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"We succeeded."
"We?" The man asked, laughing. "I did it. I told you it would work and it did. You all doubted me, but
I did it. I found a way to terminate mutants!"
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Ever got a puppy and it wouldn't shut up at night? All it would do was bark? And perhaps, bark some more? They, don't ask me who 'they' is, say that if you put a ticking clock down next to the frisky little pup, it will calm him down because it reminds him of his mother's heartbreak. Actually, I don't even know if that's true, I just saw it done on a cartoon before, but oh well. Lets just say, it wasn't a heartbeat Rogue was hearing, and that her pillow, wasn't a pillow. She dug her head deeper into her pillow, which actually wasn't a pillow, as she felt someone tap on her shoulder.
"Not now." She mumbled, still half asleep. Her eyes immediately popped open when her pillow moved. She tensed up, only to realize her pillow was breathing.
"Mornin' chérie." Red on black eyes stared down at her and the reckless Cajun has a sheepish smirk planted on his lips. "Sleep well?"
"Swamp rat!" She gasped, trying to sit up, but he had one arm encircled tightly around her waist. When had she fallen asleep? No, when had she fallen asleep on him? "I knew I couldn't trust you."
"You drooled on my shirt." He stated and momentarily ignored her last statement. "All I did was sit down next to you last night and this mornin' here you are, practically laying on top of me." He winked at her. "So, what were you dreamin' 'bout?"
Her head lowered in towards his, as she softly spoke, "Not about you." She licked her lips. "Now, let me go before I remove your arm for you."
He did as threatened to, but slowly. He trailed his fingers slowly across her clothed side, causing her to blush slightly and bit down on her lower lip. "Still ticklish?"
Suddenly, she was half across the small rectangular room. "You're never goin' to find out."
"We'll see about that, Ro'."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You won't see about anythin'. I'm the one with multiple powers, Sugah."
"Don't stick the tongue out if you don't plan on usin' it, petit'."
I think it would've been easier to fly there. She said, telepathically to him, ignoring his last statement.
I thought about that, but I don't think I could've gotten away with bringin' an unconscious fille on a plane. He said, smirking a bit.
I can fly.
He cocked a brow. Pardon moi?
I can with Jean's telekinesis. She said with a shrug. Never really tried though. Gives me a headache to move anythin' heavier than.. She rolled her eyes. A quarter. "Do you think you're goin' to stay in Lousisina?"
"That's like keeping a bleedin' man inside a tank full of hungry sharks, Rogue." He mumbled dryly. "Why the hell did I even bring you with me?"
"Because you're an idiot, Lebeau."
"An' this idiot ain't afraid to throw you out of this 'cart."
She cracked a smile at that. "You would never.." Before she knew it, Remy was charging at it. "Ah!" She squealed, laughing as she dodged out of the way and walked right into one of the large wooden crates. When she regained her balance, Remy smacked into her and they both ended up on the ground. "You broke me!" Rogue groaned.
He patted her head. "Non. Just chipped you."
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"There are no puncture wounds, I don't understand this." Hank McCoy was puzzled.
"Could it have been a heart attack?" Jean asked, making a face at the covered comatose. She hated dead people. On the way back, the only thing Pyro had said was, "I see dead people" and he was quiet since.
"I don't know." Hank answered truthfully. "He's going to need an autopsy."
"How's the Professor taking it?" Jean asked softly, knowing Magnus and Charles were once good friends.
"Quite well—I assume. St. John has barely uttered a word since you all arrived here. I barely know the guy, but from what I know, that's unusual."
"I'm just glad he hasn't burned anything down." Scott mumbled, entering the medical wing. "I told Colossus that we'll take him back tomorrow. He understands."
"Now that Magneto is gone, the Acolytes are free to go. He should be happy with that." Jean said with a smile but Scott shook his head.
"Mystique." He reminded with a frown.
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"I'm headin' back to the base, mate. You comin' along?" A tired Pyro asked his teammate.
Colossus was surprised by St. John's sudden attitude. He didn't seem hyper, or talkative at all. He seemed like he overdosed on his Ritalin. "Yes, St. John."
"So, are ya glad the brute is dead?"
"Magneto?"
"No, Spider-man." Pyro suddenly scratched his chin. "I wonder if that bloke was a mutant too."
"He's a fictional comic book character."
"That's what they want ya to think." St. John mumbled. "For all we know, there's a comic book out there about us."
"Do not be ridiculous."
"Spider-man has his own TV show, don't we deserve one?" The young pyromaniac asked, raising his voice.
"Why are you taking your anger out on Spider-man?"
"I'm not!" He growled; feeling offended by that. "So, I guess you're goin' to be headin' back to Russia and stayin' there for good now, huh?"
"Now that Mag—"
"Doesn't it bother you at all that the stupid brute is dead? Don't you wonder how he died, mate? If something killed 'im, it has to be powerful."
***
"I'm goin' to get in trouble because of this." Rogue mumbled to the Cajun who sat across from her. They both kept eye on each other, aware that any one of them could try anything at any given time.
"That comin' from a girl who used to skip class and made herself welcome in the boy's lavatory." Remy smirked at the old memories.
"Things are different now. Back then I could actually touch."
He nodded slowly. "Could've taken that for advantage."
"Shut up." She mumbled, yawning.
"Don't yawn if makes—" He yawned loudly, making her smile.
"You could at least cover your mouth." They said in unison, and then they both rolled their eyes at the same time.
"Y'know Lebeau, I don't know why you really wanted me to come along—" Rogue stared at him, as if she could see right through him. "But if you're keepin' somethin' from me.."
"You're goin' to kill me?"
"Precisely."
"Can't wait, chérie." He said, with a wink. If there was one thing he loved, it was seeing her face when he made 'inappropriate comments/remarks' and/or winked at her. He was amused at how disgusted she was at him. "So, I guess you still hate Remy, yes?"
She shifted, starting to feel even more uncomfortable. "I don't hate you." She mumbled, but it didn't sound too convincing, to either of them.
"Well good. Maybe now I won't lose sleep over it." He mumbled sarcastically, only to receive a look from her. "Qui? You always goin' to hold a grudge 'gainst me?"
"Remy." She sighed, running a hand through her white fringes. "Don't start. I ain't in the mood, all right?" Without realizing it, she twirled strands of white hair between two fingers.
"You're the one who always started it, Rogue." Remy stated, he was obviously sick of her attitude. "I swear, if you remind me that things are never goin' to change one mo' time.."
"What are you gonna do?" She asked, amused. "Blow me up? Give me a paper cut with a card?"
"Is it too late to throw your ass out of here?"
"I should get out of here! Teleport to the nearest town and get your ass in trouble for kidnappin' me!" She suddenly frowned and rubbed her temples. "But it won't rest my conscience if we don't rescue Jean-Luc. You need me."
"Non. I don't."
"Shut up. Yes you do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Don't argue with me!"
"You're agruin' with me!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!" Why was she being so difficult? He chuckled softly. "We fight like an old married couple."
"We do—" In her mind; she replayed the last couple of words they exchanged. He had a point. "Shut up." He slowly reached over. "And if you pat my head one more time I'm goin' to bite your hand off."
"What makes you think I'm goin' to pat that pretty li'l head of yours?" He asked; amusement glowed in his eyes. "Maybe I was goin' to flick that spider off your shoulder."
Rogue's eyes went wide. "Get it off! Get it off now, Swamp rat!"
He smirked. "Now you want me to help you? It's okay for you to hate—"
Rogue reached over and grabbed the collar of his trench coat. "I do not hate you! All right? Rogue no hate Remy!"
"Then you have a funny way of showin' love."
"I don't love ya either!" With a frustrated sigh, she let go of him and stood up. "Goddammit all Rem-Rem, I—" She was cut off when the train came to a halt.
He grabbed her hand. "Put that sentence on pause, petit', we have to run."
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"So, what's the plan?" Rogue asked, pulling her hand out of his when they were a few blocks away from the train station.
"I was thinkin' we could.. wing it."
Her face fell. "If I die I'm goin' to haunt you for the rest of your damned life."
He reached to pat her head, but decided against it. He also thought about the perfect remark for that, but he decided against that too; he didn't want to piss her off anymore. Not now, at least. "Hungry? I know a little jazz club around here that has the best jambalaya..."
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"I plead the fifth." St. John said when he was asked if Magneto had any projects he was working on. Scott was the one doing the threatening, so Pyro didn't care much. If only I had Zippy.. He said to himself with a depressed sigh. He was suffering separation anxiety.
"Strange." Jean "Grey" said. She was standing next to Scott with her fingertips by her temples. "I can't scan your mind. You must have a mental block up."
"Gee, you must be a mind reader o' somethin'!" Pyro explained with mocked excitement. He scratched his chin. "'Ey! I used a pun!"
"Once he enters the pun phase, there is no way of getting him back." Piotr spoke up. He was standing by the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.
"Not mentally, at least." Kitty noted, with a nod. She stood next to Piotr. "It is, like, totally disgusting that there's a dead guy just down the hall."
"Hopefully he won't turn into a zombie." Pyro said with a wink.
"Ew!" Kitty made a face, still disgusted. "I am so locking my door tonight." Suddenly, her eyes went wide. "Ohmigosh, we totally forgot about Rogue!"
"No, Kitty, we haven't." The Professor wheeled into the room, all eyes on him. "I lost her signature, but just over an hour ago I tracked her using a power in Louisiana."
"Gambit." Scott said dryly, and looked over at Pyro.
"What are ya lookin' at me for, mate? I ain't got the boy on a leash."
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"We still wingin' it?" Rogue asked as they sat down at a table that had a clear view of the door.
"What do you think?" Remy asked, eyeing a waitress as she walked past him. "Julian is bound to find us, well me, here."
Rogue shut her eyes, and looked relaxed almost.
"What the hell are you doin'?"
"Tryin' to see if I can sense 'im."
"Jean-Luc?"
"Julian, idiot."
"And..? Do you sense him?"
"I don't know, I'm arguin' with you." She sounded so aggravated that he couldn't help but to smirk. "You better wipe that smirk off your face before I do it personally."
"Aw, you're sayin' that out of love."
"Shut up before I gag you."
"Promise?"
She opened her eyes. "Screw it! You're right; you don't need my help."
He tried not to smirk. "Someone is cranky."
"Well." A new voice joined in. "If it isn't the infamous Remy LeBeau."
"Watch it!" Rogue snapped when someone grabbed her from behind. Almost automatically, her and Remy flipped the thugs holding them from behind over their shoulder. "Looks like this day is goin' to get interestin'."
"Bonjour Julian." Remy smirked, meeting eyes with his rival.
"What the—" The other male mumbled when seeing the red on black eyes. Remy took out his Bo staff and extended it.
"We can do this the easy way, o' the hard way." The Cajun said, griping the long staff. "Tell me where Jean-Luc is."
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."
"O' it's for Rogue to know and for you to get knocked out!" Was the last thing Julian remembered hearing.
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Remy coughed, waving his hand around. "That stuff smells, Ro'." He said to her, making a face.
"It was either walk here o' teleport here so shut it." She snapped, elbowing him in the gut. "An' I ain't goin' any farther until you tell me you need me."
"Non." He wrapped an arm around her covered waist. "Now, c'mon chérie."
She phased out of his grip. "Not until you say it."
"C'mon, this is stupid Ro'. The quicker we do this, the faster you can get away from me. You want that, don't you?"
"Lets go." She mumbled, kicking the muddy ground like a child who didn't get their way. "But you're goin' to say it before the night is over."
"You keep thinkin' that." They walked around the swamp-surrounded area very cautiously. Well, Remy did at least. Before he knew it, Rogue ordered for him to get down and she tackled him to the ground.
"Security camera!" She hissed, blowing white strands out of her face but they fell back limply. "Julian has to know we're comin'. He ain't that stupid."
"Wouldn't be too sure of that, Ro'." Remy mumbled, sitting up. "You sure Jean-Luc is in there?" He nodded his head over to the house.
"I saw it in his memories. I'll go 'round back, you take the front." She said, slowly getting to her feet.
"Qui?"
"Don't ask questions, just do it."
At this rate, she could be a spokesperson for Nike. Remy said to himself as they went their different ways.
An' I heard that, Sugah.
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His eyes glowed in the dimness of the hallway as he entered the house. As he walked past the empty kitchen, he noticed an empty beer can on the table and grabbed it.
"Hmmm.."
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Two men stood outside a room, guarding it. Well, supposedly. The two men just stood there, talking about something. They were caught off guard ("Pun!" As Pyro would proclaim.) when a glowing can rolled down.
"Huh?" A man stopped it by setting his foot over it. Suddenly, it blew up, sending both men flying into the wall. Remy walked past the two unconscious men, mumbling something about what beer does to the mind. He opened the door and held his breath.
"What do you want?" The man inside the room asked, snapping sharply. His eyes went wide when he saw who was standing in the doorway. "Remy, what are you doin' here?"
"I've been askin' myself that very question." It was a good question. Why was he doing there, rescuing him?
"I can't believe it."
"That makes two of us."
"Your eyes.." The older male stared at him in astonishment. "What happened to your eyes?"
"Nothin'. My latent powers manifested." I sound like that blue fuzzy man at the institute. Remy realized.
"Powers?" Jean-Luc asked, still astonished. "Mon dieu, Remy. You're.."
"A mutant, Jean-Luc, I'm a mutant. Right after I untie you, I'll get out of your way." Using his power, he zapped through the ropes.
"You came back."
"I have a damned conscience. Don't see too far into this." He gestured over to the door. "Lets get out of here an' you can go back pretendin' I never existed."
"But you came back. For me?"
"Non, I traveled here from New York just to get some jambalaya." He mumbled sarcastically as he grabbed his arm, "Now lets go." He practically dragged him out of the room and down the hall. He didn't stop until two figured stepped out in front of them.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't father-son day." There stood Julian and his father.
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"You're better off gettin' out of here Rogue." Rogue said to herself as she walked around, to the back of the house. Memories about Irene telling her about the two families flooded her mind. When she got to the back, she noticed the dock and thought nothing of it. "Hmm, the door is locked." She realized as she turned the knob. "Oh well, guess I better go home." She whispered. "Or just walk through the door." Which was what she did. Maybe bein' a mutant ain't half bad.
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"C'mon Julian, lets—" The two men suddenly fell to the ground. Behind them stood Rogue, with two bare hands.
"Lets go." She ordered and took off, not caring if they were behind her or not.
"She can do all that with the touch of a finger?" Jean-Luc asked, clearly impressed. "Never realized havin' a mutant on apart of the team could be handy."
"Forget it." Remy snapped, hurrying down the hall to catch up with her. "Neither me o' Rogue is apart of your team—" He clenched his teeth. "O' family."
Jean-Luc raised a brow. "You mean you two are—"
"They're comin'! C'mon, this way!" Rogue grabbed a hold of Remy's arm and dashed off. Remy barely had time to grab Jean-Luc's arm.
"How does she know?" Jean-Luc asked, feeling as if he were in a violent game of Whip.
"Believe me, she knows."
"Will you two shut—" She was cut off when she ran into a man carrying a bazooka like gun. "Oh damn."
"Rogue, do us all a favor and teleport our asses out of here!"
"Oh yeah!"
Bamf!
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Part three completed – January 2, 2003
This is a HORRIBLE chapter. I know, I know. Do not complain about it 'cause I spent three days on it. THREE DAYS. The next part (which is currently untitled) will be about the aftermath of rescuing Jean-Luc, the results to Magneto's autopsy and more, well, just more Pyro. Perhaps a little Romy.. or not. It's a secret! Bwahaha! Which is what I should call the next segment, which will NOT be out until next week.
I know I said I'd answer reviews.. but I'm tired. :( Sorry y'all.. BUT I STILL LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!
Even if you do flame me.
-- Aro /3