Suicidal King 3
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Kitty practically screamed as Magneto, in his still black and pink uniform entered the room. Fallowing behind him, was Rogue, her hands tied behind her back and her head down. When Magneto had entered the room, St. John and Remy straightened up from their card game (B.S. if you were wondering.) and did the Klingon salute like Magneto had insisted they do.
"Shadowcat." Magneto looked down at Kitty. "Earlier you're friend Rogue was faced with a decision. Do you know what this is?" Kitty shook her head ferociously as Magneto's hand trailed her jaw line.
"She was told to join us, or you, miss Pryde, would be killed. And you know what she choose?" Kitty shook her head again, tears forming in her eyes. "Rogue, your answer please." Magneto raised his arm and beckoned Rogue forward.
"Ah said," Rogue's lower lip trembled. "Ah said that Ah would join them. Kitty, tell everyone at tha Institute that Ah'm sorry. Ah really am." Rogue couldn't bear to look in Kitty's eyes.
"Pyro, Gambit, get Rogue fitted for a new uniform, as this one won't do, and show her to her room." Magneto barked.
"Yessir." They grumbled, each taking Rogue's arm and walking out the other door that no one had noticed before, as if they did, they would have walked out of it and escaped this whole treachery to begin with.
"And I'm going to release this pretty Kitty and Mr. Avalanche into the wild." Then he laughed. It wasn't a dark booming laugh, but a like girly laugh, like 'te he he he he!' None the less, it sent shivers up Kitty's spine. No grown man should have that screwed up of a laugh.
"You've got to take of your shirt, Shiela." St. John said, they were in the uniform room. Clothes and Clothes adorned the walls. Hat boxes and shoe boxes piled mile high, and Remy, Rogue and St. John in the middle of it.
"Relax chere. We can't touch you." Remy put his hands up in a gesture. Rogue then turned her back to the two men with mentalities like boys and removed her shirt. Wolf whistles fallowed.
"Now turn around."
"No way. Ah will not!" Rogue looked over her shoulder. "An' ya can't make meh."
"True, but Remy will leave y' alone if y' do." This time, Rogue turned around and crossed her hands over her chest. Yes, pervs, she was wearing a bra.
"Nice catch there mate." St. John whispered to Remy, who nodded. If Rogue heard this comment, she ignored it.
Finally after much arguing, debating, St. John burning ugly hats, and Remy trying to get Rogue to try on a thong, she had decided. Black pants, same boots and a black ¾ length sleeved top with green mesh and zippers no it. Her gloves remained the same. But why do you care? Because you don't, that's why.
"An dis is y'r room. Remy is down de hall, two doors. St. John is next door. Victor is three doors down and Piotr four. We will be seeing y' in half an hour for de training session. Remy will show y' how to get dere." Remy said as Rogue entered the room. It was blank. A bed, a dresser, a desk. As Kitty would have described it, it was 'like, so bleh.' But Rogue shut this thought out as thinking about Kitty made her think about Kurt, and thinking about Kurt made her think about everyone else, and everyone else made her sad. I 'Ah really realy realy don't want ta' be here. Whay did Ah save Kitty's life? So Ah can help Mags, with his unhealthy obsession of world domination? He really needs therapy.' /I She was brought back to reality by a knock on her door.
"Come in."
The door creaked open. It was none other than our favorite bad guy, Magneto. Well, actually, Voldemort is my favorite bad guy, cause' he's funny, but for the sake of this fic, Magneto is out pretend favorite bad guy. Happy now?
"Rogue, training is in the gym." He said, before turning around.
"Excuse meh, Magneto?"
"Yes?"
"Ah. Can't really train. Because if Ah did, then Professor Xavier could find meh."
"Well, Xavier isn't you're professor anymore, so don't bother calling him that. And he can't find us, we have a anti-Xavier magnetic force around this secret lair of mine." Magneto made a gesture with his hands. Rogue sighed defeated and Magneto noticed this. "However, you may sit it out today. And, you are required to attend a private dinner, with me. Pyro will escort you. At 5, when their session is done, they will be in the 'chill room' as they dubbed it. Down the hall, to the right, fifteen doors down." With that, Magneto left the room, slamming the door.
When 5 rolled around, Rogue walked slowly down the hall to the right, fifteen doors. She entered the room to see Colossus and St. John arm wrestling. Remy was playing solitaire. When Rogue entered the room, Colossus lost his concentration.
"Ha! I win! Oy, hello Shiela!" St. John stopped his victory dance mid leap.
"Vhat es she doing here?" Piotr asked in his thick Russian accent.
"De belle femme is here because Magneto threatened t' kill her friend unless she joined." Remy barley looked up from his cards.
"Vhere es Victor?" Piotr asked, looking over Rogue.
"MIA." Remy mumbled.
"Oh."
"So, Rogueyroo. Care fer a game?" St. John asked randomly.
"What one?" She asked, sitting on the maroon couch.
"SUPER MONKEY BALL!" Evil Australian laughter echoed around the room.
"Can I play?"
"Sure Piotr." St. John said, turning on the Gamecube. Remy, who had just won solitaire, sat down on the couch next to Rogue.
"You play too." St. John threw Remy a controller.
Half an hour later, they were on level 20, St. John was winning, even playing with his toes and had his flame dancing in the shape of a mini cheerleader for him.
"Remy needs a beer." Remy moaned after loosing another life. Piotr, who was out a while ago, threw a bottle to him.
"Anyone else?" He asked.
"Ah'll have one. But heavy on tha root." Piotr nodded and threw it at Rogue. She missed, but Remy caught it and started charging it.
"Gimme, Swamp rat." She said, looking at him.
"Non. Chere must do Remy a favor to get dis rootbeer." Remy held the charging bottle over his head.
"Now what's that?"
"Oh, I know mate!" St John put the game on pause and bounded over to Remy.
"What?" Rogue was getting angry now. St. John whispered something in Remy's ear, and they shared a knowing grin.
"Chere must give Remy a kiss t' get da root beer." Rogue frowned, but then changed her mind and smiled.
"An' you'll get it. A long one." Clearly, Remy wasn't thinking straight.
"Oui." Rogue smiled, grabbed Remy by the trench coat, and threw him on the couch, she then fell on op of him, and kissed his squarely on the lips. Ten seconds later, Remy was unconscious, and Rogue got up.
"Why'd ya do that, eh?"
"Because, St. John, he asked for it. Now gimme that root beer!"
At 6:30, St. John looked up from his comic book, (X-Men, if you were wondering. "Wow! I want a dragon like that one!") "Oi! Sheila, Mags needs ya for dinner. An' if I'm supposed ta take you to his quarters." He set down the comic and extended his arm for Rogue, she took it, and the two walked out the door.
"Marie," Magneto said, he pulled the metal chair out with his mind and she sat down.
"Magneto." She said sitting down gingerly.
"No, no, no, please, call me Erik."
"Erik, whay am Ah here?"
"Simple m'dear. You are here to unite all mutants and help destroy the humans."
"An' how do Ah do this?"
"You must marry another mutant."
"Who? Pietro?"
"My son? No."
"Remy? St. John?"
"Not even close."
"Then who?" Rogue stood up, over turning her chair.
"Relax m'dear." Magneto took a sip of his wine and raised his glass. "You know him well. Scott Summers."
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A/N
Dun Dun Dun!
Disclaimer: The beer belongs to the beer company, the root beer belongs to ABC rootbeer, If I owned X-Men, then I wouldn't be here right now, and Super Monkey Ball and Game Cubes are owned by Nintendo!
~ASGT who is waiting for Kat to bring over the tape of Dark Horisons 1 so she can see the kiss. (Kat dubbed it the worst kiss in the world.)
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Kitty practically screamed as Magneto, in his still black and pink uniform entered the room. Fallowing behind him, was Rogue, her hands tied behind her back and her head down. When Magneto had entered the room, St. John and Remy straightened up from their card game (B.S. if you were wondering.) and did the Klingon salute like Magneto had insisted they do.
"Shadowcat." Magneto looked down at Kitty. "Earlier you're friend Rogue was faced with a decision. Do you know what this is?" Kitty shook her head ferociously as Magneto's hand trailed her jaw line.
"She was told to join us, or you, miss Pryde, would be killed. And you know what she choose?" Kitty shook her head again, tears forming in her eyes. "Rogue, your answer please." Magneto raised his arm and beckoned Rogue forward.
"Ah said," Rogue's lower lip trembled. "Ah said that Ah would join them. Kitty, tell everyone at tha Institute that Ah'm sorry. Ah really am." Rogue couldn't bear to look in Kitty's eyes.
"Pyro, Gambit, get Rogue fitted for a new uniform, as this one won't do, and show her to her room." Magneto barked.
"Yessir." They grumbled, each taking Rogue's arm and walking out the other door that no one had noticed before, as if they did, they would have walked out of it and escaped this whole treachery to begin with.
"And I'm going to release this pretty Kitty and Mr. Avalanche into the wild." Then he laughed. It wasn't a dark booming laugh, but a like girly laugh, like 'te he he he he!' None the less, it sent shivers up Kitty's spine. No grown man should have that screwed up of a laugh.
"You've got to take of your shirt, Shiela." St. John said, they were in the uniform room. Clothes and Clothes adorned the walls. Hat boxes and shoe boxes piled mile high, and Remy, Rogue and St. John in the middle of it.
"Relax chere. We can't touch you." Remy put his hands up in a gesture. Rogue then turned her back to the two men with mentalities like boys and removed her shirt. Wolf whistles fallowed.
"Now turn around."
"No way. Ah will not!" Rogue looked over her shoulder. "An' ya can't make meh."
"True, but Remy will leave y' alone if y' do." This time, Rogue turned around and crossed her hands over her chest. Yes, pervs, she was wearing a bra.
"Nice catch there mate." St. John whispered to Remy, who nodded. If Rogue heard this comment, she ignored it.
Finally after much arguing, debating, St. John burning ugly hats, and Remy trying to get Rogue to try on a thong, she had decided. Black pants, same boots and a black ¾ length sleeved top with green mesh and zippers no it. Her gloves remained the same. But why do you care? Because you don't, that's why.
"An dis is y'r room. Remy is down de hall, two doors. St. John is next door. Victor is three doors down and Piotr four. We will be seeing y' in half an hour for de training session. Remy will show y' how to get dere." Remy said as Rogue entered the room. It was blank. A bed, a dresser, a desk. As Kitty would have described it, it was 'like, so bleh.' But Rogue shut this thought out as thinking about Kitty made her think about Kurt, and thinking about Kurt made her think about everyone else, and everyone else made her sad. I 'Ah really realy realy don't want ta' be here. Whay did Ah save Kitty's life? So Ah can help Mags, with his unhealthy obsession of world domination? He really needs therapy.' /I She was brought back to reality by a knock on her door.
"Come in."
The door creaked open. It was none other than our favorite bad guy, Magneto. Well, actually, Voldemort is my favorite bad guy, cause' he's funny, but for the sake of this fic, Magneto is out pretend favorite bad guy. Happy now?
"Rogue, training is in the gym." He said, before turning around.
"Excuse meh, Magneto?"
"Yes?"
"Ah. Can't really train. Because if Ah did, then Professor Xavier could find meh."
"Well, Xavier isn't you're professor anymore, so don't bother calling him that. And he can't find us, we have a anti-Xavier magnetic force around this secret lair of mine." Magneto made a gesture with his hands. Rogue sighed defeated and Magneto noticed this. "However, you may sit it out today. And, you are required to attend a private dinner, with me. Pyro will escort you. At 5, when their session is done, they will be in the 'chill room' as they dubbed it. Down the hall, to the right, fifteen doors down." With that, Magneto left the room, slamming the door.
When 5 rolled around, Rogue walked slowly down the hall to the right, fifteen doors. She entered the room to see Colossus and St. John arm wrestling. Remy was playing solitaire. When Rogue entered the room, Colossus lost his concentration.
"Ha! I win! Oy, hello Shiela!" St. John stopped his victory dance mid leap.
"Vhat es she doing here?" Piotr asked in his thick Russian accent.
"De belle femme is here because Magneto threatened t' kill her friend unless she joined." Remy barley looked up from his cards.
"Vhere es Victor?" Piotr asked, looking over Rogue.
"MIA." Remy mumbled.
"Oh."
"So, Rogueyroo. Care fer a game?" St. John asked randomly.
"What one?" She asked, sitting on the maroon couch.
"SUPER MONKEY BALL!" Evil Australian laughter echoed around the room.
"Can I play?"
"Sure Piotr." St. John said, turning on the Gamecube. Remy, who had just won solitaire, sat down on the couch next to Rogue.
"You play too." St. John threw Remy a controller.
Half an hour later, they were on level 20, St. John was winning, even playing with his toes and had his flame dancing in the shape of a mini cheerleader for him.
"Remy needs a beer." Remy moaned after loosing another life. Piotr, who was out a while ago, threw a bottle to him.
"Anyone else?" He asked.
"Ah'll have one. But heavy on tha root." Piotr nodded and threw it at Rogue. She missed, but Remy caught it and started charging it.
"Gimme, Swamp rat." She said, looking at him.
"Non. Chere must do Remy a favor to get dis rootbeer." Remy held the charging bottle over his head.
"Now what's that?"
"Oh, I know mate!" St John put the game on pause and bounded over to Remy.
"What?" Rogue was getting angry now. St. John whispered something in Remy's ear, and they shared a knowing grin.
"Chere must give Remy a kiss t' get da root beer." Rogue frowned, but then changed her mind and smiled.
"An' you'll get it. A long one." Clearly, Remy wasn't thinking straight.
"Oui." Rogue smiled, grabbed Remy by the trench coat, and threw him on the couch, she then fell on op of him, and kissed his squarely on the lips. Ten seconds later, Remy was unconscious, and Rogue got up.
"Why'd ya do that, eh?"
"Because, St. John, he asked for it. Now gimme that root beer!"
At 6:30, St. John looked up from his comic book, (X-Men, if you were wondering. "Wow! I want a dragon like that one!") "Oi! Sheila, Mags needs ya for dinner. An' if I'm supposed ta take you to his quarters." He set down the comic and extended his arm for Rogue, she took it, and the two walked out the door.
"Marie," Magneto said, he pulled the metal chair out with his mind and she sat down.
"Magneto." She said sitting down gingerly.
"No, no, no, please, call me Erik."
"Erik, whay am Ah here?"
"Simple m'dear. You are here to unite all mutants and help destroy the humans."
"An' how do Ah do this?"
"You must marry another mutant."
"Who? Pietro?"
"My son? No."
"Remy? St. John?"
"Not even close."
"Then who?" Rogue stood up, over turning her chair.
"Relax m'dear." Magneto took a sip of his wine and raised his glass. "You know him well. Scott Summers."
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A/N
Dun Dun Dun!
Disclaimer: The beer belongs to the beer company, the root beer belongs to ABC rootbeer, If I owned X-Men, then I wouldn't be here right now, and Super Monkey Ball and Game Cubes are owned by Nintendo!
~ASGT who is waiting for Kat to bring over the tape of Dark Horisons 1 so she can see the kiss. (Kat dubbed it the worst kiss in the world.)