"Took you long enough." Remy sneered when three men grabbed him from behind and put this black band over his hand, cuffing them together. "And after injuring over thirty men, you finally decide to attack from behind. Bravo." One man kicked him in the back and then pinned him prone to the ground.

"You think it's funny, mutant boy? Wait until you see what we do to you."

"Can't wait. You just set the date and I'll be there for the crumpets and tea. Just remember, two scoops not three." The Cajun smirked as he was roughly brought to his knees.

"At least the other mutant was easier to capture." The guy, who had taken his facemask off earlier, said as he ran a hand through his blonde hair.

Other mutant? Remy's heart skipped a beat. In the whole explosive fight he had barely broken a sweat but immediately when hearing that news, beads of sweat began popping out along his forehead.

"Hey mutant boy, didn't you hear me? I said lets move!" A shock ran up his arms. Remy's eyes widened and he let out a small yelp. "See what happens when you don't cooperate!" The three men laughed as they dragged the Acadian to the truck.

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"We can't conduct all the same ones." Trask said as he skimmed through reports on the other captured mutants. He, along with his men and the two Southern mutants, had been back at his base for about a half hour now. Wow. That's a stupid sentence but hey! It does tell you where they are. Anyway, Trask frowned like a little boy who was denied that box of animal crackers when he went to the store with his mommy. "That one mutant, the explosive one, for him we're going to conduct a different mutant."

"What about the other one, sir?" A young woman in a white lab coat asked, looking up from a chart. "She suffered a dislocated shoulder and a concussion along with various bruises and two cracked ribs."

As if on cue, a man (there's a lot of 'a man' in this fic. You can personally and mentally name them if you want 'cause I'm not) rushed into the room. "Uh sir, we have a problem. That one mutant.."

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"I want to see Rogue!"

"Calm down!" The orderly ordered. Haha. Get it? Yeah. Me neither.

"There has to be some kind of law you're breakin' for keepin' all of us here."

The man (lets name him.. Elvis) laughed. "Law breaking? Give me a break." Groan, groan; a pun. "Don't go preaching about law breaking, thief boy."

"Moi?"

"Yeah, you. We have a complete system of profiles for all you mutants thanks to the computer system at that mansion."

Remy leaned in towards Elvis. "Then you know my deepest darkest secret.. I'm going to blow your ass up if you don't let me out of here!"

Elvis sighed. It was an unhappy sigh. He unclipped his walkie-talkie off from his belt and pressed the side button. "Someone get me Trask. We'll in holding tank number eight. Tell him.."

Remy kind of drowned the baboon out as he schemed. Yes, he schemed. Remy had a plan. Or, at least, he was thinking up one.

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 "I want to see Rogue."

"We don't always get what we want."

Gambit's red eyes flickered. "You sure you want to live by those words?"

"And what do we get if we let you see your little friend?" You know Trask, always the one for mixing pleasure with business.

"You get to live."

That only made Trask smirk. "How about we make a deal.."

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It was a stupid plan. Rogue would admit that much. Her plan wasn't even much better than Spyke's. She knew that with either plan, they would end up getting captured in the end. It was just a gut feeling, but as Rogue looked around the room, she knew it was more than a gut feeling. What had happened was a mere blur to her. The last thing she could remember clearly was teleporting Remy and Evan to the institute. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened after that.

Elvis (remember!) walked into the room, carrying a plastic grey case. He placed it on the counter and took out a syringe that had a clear liquid in it.

She watched him closely, barely noticing the fact her left arm was in a sling. "What are you doin'?" She asked, although it was obvious. I mean, what do you usually do with a syringe? Use it to baste the turkey on thanksgiving?

Elvis walked over to her and stopped by her side. He gently pushed the bottom so liquid squeezed out of the needle.

"I know you're not injectin' me with that."

"Shush. It'll all be over soon."

"You're life will be over soon if you move another inch!" A strap around her waist, ankles and neck kept her from moving too much against the metal cot. Rogue also felt exhausted, like her brain had a meltdown. Like, it went boom boom.

As Elvis lowered his hand, the door had just burst open and Remy just about body checked Elvis!

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Minutes earlier..

"If you willingly agree to this experiment, I promise we will not harm your friend in any way."

Why would Remy trust a man that kind of looked like Hitler when you squint to see him from a far distance?

"I want to see her. Now." He turned around, his back facing Trask. Suddenly, the black band around his wrists started to glow. "Just as a reminder.."

Trask, who looked bored, waved his hand. "Fine you can see your girlfriend."

"She ain't my girlfriend!"

A man, lets name him Bob, walked into the room. Trask gestured Remy. "Take him to cell number C-three. The one with the injured mutant girl."

"The one with the bleached bangs?"

"Hey!" Remy barked, turning around. "That's natural!"

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"Get the hell off me, you stupid mutant!" Elvis yelled, dropping the syringe as Remy knocked him to the ground.

Rogue immediately tried to sit up but the straps kept her down. Although, when she tried to jerk up, she finally realized how battered up her body was. "Remy! What the hell happened?"

"Be with you in a minute, chére." He grunted, hitting Elvis's head off the ground. "Stop strugglin'!"

Rogue rolled her eyes and tried to phase, but found herself unable to concentrate. It figured. When she really needed to use the psyches powers, for some odd reason they won't obey.

Elvis pushed Remy off him, made a mad rush to the syringe, grabbed it and then turned around and stabbed Remy in the arm with it. He pushed down on the top of it, injecting the liquid into the Cajun's bloodstream.

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Kelly sat in front of a computer, lazily flipping through files on it. They were files of the experiments, and of their subjects, the mutants, along with their progress. In each file of a mutant, it had a small profile of them, with their name, codename, their power, etc.

He could barely believe was he was reading as he skimmed down the list of powers. Being able to control the weather. To pass through walls. To teleport anywhere you desire. To shape shift into anyone in the world. To read minds, to move things with your mind. To see the future, to run at an amazing speed and to be able to propel yourself with extreme force. How was all this possible?

Ah yes, he reminded himself. With that x-gene.

Kelly smiled, knowing that some day soon, mutants would no longer be a problem to humanity. But to do that, they would need to get the mutants in hiding. But how would they do that?

Smirking, he took out his cell phone and dialed up a number. "Hello, Spears? I have a job for you."

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"He attacked me!" Elvis yelled at Trask. A vein was popping out in his forehead and he had a huge red mark on the side of his face. "And you let him out of the restraints without telling me? Bob just released him in the room! I could have been killed."

"Unfortunately, you weren't." Bob muttered with a cough.

"Nothing matters anymore." Trask said, smirking without a care. "Just get someone to watch the mutant and write down any changes."

"What about the female one?"

"Just keep an eye on her. If she gets too rowdy, sedate her. We might need her for later."

Kelly then entered the room, not looking too happy. "Guy left town. Stupid bastard thought this plan would backfire so he left."

"We don't need him. Since we already got the recipe, he has no purpose."

"But I had a plan."

"Well, lets hear it."

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"What do you see, Destiny?"

"I see death."

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The rest of this part is going to be hard to write, and each part of this will probably be a bit short. I'll try to update a tad bit quicker after I finish my history project this weekend.

Thanks for reviewin' y'all. ^_^ And there was a speck of guilty-mess, Carla-p. XP