A block away from Xavier's institute, Mastermind, a mutant with the ability to control minds, was pulled out from the back of a truck. He had chains wrapped around his wrists and a black band around his neck was used to send shocks through his body when he did not obey. Doesn't it sound kinky? Too bad it was Trask's men forcibly pulling him out from the truck, yanking hard on the chains while threatening to shock him.
"Four mutants have been captured, sir." Six of Trask's men walked over, pulling over Pyro, Ororo, Jean, Scott and Logan. Amara, whose eyes were half closed as if she were in a trance, was walking in behind them. "We should sedate them again incase they wake up on our way back."
Kelly got out from the passenger side of the truck. "At that boarder house, all the mutants there were also captured. All are back at the headquarters waiting your command, Trask."
"We're not leaving yet—"
"Crikey!" The sleeping Pyromaniac called out in his sleep. "This barbequed spider tastes like chicken!" He mumbled a few other incoherent things.
"You sure it wasn't a mental institution?" One man asked, glancing down at Pyro.
"There are three more mutants in that institute and we're not leaving until we have them!" The notorious Trask bellowed. Within a few seconds he smirked. "And I have an idea."
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"That sounded like Scott."
"Maybe Jean went down too hard on 'im."
"Remy." Rogue shot at him, grabbing his arm. "We'll go check it out Professor!" She cut him off, not wanting to hear the Professor tell her anything "serious" as he had put it. A loud bamf'ing noise was heard next.
When Remy blinked, he was over twenty feet in the air, staring down at the ground in the main hall. When they started falling, her own grip tightened. "No! Try again, Rogue, TRY THE FUCK AGAIN!" Another loud bamf and before he knew it, Remy's face was shoved into grass. Groaning, he looked up, spitting out a mouthful of dirt, only to see that they were now outside the institute. "Maybe we should have just walked." The Cajun got to his feet and brushed himself off. "Rogue?" It was now when he realized Rogue wasn't there.
"Up here." He glanced up to see Rogue standing on the edge of the roof. Another bamf was heard and suddenly, Rogue and Remy became very close. A nervous smile curved onto Rogue's lips at the sudden situation; her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Their faces were only inches apart. "How ya doin'?"
He placed his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Rogue.." Remy almost sounded breathless.
Rogue stared into his eyes and almost drifted off into them. She was then reminded by why she bamf'd in the first place. "Scott."
He raised a brow. "Scott?" Slight disappoints shimmered unnoticeably when she detached herself from him.
"Yes, he screamed, remember? C'mon I can phase us through the walls." The anxious Rogue grabbed his hand and tried to run off but Remy didn't budge.
"Lets just walk, all right?" He squeezed her hand. 'I don't want you to end up getting both of us stuck in the wall.'
"I heard that!"
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The Professor had wheeled out from the elevator, down the hall and into the main hall. He was practically going warp speed as he entered the living room. His heart skipped a beat when no one was in there. He tried to mentally contact Scott, but received nothing in return. He had also tried Jean, but had the same response. With impatience, he had tried to contact Ororo, Amara and Logan, but again, received nothing. Yes, he had called Pyro and got the same results and finally Rogue but couldn't; it was like she had a mental block up. Finally, in a desperate attempt, he called for Remy right as the front door flew open.
"Fils de putain! Not so loud. My mind ain't deaf ya know." Remy snapped, rubbing his temples.
"Excuse my rudeness, Remy. I am sorry but I was afraid I had lost both of you."
Remy's brows arched up, "I'm touched. Didn't know you cared, Wheels cher."
Rogue elbowed him but turned her attention to Xavier. "What do you mean, where's Jean.. Scott.." She looked around, "Everyone else?"
"They're gone." Amara stood in the doorway, with her arms raised. Two fireballs were placed in her hands, dancing wildly. "And soon, you three will be too!" The flames then expanded, creating a circle around them. The flames seemed to just dance around them, and just got higher and higher.
"Well." Remy coughed, not liking this situation. "This ain't good."
"Give me your hand." A frantic Rogue grabbed Xavier by the shoulder and the second she felt Remy grab her arm, she bamf'd.
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"Oh yeah, Rogue. This is so much better."
"And you can do better? It's not my fault Kurt's psyche is acting up." Rogue snapped at Remy, who was actually correct with his sarcastic words. Rogue had teleported them into the living room, and hadn't teleported Xavier's wheelchair with them.
"Ye can't escape." The flames seemed to follow them to the other room, and Pyro stood in front of the flames, Amara besides him.
"Can't you do anything?" A confused Remy asked Rogue after glancing down at the Professor who was laying on the ground.
"Oh, sure. I can phase them to death."
"Sounds like a plan, go do it."
"Can't you do anything?"
"Unless you want me to blow them up, no."
Now, it's time for Xavier to pipe up and state the obvious while still managing to be informative. "They're under mind control. Be careful and remember that they're not themselves."
"I don't know; I've always taken Pyro as the schizophrenic one with a homicidal self."
"Remy, do us a favor and shut up." 'I'm going to phase through them and attack from behind.' She sent telepathically to him. "Okay?"
"Okay what?" Remy asked, raising a brow. "Okay, I'll shut up?"
"Now is not a time to act stupid."
"Actually, now isn't the time for a conversation." Xavier corrected her. Hey now, Baldy, that sound like fightin' words! Kidding. Just kidding. Like I'd fight a bald, crippled telepathic when he was done. And I mean it quite literally on the down part.
Rogue only sighed as she charged through Pyro and the flames. When she reached the other side, Jean appeared before her, knocking her back with a hidden force. Rogue then laid sprawled out on her back, barely missing the flames. She winced at her now scorched shoulder. The fire had burned through the material on her shoulder and had carelessly burned the skin.
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"Hey John!" Pyro's eyes were an emotionless color. "C'mon, you're not too much of a homicidal Australian, you're more of a stereotypical one."
"Remy, we have to get out of here."
Gambit glanced back at the telepath. "But how? You want me to carry you?" Oh wow. Imagine that.
"Precisely."
Remy mumbled choice words in French before picking up a wooden chair. He charged it up and smirked. "Things are about to get interesting." Pyro suddenly walked forward, glaring at him. "Ah, ah, ah. You may not be in your right state of mind.." Which is insanity, he added mentally. "But you should know never to mess with a guy who's holding something that'll make you go boom-boom."
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"I said don't mess with me." Rogue mumbled the second Jean fell unconscious to the ground. The southerner stood there, staring down at the prone body. She fell to her knees grunting lightly. A fast paced throb raced through her temples. The noises around her seemed to get louder. She could hear the rain hitting against the windows as it came down harder. Immediately, she sensed someone behind her. Rogue slowly turned around to see Cyclops standing behind her, one hand placed at the side of his visor. Right as it lit up, the wall exploded.
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"I don't get paid enough." Gambit, with the Professor tossed over his shoulder, wheezed as he walked through the debris of the wall and chair. "For a crippled guy, you're heavy."
Rolling her eyes, Rogue looked back at the distracted possessed Cyclops and kicked him hard in the shins, causing him to lose balance. The second he let his guard down, her bare fingers connected with the side of his face. "Night-night, Cyke." She mumbled, feeling lightheaded as she only received old memories instead of recent (She had barely gotten memories from her earlier victim, Jean). When a syringe fell from his hand, she shakily picked it up. "Lets get out of here. Now."
"That's easy for you to say." Remy said, glancing sideways at the Professor's behind.
"I'm serious. I can feel it. People are surrounding the house."
"She is correct." The Professor said from behind Remy. He sounded breathless, must be because Remy's shoulder was digging into his gut. "I want you two to leave me here and flee as fast as you can."
"Don't you watch movies? You're just wasting your breath; the beloved, nice fellow always says that and his friends don't." Rogue staggered forward, gripping onto Remy's arm.
"Just be careful.." He said, eyeing her shoulder.
"Wolverine." The Professor suddenly said as a growl was heard. "Hurry—now!"
But it was too late.
The force had attacked from behind, tackling them to the ground. The Professor's warning had come too late. Rogue stumbled back several feet. Her eyes flashed as the lights in the mansion flickered off from the thunderstorm outside, which was most likely being controlled by Storm.
Rogue immediately spotted Logan in the dark. "I ain't gonna let ya do this." Her eyes began to glow red and a red beam shot from her eyes, hitting Logan in the chest and sending him hurling through walls and into outside. Rogue began to scream at her loss of control over the stolen power.
"Close your eyes, Rogue, close them now!" Xavier yelled, struggling to sit up. "Stop her, Remy, get her to close her eyes."
"What the hell do you want me to do; put my hands over her eyes?" Remy snapped, getting to his feet. He walked up behind Rogue and put his hands on her shoulders. "Close your eyes Rogue." The wall was now practically gone. The door started opening. Heavy footsteps could be heard everywhere. "Just close your eyes, now!" He squeezed her shoulders. "Rogue—"
"I can't!" She yelled, feeling tears slid down her cheeks. "The force—" The beams came to a stop. Rogue fell back into Remy's arms, semi-unconscious. He scooped her up in his arms.
"Get us out of here, now." He ordered, holding her tightly against him. She just blinked, and they disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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--TBC