to get him away. But the guy persisted.
"Aw, now," he said, in this childish manner, "afraid of getting drunk?"
"No," I said, lowly. Then he slid into the seat across from me! I lowered my hood, hoping to shield my identity, but the man caught my gloved hand. He gave it a slight squeeze, and I gasped, remembering. Looking up, I recognized my soon to be savior - John!!
I can't remember a time where I was more relieved to see anyone in my life. He slid in next to me and asked what I was doing here and I just told him to shut up and cried into him. I didn't tell him anything, though. Just cried and cried and finally, when I was done crying, wallowed enough courage to swallow a shot of whiskey, and then I guess, fell asleep. When I awoke, though, John was helping me up, said it was closing time, and led me out. And though it was about midnight with the air stilled with cold, the snow had stopped and the wind had died. John wrapped his own cloak around me and helped me into what I guessed was Magneto's black car (I didn't ask where he managed to get the keys).
He let me fall asleep again, and when he woke me up once more, we were parked outside the gate. Hustling a bit, he asked for the numbers (I think I told him, since he got in), and then he stopped the car again, ready to get out. When he was about to click his side door open, I pulled his arm and told him not now. I saw his smirk and heard the door shut.
Then, silence.
"Are we here?" I remember asking, sleepily. I felt his arm slide around me.
"Yes." Another silence. I leaned into him, again. The more I think about it, the more I realize it all was really comforting. Finally, he told me that I should go, and carried me out.
I don't remember anything else, expect awaking in my own bed. Dern that whiskey.
January 19, 2003 5:45 a.m., in my shared room
I was in the bathroom, throwing up from the shot of whiskey I had the night before, when I paused, gasping for air beside the toilet and heard a shifting of the feet. Afraid someone had heard me, I flushed the toilet and got hold of the counter, before somebody took hold under my arm and said, "Easy, easy, there, Rogue."
I turned, swiftly, too fast for my own head. I held back another vomit and after rinsing my mouth, I leaned against the sink, soberly.
"Well, somebody's been drinking." It wasn't Logan. I felt an arm around me and caught a glint of shining red.
Remy. The last person I wanted to be in the bathroom with me, after I'd just vomited.
"It's not what you think," I muttered, and he shushed me, his hand coming to my head and making me lean against his chest. He rocked me back and forth and I remembering hoping he'd never let me go, that all these problems would just go away. He broke the silence though, whispering why didn't I call. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Why don't you's tell Remy 'bout tonight, huh chere," he crooned, and I exhaled. My breath formed a cloud and I frowned.
I told him. Everything.
I told him how angry Evan was with me, about Ritzy and how she left me in the snow to walk home fourteen miles away, and how I met John at Bob's Pub and how he took me home. Then I felt Remy's arms tighten around me and I slid my head between the nook of his neck, standing like that for a while longer before he scooped me up and carried me back to my bed. Kitty was still sleeping when he laid me down, and for a moment he stayed, his arms still around me. Then I saw his eyes glimmer mysterious scarlet and he lowered his head, his breath on my ear.
"How was John?" the question still looms in my head. I was taken aback for a second and found the moment resentful. His tone was placed like a solemn warning upon deaf ears. I traced the denseness of his face with my eyes and found it almost comforting.
Not like this, I thought of answering.
Then Remy hoisted himself up and I took a long look at him and thought of him like that of a soldier going to battle, whose life was about to be lost.
I knew for some reason, I fell in love with Remy all over again.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked. Remy glared at me and grinned, making me relaxed.
"Remy won tell eh soul." Then he left. Just like that.
Just like that.
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Gecko: Aw, I'm sorry that I won't be able to hear from you again! But I don't think Lance is evil (at least, necessarily). It's very protective of him to go and beat up the person who's trying to squeeze between them. Kitty should feel loved.
Starlightz6: Yes, the ol' I'll-get-yo-someday phrase has really caught up to that Remy of a shumck. And I'm sorry that you can't access Chapter 4... what I DO know is that it does exist...but I don't think you've missed much..
Carla: Thank you so much for putting my story on your favorite's list! Gosh, if I had a nickel everytime I said that... Anyway, I'm glad that you like the defenseless side of Rogue. I mean, c'mon! We need to be realistic. Evo doesn't show it all.
Pyromaniac: Yes, poor everyone. I was a bit critical on what you'd say (figuring your pen name has Pyro in it), but well, John will get a better face next chapter. And thank you as well for putting my story on your favorite's list! Wow, you're not a RoLo fan? O.o Hmph, guess I've been enclosed in my own world long enough. Everyone's gotta different liking, and I ask, why Hank? Just a thought.
Erica: I hope everything you're wondering was answered in this chapters. And I think I've started to put more Romy fluff since I keep getting suggestions on how things would be better off with them together..but ya never know.
Christy S: I just got through reading your lastest review and went, Hold the phone! This whole chapter is worst than the last! But I promise, things should be better in let's say, oh, February?
theroguepheonix: They -might- end up together, or there's a slight chance John can end up with Rogue. Depends on what mood I'm in (J/K)
Evolutionary Spider: Duncan reeks of bad karma. I had to get rid of him. That and because I thought people would be going, "Where's Duncan?" I don't know. Maybe I'll get rid of Scott next. You mean, Remy, right (your last review)?
Evilbon32: Thank you! Though, I have seen a commerical for X:Men Evo this Saturday. Must tape.. And I agree. Remy deserves what Jean throws at him...maybe even more. Again, I'm glad you kept up with this story and hope to hear from you, from all of you, again soon!
Me: I'm so glad you got my gist on how Lance would actually act. I was planning on making people see that side and rage. And I've never heard of Katja, but Koshka in Russian means female cat.
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG to PG-13 whether there is language or not
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I mention in this story and its chapters.
Chapter Seven: A Perfect Bad Day
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January 18, 2003 9:12 p.m., in my shared room
I woke up this morning to the voice of Kurt, the blue fuzzy one. His voice was loud and shrill, almost like Kitty's. I shuddered as he called me up and said good morning.
"I brought you breakfast," he declared, carrying in a tray of food. I sat up, half awake and looked at the clock. 8 a.m. I remember frowning at him.
"I could get up by myself, ya know," I notified him, and he shook his head. Propping me up with a pillow behind my back, he dropped the tray down on my lap. It was breakfast alright, complete with orange juice, milk, two slices of toast, and cereal. I stared at it dimly, wondering why he had brought it up.
Kurt read my thoughts and answered, "Logan thought you should have it in bed. He thought things were tough for you lately and didn't want to see you stressed."
"Or he didn't want to see me at all," I mumbled. Kurt glanced at me, sternly, and poured syrup on my toast. I looked on, wondering if Remy had told anyone about last night.
Kurt again, read my thoughts. "No one has seen Remy. Though we know he picked you up."
"How?" the question was deliberate. Again, Kurt gave me that definite stern look and said, "He and Jean came home early from the flick show last night. Something about not seeing anything good. Then when we turned on the T.V., there was news on every channel, saying there was a disturbance in the area and," he balled his fists here- "it was caused by mutants."
I looked at him, sadly. There was questioning in his eye, but I tensed and ignored it. No joy in having been defeated right then and there.
"Things...got out of hand," I muttered, and Kurt shrugged.
"So then Remy said he'd go and look for you and Jean offered to come, but he said he'd be all right and left." Again, the questions arose in his eyes and I looked away. "It's all over the news and paper."
I started eating after that, and Kurt teleported out, to say the least. He turned on the T.V. before he left, so there I sat, watching and listening to people cry and the owners cursing "those stupid mutants".
It was like a flashback of the night and I didn't even have to die.
My next visitor was Jean, and to say anything more, she had brought coffee for me. I guess Logan didn't want to send caffeine to me.
She was actually annoyed.
Giving me the coffee, she hugged me, said I looked fine and when I didn't say anything back, left.
Sipping the coffee (it was black), I heard a small squeak, and when I looked up, saw Kitty, leaning on the doorframe with a look of tyranny in her eyes.
"Xavier is making Lance pay for damages," she squeaked in this demented tone. I sipped my coffee and downed it without sputtering.
"Well, all of the damages ARE his fault."
"I tried calling him." Her tone was menacing. "He, like, won't pick up." I saw a shimmer of gold on her neck.
The necklace. From Peter. I guess he had left it somewhere so that Kitty could find it. I sipped again, this time commencing on how strong the coffee really was.
"Nice necklace," I said, and Kitty brought her fingers to it. She gave me a small smile. "It's not from Lance." Her smile disappeared.
A glint of animosity glimmered on her face as she tore it from her neck like a revolting snake about to choke her. I glared at it, my eyes bulging in their sockets.
"You just didn't-" I started. But Kitty wouldn't have any of it.
"I -told- you to tell whoever is sending me these gifts to STOP!" her voice was deluded with shrieks. Then she ran from the room, in tears.
Sipping the coffee comfortably, I muttered to the air, "But I did."
Later, 10:30
I walked over to the phone that sat by the corner of Kitty's bed and pressed the 'messages' button. Thirty-one in all. And not surprisingly, all from John, pleading to give him a second chance. I saw no reason, deleted them all, and jumped back in bed.
12:39, waiting for the bus
Finally felt like coming downstairs, dressed and called Ritzy. She said she'd come over to pick me up and I told her I'd wait by the door. Like last night.
Shaking off the memories, I stood, awkwardly surveying the pictures around the room. Xavier has a dozen alone in the main room. There's a picture of all of the new recruits, the girls, the adults, and then us. I smiled, remembering how each was taken. It was a mess since nobody wanted to snap the picture or ruin it with their powers. But they actually turned out pretty well.
I heard a small rustle from behind and guess who stood there, arms crossed and cold stare tending to penetrate me.
Not Remy, but Evan.
I looked at him with an expressionless face, my mind screaming to smirk and comment, but I pasted my lips together and said not a word. He was the first to break the silence.
"Why'd you do that," he said, his tone so low I almost couldn't hear it.
"Do what?" I asked - astounded by how I sounded casual. I saw his jaw clench beneath the brown of his skin.
"Make another bad name for the mutants?" his question was deplorable. I felt the blood rise to my head for the second time that week.
"I -didn't-, Lance did," I said, and heard a horn beep. Without another word, I quickly turned the knob and stepped outside. The air was chilly - the thermometer read 6 degrees- but it was the air of emancipation from the sharp stabs of painful persecutions I had foresworn my fellow mutants into.
But then, I was free.
I got into Ritzy's car, shivering. She glanced at me and sped out of the mansion's gate.
"Everything fine, Rogue?" she asked, and I looked ahead of myself, noting her tone.
"You're bold to ask such," I told her. Her face was dense, as if chilled to stay that way.
"I called last night. You were out?" I looked at her, realizing I failed to notify her of my date. And then, all of a sudden, I didn't care anymore.
"No, I guess I was sleeping," I lied. I saw Ritzy's brow furrow and she glared ahead with careful examination.
"You're lying." Her accusation was immense. I stared at her sideways.
"What makes you think I --" Then she grabbed something from behind her and dropped it on my lap. It was the Bayville Tribune, with a picture of the damaged Vianne Seaux amidst the falling rain. And faintly, my face in the window. I gawked at it for a moment and read the article aloud. "...happened last night at Magnolia Gardens, four mutants, three male and a fourth female, battled in.." Surprised, I glanced at Ritzy, only to find she had locked her jaw with hard parsimony.
"You're lying," she repeated, her voice dense.
Silence. Deathly silence. It was the silence that comes and echoes in your ear when a switchblade is held to your neck. That kind of silence.
"You never told me you were a mutant." With this confrontation, I slumped back down on my chair, suddenly feeling warm with embarrassment.
"I didn't think you'd understand," I said, quietly. She gripped the wheel, hard.
"Understand?! I'm your friend Rogue, it only makes sense to tell me these things!" her voice rang in my ears like a droning bell. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what to say.
"I was afraid of how you would take it," I muttered. Then I looked at her hard. "You aren't taking it very well."
"Of course not! You never told me..." at that she pulled over and I had a glimpse of the street sign: Vale Barrens.
We were well out of Bayville.
"Get out." Her words were casual yet strong and angered. I hesitated, wishing she would take them back, but grabbed the handle and obeyed. Then she drove off, without another thought to come back.
My best friend ~left~ me.
In six degree's weather, she left me. Now, I have the option of walking back to Bayville or waiting for the bus. Come to think of it, I should best walk on foot so no one would notice me and call the police.
This gets worse by the minute, doesn't it?
7:17 p.m., walking
It has started to snow. I feel like crying, but I'm afraid my tears will get stuck on my face. The worst part is, no one knows where I am - I don't even know!! Street lamps glisten and I can hear the wind blow underneath my coat.
Best friend my butt. No best friend leaves you to walk home more than a dozen miles away in 6 degree weather.
7:24 p.m. still walking
I can't go on. It's too cold. That, and I can't see the time anymore. I can hardly write. I've just stumbled upon Bob's Pub. Hope none of them have seen the paper. Or is too stupid to recognize my face in the picture. Well, here goes nothing.
12:35 a.m., in my shared room
You cannot believe how much serendipity I have right now. I stumbled inside, the wind picking up and the snow becoming heavier, and closed the door almost instantly. Trying not to make much eye contact, I slid into the nearest seat and started scowling and trying to get warm. The pub was loosely lit, the smell of liquor tantalizing in its wake. The clinking of glasses was common and I heard a few shouts and gulps as people staggered in and out. I was lucky to remain unnoticed until someone came to my table, obviously wanting to buy me a drink.
"No thanks," I muttered, trying to get him away. But the guy persisted.
"Aw, now," he said, in this childish manner, "afraid of getting drunk?"
"No," I said, lowly. Then he slid into the seat across from me! I lowered my hood, hoping to shield my identity, but the man caught my gloved hand. He gave it a slight squeeze, and I gasped, remembering. Looking up, I recognized my soon to be savior - John!!
I can't remember a time where I was more relieved to see anyone in my life. He slid in next to me and asked what I was doing here and I just told him to shut up and cried into him. I didn't tell him anything, though. Just cried and cried and finally, when I was done crying, wallowed enough courage to swallow a shot of whiskey, and then I guess, fell asleep. When I awoke, though, John was helping me up, said it was closing time, and led me out. And though it was about midnight with the air stilled with cold, the snow had stopped and the wind had died. John wrapped his own cloak around me and helped me into what I guessed was Magneto's black car (I didn't ask where he managed to get the keys).
He let me fall asleep again, and when he woke me up once more, we were parked outside the gate. Hustling a bit, he asked for the numbers (I think I told him, since he got in), and then he stopped the car again, ready to get out. When he was about to click his side door open, I pulled his arm and told him not now. I saw his smirk and heard the door shut.
Then, silence.
"Are we here?" I remember asking, sleepily. I felt his arm slide around me.
"Yes." Another silence. I leaned into him, again. The more I think about it, the more I realize it all was really comforting. Finally, he told me that I should go, and carried me out.
I don't remember anything else, expect awaking in my own bed. Dern that whiskey.
January 19, 2003 5:45 a.m., in my shared room
I was in the bathroom, throwing up from the shot of whiskey I had the night before, when I paused, gasping for air beside the toilet and heard a shifting of the feet. Afraid someone had heard me, I flushed the toilet and got hold of the counter, before somebody took hold under my arm and said, "Easy, easy, there, Rogue."
I turned, swiftly, too fast for my own head. I held back another vomit and after rinsing my mouth, I leaned against the sink, soberly.
"Well, somebody's been drinking." It wasn't Logan. I felt an arm around me and caught a glint of shining red.
Remy. The last person I wanted to be in the bathroom with me, after I'd just vomited.
"It's not what you think," I muttered, and he shushed me, his hand coming to my head and making me lean against his chest. He rocked me back and forth and I remembering hoping he'd never let me go, that all these problems would just go away. He broke the silence though, whispering why didn't I call. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Why don't you's tell Remy 'bout tonight, huh chere," he crooned, and I exhaled. My breath formed a cloud and I frowned.
I told him. Everything.
I told him how angry Evan was with me, about Ritzy and how she left me in the snow to walk home fourteen miles away, and how I met John at Bob's Pub and how he took me home. Then I felt Remy's arms tighten around me and I slid my head between the nook of his neck, standing like that for a while longer before he scooped me up and carried me back to my bed. Kitty was still sleeping when he laid me down, and for a moment he stayed, his arms still around me. Then I saw his eyes glimmer mysterious scarlet and he lowered his head, his breath on my ear.
"How was John?" the question still looms in my head. I was taken aback for a second and found the moment resentful. His tone was placed like a solemn warning upon deaf ears. I traced the denseness of his face with my eyes and found it almost comforting.
Not like this, I thought of answering.
Then Remy hoisted himself up and I took a long look at him and thought of him like that of a soldier going to battle, whose life was about to be lost.
I knew for some reason, I fell in love with Remy all over again.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked. Remy glared at me and grinned, making me relaxed.
"Remy won tell eh soul." Then he left. Just like that.
Just like that.
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Gecko: Aw, I'm sorry that I won't be able to hear from you again! But I don't think Lance is evil (at least, necessarily). It's very protective of him to go and beat up the person who's trying to squeeze between them. Kitty should feel loved.
Starlightz6: Yes, the ol' I'll-get-yo-someday phrase has really caught up to that Remy of a shumck. And I'm sorry that you can't access Chapter 4... what I DO know is that it does exist...but I don't think you've missed much..
Carla: Thank you so much for putting my story on your favorite's list! Gosh, if I had a nickel everytime I said that... Anyway, I'm glad that you like the defenseless side of Rogue. I mean, c'mon! We need to be realistic. Evo doesn't show it all.
Pyromaniac: Yes, poor everyone. I was a bit critical on what you'd say (figuring your pen name has Pyro in it), but well, John will get a better face next chapter. And thank you as well for putting my story on your favorite's list! Wow, you're not a RoLo fan? O.o Hmph, guess I've been enclosed in my own world long enough. Everyone's gotta different liking, and I ask, why Hank? Just a thought.
Erica: I hope everything you're wondering was answered in this chapters. And I think I've started to put more Romy fluff since I keep getting suggestions on how things would be better off with them together..but ya never know.
Christy S: I just got through reading your lastest review and went, Hold the phone! This whole chapter is worst than the last! But I promise, things should be better in let's say, oh, February?
theroguepheonix: They -might- end up together, or there's a slight chance John can end up with Rogue. Depends on what mood I'm in (J/K)
Evolutionary Spider: Duncan reeks of bad karma. I had to get rid of him. That and because I thought people would be going, "Where's Duncan?" I don't know. Maybe I'll get rid of Scott next. You mean, Remy, right (your last review)?
Evilbon32: Thank you! Though, I have seen a commerical for X:Men Evo this Saturday. Must tape.. And I agree. Remy deserves what Jean throws at him...maybe even more. Again, I'm glad you kept up with this story and hope to hear from you, from all of you, again soon!
Me: I'm so glad you got my gist on how Lance would actually act. I was planning on making people see that side and rage. And I've never heard of Katja, but Koshka in Russian means female cat.