APOCALYPSE
Disclaimer: blah, blah. Blah, not mine.
Author's notes; I think this one's a bit shorter than the rest. Be lenient and do review.
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
RECOGNITION
"What happened here?" Rogue asked wrinkling her nose. She'd followed Logan for a couple of blocks now, catching glimpses of fresh blood stains on the pavement along the way. The street they'd walked into was a complete ruin. As an X-woman, Rogue had seen her share of mayhem and chaos. It wasn't so much the destruction of the place; the collapsed buildings that suggested sentinels or the abandon of that street compared to the others of the neighborhood. What surprised her was the sense of death in the air. She knew, she could feel that destruction had caused countless deaths and that had been the intent. Logan acknowledged her question a s it was, a rhetorical one, and didn't bother answering. She saw another blood stain and frowned.
"Wolvie?" she couldn't keep the tremor out of her voice. He glanced at her briefly.
"What kid?"
"That blood.?" she trailed off. He nodded and her heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah Rogue. Either our unknown foe wasn't all that strong, which of course." his tone turned sarcastic. "is not very likely, or the son of a bitch dragged the boy all the way just fer fun." The last part came out as a whisper and Rogue couldn't help but to smile. Wolverine was worried about Remy. Logan stopped short in front of the ruins of and old school.
"Here?" Rogue asked and Logan nodded.
"C'mon, kid. Lets brake some bones." She heard the distinct sound of Logan unsheathing his claws and they walked in as quietly as they could. Despite the abandon of the place, there was clear signs of recent inhabitants. Footprints on the dust covered floor and a clear, new print of something, or someone, being dragged through it along with another bloodstain. They followed the path and found themselves in a room that, even though it was morning, was almost in absolute darkness. Cautiously, quietly, Logan lit his Zippo, only to find a couple of bright green eyes staring defiantly at him. Before he had a chance to see who and what it was, they'd blown his lighter off and charged at him. He could see their contour and their eyes, which was enough for him to fight back, but his attacker was extremely agile and fast, even more so than himself, and he gasped in surprise when the small creature with glowing, green eyes slashed his arm with one of their knives. Rogue was startled by the attack, so she just watched the shadows moving violently across the room, without being able to react for a few seconds. Logan seemed to be enjoying the fight with the sneaky opponent, which she'd decided it must have been a gobbling of some sort. At least that had been her impression. The little shit was fast as hell.
"Need any help, Wolvie?" she asked amusedly, he chuckled.
"Probably kid, but this is just too much fun. Ye go find Gumbo." He panted.
"'K. don't strain yerself." She turned around to look for a door, but as soon as she did, she met a couple of bright red eyes and the glow of something she knew was about to blow up. Remy though, seemed unaware of it. He was just staring sadly at her, his hand glowing brighter with each second.
"Y' came for me? Came to punish me?" he said in a low voice filled with sadness.
"Remy." she whispered, smiling slightly. He didn't answer. "Remy, yer hand, sugah. It's gonna blow up." She continued. He blinked a few times before hurriedly throwing the charged object towards the opposite wall. Logan and his attacker had been inches away from the blast, and both of them were thrown backwards. With the light coming from the door Remy had opened, the room was lit enough for Rogue to see that her gobbling was actually a young girl. Logan apparently didn't take notice of the fact, because he charged at her again. But then again, so had her. Both Remy and Rogue watched with utter amazement as the girl outdid Logan every time. By the few occasions in which she'd been slammed against a wall with nothing more than a little push, Rogue knew that the girl didn't have super human strength or anything like it, and that was even more amazing. Logan, with a lucky strike, cornered her and rid her of her weapons. He pinned her against the wall, holding her still with two claws at each side of her neck. Finally able to take a look at who'd been fighting him so skillfully, he was more than a little startled. His arms and stomach weren't all she'd wounded, he noted. His pride was in the gutter.
"A girl?!" he gasped, and she smiled defiantly at him, not showing a bit of fear.
"Leave her alone." Remy said rather grimly. Logan turned around confusedly to look at him and that was enough for the girl to push him away with her legs and retrieve her daggers. Logan was now trying to cover himself; he couldn't fight a kid, and the Cajun didn't seem to want her hurt. But just protecting himself proved to be harder than what he'd expected.
"Sidney, stop!" Remy yelled, but the girl snorted.
"You ain't letting this sheep live too, frog!"
Rogue realized that it had to stop. The girl wasn't the enemy, but she was a good enemy at that, redundancy aside, having already stabbed Logan more times than she could count. She flew over the kid's head.
"Ah'm sorry sweetie, but yer fighting the wrong crowd." She ungloved one hand and pressed her to the kid's neck. To her surprise, the girl just turned around and dug one of her daggers in her shoulder. Yelping, Rogue fell to the ground, more out of shock than pain. Logan took the chance and locked the kid's arms with his own. She kicked and screamed but was out for the count.
"You bloody bastards! You ain't taking him! I won't let you!" she cried. Remy ran towards her and released her of Logan's grip.
"It's ok, petite. Calm down, I know dem."
"Oh?" she stopped fighting and glared at the two intruders. Rogue was sitting on the floor, staring at her as if she'd something on her face. Logan caught a glimpse of the daggers and felt the room beginning to spin around him. The sight of the kid's ring was too much for him to process on his feet and he fell flat on his behind, much as Rogue'd been doing for the past hour.
"You." Logan pointed out at Sidney. She lifted an eyebrow.
"What mate?"
"Yer a guardian." He whispered. Now it was Sidney's turn to gasp.
"How'd you know, mate?! The guardians don't advertise, you know?!" she said angrily and Remy had to stop her from attacking Logan again.
"I." Logan looked baffled. "I think I'm one, too." He whispered.
"You what?!" Sidney's face was the definition of shock. Rogue, who didn't know nor cared what they were talking about , felt the need to clarify one point.
"Ok, sweetheart." Rogue started, her voice dripping suspicion. "Who and what are ya?! Why didn't my powers affect ya? Huh?" she asked. Sidney seemed even more shocked, if that was possible. She just stared from Rogue to Logan a couple of times before bursting out in hysteric laughter.
"What?" Rogue asked. "What's so funny?!" Logan, who seemed to have been hit by a bus by his revelation, spoke up softly, mechanically.
"Yer the second offspring, kid. That's why." Rogue blinked.
"Huh?"
Remy had been staring from one to the other, sure he'd finally lost his mind, since the scene before him lacked of all sense, and he was standing in the middle of a dark room only in his shorts.
"Can someone explain to Remy what's goin' on? S'ill vous plait? I'm lost."
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Disclaimer: blah, blah. Blah, not mine.
Author's notes; I think this one's a bit shorter than the rest. Be lenient and do review.
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
RECOGNITION
"What happened here?" Rogue asked wrinkling her nose. She'd followed Logan for a couple of blocks now, catching glimpses of fresh blood stains on the pavement along the way. The street they'd walked into was a complete ruin. As an X-woman, Rogue had seen her share of mayhem and chaos. It wasn't so much the destruction of the place; the collapsed buildings that suggested sentinels or the abandon of that street compared to the others of the neighborhood. What surprised her was the sense of death in the air. She knew, she could feel that destruction had caused countless deaths and that had been the intent. Logan acknowledged her question a s it was, a rhetorical one, and didn't bother answering. She saw another blood stain and frowned.
"Wolvie?" she couldn't keep the tremor out of her voice. He glanced at her briefly.
"What kid?"
"That blood.?" she trailed off. He nodded and her heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah Rogue. Either our unknown foe wasn't all that strong, which of course." his tone turned sarcastic. "is not very likely, or the son of a bitch dragged the boy all the way just fer fun." The last part came out as a whisper and Rogue couldn't help but to smile. Wolverine was worried about Remy. Logan stopped short in front of the ruins of and old school.
"Here?" Rogue asked and Logan nodded.
"C'mon, kid. Lets brake some bones." She heard the distinct sound of Logan unsheathing his claws and they walked in as quietly as they could. Despite the abandon of the place, there was clear signs of recent inhabitants. Footprints on the dust covered floor and a clear, new print of something, or someone, being dragged through it along with another bloodstain. They followed the path and found themselves in a room that, even though it was morning, was almost in absolute darkness. Cautiously, quietly, Logan lit his Zippo, only to find a couple of bright green eyes staring defiantly at him. Before he had a chance to see who and what it was, they'd blown his lighter off and charged at him. He could see their contour and their eyes, which was enough for him to fight back, but his attacker was extremely agile and fast, even more so than himself, and he gasped in surprise when the small creature with glowing, green eyes slashed his arm with one of their knives. Rogue was startled by the attack, so she just watched the shadows moving violently across the room, without being able to react for a few seconds. Logan seemed to be enjoying the fight with the sneaky opponent, which she'd decided it must have been a gobbling of some sort. At least that had been her impression. The little shit was fast as hell.
"Need any help, Wolvie?" she asked amusedly, he chuckled.
"Probably kid, but this is just too much fun. Ye go find Gumbo." He panted.
"'K. don't strain yerself." She turned around to look for a door, but as soon as she did, she met a couple of bright red eyes and the glow of something she knew was about to blow up. Remy though, seemed unaware of it. He was just staring sadly at her, his hand glowing brighter with each second.
"Y' came for me? Came to punish me?" he said in a low voice filled with sadness.
"Remy." she whispered, smiling slightly. He didn't answer. "Remy, yer hand, sugah. It's gonna blow up." She continued. He blinked a few times before hurriedly throwing the charged object towards the opposite wall. Logan and his attacker had been inches away from the blast, and both of them were thrown backwards. With the light coming from the door Remy had opened, the room was lit enough for Rogue to see that her gobbling was actually a young girl. Logan apparently didn't take notice of the fact, because he charged at her again. But then again, so had her. Both Remy and Rogue watched with utter amazement as the girl outdid Logan every time. By the few occasions in which she'd been slammed against a wall with nothing more than a little push, Rogue knew that the girl didn't have super human strength or anything like it, and that was even more amazing. Logan, with a lucky strike, cornered her and rid her of her weapons. He pinned her against the wall, holding her still with two claws at each side of her neck. Finally able to take a look at who'd been fighting him so skillfully, he was more than a little startled. His arms and stomach weren't all she'd wounded, he noted. His pride was in the gutter.
"A girl?!" he gasped, and she smiled defiantly at him, not showing a bit of fear.
"Leave her alone." Remy said rather grimly. Logan turned around confusedly to look at him and that was enough for the girl to push him away with her legs and retrieve her daggers. Logan was now trying to cover himself; he couldn't fight a kid, and the Cajun didn't seem to want her hurt. But just protecting himself proved to be harder than what he'd expected.
"Sidney, stop!" Remy yelled, but the girl snorted.
"You ain't letting this sheep live too, frog!"
Rogue realized that it had to stop. The girl wasn't the enemy, but she was a good enemy at that, redundancy aside, having already stabbed Logan more times than she could count. She flew over the kid's head.
"Ah'm sorry sweetie, but yer fighting the wrong crowd." She ungloved one hand and pressed her to the kid's neck. To her surprise, the girl just turned around and dug one of her daggers in her shoulder. Yelping, Rogue fell to the ground, more out of shock than pain. Logan took the chance and locked the kid's arms with his own. She kicked and screamed but was out for the count.
"You bloody bastards! You ain't taking him! I won't let you!" she cried. Remy ran towards her and released her of Logan's grip.
"It's ok, petite. Calm down, I know dem."
"Oh?" she stopped fighting and glared at the two intruders. Rogue was sitting on the floor, staring at her as if she'd something on her face. Logan caught a glimpse of the daggers and felt the room beginning to spin around him. The sight of the kid's ring was too much for him to process on his feet and he fell flat on his behind, much as Rogue'd been doing for the past hour.
"You." Logan pointed out at Sidney. She lifted an eyebrow.
"What mate?"
"Yer a guardian." He whispered. Now it was Sidney's turn to gasp.
"How'd you know, mate?! The guardians don't advertise, you know?!" she said angrily and Remy had to stop her from attacking Logan again.
"I." Logan looked baffled. "I think I'm one, too." He whispered.
"You what?!" Sidney's face was the definition of shock. Rogue, who didn't know nor cared what they were talking about , felt the need to clarify one point.
"Ok, sweetheart." Rogue started, her voice dripping suspicion. "Who and what are ya?! Why didn't my powers affect ya? Huh?" she asked. Sidney seemed even more shocked, if that was possible. She just stared from Rogue to Logan a couple of times before bursting out in hysteric laughter.
"What?" Rogue asked. "What's so funny?!" Logan, who seemed to have been hit by a bus by his revelation, spoke up softly, mechanically.
"Yer the second offspring, kid. That's why." Rogue blinked.
"Huh?"
Remy had been staring from one to the other, sure he'd finally lost his mind, since the scene before him lacked of all sense, and he was standing in the middle of a dark room only in his shorts.
"Can someone explain to Remy what's goin' on? S'ill vous plait? I'm lost."
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