The Truth Hurts
Chapter XXXIV: The Plot Thickens
By: Michelle
Gambit took a deep breath as he walked over to Graydon. I ought to leave his mutant hating ass stuck to that fucking chair. Why did he have to be Rogue's brother? He sighed taking a quick glance at her fiddling with the bracelets around her wrist. I'll do anything for her.
They seem thin enough to cut. He examined the bracelets that held Graydon to the chair. He hated the emotions projecting from him. Graydon had so much hatred that Gambit wanted to be sick.
"It's about fucking time." Damn mutant son of bitches. I want out of this fucking chair. Graydon eyed Gambit as he looked over the bracelets. And this stupid ass wanted to kiss psycho girl. Doesn't he know anything?
Gambit pulled out a wire cutter out of his trench coat. This should work. "Ya very ungrateful senator, considering we could leave ya here for Magneto." He smiled at Graydon and flashed his eyes before he went to work.
What the? Graydon jumped at the sight of his savior's glowing red eyes. Now that's just freaky. Damn mutants. How am I supposed to ditch something like that?
While Gambit freed Graydon, Rogue fiddled with the bracelets around her wrists. They were too tight to squeeze her hand through, but were loose enough not to cut off her blood circulation. So, she fought with them trying to get them off.
As Gambit cut one of the bracelets, he felt a surge of pain run through his side. Mon Dieu. He held his side for a second and took a deep breath.
He has a weakness. Perfect. Graydon smiled to himself then shivered. God, I think like my father.
"Remember a mutant saved ya, Senator." Gambit said as he cut the last bracelet from the chair.
Graydon just sneered at him and jumped up from the chair. "Finally. It took long enough."
You ungrateful bastard. Gambit shook his head and walked over to Rogue. He smiled seeing her pulling at the bracelet on her left hand. "Let Gambit git dat for ya, Chere." He said taking her gloved hand. He eyed the bracelet strangely, noting its unusual shape. Then, he saw one of them on the floor. "How da you get it off?"
"It just started bending in my hand." She said. "Then, it popped off."
"Must have been thin." He replied as he cut the one on her left wrist off. He bent down and carefully cut the two around her ankles off. Ooo. The green thong. He smiled to himself as he took a quick glance.
"Must have been." Rogue said as he stood up. "This one too." She felt the one around her neck. She turned around and lifted her hair up.
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"I love you Kurt." Storm said as she held him. I don't want to let you go. She closed her eyes as she tightened her hold on him. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Kurt replied with wicked smile. "My Darling."
Her eyes flew open. She could sense something wasn't right. He never calls me Darling. He always calls me…"Liebling." She said softly as she let go of him. She backed up and looked directly into his eyes. She searched them, but could not find him.
"Storm." Kurt said in confusion to why she was backing away from him. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, there is." She replied as her eyes pearled white. She fanned out her hand sending a quick flash of light in her lover's direction.
ZAP
"You're not Kurt."
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Kurt looked at his foster mother's friend as he lifted off his hood to his cape. Herr Draco was the same as he remembered him to be. He was tall, about his height even though he slouched slightly. His hair was jet black, like his, and spiked up. His mustache and goatee matched in color and came down to a point on his tan face.
If I didn't know better, I would say this man was my father. Besides some of the men who worked in the circus, Herr Draco was the only real role model I had. He was the only man I could say I would be proud to grow up to become.
But Herr Draco was always a complex man. He traveled all around the world on various business trips. What kind of business he did, he wasn't entirely sure. Every couple of he would pop in out of the blue and visit them, adorning them with gifts and stories of the sites he'd seen. But as much as he was around the man, was as much as he didn't know about him.
"How did you find me?" Kurt asked. It was an important question that plagued his mind. How could Herr Draco find me? I don't even know where I am, yet, he found me. Something doesn't make sense.
Azazel thought for a moment. The inevitable question. It was something he expected, but was not entirely planned to answer. He walked around his son, eyeing him carefully. "I've been watching over you for some time now, Kurt."
"You've been watching over me." He said confused. "Like some sort of guardian angel?"
"More or less." Azazel replied. Angel is the opposite of what I am. "You have been of particular interest to me, Kurt, for quite some time now. You have grown up so quickly over the years that it is a shock to see standing before me as a man."
Kurt met him directly in the eye. "What are you talking about?"
"It's about time you found out the truth."
Kurt remained silent. The truth was all he wanted, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know anymore. The truth did nothing but hurt him, especially since he didn't know what the real truth was.
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Graydon rolled his eyes as the two of them. Oh come on already. He grabbed the door handle and fought to open it, but he found his efforts to be useless since the door was welded shut. FUCK. He turned his attention back to the couple as his last resort.
As Gambit carefully cut the bracelet from around neck, she could feel his breath against her neck. Don't even need to touch me. Baby just, breathe on me. Baby just, breathe on me. We don't need to touch. Just breathe.[1]
He could see the chills run up Rogue's spine. Oh what'd I do just too right now. As the last bracelet fell to the floor, he traced his two covered fingers along her collar bone. With you. He felt another wave a pain shoot in his side. Merde.
Rogue gasped as his touch, letting her hair fall down her back. As she turned, he pulled his hand back. Don't stop.
Gambit sucked in another deep breath and fought to keep her from seeing how much pain he was in. As a cover, He dug in his pocket and retrieved her glove. "Dis is yours."
"Thanks." She took the glove from his hand and placed it on. She stayed steady as He stepped closer reaching out to trace her white streak with his fingers.
"Ya welcome, Chere." Gambit replied as he felt the curl of her hair in his fingers. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her as he grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him.
She reached out with hand and touched his chin. Thanks to her glove, she couldn't feel his stubble, but she could touch his lip. "Pyro." She said noticing his busted lip.
Your boyfriend. Gambit half-smiled and remained silent.
Rogue smiled and looked up into his eyes. As they met, she could see them brighten and feel his longing for her. She inched closer, but was once again interrupted by Graydon.
"As much as I'd love seeing you suck the life out of this mutant lowlife and go insane…" Graydon said as he separated them. "I want to get the fuck out of here. NOW."
Pain in the ass is right. Gambit glared hard at the mutant hating senator before he tossed a card at his feet. He smirked as he watched Graydon jump under the mini explosion. "Get as far back as ya'll can."
"What are you going to do?" Rogue asked taking his hand.
He smiled and squeezed her hand. "Gambit gonna blow de door open." This time he had no worries of hurting anyone. He knew where his beloved Chere was. "Back up as far as you can." He said and kissed her gloved hand.
She nodded and backed away with Graydon into the corner of the room. Her eyes widened as he placed his hands on the door, causing it to glow pink.
He grinded his teeth as he charged the door with all he could. Small objects he could handle with ease, but a large metal door was something different. The more he charged; the weaker he became. He let go of the door once he charged enough to blow a hole big enough for them to climb out of. Using his agility, he fled the scene as far as he could.
KABOOM!
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Kurt flew against the wall and slowly turned his head to look up into her eyes. He smiled wickedly at her, causing his appearance to revert to her true form: Mystique. Her red hair touched her shoulders and her body scaled over. She stood up tall in her black boots as she straightened her black leather top and mini skirt. (X-men evolution outfit season 2)
Storm's hair blew wildly around her as the winds flood the tunnel. She kept her eyes on Mystique standing up before her.
Mystique eyed her hard as she looked at the angry weather goddess. "I didn't think Kurt would want someone as feisty as you, Storm."
"You know nothing about your son, Mystique." She replied. "So don't pretend you do."
Mystique's eyes narrowed in hatred. She knew Storm was right, but would never bring herself to admit that.
"Did I strike a nerve?" Storm dodged a swing from Mystique. "Or are you feeling guilty?"
Mystique didn't give her an answer. She just attacked.
Their battle cries were heard throughout the lair as round two began.
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Kurt felt a headache coming on. Herr Draco knows the truth about me. But how? Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore. He was living in one giant nightmare and couldn't seem to wake up. "I don't want to know anymore." He said walking away. The truth hurts. "I want all of this to just end."
"Kurt." Azazel studied his son's blank facial expression. "I didn't mean to hurt you. It was not my intention to cause you this much pain."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked with his back turned from him. He was intrigued to know more, but at the same time he didn't.
Azazel placed a hand on his shoulder. "I was only trying to do what was best for you…Son."
Kurt turned around slowly. He called me son. Was I his son? He looked into his eyes. He seemed to be telling him the truth. "You're my vater?" He asked, knowing he had always felt that bond with him.
"Yes." Azazel replied unsure of what his son's reaction was going to be next.
"Vhy didn't you ever tell me?" Kurt asked. "And after so many years. So many lies."
"I cared about you too much to let anything happen to you." He said to him. "I arranged everything only to protect you."
"Protect me from whom?" Kurt demanded feeling a rage build up inside of him.
"Your mother."
"Mystique, but why?" Kurt wanted to say something more but turned his head as he heard the battle cry. Storm. I have to save her, but I want to know more.
Azazel heard it too and knew what his son was thinking. "Come on."
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Iceman never felt so much rage coming from him as he fought against Pyro. He silently wondered if he should be proud about his fighting. After all, he felt like a cold hearted beast fighting. I wonder if Logan feels this way when he tears apart the Danger Room. That was an awful feeling. Kurt would tell me I am letting a darker side cloud my head with evil.
Pyro regretted pissing his former friend off. He had never seen Bobby like this and didn't want to face him like that ever again. His like a mad man or something. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and let him find out on his own.
Iceman heard the battle cry. It scared him. Could that be Rogue? What if she is in trouble? He punched Pyro in the face and ran as fast as he could up the stairs. At that point in time, he could care less about fighting Pyro. I'm kicking his ass anyway. He just wanted to get to Rogue.
Pyro touched his nose and looked at the blood on his hand. Son of a Bitch. He's going to pay for that. He looked around for Iceman to see him rushing up the stairs. Where does he think he is going?
Iceman stumble up the steps as an explosion shook the ground. Damn Gambit. He got to his feet again and hurried up the stairs, with Pyro following behind him.
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Gambit looked up from the spot he outstretched on the floor. The explosion was larger than intended, but he wasn't complaining. The hole was defiantly large enough for them to escape through with ease.
He winced as he got up. He stood motionless for a moment. What's wrong with me? He felt like the room was spinning. He leaned on the wall and took deep breaths. I can't be hurting this bad?
"Gambit." Rogue spoke softly as she took his hand. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." He lied. "Gambit dun charged up something a little larger dan he use to." He could feel the worry she had as she squeezed his hand. "But he alright now."
Rogue studied him as he smiled at her. Something's not right. She felt a chill run down her spine as she thought of the worst case scenario.
"Ya cold." He asked remembering she was just in her nightgown.
"Yeah." She replied as convincingly as possible.
Gambit carefully pulled off his trench coat and wrapped it around her.
Always the gentleman. Rogue slipped her arms in the sleeves. It smells like him. His Very Sexy for Men cologne with a hint of Marlboro cigarette. "Merci."
"Ya welcome." He took her hand again. "Now let's get out of here." He turned to Graydon who was grumbling about how much he hated mutants. "Come on dickless. Let's go."
Graydon gave him one of his hateful sneers. Damn mutants. He rolled his eyes as he followed them out of the room. He didn't particularly care to follow them at the moment, but he did it anyway. As he studied his surroundings, he plotted his escape.
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"Rogue." Iceman called as he reached the 3rd level. He felt out of breath, but wasn't going to let it stop him from his search. Plus, Storm is definitely going to kill me for disobeying her orders.
Pyro followed him up the stairs with no plans of letting him get away despite the heavy pack on his back. He raised his hands out to shoot a fireball his ex-friend's way, but Iceman turned quick enough.
"Chill out." Iceman froze Pyro's hands and watched him gripe about ice blocks on his hands. He made sure Pyro had no chance at following him anymore, by creating an ice wall to block him.
"Rogue."
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Mystique and Storm clashed hard into a cat fight. In her head, she could hear Remy yell, 'where's the Jell-O?' It wasn't Storm's preferred method of fighting, but she knew Mystique never fought fair. At that moment, she hated the fact that she had long hair.
She kicked Mystique hard in the stomach, causing her to release her grip and back up into a fighting stance. Her eyes pearlized again and she made her move with lightning speed.
ZAP
The bolt surged from Storm's hand. Mystique waited to the last split second as she back flipped out the way and into her fighting stance.
Well I know where Kurt gets his flexibility from. Storm thought and dodged a punch. And his fighting skills.
The more she and Mystique fought, the more she couldn't believe how many traits Kurt had from his mother. Despite their undeniable appearance, Kurt was his mother in so many ways. She didn't quite understand it really. After all, Kurt never knew his real parents until recently. Yet, there was so much of Mystique in him.
Yeah, that's defiantly the look Kurt gets when he, Logan and Remy are trying to kill each other in the Danger Room. Storm thought as Mystique turned and gave her an if-looks-can-kill glare.
"Problems Wind-rider." Mystique tried to entice her into more fighting. She didn't understand what her son saw in the Weather Witch. More like Weather Bitch. She made it her own personal business to make sure Storm was six feet under.
"My only problem is you, Mystique." Storm replied. "And the thought of you being my mother-in-law."
Mystique swung her hand so fast that the next thing she knew, she slammed into the wall. She could feel Mystique's golden eyes pierce her as she heard her say, "Like I am thrilled to have you as a daughter-in-law."
Storm felt her cheek as she found herself cornered. "What's the matter Mystique? Are you jealous?" She said as she looked for an opportunity to make a move. "Or you just afraid of losing the one person who loved you no matter what you have done to him?"
"You know nothing about me." Mystique replied. "Or the way I think."
"I know enough to know how cold-hearted you are." Storm answered. "Even to your own children." She took that as her opportunity to get out of the corner she was in.
Mystique caught her before she could do anything. She pinned Storm hard against the wall. "Well let me ask you something, Wind-rider." She held on hand tightly against her throat. "What would you do, if you and Kurt had a child and he took on his characteristics rather than your own? Huh? The tail…the misshapen hands…the pointed eyes."
"Well for starters." Storm looked directly into Mystique's eyes. "I wouldn't drop him off a waterfall."
Mystique screamed at the truth she heard in Storm's reply and threw her to the ground.
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I hate mutants. I hate mutants. Graydon thought as he followed Rogue and Gambit. Damn mutants. There has to be some way to distract them or something.
Gambit constantly glanced at Graydon. The little bastard is too quiet for my liking. That means he is thinking. I don't like that. I don't like that at all. Then, something worse than Graydon appeared.
"Bobby." Rogue spoke softly as she heard her name being called. Then, she saw him at the end of the hallway. "Bobby."
Gambit's heart nearly broke as Rogue let go of his hand to rush to her boyfriend.
Iceman rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her as they met. Over her shoulder, he exchanged glances with Gambit who now stood five feet away from them with Graydon a few steps behind.
As Rogue hugged him, she felt awkward. Sure, she was happy to see him, but for some reason it didn't feel right. She let go of him and backed up into Gambit and took his hand again.
Iceman felt like a knife stabbed him in the back as he watched Rogue interlaced her gloved hand with Gambit's. "So it is true."
"What?" Rogue said confused as she tried to figure out what he was talking about.
"You...and HIM." Iceman narrowed his eyes on Gambit who looked over to Rogue with love in his eyes. "That lowlife thief."
Rogue looked from Bobby to Remy.
"So who's it going to be?" Iceman demanded. "Me or him."
"I don't understand."
"ME OR HIM?"
Rogue let go of Gambit's hand. She felt like her head was spinning. Is he serious? He wants me to choose. Here and now. Either my boyfriend or my… She looked over to Gambit. His busted lip. Then, over to Bobby. He's got a black eye. She looked down at the ground. They have been fighting over me. I like them both, but in different ways. And now I have to make a choice. Oh my God I'm so confused.
Graydon smiled to himself. Bingo.
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BAMF
Kurt turned to see Storm hit the ground. He went to rush to her, but was grabbed by his father before he was seen by his mother. "I have to save her."
"I know. Look." Azazel pulled the collar off from around his son's neck. "You want to know the real truth. Ask your mother before she does anything more."
"But she has already lied to me once." Kurt replied feeling relived that the collar was gone.
"She played a game with you." Azazel stated and held up Kurt's hand gazing at the image inducer around his wrist. "So play a game with her."
He looked at Storm's form on the ground. He could tell by the look in his mother's eyes that she was not finished with her. He knew he had better make a move now, before Mystique does. So he adjusted his image inducer.
[1] Britney Spears - Breathe on me lyrics