"Where are yo'?"
Tears were beginning to show around her eyes, though she tried desperately not to let Remy hear her shaky voice, "Ah, ah don' know." She looked around the room looking for a clue, but there was nothing. Rogue tried to remember when a brief memory of Pyro came to her, "Pyro."
"What about em' chere?" his voice was straining for an answer to where she was.
"He helped meh. Ah can' remembah how..." she closed her eyes and let the tears fall, "please Remy, ah need ya."
"Remy will find y' chere, don' worry none, he find y'," he hung up the phone and threw on his trench coat. Grabbing a couple packs of cards and his bo-staff, Remy jumped out the window, staring into the dark with piercing red eyes.
"Come on Sheila, pick up the blasted phone," Pyro was getting aggravated as he paced back and forth in the small room Mystique less than graciously let him stay in.
It had been four days since he last talked to Rogue, and she didn't sound so good then, not being in contact with her was causing the flame thrower to worry, which was something he never did, not even for people he cared about.
So consumed with trying to hear a voice on the other line, Pyro failed to see the window of the brotherhood house open and a dark figure step inside.
Before he could turn around he grabbed roughly by the collar and slammed into a nearby wall only to be met with two deadly red eyes, "Where is she," his voice was low and threatening, looking for a reason to cause damage.
"Don' know what your talkin' bout mate," Pyro looked down towards the phone on the ground then back at the Cajun man.
He smashed the phone on the ground with his foot and glared into his eyes, "Now is not de time to bullshit Gambit homme," his hold on Pyro became firmer as his voice became lower, "Now where is she."
"Alright, alright, let go of me first and I'll tell ya."
Gambit let him go and watched Pyro look around the room adjusting his collar and searching for an unseen intruder. "Have ya talked to her mate?" his voice was low, almost an inaudible whisper.
Catching on to his tone, Gambit replied with the same precautions, "Oui, chere don' sound too good." Pyro simply nodded his head, as if he knew already, "I tried callin' the Sheila, no answer, what did she tell you?"
Slightly aggravated with Pyro for not answering his original question, he answered, "Rogue be needin' help, said you knew where she is."
He nodded, "Yeah, I'll take ya to her."
He started to walk towards the window where Gambit came in, but was stopped abruptly as a hand shoved him back.
"Non, you tell Gambit where she is, you done enough damage already, non?"
With a slight annoyance he moved towards Gambit again and looked up to his eyes, "You need me mate, if ya wanna know exactly what happen to that Sheila, ya need me," he headed towards the window again and looked back, "And if she's as bad as ya made her sound, it's gonna take both of us," he climbed out the window with an annoyed Cajun behind him, and a shadowy figure watching from the corner.
"We need a car."
"Gambit handle that," they made their way to a parking lot and heisted a black corvette, tearing down the road, "Normally Gambit get a nicer car, but we in a hurry, no?"
Pyro nodded and avoided eye contact with the Cajun. After all, Gambit was a nice guy, but when threatened, he made a very deadly enemy, and Pyro wanted to stay alive, "Stay on this road for bout an hour, then head towards the coast."
Gambit nodded his head then looked over at him, "Now's yo' time homme, what happened?"
Pyro sighed and continued to look out the window, "Bout two months ago some mutant hatin' freaks got me, kept me in a prison called Genosha. Lotsa other mutants there too. Like a concentration camp or something," he winced at the memory then continued, "Mystique got word of your little Rogue and tracked her down. The woman brought her down to the facility, said she'd be doing something good for the mutant race. Rogue never liked the idea, she said she had enough of hurtin' people, but Mystique told her I was in there, suddenly the mission became possible for her." He sneered at the remark, "Mystique lied to her about a lot of things, mainly about how to take care of the situations once inside. It went smooth enough, they got the mutants out, everything seemed to be going fine, until this new Sheila showed up."
He paused and watched Gambits face as he looked over at him, "What femme?"
"Called herself Ms. Marvel, she started knockin' around few of our blokes. That's when Mystique told Rogue to grab her." He paused not wanting to continue, "She told her to hold on."
"Mon Dieu."
"The Sheila held on a bit too long, put the lady in a coma for the rest of her life, before Rogue could even do anything to help her, Mystique made us get outta there before more soldiers came. Rogue was scared and had a new mind inside of her own, so she came with us."
Remy clutched the wheel tight, making his knuckles turn white as his teeth clenched.
"A month went by, and everything was goin' pretty good. Rogue kept her abilities permanently; she could fly, had incredible strength, and was invulnerable, until that Mz. Marvel sheila started makin' frequent appearances in Rogue's head. She started goin' nuts over them, Mystique ignored her, pushed her further," Pyro glared out at the moonlight with hate, "She would have killed Rogue in the end just to have her power. That's when I got her outta there. Took her one night to get her away, Mystique knew, she knows right now. I had to keep quiet, if she suspected I was talking to her, she would have killed me."
"But yo' didn' tell no one bout it, did ya homme," anger was seething through Gambit, "Coulda tol' Gambit, coulda told de X-men, but no! Ye sold Rogue out ta save yo' own life!"
Pyro didn't look at him, didn't say a word, just continued to stare out the window, "Rogue never forgot you, she cried over you some nights, though she'll never admit it. I hate you for winning the Sheila's heart mate, but now I guess I understand why she likes ya'."
Gambit relaxed at this part, hearing how Rogue thought of him made his heart ache, which made him more determined to help her. "Good thing she got a friend like you though, non?" He tried to lighten his anger, didn't help, but at least he could say to himself he tried.
Pyro snorted at his comment, some 'friend', but it was better than nothing. "After this mate, protect her, the Sheila has been through a lot, she needs you, protect her and keep her safe, especially from Mystique."
Gambit nodded, "Nevah needed ta tell dis Cajun twice homme," they continued to drive down the coast in silence unaware of a black raven flying close behind.
Whew! Took a while to get it out, but I got it. And I SWEAR to all you active and dedicated viewers I am really going to try my hardest to post more often. And oh my gosh, I am so utterly sorry that I did not post long ago when I said I would (you know who you are) if I do not die of guilt from that promise first, you can gorge my eyes out with a spork!
Muchas thanks to alex and Katie, you guys will be my number one fans until I DIE!
Katt, thanks for the emails, they created laughter when I most needed it. (is that shiny hair thing and sex true?) you'll get to proof read my stuff before hand, guilt pressured me to hurry.
Thanks for your patience, and send me more reviews! I'll try to be "quick like a bunny on crack" ;)
Tears were beginning to show around her eyes, though she tried desperately not to let Remy hear her shaky voice, "Ah, ah don' know." She looked around the room looking for a clue, but there was nothing. Rogue tried to remember when a brief memory of Pyro came to her, "Pyro."
"What about em' chere?" his voice was straining for an answer to where she was.
"He helped meh. Ah can' remembah how..." she closed her eyes and let the tears fall, "please Remy, ah need ya."
"Remy will find y' chere, don' worry none, he find y'," he hung up the phone and threw on his trench coat. Grabbing a couple packs of cards and his bo-staff, Remy jumped out the window, staring into the dark with piercing red eyes.
"Come on Sheila, pick up the blasted phone," Pyro was getting aggravated as he paced back and forth in the small room Mystique less than graciously let him stay in.
It had been four days since he last talked to Rogue, and she didn't sound so good then, not being in contact with her was causing the flame thrower to worry, which was something he never did, not even for people he cared about.
So consumed with trying to hear a voice on the other line, Pyro failed to see the window of the brotherhood house open and a dark figure step inside.
Before he could turn around he grabbed roughly by the collar and slammed into a nearby wall only to be met with two deadly red eyes, "Where is she," his voice was low and threatening, looking for a reason to cause damage.
"Don' know what your talkin' bout mate," Pyro looked down towards the phone on the ground then back at the Cajun man.
He smashed the phone on the ground with his foot and glared into his eyes, "Now is not de time to bullshit Gambit homme," his hold on Pyro became firmer as his voice became lower, "Now where is she."
"Alright, alright, let go of me first and I'll tell ya."
Gambit let him go and watched Pyro look around the room adjusting his collar and searching for an unseen intruder. "Have ya talked to her mate?" his voice was low, almost an inaudible whisper.
Catching on to his tone, Gambit replied with the same precautions, "Oui, chere don' sound too good." Pyro simply nodded his head, as if he knew already, "I tried callin' the Sheila, no answer, what did she tell you?"
Slightly aggravated with Pyro for not answering his original question, he answered, "Rogue be needin' help, said you knew where she is."
He nodded, "Yeah, I'll take ya to her."
He started to walk towards the window where Gambit came in, but was stopped abruptly as a hand shoved him back.
"Non, you tell Gambit where she is, you done enough damage already, non?"
With a slight annoyance he moved towards Gambit again and looked up to his eyes, "You need me mate, if ya wanna know exactly what happen to that Sheila, ya need me," he headed towards the window again and looked back, "And if she's as bad as ya made her sound, it's gonna take both of us," he climbed out the window with an annoyed Cajun behind him, and a shadowy figure watching from the corner.
"We need a car."
"Gambit handle that," they made their way to a parking lot and heisted a black corvette, tearing down the road, "Normally Gambit get a nicer car, but we in a hurry, no?"
Pyro nodded and avoided eye contact with the Cajun. After all, Gambit was a nice guy, but when threatened, he made a very deadly enemy, and Pyro wanted to stay alive, "Stay on this road for bout an hour, then head towards the coast."
Gambit nodded his head then looked over at him, "Now's yo' time homme, what happened?"
Pyro sighed and continued to look out the window, "Bout two months ago some mutant hatin' freaks got me, kept me in a prison called Genosha. Lotsa other mutants there too. Like a concentration camp or something," he winced at the memory then continued, "Mystique got word of your little Rogue and tracked her down. The woman brought her down to the facility, said she'd be doing something good for the mutant race. Rogue never liked the idea, she said she had enough of hurtin' people, but Mystique told her I was in there, suddenly the mission became possible for her." He sneered at the remark, "Mystique lied to her about a lot of things, mainly about how to take care of the situations once inside. It went smooth enough, they got the mutants out, everything seemed to be going fine, until this new Sheila showed up."
He paused and watched Gambits face as he looked over at him, "What femme?"
"Called herself Ms. Marvel, she started knockin' around few of our blokes. That's when Mystique told Rogue to grab her." He paused not wanting to continue, "She told her to hold on."
"Mon Dieu."
"The Sheila held on a bit too long, put the lady in a coma for the rest of her life, before Rogue could even do anything to help her, Mystique made us get outta there before more soldiers came. Rogue was scared and had a new mind inside of her own, so she came with us."
Remy clutched the wheel tight, making his knuckles turn white as his teeth clenched.
"A month went by, and everything was goin' pretty good. Rogue kept her abilities permanently; she could fly, had incredible strength, and was invulnerable, until that Mz. Marvel sheila started makin' frequent appearances in Rogue's head. She started goin' nuts over them, Mystique ignored her, pushed her further," Pyro glared out at the moonlight with hate, "She would have killed Rogue in the end just to have her power. That's when I got her outta there. Took her one night to get her away, Mystique knew, she knows right now. I had to keep quiet, if she suspected I was talking to her, she would have killed me."
"But yo' didn' tell no one bout it, did ya homme," anger was seething through Gambit, "Coulda tol' Gambit, coulda told de X-men, but no! Ye sold Rogue out ta save yo' own life!"
Pyro didn't look at him, didn't say a word, just continued to stare out the window, "Rogue never forgot you, she cried over you some nights, though she'll never admit it. I hate you for winning the Sheila's heart mate, but now I guess I understand why she likes ya'."
Gambit relaxed at this part, hearing how Rogue thought of him made his heart ache, which made him more determined to help her. "Good thing she got a friend like you though, non?" He tried to lighten his anger, didn't help, but at least he could say to himself he tried.
Pyro snorted at his comment, some 'friend', but it was better than nothing. "After this mate, protect her, the Sheila has been through a lot, she needs you, protect her and keep her safe, especially from Mystique."
Gambit nodded, "Nevah needed ta tell dis Cajun twice homme," they continued to drive down the coast in silence unaware of a black raven flying close behind.
Whew! Took a while to get it out, but I got it. And I SWEAR to all you active and dedicated viewers I am really going to try my hardest to post more often. And oh my gosh, I am so utterly sorry that I did not post long ago when I said I would (you know who you are) if I do not die of guilt from that promise first, you can gorge my eyes out with a spork!
Muchas thanks to alex and Katie, you guys will be my number one fans until I DIE!
Katt, thanks for the emails, they created laughter when I most needed it. (is that shiny hair thing and sex true?) you'll get to proof read my stuff before hand, guilt pressured me to hurry.
Thanks for your patience, and send me more reviews! I'll try to be "quick like a bunny on crack" ;)