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I was too tired to proofread this! I know! I'm so bad! WARNING for grammar mistakes!
La Fille
Part 13.
The Coming of the Rogue
"Its funny how things work out isn't it?" Mr. Sinister sneered at his prisoners, "Funny that in attempting to save yourselves, you have just further implicated this woman, that you both claim to love, to more pain." Stroking Rogue's cheek affectionately, he whispered, "I never meant to hurt you, but it seems that this is the only path." She writhed in disgust, drool dribbling out her mouth in this delirious state. "Hook her up!" he hissed, stepping away from her semi-conscious body. The two guards popped cuffs onto her wrists; the metal restraints were attached to two long black tubes, connecting to the tank Aimée had seen earlier. Rogue's gloves were slipped off and tossed aside as her pale, delicate hands were placed forcefully onto two metallic disks (held up by the strange poles we had seen earlier) and fastened there. Finally a large piece of headgear was fitted around her lobe, wires raveled around the piece in no particular order.
"Proceed"
Rogue's hands began to glow, or maybe it was the disks below her, but nevertheless something was happening. Her body convulsed in a seizure-like manner as sweat began to form on her brow.
"What's happening!? What are you doing to her!?" Aimée screeched, pulling feverishly on her binds, not noticing two beefy guards move next to her and remove Gambit from his restraints.
"Noooo! Stoppit! Sinister, dere has te'h be another way!"
"Monsieur, you have lost all privileges of discussion, in your best interest I suggest you go quietly."
A lever was pulled by Rogue's restraints and her hands popped free, but only for a second. Aimée screamed as the guards guided her palms to Remy's face.
"No!"
The impact sent shivers up and down his spine, and his body ricocheted around like an animal trapped in a cage, until finally . . . going limp.
"What happened?" Mr. Sinister snarled, pushing himself roughly out of the chair.
"She's done, that's it."
"That's it? That's not enough!" he yelled pointing at the tank, his voice growing more and more shrill. Sinister paced back and forth for a few moments, before reeling on Aimée. "You little bitch!"
She smiled devilishly.
"You tried to trick me!? Well it will NOT work! Put him back, he's worthless, unlock the girl."
Aimée hissed and snapped at her prisoners, facing Sinister once more to gloat in his face, "It does not have the same effect on me! I can control it!"
"Then I will make her hit harder!" He hastily turned a knob on the tank, causing Rogue to scream out in pain. Gambit was already back into his bindings, his head lolling around on his neck. The guards unlocked Aimée. She sighed in relief as the second wrist cuff popped off; finally, she felt circulation running through her veins. But her smile did not last, as she felt her body being shoved foreword towards her mother.
"It'll never work! I can fight back!" Lies spewed out of her mouth, in a last ditch attempt to save herself. True, Rogue did not have as much absorbing power over Aimée, but it only went as far as to protect her from death or a coma. She would not fall unconscious, but Rogue would gain her powers. Mr. Sinister, however, did not know that, and Aimée was trying her best to convince him of her truth. "No!!" But it was to late, two shockingly cold hands were placed on her cheeks, and Aimée screamed out in pain. She had never felt anything like this before. Her body grew weak, as bright lights flashed before her eyes. Colors danced in her head, and her body, became nothing but a heap. "Unngh" she moaned, quivering she pried her eyelids open, at least the pain was gone, now she just felt empty, bone- dry might be a way to describe it. "Perfect . . ." Sinister looked almost ravenous, and he was practically drooling at the sight of the large tank filling with the clear fluid. Aimée kept her eyes pinned on him as the guards pulled her away from her mother, and re-did the restraints. A glimmer of hope shined through her cluttered mind. He was weak, weaker than she, and desperate for power. Power, she knew, that would consume him. Mr. Sinister licked his lips and turned to face his captives. "It's rude not to look at someone when they are speaking to you." He chuckled, sending electric shocks up Remy's spine, who in turn regained a painful consciousness. A muscular female guard prepared a headgear much like the one that Rogue was currently dressed in. The only difference being a long tube attached to the tank of Gambit and Aimée's abilities. Sinister sat back on a chair, as the woman walked towards him, headpiece in hand. There was suddenly a loud smash, and Madelyne crashed through the roof. She landed gracefully on the ground, but had a very panicked look on her face.
"My Lord! Forgive me! Wolverine and the boy have fled! He knows!" Dropping to her knees and bowing down before his feet, "Forgive me . . ."
Sinister looked oddly calm.
"Never mind him, the Xmen will not arrive in time to stop me! Now, S27, proceed with the transfer."
Madelyne slowly rose to her feet, and hurried to take her position by the wall. S27, the muscular female guard, returned with the headpiece and fitted it snugly upon Mr. Sinister's head. He grimaced as it locked into place.
"And now," He sneered at Aimée, "For my greatest invention yet."
The machine turned on with a flash. The tank's clear liquid bubbled furiously as it slowly drained from the glass enclosure. Rogue and Sinister's bodies convulsed in rhythm, as they shook and trembled into seizure after seizure. It was loud, someone was screaming, it took Aimée a moment to realize that it was herself.
"Mama!!!"
Suddenly the lights shut off, the room blackened, and grew silent, only small whimpers could be heard from the corner.
"Activate emergency power. Repeat. Activate emergency power."
The lights came back on, much brighter than before, and the horrible scene unfolded before Aimée's eyes, Her mother lye in the corner, blooding puddling out of her scorched hands, her eyes lolled back into her skull. Her father trembled beside her, semi-conscious because of the electric shocks coursing up and down his spine; he had bruises up and down his handsome face. The faceless guards stood along the walls, blocking all chances of escape. And right in the middle, sat Mr. Sinister. His chalk white face was more gaunt than usual and his eyes were losing color. He resembled someone who had been addicted to heroin, as he lye baked in the large stone chair. Sinister stirred.
"Master? Sinister! Sinister are you alright?" Madelyne fled from her corner, as he moaned. She helped him stand, because he seemed unable to do it on his own. Sweat poured from his forehead as he glared at Aimée.
"I am more powerful than you will ever be Sinister! You cannot have it!"
He was stumbling, faltering, but kept the smug smile plastered to his face.
"But I do have it, Mademoiselle LeBeau, I have all your power, and now you are nothing but yet another missing person." He signaled to a large bald guard who stood in the shadows, the man reached into his jacket and pulled out a large glock, he was going to kill them.
"Who first?" Sinister hissed in discomfort, trying to keep control even though he was trembling in pain. "Maybe your poor tragic mother? Doomed never to touch, lets put her out of her misery eh?"
"No!"
"Or maybe dead beat dad over here? Deserts you for 17 years, and then drags you into this mess of his past. Maybe he is the one who deserves to die."
"Stoppit! Sinister Stop it! If its power you have then lets test it out!" Emitting a loud animal cry Aimée ripped at her bindings. She pried, using all of the force she had in her not-so-tiny body. The wires popped, and metal restraints came loose. Ripping off the tubes Aimée glared at Sinister, who simply stared back. Madelyne was frightened, how had she escaped? But Sinister, Sinister was as pompous as ever, and he slowly pulled himself to a standing position.
"Do you honestly expect to beat me?"
"Do you honestly expect me to let you kill off my family?"
He smiled at the last remark.
"If it's a fight you want, Mr. Sinister, then it's a fight you're gonna get! Come on Sinny boy! Lets see what you got, see if you can really handle what's inside of you!" Before Sinister even realized she was serious, Aimée had flung herself on top of him. He cried out and scrambled away, allowing his guards to do the dirty work. The guard who had originally led her to her prison warily threw several punches at her head. Aimée ducked easily and sent a graceful kick to his head. He collapsed in a heap, one beefy hand clutching his head. She spun around to meet the next opponent. Suddenly she was back in the danger room, Logan's stern voice coaching her through the training sessions.
"Faster Aimée! Harder! Higher!"
Guards two and three received sharp jabs to the nose and quick knees to the groin. Aimée expected more out of Sinister's finest. The number of guards was dwindling, but her adrenaline had far from diminished. Finally the muscular female guard came into view, she had a large gun in hand. It was simple to disarm her, but knock her down? That was not such an easy task.
"Hai!" The quick kick to S27's wrist knocked the gun across the room, but she responded with several powerful swings at Aimée's face. She ducked, darted, and scurried, but S27 was unusually fast. Aimée responded to a painful jab in her gut, with a hard kick beneath her jaw. The guard screamed out in pain and slightly faltered. Aimée used her temporary blindness to her advantage. Ducking, she swung her leg out, tripping the guard, who fell backwards with a loud thud. Sinister was the only one left. He trembled, still barely able to move on his own. Aimée could feel her hands tingle, and she realized that her abilities were coming back.
"And now for you, you piece of filth! I am going to take what's mine, and then I'm going to kill you. You will pay for what you have done to my mother . . . and Gambit."
"CRACK" The bullet grazed her shoulder, and Aimée leapt back in pain. The wound was oozing blood, and Sinister still had the gun in hand.
"Hahaha, you will never beat me!"
"That's what you think!" She cried, kicking the gun out of his hand, and reaching her palms towards his hollow cheeks.
"AHH!"
Sinister screamed as the power was sucked from him, his deep red eyes lolled back into his head. Aimée felt her abilities surge back through her, and those of her father's.
"No" he moaned, crawling back into a corner.
"Looks like your plan didn't work out, Sinister, looks like you underestimated me."
Aimée laughed as she reached into a drawer on his deck.
"It's not nice to take other peoples things" She hissed, retrieving a deck of cards from a battered brown trench coat. Her hands glowed red as she retrieved the top card, jack of hearts. The card began to glow, surrounding it a fiery haze of color. Aimée lowered her tiny bomb to within an inch of Sinister's face.
"You can't kill me! You need me to set free the others! To escape!" She considered this for a moment, true, what if the bindings were wired to an explosive? She needed Sinister to give the word to set free Gambit and Rogue. Aimée began to lower the flaming card, but was suddenly gripped with a vision. She knew. She knew how to unlock the bindings, she knew how to get out of the prison. Aimée could see Sinister in her head, going through the motions, it was almost like a memory. A memory. Her mother could absorb thoughts and memories. Aimée's powers had manifested during their time in Sinister's lab, she had all of Sinister's thoughts, his knowledge. She suddenly found herself knowing how to play the piano, create a test tube baby, and do calculus.
"I don't need you Sinister, I know now."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"I am thinking, is it worth it? Killing you? Is that the right end? Or do you deserve something worse, a punishment created to truly fit the crime."
"I have done nothing that you haven't consented to!"
"Bullshit."
"This is entirely your fault. Do you not realize this? I will always win, I will always get what I want!"
Aimée looked at him, lowing the card for a moment. Madelyne used the opportunity to her advantage and darted across the room to Remy's semi- conscious body. With a quick slight of hand she had him by the neck, a knife inches from his gullet.
"Let him go Aimée, and your precious father won't get his throat slit." Aimee weighed her options and her eyes grew panicked. A sudden, and frightening smile formed across Sinister's face.
"You could have prevented all of this! You could have saved so many lives, if you had just let your parents die! If you had never came here, you realize that if do not succeed, which you won't, this is all your fault!" Sinister screeched, laughing and gasping as the flaming card was pointed inches from his gullet. Aimée spun around, furious.
"And Didier!? Would that be my fault? For simply loving someone!"
"Didier, that was a stroke of pure genius, but sadly it was not on my part."
"What are you talking about?"
But he simply smiled towards the door.
Aimée slowly followed his gaze, her heart was pounding, her head was throbbing, sweat poured down her forehead as she stared at the empty doorway.
"Wha?"
But she stopped, unable to finish her statement, because right at that moment, the fuzzy blonde head of Aaron Beamers popped through the door.
"Ahh, Hugues, how nice of you to join us."
~insanity! Its just a cover up for cruelty, why oh why can I not let anything good happen to this poor girl!?!
-Foo (
I was too tired to proofread this! I know! I'm so bad! WARNING for grammar mistakes!
La Fille
Part 13.
The Coming of the Rogue
"Its funny how things work out isn't it?" Mr. Sinister sneered at his prisoners, "Funny that in attempting to save yourselves, you have just further implicated this woman, that you both claim to love, to more pain." Stroking Rogue's cheek affectionately, he whispered, "I never meant to hurt you, but it seems that this is the only path." She writhed in disgust, drool dribbling out her mouth in this delirious state. "Hook her up!" he hissed, stepping away from her semi-conscious body. The two guards popped cuffs onto her wrists; the metal restraints were attached to two long black tubes, connecting to the tank Aimée had seen earlier. Rogue's gloves were slipped off and tossed aside as her pale, delicate hands were placed forcefully onto two metallic disks (held up by the strange poles we had seen earlier) and fastened there. Finally a large piece of headgear was fitted around her lobe, wires raveled around the piece in no particular order.
"Proceed"
Rogue's hands began to glow, or maybe it was the disks below her, but nevertheless something was happening. Her body convulsed in a seizure-like manner as sweat began to form on her brow.
"What's happening!? What are you doing to her!?" Aimée screeched, pulling feverishly on her binds, not noticing two beefy guards move next to her and remove Gambit from his restraints.
"Noooo! Stoppit! Sinister, dere has te'h be another way!"
"Monsieur, you have lost all privileges of discussion, in your best interest I suggest you go quietly."
A lever was pulled by Rogue's restraints and her hands popped free, but only for a second. Aimée screamed as the guards guided her palms to Remy's face.
"No!"
The impact sent shivers up and down his spine, and his body ricocheted around like an animal trapped in a cage, until finally . . . going limp.
"What happened?" Mr. Sinister snarled, pushing himself roughly out of the chair.
"She's done, that's it."
"That's it? That's not enough!" he yelled pointing at the tank, his voice growing more and more shrill. Sinister paced back and forth for a few moments, before reeling on Aimée. "You little bitch!"
She smiled devilishly.
"You tried to trick me!? Well it will NOT work! Put him back, he's worthless, unlock the girl."
Aimée hissed and snapped at her prisoners, facing Sinister once more to gloat in his face, "It does not have the same effect on me! I can control it!"
"Then I will make her hit harder!" He hastily turned a knob on the tank, causing Rogue to scream out in pain. Gambit was already back into his bindings, his head lolling around on his neck. The guards unlocked Aimée. She sighed in relief as the second wrist cuff popped off; finally, she felt circulation running through her veins. But her smile did not last, as she felt her body being shoved foreword towards her mother.
"It'll never work! I can fight back!" Lies spewed out of her mouth, in a last ditch attempt to save herself. True, Rogue did not have as much absorbing power over Aimée, but it only went as far as to protect her from death or a coma. She would not fall unconscious, but Rogue would gain her powers. Mr. Sinister, however, did not know that, and Aimée was trying her best to convince him of her truth. "No!!" But it was to late, two shockingly cold hands were placed on her cheeks, and Aimée screamed out in pain. She had never felt anything like this before. Her body grew weak, as bright lights flashed before her eyes. Colors danced in her head, and her body, became nothing but a heap. "Unngh" she moaned, quivering she pried her eyelids open, at least the pain was gone, now she just felt empty, bone- dry might be a way to describe it. "Perfect . . ." Sinister looked almost ravenous, and he was practically drooling at the sight of the large tank filling with the clear fluid. Aimée kept her eyes pinned on him as the guards pulled her away from her mother, and re-did the restraints. A glimmer of hope shined through her cluttered mind. He was weak, weaker than she, and desperate for power. Power, she knew, that would consume him. Mr. Sinister licked his lips and turned to face his captives. "It's rude not to look at someone when they are speaking to you." He chuckled, sending electric shocks up Remy's spine, who in turn regained a painful consciousness. A muscular female guard prepared a headgear much like the one that Rogue was currently dressed in. The only difference being a long tube attached to the tank of Gambit and Aimée's abilities. Sinister sat back on a chair, as the woman walked towards him, headpiece in hand. There was suddenly a loud smash, and Madelyne crashed through the roof. She landed gracefully on the ground, but had a very panicked look on her face.
"My Lord! Forgive me! Wolverine and the boy have fled! He knows!" Dropping to her knees and bowing down before his feet, "Forgive me . . ."
Sinister looked oddly calm.
"Never mind him, the Xmen will not arrive in time to stop me! Now, S27, proceed with the transfer."
Madelyne slowly rose to her feet, and hurried to take her position by the wall. S27, the muscular female guard, returned with the headpiece and fitted it snugly upon Mr. Sinister's head. He grimaced as it locked into place.
"And now," He sneered at Aimée, "For my greatest invention yet."
The machine turned on with a flash. The tank's clear liquid bubbled furiously as it slowly drained from the glass enclosure. Rogue and Sinister's bodies convulsed in rhythm, as they shook and trembled into seizure after seizure. It was loud, someone was screaming, it took Aimée a moment to realize that it was herself.
"Mama!!!"
Suddenly the lights shut off, the room blackened, and grew silent, only small whimpers could be heard from the corner.
"Activate emergency power. Repeat. Activate emergency power."
The lights came back on, much brighter than before, and the horrible scene unfolded before Aimée's eyes, Her mother lye in the corner, blooding puddling out of her scorched hands, her eyes lolled back into her skull. Her father trembled beside her, semi-conscious because of the electric shocks coursing up and down his spine; he had bruises up and down his handsome face. The faceless guards stood along the walls, blocking all chances of escape. And right in the middle, sat Mr. Sinister. His chalk white face was more gaunt than usual and his eyes were losing color. He resembled someone who had been addicted to heroin, as he lye baked in the large stone chair. Sinister stirred.
"Master? Sinister! Sinister are you alright?" Madelyne fled from her corner, as he moaned. She helped him stand, because he seemed unable to do it on his own. Sweat poured from his forehead as he glared at Aimée.
"I am more powerful than you will ever be Sinister! You cannot have it!"
He was stumbling, faltering, but kept the smug smile plastered to his face.
"But I do have it, Mademoiselle LeBeau, I have all your power, and now you are nothing but yet another missing person." He signaled to a large bald guard who stood in the shadows, the man reached into his jacket and pulled out a large glock, he was going to kill them.
"Who first?" Sinister hissed in discomfort, trying to keep control even though he was trembling in pain. "Maybe your poor tragic mother? Doomed never to touch, lets put her out of her misery eh?"
"No!"
"Or maybe dead beat dad over here? Deserts you for 17 years, and then drags you into this mess of his past. Maybe he is the one who deserves to die."
"Stoppit! Sinister Stop it! If its power you have then lets test it out!" Emitting a loud animal cry Aimée ripped at her bindings. She pried, using all of the force she had in her not-so-tiny body. The wires popped, and metal restraints came loose. Ripping off the tubes Aimée glared at Sinister, who simply stared back. Madelyne was frightened, how had she escaped? But Sinister, Sinister was as pompous as ever, and he slowly pulled himself to a standing position.
"Do you honestly expect to beat me?"
"Do you honestly expect me to let you kill off my family?"
He smiled at the last remark.
"If it's a fight you want, Mr. Sinister, then it's a fight you're gonna get! Come on Sinny boy! Lets see what you got, see if you can really handle what's inside of you!" Before Sinister even realized she was serious, Aimée had flung herself on top of him. He cried out and scrambled away, allowing his guards to do the dirty work. The guard who had originally led her to her prison warily threw several punches at her head. Aimée ducked easily and sent a graceful kick to his head. He collapsed in a heap, one beefy hand clutching his head. She spun around to meet the next opponent. Suddenly she was back in the danger room, Logan's stern voice coaching her through the training sessions.
"Faster Aimée! Harder! Higher!"
Guards two and three received sharp jabs to the nose and quick knees to the groin. Aimée expected more out of Sinister's finest. The number of guards was dwindling, but her adrenaline had far from diminished. Finally the muscular female guard came into view, she had a large gun in hand. It was simple to disarm her, but knock her down? That was not such an easy task.
"Hai!" The quick kick to S27's wrist knocked the gun across the room, but she responded with several powerful swings at Aimée's face. She ducked, darted, and scurried, but S27 was unusually fast. Aimée responded to a painful jab in her gut, with a hard kick beneath her jaw. The guard screamed out in pain and slightly faltered. Aimée used her temporary blindness to her advantage. Ducking, she swung her leg out, tripping the guard, who fell backwards with a loud thud. Sinister was the only one left. He trembled, still barely able to move on his own. Aimée could feel her hands tingle, and she realized that her abilities were coming back.
"And now for you, you piece of filth! I am going to take what's mine, and then I'm going to kill you. You will pay for what you have done to my mother . . . and Gambit."
"CRACK" The bullet grazed her shoulder, and Aimée leapt back in pain. The wound was oozing blood, and Sinister still had the gun in hand.
"Hahaha, you will never beat me!"
"That's what you think!" She cried, kicking the gun out of his hand, and reaching her palms towards his hollow cheeks.
"AHH!"
Sinister screamed as the power was sucked from him, his deep red eyes lolled back into his head. Aimée felt her abilities surge back through her, and those of her father's.
"No" he moaned, crawling back into a corner.
"Looks like your plan didn't work out, Sinister, looks like you underestimated me."
Aimée laughed as she reached into a drawer on his deck.
"It's not nice to take other peoples things" She hissed, retrieving a deck of cards from a battered brown trench coat. Her hands glowed red as she retrieved the top card, jack of hearts. The card began to glow, surrounding it a fiery haze of color. Aimée lowered her tiny bomb to within an inch of Sinister's face.
"You can't kill me! You need me to set free the others! To escape!" She considered this for a moment, true, what if the bindings were wired to an explosive? She needed Sinister to give the word to set free Gambit and Rogue. Aimée began to lower the flaming card, but was suddenly gripped with a vision. She knew. She knew how to unlock the bindings, she knew how to get out of the prison. Aimée could see Sinister in her head, going through the motions, it was almost like a memory. A memory. Her mother could absorb thoughts and memories. Aimée's powers had manifested during their time in Sinister's lab, she had all of Sinister's thoughts, his knowledge. She suddenly found herself knowing how to play the piano, create a test tube baby, and do calculus.
"I don't need you Sinister, I know now."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"I am thinking, is it worth it? Killing you? Is that the right end? Or do you deserve something worse, a punishment created to truly fit the crime."
"I have done nothing that you haven't consented to!"
"Bullshit."
"This is entirely your fault. Do you not realize this? I will always win, I will always get what I want!"
Aimée looked at him, lowing the card for a moment. Madelyne used the opportunity to her advantage and darted across the room to Remy's semi- conscious body. With a quick slight of hand she had him by the neck, a knife inches from his gullet.
"Let him go Aimée, and your precious father won't get his throat slit." Aimee weighed her options and her eyes grew panicked. A sudden, and frightening smile formed across Sinister's face.
"You could have prevented all of this! You could have saved so many lives, if you had just let your parents die! If you had never came here, you realize that if do not succeed, which you won't, this is all your fault!" Sinister screeched, laughing and gasping as the flaming card was pointed inches from his gullet. Aimée spun around, furious.
"And Didier!? Would that be my fault? For simply loving someone!"
"Didier, that was a stroke of pure genius, but sadly it was not on my part."
"What are you talking about?"
But he simply smiled towards the door.
Aimée slowly followed his gaze, her heart was pounding, her head was throbbing, sweat poured down her forehead as she stared at the empty doorway.
"Wha?"
But she stopped, unable to finish her statement, because right at that moment, the fuzzy blonde head of Aaron Beamers popped through the door.
"Ahh, Hugues, how nice of you to join us."
~insanity! Its just a cover up for cruelty, why oh why can I not let anything good happen to this poor girl!?!
-Foo (