Eyes of the Beholder [Part: 3]
Chapter: 9
Authors note: I can say that I can jump up and down that more people are reviewing and let's just say someone told me people will read it, just not review. I kind of know that but it bums me out to see I haven't got a lot of reviews it makes me feel more important if I have them...it's a motivation I can't explain! Thank you though for following my story and taking your time to review. So for those who read this PLEASE REVIEW! I CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT THEM! -Special thanks to my beta reader RogueChere: [She's so great! Check out her Rogue/Remy Stories! I defiantly have competition.
It was when they first met, eye to eye, the Scarlet Witch and the Rogue, that a duel began to take place between the two. It was unexplainable why there was such hatred between them. Only that there lay a simple fine line of the same man they both loved as a father. Magneto took notice of this as he drew a friendly arm around his blood daughter, something that made Rogue a bit jealous to realize he would choose Wanda over her any day.
Rogue slid down into the chair in Magneto's quarters. He had asked her to come once Wanda made her way to the ship. Rogue knew what this was going to be about---Remy's memories and her room.
"As you know Rogue---my daughter will be needing a temporary room while aboard this ship. I have only one room which is to her requirements and I told her you wouldn't mind sleeping with the crew."
"No, that is fine with me Mags."
Rogue shifted her evergreen hues up into onyx orbs that blazed fire at the little pet name to her father's label. It was something Rogue grew accustom to and she figured it would never change---even if she wasn't the blood daughter. Rogue still had a place, didn't she?
"Good. And please Rogue, refer to me as Magneto or Erick."
At first, Rogue glanced up into a cold gaze of hard artic gray hues. It was like a sky of death---a gray storm that lay hidden like the night the war took place. Rogue felt a tear try to sting a path down her soft flushed cheeks, but she held it in as she nodded her respects.
"Yes sum Lord Magneto. Ah will be getting mah things n' movin' um."
"Yes, but first I need to ask you Rogue. The memories of Remy---are they comprehendible?" "There are just bits and pieces right now Milord, buh when they come tagether, Ah will notify you at once."
"Good. Move your things down to the lower decks. I need to have the decks cleaned as well."
"Yes sir."
Rogue knew she was getting the crummy sea fish dog---it was all to impress Wanda. To make her feel like she was his pride and joy. She hated how two faced she realized Magneto really was. She bowed and moved her way towards her room, picking whatever belongings she did have, which weren't many. Rogue was a woman who kept a low inventory of things---she slid her daggers in her tall boots and her spare gloves and a coat to the side as she took gifts and such that Magneto and Quicksilver had given her into a small crate as she walked to the bow of the ship. She looked over as the tip blade of the boat crashed down on the water. She tossed the crate overboard and watched the front end smash against it. She had high hopes the keel would do the same.
"What was that Rogue?"
Rogue glanced up to meet with another pair of stone cold gray eyes, although, his were softer and seemed to be filled with hurt as Rogue looked at him and then out at the sea. She smiled wickedly as she looked behind her.
"Whatever ah reckon it was, Ah suppose it's the sea's secret now."
"I see...."
Rogue looked at him, as he had seemed to make sure he blocked the way for her to leave. She gave him a hard look as her arms lifted to her hips. A frown settling on those once angelic, crimson southern lips. Everyone noticed Rogue's cold moods lately since she woke up from her power surge.
"You're leaving, aren't you Rogue?"
"Why? Tryin' ta find a way ta keep me here?"
"You know Rogue, he'll hunt you down---he'll make your life hell again Rogue. Do you honestly want that?"
"No, buh Ah don't have a choice."
"Yes, you do. You can... Rogue, what I am trying to say to you is.....Rogue, will you marry me?"
Rogue backed up with a gasp of shock as she looked at Quicksilver---his armor blazing with fire as he looked like a demi-god standing there before her. He offered her power, he offered her protection. But she knew deep down, god she knew he was only doing it out of pity. She remembered his touch---his true feelings towards her.
"Ah would only marry for love Quicksilver---n' no less."
"Rogue, I do love you."
"No you don't. Ya jus lustin for me, shugah. Love is somethin' ya can't explain. Somethin' that's jus there n' you don't love me. They both start with the same letter shugah, buh they got two different meanins to them. I'm only lookin' for the one."
"Rogue, we can grow to love one another. Just give me a chance."
"Can't take that chance."
"Then allow me to do one thing for you Rogue. To show you that deep down, past all the lust and the pity Rogue---let me show you that I do care. I will help you escape."
Rogue looked at him, as once again tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks as she looked to the ground of the ships upper decks. His gloved hand rested on her shoulder as he seemed to try to smile for her. She sighed as she nodded her head.
"Thank ya---"
She was cut off by his lips pressing to hers. It was a sweet and tender kiss, but she could feel his power start to absorb into her mind and body as she pushed away. He wobbled a little, as he glanced up with high hopes she would change her mind. She shook her head as she glanced up at him. Then held her head as she looked away, ashamed.
"You love him, don't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who I am talking about. My father."
"What? I think you've read me wrong Quicksilver. I do not love your father. Not like that at least."
"Then why are you acting like this since my sister came---how come you've always allowed him to touch you? To caress you and make you feel safe? Yet you never gave me a single chance Rogue. Why!?"
It was then Rogue admitted that maybe, in a different time line and in a different world, she could have loved the man known as Magneto more than what she did in this word. She confused herself at times, thinking that maybe a part of her did love him. But he always broke her---always seemed to do something to crush that little feeling that at times swelled so high. It was when she realized he had been using her all this time for the soul purpose to his own will.
"You touched me when I was sleeping, didn't you?"
"Yes. You were feed my thoughts weren't you?
"Yes. I can tell you Quicksilver---I don't love your father like that. I loved him as a trusting father I never had. I love you---but not the way you want me to love you Quicksilver, you force it too much. I want to love you so much, yet, you can't even love me yourself."
Rogue paused as she moved to a life boat---she looked at the pulley and slid out her dagger as she glanced at Quicksilver. She gave him a look that meant determination. Even if Magneto would make her a slave and make her do work she would always try to flee.
"I love....I love a man who once stole my heart when I was a child."
"What are you talking about?"
"I love the man your father has his will bent on trying to destroy."
"Rogue, what are you talking about?"
"I'll be with him."
She jumped into the boat and slid past the line as the boat began to move with great speed. A burning scent was left in it's wake due to the great amount of friction it gave way on the rope.
"Brother---if you want to join me. You'll know deep down in your heart where to find me."
Quicksilver watched her as she cut free the boat and watched as the ship began to make a quick distance of leave behind it. He gave her a look she could faintly see, as he ran as quickly as he could to the bow of the ship. He watched her with keen eyes, he knew his speed could not save her, he knew his speed could get him there faster than the flick of a finger, but he was not ready to leave yet.
"Remy LeBeau."
Was all he uttered, as he watched the one woman who he was so bent on claiming as his own fade away. But he realized that deep down, she was his sister at heart. He was always over protective of her and he thought by marring her, he could offer protection to keep her safe. And with her same position, with or without his blood sister aboard. Truth was, Wanda always seemed to get her way; she always seemed to edge her way to his father good side, which in the long run made him sick.
Chapter: 9
Authors note: I can say that I can jump up and down that more people are reviewing and let's just say someone told me people will read it, just not review. I kind of know that but it bums me out to see I haven't got a lot of reviews it makes me feel more important if I have them...it's a motivation I can't explain! Thank you though for following my story and taking your time to review. So for those who read this PLEASE REVIEW! I CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT THEM! -Special thanks to my beta reader RogueChere: [She's so great! Check out her Rogue/Remy Stories! I defiantly have competition.
It was when they first met, eye to eye, the Scarlet Witch and the Rogue, that a duel began to take place between the two. It was unexplainable why there was such hatred between them. Only that there lay a simple fine line of the same man they both loved as a father. Magneto took notice of this as he drew a friendly arm around his blood daughter, something that made Rogue a bit jealous to realize he would choose Wanda over her any day.
Rogue slid down into the chair in Magneto's quarters. He had asked her to come once Wanda made her way to the ship. Rogue knew what this was going to be about---Remy's memories and her room.
"As you know Rogue---my daughter will be needing a temporary room while aboard this ship. I have only one room which is to her requirements and I told her you wouldn't mind sleeping with the crew."
"No, that is fine with me Mags."
Rogue shifted her evergreen hues up into onyx orbs that blazed fire at the little pet name to her father's label. It was something Rogue grew accustom to and she figured it would never change---even if she wasn't the blood daughter. Rogue still had a place, didn't she?
"Good. And please Rogue, refer to me as Magneto or Erick."
At first, Rogue glanced up into a cold gaze of hard artic gray hues. It was like a sky of death---a gray storm that lay hidden like the night the war took place. Rogue felt a tear try to sting a path down her soft flushed cheeks, but she held it in as she nodded her respects.
"Yes sum Lord Magneto. Ah will be getting mah things n' movin' um."
"Yes, but first I need to ask you Rogue. The memories of Remy---are they comprehendible?" "There are just bits and pieces right now Milord, buh when they come tagether, Ah will notify you at once."
"Good. Move your things down to the lower decks. I need to have the decks cleaned as well."
"Yes sir."
Rogue knew she was getting the crummy sea fish dog---it was all to impress Wanda. To make her feel like she was his pride and joy. She hated how two faced she realized Magneto really was. She bowed and moved her way towards her room, picking whatever belongings she did have, which weren't many. Rogue was a woman who kept a low inventory of things---she slid her daggers in her tall boots and her spare gloves and a coat to the side as she took gifts and such that Magneto and Quicksilver had given her into a small crate as she walked to the bow of the ship. She looked over as the tip blade of the boat crashed down on the water. She tossed the crate overboard and watched the front end smash against it. She had high hopes the keel would do the same.
"What was that Rogue?"
Rogue glanced up to meet with another pair of stone cold gray eyes, although, his were softer and seemed to be filled with hurt as Rogue looked at him and then out at the sea. She smiled wickedly as she looked behind her.
"Whatever ah reckon it was, Ah suppose it's the sea's secret now."
"I see...."
Rogue looked at him, as he had seemed to make sure he blocked the way for her to leave. She gave him a hard look as her arms lifted to her hips. A frown settling on those once angelic, crimson southern lips. Everyone noticed Rogue's cold moods lately since she woke up from her power surge.
"You're leaving, aren't you Rogue?"
"Why? Tryin' ta find a way ta keep me here?"
"You know Rogue, he'll hunt you down---he'll make your life hell again Rogue. Do you honestly want that?"
"No, buh Ah don't have a choice."
"Yes, you do. You can... Rogue, what I am trying to say to you is.....Rogue, will you marry me?"
Rogue backed up with a gasp of shock as she looked at Quicksilver---his armor blazing with fire as he looked like a demi-god standing there before her. He offered her power, he offered her protection. But she knew deep down, god she knew he was only doing it out of pity. She remembered his touch---his true feelings towards her.
"Ah would only marry for love Quicksilver---n' no less."
"Rogue, I do love you."
"No you don't. Ya jus lustin for me, shugah. Love is somethin' ya can't explain. Somethin' that's jus there n' you don't love me. They both start with the same letter shugah, buh they got two different meanins to them. I'm only lookin' for the one."
"Rogue, we can grow to love one another. Just give me a chance."
"Can't take that chance."
"Then allow me to do one thing for you Rogue. To show you that deep down, past all the lust and the pity Rogue---let me show you that I do care. I will help you escape."
Rogue looked at him, as once again tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks as she looked to the ground of the ships upper decks. His gloved hand rested on her shoulder as he seemed to try to smile for her. She sighed as she nodded her head.
"Thank ya---"
She was cut off by his lips pressing to hers. It was a sweet and tender kiss, but she could feel his power start to absorb into her mind and body as she pushed away. He wobbled a little, as he glanced up with high hopes she would change her mind. She shook her head as she glanced up at him. Then held her head as she looked away, ashamed.
"You love him, don't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who I am talking about. My father."
"What? I think you've read me wrong Quicksilver. I do not love your father. Not like that at least."
"Then why are you acting like this since my sister came---how come you've always allowed him to touch you? To caress you and make you feel safe? Yet you never gave me a single chance Rogue. Why!?"
It was then Rogue admitted that maybe, in a different time line and in a different world, she could have loved the man known as Magneto more than what she did in this word. She confused herself at times, thinking that maybe a part of her did love him. But he always broke her---always seemed to do something to crush that little feeling that at times swelled so high. It was when she realized he had been using her all this time for the soul purpose to his own will.
"You touched me when I was sleeping, didn't you?"
"Yes. You were feed my thoughts weren't you?
"Yes. I can tell you Quicksilver---I don't love your father like that. I loved him as a trusting father I never had. I love you---but not the way you want me to love you Quicksilver, you force it too much. I want to love you so much, yet, you can't even love me yourself."
Rogue paused as she moved to a life boat---she looked at the pulley and slid out her dagger as she glanced at Quicksilver. She gave him a look that meant determination. Even if Magneto would make her a slave and make her do work she would always try to flee.
"I love....I love a man who once stole my heart when I was a child."
"What are you talking about?"
"I love the man your father has his will bent on trying to destroy."
"Rogue, what are you talking about?"
"I'll be with him."
She jumped into the boat and slid past the line as the boat began to move with great speed. A burning scent was left in it's wake due to the great amount of friction it gave way on the rope.
"Brother---if you want to join me. You'll know deep down in your heart where to find me."
Quicksilver watched her as she cut free the boat and watched as the ship began to make a quick distance of leave behind it. He gave her a look she could faintly see, as he ran as quickly as he could to the bow of the ship. He watched her with keen eyes, he knew his speed could not save her, he knew his speed could get him there faster than the flick of a finger, but he was not ready to leave yet.
"Remy LeBeau."
Was all he uttered, as he watched the one woman who he was so bent on claiming as his own fade away. But he realized that deep down, she was his sister at heart. He was always over protective of her and he thought by marring her, he could offer protection to keep her safe. And with her same position, with or without his blood sister aboard. Truth was, Wanda always seemed to get her way; she always seemed to edge her way to his father good side, which in the long run made him sick.