The Dance
She looked at herself in the mirror, just staring back into her eyes. Remembering everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks.
****************************Flashback********************************
"Don' worry none, people like dat, always get what comin' ta dem later on by someone. Remy guarantee dat one."
"Yeah, ta bad it won' be me, huh?"
*********************End Flashback**************************************
She smiled to herself. How ironic it seemed that not too long ago she wanted to teach Jack Lang a lesson, and now he was her target. A small smile made it's way to her lips.
After all this, she would finally be able to go back to the institute. But would she really? She lied and hurt her friends, worked for the enemy, and now she was supposed to kill someone. It would never be water under the bridge for her and she knew it. Despite telling herself day after day that killing Lang would fade from her memory later on, she knew it wouldn't.
She looked down at her hands. They were bare, but she put the black gloves back on. She could now touch, but the further she distanced herself from people, the easier it would be for her after this whole mess.
John burst his way through the door without knocking, startling Rogue. "Ya ready Sheila? This'll be my first time to a party in a long time!" he was a little too excited for Rogue to handle at the time.
She rolled her eyes, "Fer Pete's sake John, do ya have ta wear orange in everythang ya wear!"
He looked down at his clothes, baggy blue jeans and an orange t-shirt that said "Pyro" in big letters, "Well, I figure if I'm gonna torch the place later on, they might as well know who did it, duh Rogue," he replied and then walked out of the room.
She looked at herself one more time in the mirror, she wore baggy green pants and a black tank top, her hair was up in a ponytail. She had no need to get dressed up, the party wouldn't last long. She leaned over to her mirror and kissed her reflection, leaving the dark purple lipstick on it, she began to walk out of the room and shut the door whispering back, "Goodbye Rogue."
******************************At the dance/party***************************
There were people everywhere; it didn't seem possible that all these people went to the school. The music was blaring and the bright lights were flashing. The dance seemed more like a rave than a school event.
The X-Men were distanced across the room keeping their eyes out for the Acolytes, but having fun at the same time. Scott and Jean were dancing, Kurt and Amanda, and Kitty and Lance. The younger ones were walking around awkwardly or causing trouble.
Remy was leaning against a wall and talking to a pack of girls who were shamelessly flirting with him, he looked bored and annoyed. It wasn't until the doors of the gym opened that Remy turned his head.
A tall guy around 6'2" walked in followed by an orange haired guy with a stupid grin on his face and a lighter in his hand. Rogue was in front of them surveying the situation, spotting Remy. It wasn't until John grabbed her hand that she broke the gaze. "C'mon Rogue, I love this song!"
She looked at Remy with a look that cried for help. "John, we're suppose' ta be here of' a mission, remember?" she yanked her hand back and glared at him.
He grabbed her hand again, "Doesn't mean we have to be numb for the rest of the night Sheila!" She gave in and they made their way to the dance floor and started to dance.
Remy watched her, he knew John was a nice guy, but he was still jealous. "Pardon Remy petites, but mon chere has arrived," he then bowed out of his fan club and made his way to Rogue.
"Care if Remy cut in homme?" he asked looking at Pyro.
"I guess, love ta stay Sheila," he then grabbed her hand, "but the others are callin' for me." She began to smile, "Now, now, I know its heart breakin' but we will meet again!"
Remy shoved him away, getting annoyed with the Aussie. John just began to laugh and made his way over to Amara and started dancing with her.
Remy leaned down and whispered in Rogue's ear, "Remy hopin' you'd show up chere."
She looked up at him, "Don' be too sure of that Swamp Rat."
A slow song started to play and Remy took her in his arms, he touched the small of her back with his bare hands, and was thrilled. He smiled and she smiled back, "So why you come tonight chere?"
"You firs'," she looked up at him.
"Truth be told, Remy came fo' you."
"Ahh, and tha othah Acolytes too, huh?"
"Naw, dat was de original coming, but Remy only care fo' his chere,"
She looked up at him tears shining in her eyes, but never falling, "That's sweet Remy," she hugged him closer to her, "An' ah wish ah coul' say the same, but ah came fo' Jack Lang."
He looked at her confused, then teased her, "You gotta thing fo' de boy, if so, you better reconsider de whole mutant thing."
She began to laugh. Remy looked surprised, it wasn't the sweet laugh of Rogue, but a colder laugh. She looked back up at him putting her hand in front of his face, "No love," her hand began to glow a red color, like Remy's did when he charged a card, "This and Jack, and don' tell meh that killing Lang won' make anything bettah cause it will. Aren't ya tired of people lahke him endin' up on top, when they shoul' be six feet under?"
He pulled her tighter to him, hoping the other X-Men had not seen or heard what happened. He looked at her, tears in her eyes and a hurt expression on her face. He could tell she was fighting with herself whether to follow through, and her dark side was winning.
He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "You can' do dat chere, Remy know you can'."
Their hold on one another loosened and she looked back up at him, "Ah know, ah know," a small laugh escaped her lips. They held each other again, in a loving embrace, she gently whispered to him, "Ah guess ah'm jus' tired of wearin' masks Remy."
"What you mean chere?"
"What do ah mean Gambit?" she emphasized his name that time.
He brought her closer to him and they stayed like that, dancing for a couple of minutes. She looked up at the clock, it was eleven. She whispered into his ear, "We need ta get off the floor."
He looked at her with confusion, but she led him off the dance floor anyway, holding his hand. Just when they got to the far corner, screams were heard, as flames were lighting the balloons and banners on fire.
Rogue forced Remy's attention away from the fire as she held his face in her hands and stared at him intently, "Ah'm sorrah, sugah, but ah have ta do this," she kissed him and then ran towards Pyro.
Remy watched her go and saw everything being torched, the X-men were looking for the culprit but couldn't find him in the crowd of screaming students. He watched Rogue point Colossus in the direction of Jack Lang.
Colossus walked over to the man, and grabbed him placing a hand over his mouth. He headed out the door unnoticed by the other students, with Rogue and Pyro following.
Scott headed over to Remy with Jean, Kitty, and Kurt a couple of minutes later. "Did you see where they went?!"
As much as he hated to do it, he knew he had to stop Rogue from doing this or he would never get her back, "Oui."
She looked at herself in the mirror, just staring back into her eyes. Remembering everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks.
****************************Flashback********************************
"Don' worry none, people like dat, always get what comin' ta dem later on by someone. Remy guarantee dat one."
"Yeah, ta bad it won' be me, huh?"
*********************End Flashback**************************************
She smiled to herself. How ironic it seemed that not too long ago she wanted to teach Jack Lang a lesson, and now he was her target. A small smile made it's way to her lips.
After all this, she would finally be able to go back to the institute. But would she really? She lied and hurt her friends, worked for the enemy, and now she was supposed to kill someone. It would never be water under the bridge for her and she knew it. Despite telling herself day after day that killing Lang would fade from her memory later on, she knew it wouldn't.
She looked down at her hands. They were bare, but she put the black gloves back on. She could now touch, but the further she distanced herself from people, the easier it would be for her after this whole mess.
John burst his way through the door without knocking, startling Rogue. "Ya ready Sheila? This'll be my first time to a party in a long time!" he was a little too excited for Rogue to handle at the time.
She rolled her eyes, "Fer Pete's sake John, do ya have ta wear orange in everythang ya wear!"
He looked down at his clothes, baggy blue jeans and an orange t-shirt that said "Pyro" in big letters, "Well, I figure if I'm gonna torch the place later on, they might as well know who did it, duh Rogue," he replied and then walked out of the room.
She looked at herself one more time in the mirror, she wore baggy green pants and a black tank top, her hair was up in a ponytail. She had no need to get dressed up, the party wouldn't last long. She leaned over to her mirror and kissed her reflection, leaving the dark purple lipstick on it, she began to walk out of the room and shut the door whispering back, "Goodbye Rogue."
******************************At the dance/party***************************
There were people everywhere; it didn't seem possible that all these people went to the school. The music was blaring and the bright lights were flashing. The dance seemed more like a rave than a school event.
The X-Men were distanced across the room keeping their eyes out for the Acolytes, but having fun at the same time. Scott and Jean were dancing, Kurt and Amanda, and Kitty and Lance. The younger ones were walking around awkwardly or causing trouble.
Remy was leaning against a wall and talking to a pack of girls who were shamelessly flirting with him, he looked bored and annoyed. It wasn't until the doors of the gym opened that Remy turned his head.
A tall guy around 6'2" walked in followed by an orange haired guy with a stupid grin on his face and a lighter in his hand. Rogue was in front of them surveying the situation, spotting Remy. It wasn't until John grabbed her hand that she broke the gaze. "C'mon Rogue, I love this song!"
She looked at Remy with a look that cried for help. "John, we're suppose' ta be here of' a mission, remember?" she yanked her hand back and glared at him.
He grabbed her hand again, "Doesn't mean we have to be numb for the rest of the night Sheila!" She gave in and they made their way to the dance floor and started to dance.
Remy watched her, he knew John was a nice guy, but he was still jealous. "Pardon Remy petites, but mon chere has arrived," he then bowed out of his fan club and made his way to Rogue.
"Care if Remy cut in homme?" he asked looking at Pyro.
"I guess, love ta stay Sheila," he then grabbed her hand, "but the others are callin' for me." She began to smile, "Now, now, I know its heart breakin' but we will meet again!"
Remy shoved him away, getting annoyed with the Aussie. John just began to laugh and made his way over to Amara and started dancing with her.
Remy leaned down and whispered in Rogue's ear, "Remy hopin' you'd show up chere."
She looked up at him, "Don' be too sure of that Swamp Rat."
A slow song started to play and Remy took her in his arms, he touched the small of her back with his bare hands, and was thrilled. He smiled and she smiled back, "So why you come tonight chere?"
"You firs'," she looked up at him.
"Truth be told, Remy came fo' you."
"Ahh, and tha othah Acolytes too, huh?"
"Naw, dat was de original coming, but Remy only care fo' his chere,"
She looked up at him tears shining in her eyes, but never falling, "That's sweet Remy," she hugged him closer to her, "An' ah wish ah coul' say the same, but ah came fo' Jack Lang."
He looked at her confused, then teased her, "You gotta thing fo' de boy, if so, you better reconsider de whole mutant thing."
She began to laugh. Remy looked surprised, it wasn't the sweet laugh of Rogue, but a colder laugh. She looked back up at him putting her hand in front of his face, "No love," her hand began to glow a red color, like Remy's did when he charged a card, "This and Jack, and don' tell meh that killing Lang won' make anything bettah cause it will. Aren't ya tired of people lahke him endin' up on top, when they shoul' be six feet under?"
He pulled her tighter to him, hoping the other X-Men had not seen or heard what happened. He looked at her, tears in her eyes and a hurt expression on her face. He could tell she was fighting with herself whether to follow through, and her dark side was winning.
He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "You can' do dat chere, Remy know you can'."
Their hold on one another loosened and she looked back up at him, "Ah know, ah know," a small laugh escaped her lips. They held each other again, in a loving embrace, she gently whispered to him, "Ah guess ah'm jus' tired of wearin' masks Remy."
"What you mean chere?"
"What do ah mean Gambit?" she emphasized his name that time.
He brought her closer to him and they stayed like that, dancing for a couple of minutes. She looked up at the clock, it was eleven. She whispered into his ear, "We need ta get off the floor."
He looked at her with confusion, but she led him off the dance floor anyway, holding his hand. Just when they got to the far corner, screams were heard, as flames were lighting the balloons and banners on fire.
Rogue forced Remy's attention away from the fire as she held his face in her hands and stared at him intently, "Ah'm sorrah, sugah, but ah have ta do this," she kissed him and then ran towards Pyro.
Remy watched her go and saw everything being torched, the X-men were looking for the culprit but couldn't find him in the crowd of screaming students. He watched Rogue point Colossus in the direction of Jack Lang.
Colossus walked over to the man, and grabbed him placing a hand over his mouth. He headed out the door unnoticed by the other students, with Rogue and Pyro following.
Scott headed over to Remy with Jean, Kitty, and Kurt a couple of minutes later. "Did you see where they went?!"
As much as he hated to do it, he knew he had to stop Rogue from doing this or he would never get her back, "Oui."