Disclaimer: I don't own x-men evolution or the world those tortured mutants live in…sigh…well now I am depressed. O YEAH I also don't own Dido or her song Isobel… or Harleys
A/N: Hey all I am planning on having a E-PITY PARTY for my fic because I never update ^-^ I can bring the Nacho Cheese Doritos……what are you bringing ^-~. This is also a test to determine is anyone actually reads my authors notes lol.
Caliente: LMAO=laughing my ass off. lol I loved the little update cheer.
Rogue77" YAY HAPPY birthday to me lol a month later ^-^'. sorry I got this chappie out so late.
Yumiko: I ADDED REMY IN THIS CHAPTER!!! YAY YAY
Kari LeBeau: lol yes April is a funny word. ^-^ nice to hear from you again o light of my life (god I just can't stop myself with the bad puns)
keebler-elmo: this is gonna be a Romy and I just added our Ragin' Cajun today.
Suzaka: Blush* awwwwww you are soooooo sweet *hugs* that boosted my self esteem sooooo much.
Amanda14: um…. *looks at feet and kicks e-rock* sorry I made you wait so long, but AP Bio is a bitch ^-^'.
ishandahalf: OMG AHHHHHHHH THE CRACK ANIMALS MUGGED ME AND STOLE MY CRACK!!! Well all except my bunny who isn't motivated enough because he is a pothead. Damn bunny!!! I finally got the chappie out and I would just like to wish you a happy birthday…for this Sunday (yes I read other fics reviews for fun…do you have a problem with that LOL)
Arekanderu: your wait is almost over……but I still am a REALLY slow updater. lol.
UnknownSource: wow you thought more indepth into the dream sequence then me…but I am always half asleep when I write these things but…that is not the point!! lol I love adding comic relief at really odd places, and you will see in coming chapters( or maybe this one) how she gets dragged into the mutant wars as I like to call them.
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A Rogue Never Trusts
Chapter 5
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As Rogue made her way into a small chrome diner that resembled a Twinkie more then a business, she marveled at the amount of time she had wasted in slumber. The sky had already lost all traces of light, but she felt as if she had only slept for a few minutes. The southerner seated herself in a corner and looked out onto the damp streets, which reflected the neon signs of both the diner and the establishments around it. 'Wonder if anyone is lookin' fer me? God ah hope Mystique can leave well enough alone, but knowin' that woman…ah need ta get outta 'ere!'
The Goth looked around the nearly empty diner impatiently wondering why the hell no one had tried to serve her yet. Seeing the girl's frustration a middle aged woman with gravity defying dyed red hair walked over to her with a pad of paper and a pencil ready to take an order. "What you want dear?" She asked glancing down from a face with way to much make-up.
Quickly Rogue glanced down at the menu that lay unattended upon the table and picked the first thing that looked good. "Um…may ah have an order of scrabbled eggs, an' grits please?" She looked up at the waitress, who was busily taking her order down, when a clock distracted her. Its blue neon numbers proudly proclaiming it 4:30 in the morning. 'Mah God! Ah guess ah am not gettin' back ta sleep fer awhile.'
"Want anything to drink, hun?" The waitress asked as Rogue tried to pull her tired emerald eyes away from the clock. The teenager quickly asked for coffee and went back to gawking at the timepiece, which seemed to concentrate her exhausted thoughts into one even stream. 'What was that dream all about? Guess the on-the-go life isn' for someone like me, but what chose do ah have. Ah coulda either stayed with that bitch an' suffer the consequences or become an x-geek under baldy's care an' guidance…' But her thoughts were cut off by something obscuring her view of the clock "Here you go dear." With that the waitress handed Rogue her coffee saying that her meal would be ready in a second.
The Goth looked down at her black drink and wondered why its strong bitter taste had always appealed to her. 'Guess ah could jus' say that it makes me sure ah'm alive… or maybe ah just like the taste of coffee?' Laughing silently at her own sarcasm Rogue took a deep gulp from her plain white mug.
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The southerner left the diner after completing her meal, her wallet considerably lighter. Grimacing lightly she wondered what she was going to do once her monetary supply was exhausted. 'Guess ah could always bum the cash, or start perfectin' mah five-finger-discount…' With that thought Rogue arrived at her hotel room, blinking stupidly at the plaque that graced the door. 'O yeah ah need ta use the keys...' She whipped them out of her pocket and roughly turned them in the lock. The door creaked open, to Rogue's delighted surprise, much smother then it had during her last try. The Goth looked around curiously, something didn't seem quite right, but she couldn't place it. The small room no longer seemed inviting almost as if it were watching her every move. 'Guess thinkin' about Mystique so much has got me kinda jumpy…' Rogue looked around forcing herself to relax and start packing, but the feeling of eyes on her refused to diminish.
She quickly grabbed all of her possessions and complementary toiletries shoving them in her bag absolutely abandoning the care she had showed her belongings in the beginning of the trip. The teen didn't know why but she had to get out of this place as fast as she could, all she knew was that she didn't want the room's appraising eyes judging her any longer.
Rogue closed her duffle hurriedly hoisting the strap over her shoulder as she rushed through the doorframe, flicking the lights off as only an afterthought, and slammed the door shut behind her. Her fast foot falls echoed loudly down the hall as she rushed to the front office. Once she was out of hearing range a shadowed figure stepped out of C16's closet and lay sluggishly on the bed. His glowing red eyes shown eerily in the dark, but the figures merry laugher offset any fears someone would have of him. "Remy t'ink dis is gonna be a fun job after all."
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Rogue looked at the man sprawled over his desk drooling and wondered if she should wake him, but as she inched closer the pungent smell of whiskey made her rethink this plan of action. 'Ah guess ah could just put the keys in his hand 'snot like ah'm getten any money back in this deal' she thought as the keys were slowly lowered onto the table near what Rogue assumed was a puddle of spilled alcohol.
She snorted in disgust as she shoved the door open, 'some people just can hold their alcohol…' Shivers rolled down her spine as the still cold morning air made its way through her jacket's interwoven brown threads. Pulling the coat closer to her the untouchable teen walked through the darkness hoping to find a ride out of the small town.
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Rogue stopped her shuffling walk in front of a silver truck which had its lights on, apparently getting ready to leave. "Um…scuse me, sir……'ello? Sir?" She shouted up to the driver's seat, but the elderly man behind the wheel was apparently oblivious to her calls.
"He isn't going to here you youngin', that's Curley and he is right near deaf. It still amazes me that he is able to drive." A middle-aged man with sandy blond hair stated from his lounging position against a turquoise pickup truck. "Anything I can help you with though?" Rogue just blinked at him, only half comprehending his words.
"Wha…O wait ya could help me. Do ya happen ta be leavin' this town; cause ah could really use a ride." The teenager held her breath slightly as she waited for the man's answer, contenting herself with looking down at her dingy boots. But when no reply came her head involuntarily wandered up to search for an explanation. The man still stood in the same nonchalant manner, but something in his expression had changed. His eyes were glazed over as if reminiscing and his mouth was quirked in a weird grin. Then almost as if he sensed her scrutiny he jerked his head up causing his eyes to once again become focused on her.
"Why sure my lovely lady, anyplace in particular you would like to go?" He asked as he stood up strait so he could make his way to the driver's seat. Rogue just smiled as she shook her head and eased herself into the passenger's seat.
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The silence in the truck was deafening, they had been on the road for about an hour and had already exhausted all subject matters. He was a forty-one year old Alaskan native name Bill who was apparently separated from his wife of ten years, and had a boy about her age. He lived a few towns away but was visiting his girlfriend's place for the weekend. In return she made up a story about being the eldest child in an overpopulated southern family and being forced to move out so her younger siblings could eat. Bill nodded sadly completely buying her fabrication; he then went on into a heated speech about the necessity of affordable birth control. But after this an uncomfortable pause filled the vehicle which then lengthened into an unbearable silence. They both looked around not knowing what else to say, but after a while Bill seemed to have enough and turned on the radio causing the car to fill with a mellow beat and soulful lyrics.
Rogue sighed lightly as she stared out the window at the heaps of white powder which were continuing to pile up on the forest floor right next to the road. A sound like wood being physically torn apart was heard from outside the car, but Bill paid it no heed saying it was probably a branch straining under the weight of the snow. The southerner nodded nervously, but her attention was still focused on listening for anymore ominous sounds.
She did not have to wait long in her mental quest because a few seconds after it started there was another crack, this one louder and accompanied by something close to thunder. A large dark shape crashed down in front of them causing the truck to crash into it jerking the pickup to a stop. Rogue felt Bills hand across her, his parental instincts causing him to hold her back from the dashboard. The teen surveyed the damage around her, completely surprised the airbags didn't inflate. The windshield was cracked so extensively that it was hard to see anything past it, but what she could make out was the large tree that rested against the vehicles hood. Something damp dripped down Rogue's chest causing her to stop her observations. Isobel by Dido still slowly hummed through the radio as she looked for the source of the moisture but her search was cut short as she looked over to the driver's seat and started to scream. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and dove out of the car dragging her bag behind her then proceeded to run away from the accident into the woods.
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Remy had been following behind the girl for quite some time on his motorcycle, staying just out of sight. But as he rounded another turn he heard a loud crashing noise and the sound of metal bending and glass breaking. Swearing slightly under his breath the Cajun sped his Harley up till she spotted the flashing break lights of the truck he had been tracking. He pulled up next to the marred vehicle and parked his bike, leaving his helmet on the handle bars. 'Remy don' like da looks o' dis' the thief thought as he inched closer to the passenger's side where the door hung open.
Chere was no where to be seen but inside, pinned in between the steering wheel and seat, was the driver. His head was bent slightly back and his face was contorted into a silent scream. Protruding from his throat was a thick branch of the tree they had run into, impaling him upon his neck rest. Blood was slowly seeping from the wound and down his right arm which lay sprawled across the passenger's seat (I live in America so I don't know how cars are set up in Canada…I live closer to Mexico people). Fighting back a wave of nausea Remy stepped away from the truck only to stumble across small footprints leading away from the scene of the crash. "Well least Chere safe…for now" With that the Cajun proceeded to follow the girl's steps in hopes of finding her as soon as possible.
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Rogue stumbled further and further into the forest her legs going numb as she ran. The cold early morning air burned her lungs as she trotted through white powder. After ten minutes of sprinting the southerner's adrenaline rush had completely worn off leaving her already exhausted body tired and cold in the middle of the woods. Breathing raggedly she trudged about a hundred more yards before she fell into the snow worn out. She forced herself back up, but after twenty more minutes of walking aimlessly her legs refused to obey her. Rogue collapsed face first under her own weight and didn't even have the strength required to flip her body over. 'Maybe ah should just let myself die 'ere…sure save everyone 'cluding me a lot a grief.' But just as she was about to except her demise she felt someone pull her off the ground telling her something she didn't quite understand. The teen forced her eyes open just enough to catch a glimpse of red on black before she succumbed to unconsciousness.
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Hey all…sorry about the long wait…again, but it seems that AP bio was made to take away students' lives. ARG I was trying to get this out of my brain for so long so please be patent with me and my slow typing. lol anyways I finally got Remy in here ^-^ YAY happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If any of you can give me just a few French words he throws in his lingo please email them to me at WildMageDaine13@aol.com. THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH GUYS!!! And as always READ & REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Now it is time for me to turn in *yawn* -_- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz.