Past Forgotten

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait... I had to make up my outline for this story, just so it actually goes with the 'sequel'. And yes, this is a Gambit/Rogue. But as you know, it doesn't end up being that, so please don't be very disappointed at the ending.

WARNING: this is a long story, and there WILL be character death, violence, rape, and swearing. Some chapters may be more graphic than others. You have been warned. There are hints of sex, and the graphic parts are just teasers. Keep it mind... this is STILL RATED R!

And in case you've forgotten, I don't own the X-Men you've got the people at MARVEL to thank for that ^^!

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Red on black eyes gazed intently at the naked woman sobbing in the screen. His heart constricted in pain, hating his line of work. It always made him feel like a monster.

'Fit'in'' he thought bitterly, lighting his fourth cigarette of the day. 'Already look de part...'

He flinched as the woman began to scream in pain. He knew what she was going through, he had gone through the whole ordeal himself. He fingered the scar on the nape of his neck, the sign of his eternal ties to area 42.

Gambit.

That was the name given to him by the bastards in what he lovingly called the 'hell-hole'. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his unruly auburn hair. As much as he hated it, he was stuck working in the secret base.

Him. Remy Lebeau, who used to be New Orleans' own 'White Devil'. He had the skill to steal anything; from the world's most expensive treasures, to the innocence of unknowing women. He was talented, and his father, Jean-Luc Lebeau treasured him for it.

"Hey, Gambit!"

A feminine voice called out from behind him, waking him from the ghosts of his past. Smirking arrogantly, he swerved his chair, and turned towards the woman. He smiled as he saw her attire.

It was one of the scientists that worked on the program. She was the first person he had made contact with after he had been sent to Area 42. Her attitude towards him had surprised him at first, but he soon got used to it, and came to enjoy their time together.

"Ah, Jeanette, p'tite," he said huskily, opening his arms to the woman. She sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around him. "What do Gambit owe dis visit?"

The raven-haired woman smiled seductively and began to run her hands over his finely chiseled chest. She took off her white jacket, revealing the silk shirt, and black skirt she had on. She took off her heeled shoes, and her glasses, allowing Gambit to gaze into her soft blue eyes.

"It's been a week, you know me," she said, leaning towards his neck. "I've been missing a taste of the bayou."

Gambit groaned as the woman placed her knees between his legs, teasing his growing manhood. She untied the bun that kept her raven hair up, letting it flow on her back. Remy sat back, and watched as she began to slowly unbutton her shirt.

Her clothes were soon pooling around her, and she stood before Remy in the small video room. They didn't worry about being caught, knowing that the room was strictly off limits to anyone without a card.

Jeanette captured Remy's mouth in a hungry kiss, and began to unzip his pants. She had waited long enough, and she needed him.

About four years ago, she had befriended the handsome devil. Never in a million lifetimes did she think of doing such things with him, but now she craved for him. He was good, and he satisfied her every needs. As she unzipped his pants, the phone rang.

She growled as Remy gently pushed her off, and answered the red phone.

"'Allo?" he said in a calm tone.

It always amazed Jeanette, how the boy could seem like nothing had just happened. It was what made the relationship work so well. They didn't look conspicuous.

"Oui, Mr. DeVillago," she heard him reply. "On my way."

She frowned, knowing she wouldn't have any fun tonight. She watched as he hung up, and she began to pick up her clothes.

"Who told y' t' dress?" he said huskily.

With wide eyes, Jeanette squealed as he lunged at her. She didn't think it was possible. She watched as he left after a few minutes, collected and calm. He closed the door, leaving her with a wink. She laid back down on the cold marble floor.

"That," she gasped out loud. "Had to be the best five minutes of my life..."

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Marie woke up to find herself strapped to a table. Confused and panicked, she began to thrash against her straps.

"What's going on?!" she yelled at the room, knowing someone must be watching.

The room she was in looked like an ordinary operating room, only instead of doctors, it was filled with machines, knives, drills, and countless dime-like objects.

"Do be still, it will hurt less this way"

Marie looked around nervously, and found the speaker on the right corner of the room. Before she could say anything, something had been jabbed on her neck, shooting unimaginable pain throughout her body. She began to convulse in pain.

Her hearing became slack, but she knew that she was screaming. Tears began to sting her eyes, and she sobbed, wondering what she had done in the past to deserve torment.

" Don't worry, this will all be over soon"

She cursed at whoever was at the end of the speaker, and swore to get revenge. When the pain finally subsided, her vision was already cloudy, and her muscles were weak. She felt the bed switch from its position, and turn upright. Too weak to hold her head upright, it bowed due to the weight. Her arms were slack, and she couldn't feel her legs.

"...girl...147...super-strength...Danvers"

Marie couldn't hear the entire conversation, since the ringing in her ears wouldn't seem to halt. Giving into her weariness, she closed her eyes and rested. She prayed to God that she would wake up and find herself back home.

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Author's Note: Wow... tough eh? I'll make the next chapter longer, don't flame me, okay? Seriously, you ain't got nothing of use to say, don't say it at all.