He was placed into a plastic holding tank with several small holes drilled into the sides. Remy sat against the plastic wall, his mind set on everything but his numb arm.

If only he could get Rogue and then get the both of them out of this place. He knew he couldn't leave Piotr and he was still debating on Pyro. There was just something mentally wrong with that Aussie.

"What's your name?" Elvis was standing outside the holding tank, staring down at the Cajun.

Remy get out a bitter laugh. "My name? You've seen my file. You should know it."

Elvis sighed. "I know you don't like this."

"Aren't we psychic." He rolled his eyes. "Don't know how you ever figured that out. Figured you thought people liked to be experimented on."

"I don't like it either. We were trained and told you were mutants a-and that you poisoned the gene pool."

"Don't give me that crap."

"Killing is against the law." Right now, it was like Elvis was now talking out loud to himself. "I'm a man of law."

"You're a man who supports unusual and cruel treatment for people who aren't like you." Remy began rubbing his numb arm, which was suddenly starting to feel sore. He felt paranoid of it since that was where he had been injected with that fluid. Looking back on it now, he could have handled that situation a lot better.

"I'm not like that. I just do as ordered."

"Then I order you to let me and my goddamn friends out of here."

Elvis laughed as if it were a hilarious joke. "You ain't my boss, son."

"You do realize that the muties will override all of this and your ass will get diced, fried up and telekinetically kicked around, right?"

Now, Elvis sighed. "I still don't like it."

"Yeah, gettin' beat up by a horde of mutants ain't exactly on my to do list."

"That's not what I meant." The emotion Elvis now looked down. "I don't like seein' people die, even if they are mutants."

"You saw Magneto die." Remy realized, standing up. "And then you dumped his body."

"I did more than see the guy die." Elvis admitted solemnly. "I gave him the serum."

"Well. You're just out there to kill everyone, aren't you?"

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The door flew open.

Rogue rolled her eyes.

It slammed shut.

Now, if only she could manage to undo her straps.

When she tried to phase herself through them, a cup that was sitting on the counter fell halfway into the surface.

Remy. She tried to contact him telepathically, but it was as if she never absorbed the power and couldn't communicate with the telepath psyche. Come on, Remy. Rogue closed her eyes tightly. Remy!

Nothing.

"Shit."

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Remy winced, falling to his knees. "Not so loud." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"I didn't say anything." The ever so clueless Elvis said, making a face. He most likely thought Remy was hearing things now. He made a note on the chart he was holding.

Remy ignored the idiot and closed his eyes. He concentrated on Rogue. Her creamy white skin, her green eyes. Her natural colored hair, her soft southern accent. Rogue?  I'm here Rogue. He opened his eyes, blinked and waited. Rogue? He suddenly felt as if his heart moved up into his throat. Rogue!

Nothing.

"Merde."

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He locked the door to his office, smirking to himself. He walked over to his desk, unlocked the bottom drawer and took out a gun. He simply chuckled as he loaded it.

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It was storming outside. Lightning and thunder at their fullest. It was supposed to be a cloudless day.

"What is she doing?" Bob asked his friend, Fred. "What's wrong with her?" He was referring to Ororo Munroe who was strapped up against a bed. He stared down at her white eyes in confusion.

"I'm not sure." Fred admitted, scratching his head. "Maybe she's blind, or she's performing some kind of trick."

Kelly walked into the room and grunted loudly. "Weather manipulation." He stated; receiving weird looks from the two nincompoops. "She can control the weather." He said, speaking slowly. "Just knock her out. Then I want you two giving Scott Summer the injection." He turned on his heel and left the room. Never liked that kid anyway.

Bob rolled his eyes. "Yes, Kelly, ma'am."

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Once again, the floor flew open.

Rogue struggled to get free. Why can't I teleport? She asked herself with a frustrated groan. All the struggling she did didn't help with the soreness of her body. Having one free arm and the other being held tightly against your body didn't help. Rogue closed her eyes and sighed, allowing her body to relax.

Rogue.

Her eyes snapped open. "Remy!"

The door slammed shut. Seconds later, a man walked in. A scowl was present on his face.

"If you don't stop, we're goin' to sedate you." He snapped, taking a heavy stop forward after slamming the door shut behind him.

"That a threat?" She asked, straining her neck to look up at him.

"Don't get sassy with me, mutant."

"Actually, the name is Rogue!" She narrowed her eyes at him and concentrated on him with her emotions running haywire. He flew back into the door with such force it detached from the hinges and went back into the hallway. Telekinetically, she took off her glove from her free hand and touched the strap, the one around her waist, with her bare fingertips. Small red sparks shot through the thick material. Smiling, she did the same thing to the one around her neck and finally the ones around her ankles.

"Hey!" Two ran into the room, four more out in the hallway. "What do you think you're doin'?"

Rogue shrugged. "I have no idea." Concentrating on Remy, she bamf'd blindly out of the room.

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"Can't you at least go and check on her for me?"

"Nope. I have orders to follow; I cannot leave where I am stationed."

Remy sighed heavily and hit the plastic wall with his fist. "C'mon homme." He then continued to yell at him in French.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." Remy stressed on the 'can.' "You just won't." He started to feel lightheaded and dizzy, but didn't worry about it, thinking it had to do with this anger. Suddenly, he heard the familiar bamf'ing noise come from behind him. He immediately turned around only to have arms wrapped tightly around him.

"LeBeau!"

Elvis turned around. His eyes went wide as he quickly took out his walkie-talkie. "We have an escaped mutant." Short pause. "Well, not my mutant. The other mutant." He realized how ridiculous that sounded and sighed. "Just get in here, stat!"

"Rogue, get out of here now." He ordered, breaking the embrace. "I don't want anything to happen to—"

"Something is already h-happening to me, Remy. This—that at ain't important right now." Rogue stumbled on her words.

"I'm sorry." Elvis said loudly to them as he walked over to a control panel on the wall. "I can't risk losing my job. I'm gassin' you." He pressed a button and a knock out gas was released into the cell. Knowing it would leak out of the holes, Elvis exited out of the room, locking the door behind him.

"We're goin' to get through this." Remy coughed as he leaned over and roughly kissed her on the mouth.

Within seconds, they both laid unconscious in the holding tank.

Elvis re-entered the room minutes later with four other men. He shook his head at the sight. This just isn't right.

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"I want the girl under surveillance. Move her as far away from the male as possible." Kelly ordered the men. "I also want copies of all the charts to every mutant here on my desk in an hour."

"Trask ordered for those earlier." Someone piped up.

"That was him. This is me." He tapped on his watch. "You're down to fifty nine minutes now."

"Trask also said he wanted to see you in his office."

Kelly sighed. "What doesn't that guy want? Just do as I told you, I'll be back."

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Kelly walked into Trask's dark office. He walked up to the front of his desk. "Trask? I was told you wanted to see me." The chair was facing the other way. "Trask?" He turned around surprised when he heard the door shut behind him. "What the hell?" The lights switched on. He was suddenly face-to-face with Bolivar Trask. "What are you doing?"

"I don't like you. I've never liked you and that's a problem. Now that I have what I want, I'm eliminating the problem." Trask brought the 9mm gun to Kelly's forehead. "Sweet dreams." He smirked and pulled the trigger.

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"About time." Fred muttered after the sound of a shot firing from a gun was heard.

"Next could be one of us." Bob said, making a face. "But until then.."

"We're in trouble." Two other men rushed into the room. "The female mutant is missing from the tank."

Bob and Fred exchanged glances. "Uh-oh."

Well, if that wasn't the most intelligent remark ever I don't know what is.

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I couldn't sleep last night so I wrote this whole chapter from midnight until one thirty. Most of it probably doesn't make sense. ^_^; Hope that isn't too much of a problem. Everything makes sense in my head.

Rogueforever You want me to finish it? I want me to finish it too.

spectra2 Thank you. I'll try..

serpentine013x A B+? I give it at least a C; Mediocre. I'll try to keep it up for that gold star! ;-)

SperryDee Me too! But what are we gonna do about it? But they'll be free sooner or later.

kitsu black Chapters for this aren't going to be too long. I play it out as much as I can..

Carla-p   I doubt you got my e-mail because Yahoo! crapped out on me went I tried to send it. I answered your questions and such. Can you give me your e-mail again so I can try again later?

TheRogueAuthor Just watch.. I'm so going to write that in somewhere in future chapters! ^^

RoguesHeart In a way he did save her.. ;)

Roguechere I noticed the same thing before I posted the last chapter. Although, I write in some corny stuff just for cheap laughs. ;)

Ishandahalf Nothing says 'I love you' like defending someone's hair. :P

 cool-chick-rae Thanks. ^_^
Persona the ITG   I noticed the rhyming part and I didn't even think of the dead part until you mentioned it. I was like HAHA it's almost a pun. Pyro would be proud!

Lady Farevay Huzzah for Aro-author-plot-story goodness!

Star-of-Chaos Actually, I'm glad you said that darlin'.. ;)

If I forgot anyone, I'm sorry. Thanks for reviewin' y'all.