Tattered Remains
Chapter: 8
Eyes of the beholder [Part 2]
Authors note: Um---I guess there is this thing going on with this Utterly Touchless bull, I started to make an X-men thing I did no mean to post this fic up there but I was going to send it to that name after I deleted in from this account. I realized that I would lose all my reviews and it would be pointless, if most of you didn't notice my Tattered Remains renewed
I had told my friend to post that up and delete it from this pen name so that I might be able to make this the X-men fanfic section. Overall some stupid prick who could have e-mailed me about my mistake told FF.net and they kicked my name off. Thank you who ever you are, plus they never left and E-mail account so in other words they new they would get chewed out. If you're still around define STUPID as you have implied me to be, I compare you with that of a Two year old tattle tale hmm...is this kindergarten or what? No that is not my other Pen name that is a Co-Writer of mine who at the moment are talking, because she's more DBZ then X-men at the moment.
Next time when you review-leave a name, and e-mail address if you can't manage that. Leave your number to contact you. I really WILL call you!
Special Thanx- To RogueChere as I have said before, without her this chapter would not be in existence. I wish to thank her for her time and effort and her patents with my bad grammar and bad spelling. Thank you. Check out her fanfics under search as RogueChere for some good Rogue and Gambit fics.]-Krysis-
Rogue had been in a crouched position at the time, as she allowed herself to turn her body around so that she was now facing him directly. Her full attention as well as her gaze lay on the man before her. Her eyes held his red-on-black eyes, as she began to make her way up to a standing position. She felt the strong shove of his gloved hands to her shoulders as he pushed her down, his gaze leaving hers as he looked behind him as he watched with a sardonic smirk. His men were prepared for an attack as they jumped from their hiding places holding back Magneto's forces. It had been a direct order to allow the girl to pass and to give her enough time to make her way to the house, his house to be more precise.
"What are ya..."
She was cut shortly by the firm yet gentle finger resting on her crimson southern lips as he quieted her without words. His fiery eyes that held a glow no other could have, seemed to beam down upon her tearing out her soul and molding it to his grasp, giving her no choice to fight it. Rogue felt her cheeks begin to burn with a firm flush of aggravation settling in, and the simple fact of his touch to her flesh. His finger still lay resting upon her lips. His stare alone made her feel uneasy as she glanced away quickly pulling her gaze to the patio flooring of the upstairs mansion. His finger moved from her lips as he crouched down directly over her, as his duster seemed to drape over her covering her from view as he moved his lips closer to her own.
It was then her eyes lit up as she began to fight his charm. If he touched her, he would end up like all the rest who tried. She began to push away at him, her gloved hands resting on his firmly built abs as she tried to make him move. It was something that she knew would be an easy way to get the mission over with, but she couldn't. He was no mission to her. She knew right then and there that she had missed him deeply, that even though she had played hard to get the moment Gambit had shown a shred of interest in her, the truth was not a moment passed since she had been kidnapped by Magneto that she hadn't thought about him.
She felt tears begin to form, and tried to hold them back. She was Rogue, the Ice Queen of the Seven Seas, The Untouchable Angel that every man tried to conquer. She was stronger than this; she had the will power to suppress her emotions. She couldn't fail her Lord, the man who took her in without question, who made her earn her place that she strived so hard to gain. It was then she gripped the outer flaps of his duster-trench as she pulled him close to her as her. Her lips pressed to his, and she could slowly feel the flow of Gambit's memories being pried from him as they began to make there way into her own, she could feel him kiss her back spite the fact that she was draining the very essence of his very life. It was when her own mind to control again did she shoved him away only in the fear of kill him.
She glanced at him, as he lay there unconscious on the ground. She could feel the depths of her soul cry out as tears bean to spill from evergreen hues. She was ashamed at what she had done. She was ashamed that she didn't want to let go. That kissing him made her life like heaven. It was when Magneto seemed to gradually descend from his levitated state from the shadows of dawn that she noticed a glow to his own silver-on-blue gaze as the shadows of his helmet concealed everything else. His arms lay across his own firm well toned chest, as his red armor lay blazing like gold in the warm rays of the distant rising sun. He seemed like an evil Angel, one prepared for war. Rogue felt the bitter personality of Remy cross through her mind as she glanced at the patio. She had felt secrets pour from her mind, things she never dreamed of ever wanting to know about the Cajun. She bit down on her lower lip as she could feel his gaze burn into her.
She never took notice to the extended hand in front of her, as the gloved hand lay right in front of her. She looked up as her gaze finally fell on it as she felt a flush of shame cross her cheeks. She grasped it softly as she felt him pull her into his arms tucking her away from her pain as he held onto her like a wounded child. Which to him, she was his child. He had used her, and he felt the twitch in his heart detect that maybe she suspected the same thing. He had toyed with her love for the Cajun, and the power of her to steal away his secrets. He would have to play his own cards right if he didn't want his Rogue to find out what the true reason why he had sent her to hunt Remy down. It had nothing to do with the simple fact of revenge. He knew his Rogue didn't have the heart in her to kill the man; in fact he had pre-planned this all along. Since the day he finally acknowledged her into his family, which she would be a primary weapon against his enemy, with her beauty and her powers - no man's mind was safe.
He didn't expect his son to fall for her, or the simple fact that she had gained such a close place in his heart. He ran a gloved hand through her hair as he began to caress her like a father saying goodnight to a child. He smiled down at her as he saw her eyes begin to grow tired. Physically she was in good shape, but her mind was exhausted from fighting back, and being fed someone else's life wasn't quite as easy as it may have seemed. He sighed as he landed, a battle still surrounding the scene as he handed the girl to his son. Quicksilver, with the speed that no man possessed ran across the ocean, no need for a boat, as he held the one woman he was determined to win in his arms as he sped up along the side of the massive ship. The saber that lay to his side glistened in the rays of the sun, as he had his own angelic glow. His silver-white hair seemed so much like his father's as it blew gently in the breeze.
"Rest now Rogue"
He made his way to her chambers, which were close to his father's main cabin as he kicked open the door, making his way through as he rested her upon her bed. He smiled softly as he watched her smile back, tucking her head firmly in her pillow as she went from a light sleep to a deep sleep. He too, much like his father, had guilt in his heart as he knew what her true primary propose was. She was their weapon, and like all weapons, you always found something else better and more improved, she would be disposed of like trash, or so he had thought, until Rogue had secured her place by Magneto's side with her sweet charm, and her determination to prove her faithfulness.
As Rogue slept, he could watched intently to her eyes, which swayed back and forth, sweat pouring from her head as she was fighting back the memories of Magneto's foes. He almost wished he could take her place to ease her pain, as he subconsciously swept away her hair, not realizing how stupid it had been to not be wearing gloves as his flesh met with her own, and before he could pull back he felt as if his life was being torn from him as she began to much like he subconsciously absorb his powers. He pulled back quickly, realizing the great mistake he had made as he shook his hand in the air trying to shake off the numb yet stinging pain in his hand as he glanced at her in pure shock.
That was when the lights went out for Rogue, and darkness consumed her mind. Little did Magneto know his son had touched her flesh, or the fact that Remy's secrets seemed to be scrambled into something she knew very little about, it was a complex scam that Remy was planning. But it was something so deep that it seemed blocked by shadows. The only thing that seemed pure about his thoughts was an attachment he had felt for Rogue. Remy was not thinking of plans, revenge, or killing, he had just wanted to see her again. He was so happy to see her. The man that had gained the heart of almost every woman he made contact with was more devoted to her than any of them, the fact that his ex-wife Bella Donna had left him shortly after beckoning to her family's calls and leaving behind a broken man.
After that, there had been many flings in Remy's life. Heat of the moment, or women who he felt sparked his interest for the time being, but the only woman he truly was bent on trying to obtain, was her. When she had met eye to eye with him she could almost read his very thoughts but what he was thinking about was no plot to hurt her, to inflict pain. The one man who she thought had forsaken her from his thoughts, and was constantly told by the one man she trusted the most had abandoned her and sold her like a piece of cargo and nothing more. It was when Quicksilver's hand touched her own, that his thoughts came to her mind; how she was a simple weapon who had become something more. She couldn't deny the love that was there, but she could sense hesitation to the trueness of her occupation as a member of Magneto's rogue pirates. She could simply be replaced, and with the comings of The Scarlet Witch, the famous daughter of Magneto, her replacement could come easy. No longer would she be the spoiled foster child of Magneto, she would be on probation. She could feel it in his heart that if it wasn't for his semi-love for the girl she would die. He had feelings towards her yes, but nothing compared to Remy's. For Quicksilver's feelings lay more with pity, and regret than it did with the word love. Love. It was such an over used word in the world today, a persuasion more than a meaning. The word love was a simple ploy in manipulating a young mind into believing that you were in it for her personality and not her looks. That beauty in their mind was only skin deep. When in all reality it was a cheep way to win the girl a few times into bed, and to use her and break her.
It was something that Rogue knew Quicksilver for, for many women called him the lady charmer; know known woman has ever told Gambit No. He was a God to them. A man of power and wealth, and Rogue knew this as it was mainly the only reason why she held back. Although, Remy himself was most likely worse when it came to women, he still held a passion for them. He cared, but that gave him no right to manipulate them into thinking they had a chance. She, on the other hand, knew she had a chance with the Cajun. Rogue hand known deep down inside that she had a place along his side, spite the odds of things not working out between them. It was then, the blackness of her mind, which lay deep in thought began to disappear. Her eyes began to flutter open, like a butterfly having use of its wings for the first time. Her large green eyes seemed to glow with life as her lips parted slightly as she leaned up. She sat there for a few moments thinking again as she finally had the strength in her to push her up as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She couldn't hold back the tears, as when she knew that she was alone, she finally allowed them to flow. When they came, it came like a great waterfall. It had been caused from all the great emotions she held back deep within her mind, and it was now that her mind had chosen to allow them to slide back, knowing that she was ready now to take them all in.
Her past on the streets, starving for food as she put on acts for the rich folk fooling them into thinking her something she wasn't. She even remembered first meetings of the Pirate Remy E. LeBeau, up to her kidnap and betrayal of a supposed friend who betrayed her to lay with the man of the name Henri LeBeau. Margaret, the woman who had sold her out to Magneto with the help of Bella Donna, as Margaret had been figuring that Rogue had taken Henri's right hand away from her, her jealousy over baring as she had helped Magneto storm onto the ship that night as she made it easy for them by drugging her food with sleeping herbs. Betrayal was growing thick around her as she noticed Magneto's means of disposing of her. She was going to have to put on a act as if Quicksilver had never touched her, or only lead on that she knew only a little about something in his past, something as stupid as him hating his father for tossing him out to sea to teach him how to swim with the unexpected. She sighed, as she felt that this was going to be harder than she had anticipated.
Reviews:
I think I have lost most of my readers...major darn but I am glad my 'cool beans' is still kicking around and alive---as well as RogueChere. This chapter is dedicated to you both, for your support and uplift. I would have stopped writing along time ago if it hadn't been for the little nudges you both give me here and there as much as I am glad that you both enjoy my Fic. ^^ It is a pleasure to know I touch some Rogue and Remy fans---I refuse to say Romy [I think that might have to grow on me new age things always do.]
Authors note: Um---I guess there is this thing going on with this Utterly Touchless bull, I started to make an X-men thing I did no mean to post this fic up there but I was going to send it to that name after I deleted in from this account. I realized that I would lose all my reviews and it would be pointless, if most of you didn't notice my Tattered Remains renewed
I had told my friend to post that up and delete it from this pen name so that I might be able to make this the X-men fanfic section. Overall some stupid prick who could have e-mailed me about my mistake told FF.net and they kicked my name off. Thank you who ever you are, plus they never left and E-mail account so in other words they new they would get chewed out. If you're still around define STUPID as you have implied me to be, I compare you with that of a Two year old tattle tale hmm...is this kindergarten or what? No that is not my other Pen name that is a Co-Writer of mine who at the moment are talking, because she's more DBZ then X-men at the moment.
Next time when you review-leave a name, and e-mail address if you can't manage that. Leave your number to contact you. I really WILL call you!
Special Thanx- To RogueChere as I have said before, without her this chapter would not be in existence. I wish to thank her for her time and effort and her patents with my bad grammar and bad spelling. Thank you. Check out her fanfics under search as RogueChere for some good Rogue and Gambit fics.]-Krysis-
Rogue had been in a crouched position at the time, as she allowed herself to turn her body around so that she was now facing him directly. Her full attention as well as her gaze lay on the man before her. Her eyes held his red-on-black eyes, as she began to make her way up to a standing position. She felt the strong shove of his gloved hands to her shoulders as he pushed her down, his gaze leaving hers as he looked behind him as he watched with a sardonic smirk. His men were prepared for an attack as they jumped from their hiding places holding back Magneto's forces. It had been a direct order to allow the girl to pass and to give her enough time to make her way to the house, his house to be more precise.
"What are ya..."
She was cut shortly by the firm yet gentle finger resting on her crimson southern lips as he quieted her without words. His fiery eyes that held a glow no other could have, seemed to beam down upon her tearing out her soul and molding it to his grasp, giving her no choice to fight it. Rogue felt her cheeks begin to burn with a firm flush of aggravation settling in, and the simple fact of his touch to her flesh. His finger still lay resting upon her lips. His stare alone made her feel uneasy as she glanced away quickly pulling her gaze to the patio flooring of the upstairs mansion. His finger moved from her lips as he crouched down directly over her, as his duster seemed to drape over her covering her from view as he moved his lips closer to her own.
It was then her eyes lit up as she began to fight his charm. If he touched her, he would end up like all the rest who tried. She began to push away at him, her gloved hands resting on his firmly built abs as she tried to make him move. It was something that she knew would be an easy way to get the mission over with, but she couldn't. He was no mission to her. She knew right then and there that she had missed him deeply, that even though she had played hard to get the moment Gambit had shown a shred of interest in her, the truth was not a moment passed since she had been kidnapped by Magneto that she hadn't thought about him.
She felt tears begin to form, and tried to hold them back. She was Rogue, the Ice Queen of the Seven Seas, The Untouchable Angel that every man tried to conquer. She was stronger than this; she had the will power to suppress her emotions. She couldn't fail her Lord, the man who took her in without question, who made her earn her place that she strived so hard to gain. It was then she gripped the outer flaps of his duster-trench as she pulled him close to her as her. Her lips pressed to his, and she could slowly feel the flow of Gambit's memories being pried from him as they began to make there way into her own, she could feel him kiss her back spite the fact that she was draining the very essence of his very life. It was when her own mind to control again did she shoved him away only in the fear of kill him.
She glanced at him, as he lay there unconscious on the ground. She could feel the depths of her soul cry out as tears bean to spill from evergreen hues. She was ashamed at what she had done. She was ashamed that she didn't want to let go. That kissing him made her life like heaven. It was when Magneto seemed to gradually descend from his levitated state from the shadows of dawn that she noticed a glow to his own silver-on-blue gaze as the shadows of his helmet concealed everything else. His arms lay across his own firm well toned chest, as his red armor lay blazing like gold in the warm rays of the distant rising sun. He seemed like an evil Angel, one prepared for war. Rogue felt the bitter personality of Remy cross through her mind as she glanced at the patio. She had felt secrets pour from her mind, things she never dreamed of ever wanting to know about the Cajun. She bit down on her lower lip as she could feel his gaze burn into her.
She never took notice to the extended hand in front of her, as the gloved hand lay right in front of her. She looked up as her gaze finally fell on it as she felt a flush of shame cross her cheeks. She grasped it softly as she felt him pull her into his arms tucking her away from her pain as he held onto her like a wounded child. Which to him, she was his child. He had used her, and he felt the twitch in his heart detect that maybe she suspected the same thing. He had toyed with her love for the Cajun, and the power of her to steal away his secrets. He would have to play his own cards right if he didn't want his Rogue to find out what the true reason why he had sent her to hunt Remy down. It had nothing to do with the simple fact of revenge. He knew his Rogue didn't have the heart in her to kill the man; in fact he had pre-planned this all along. Since the day he finally acknowledged her into his family, which she would be a primary weapon against his enemy, with her beauty and her powers - no man's mind was safe.
He didn't expect his son to fall for her, or the simple fact that she had gained such a close place in his heart. He ran a gloved hand through her hair as he began to caress her like a father saying goodnight to a child. He smiled down at her as he saw her eyes begin to grow tired. Physically she was in good shape, but her mind was exhausted from fighting back, and being fed someone else's life wasn't quite as easy as it may have seemed. He sighed as he landed, a battle still surrounding the scene as he handed the girl to his son. Quicksilver, with the speed that no man possessed ran across the ocean, no need for a boat, as he held the one woman he was determined to win in his arms as he sped up along the side of the massive ship. The saber that lay to his side glistened in the rays of the sun, as he had his own angelic glow. His silver-white hair seemed so much like his father's as it blew gently in the breeze.
"Rest now Rogue"
He made his way to her chambers, which were close to his father's main cabin as he kicked open the door, making his way through as he rested her upon her bed. He smiled softly as he watched her smile back, tucking her head firmly in her pillow as she went from a light sleep to a deep sleep. He too, much like his father, had guilt in his heart as he knew what her true primary propose was. She was their weapon, and like all weapons, you always found something else better and more improved, she would be disposed of like trash, or so he had thought, until Rogue had secured her place by Magneto's side with her sweet charm, and her determination to prove her faithfulness.
As Rogue slept, he could watched intently to her eyes, which swayed back and forth, sweat pouring from her head as she was fighting back the memories of Magneto's foes. He almost wished he could take her place to ease her pain, as he subconsciously swept away her hair, not realizing how stupid it had been to not be wearing gloves as his flesh met with her own, and before he could pull back he felt as if his life was being torn from him as she began to much like he subconsciously absorb his powers. He pulled back quickly, realizing the great mistake he had made as he shook his hand in the air trying to shake off the numb yet stinging pain in his hand as he glanced at her in pure shock.
That was when the lights went out for Rogue, and darkness consumed her mind. Little did Magneto know his son had touched her flesh, or the fact that Remy's secrets seemed to be scrambled into something she knew very little about, it was a complex scam that Remy was planning. But it was something so deep that it seemed blocked by shadows. The only thing that seemed pure about his thoughts was an attachment he had felt for Rogue. Remy was not thinking of plans, revenge, or killing, he had just wanted to see her again. He was so happy to see her. The man that had gained the heart of almost every woman he made contact with was more devoted to her than any of them, the fact that his ex-wife Bella Donna had left him shortly after beckoning to her family's calls and leaving behind a broken man.
After that, there had been many flings in Remy's life. Heat of the moment, or women who he felt sparked his interest for the time being, but the only woman he truly was bent on trying to obtain, was her. When she had met eye to eye with him she could almost read his very thoughts but what he was thinking about was no plot to hurt her, to inflict pain. The one man who she thought had forsaken her from his thoughts, and was constantly told by the one man she trusted the most had abandoned her and sold her like a piece of cargo and nothing more. It was when Quicksilver's hand touched her own, that his thoughts came to her mind; how she was a simple weapon who had become something more. She couldn't deny the love that was there, but she could sense hesitation to the trueness of her occupation as a member of Magneto's rogue pirates. She could simply be replaced, and with the comings of The Scarlet Witch, the famous daughter of Magneto, her replacement could come easy. No longer would she be the spoiled foster child of Magneto, she would be on probation. She could feel it in his heart that if it wasn't for his semi-love for the girl she would die. He had feelings towards her yes, but nothing compared to Remy's. For Quicksilver's feelings lay more with pity, and regret than it did with the word love. Love. It was such an over used word in the world today, a persuasion more than a meaning. The word love was a simple ploy in manipulating a young mind into believing that you were in it for her personality and not her looks. That beauty in their mind was only skin deep. When in all reality it was a cheep way to win the girl a few times into bed, and to use her and break her.
It was something that Rogue knew Quicksilver for, for many women called him the lady charmer; know known woman has ever told Gambit No. He was a God to them. A man of power and wealth, and Rogue knew this as it was mainly the only reason why she held back. Although, Remy himself was most likely worse when it came to women, he still held a passion for them. He cared, but that gave him no right to manipulate them into thinking they had a chance. She, on the other hand, knew she had a chance with the Cajun. Rogue hand known deep down inside that she had a place along his side, spite the odds of things not working out between them. It was then, the blackness of her mind, which lay deep in thought began to disappear. Her eyes began to flutter open, like a butterfly having use of its wings for the first time. Her large green eyes seemed to glow with life as her lips parted slightly as she leaned up. She sat there for a few moments thinking again as she finally had the strength in her to push her up as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She couldn't hold back the tears, as when she knew that she was alone, she finally allowed them to flow. When they came, it came like a great waterfall. It had been caused from all the great emotions she held back deep within her mind, and it was now that her mind had chosen to allow them to slide back, knowing that she was ready now to take them all in.
Her past on the streets, starving for food as she put on acts for the rich folk fooling them into thinking her something she wasn't. She even remembered first meetings of the Pirate Remy E. LeBeau, up to her kidnap and betrayal of a supposed friend who betrayed her to lay with the man of the name Henri LeBeau. Margaret, the woman who had sold her out to Magneto with the help of Bella Donna, as Margaret had been figuring that Rogue had taken Henri's right hand away from her, her jealousy over baring as she had helped Magneto storm onto the ship that night as she made it easy for them by drugging her food with sleeping herbs. Betrayal was growing thick around her as she noticed Magneto's means of disposing of her. She was going to have to put on a act as if Quicksilver had never touched her, or only lead on that she knew only a little about something in his past, something as stupid as him hating his father for tossing him out to sea to teach him how to swim with the unexpected. She sighed, as she felt that this was going to be harder than she had anticipated.
Reviews:
I think I have lost most of my readers...major darn but I am glad my 'cool beans' is still kicking around and alive---as well as RogueChere. This chapter is dedicated to you both, for your support and uplift. I would have stopped writing along time ago if it hadn't been for the little nudges you both give me here and there as much as I am glad that you both enjoy my Fic. ^^ It is a pleasure to know I touch some Rogue and Remy fans---I refuse to say Romy [I think that might have to grow on me new age things always do.]