Had to up the rating, bad Gambit! Series Romy here people!
"Let us out Mystique!" Jubilee ordered as, what at first glance appeared to be Amelia, walking into the room dragging the unconscious forms of Bobby Drake; Iceman and Amara Aquilla; Magma.
"Bobby, Amara!" Kitty exclaimed; she tried desperately to get out of her cell but Mystique, back in her true form, only laughed.
"What's the matter Shadow Cat, can't the little kitty get out?" she taunted, through Bobby into the cell entitled Iceman and Amara into Magma.
"What do you plan to do?" demanded Rahne, "suck our powers out like you are doing with Amelia?"
Mystique laughed, "Don't be silly, I'm going to painfully withdraw your powers form your bodies and imprison them, you'll just be regular people again, won't that be nice?" She drew a control from seemingly and pressed a sickeningly cliché big red button in the centre. There were a few sub sequential beeps, a whoosh and then the metal circle in the centre began to rise up.
"What the?" Bobby groaned, the noise having alerted his brain through his ears that something was going on and said something wasn't right. His ears hadn't told him that, what he saw did. He saw a nasty looking cell that surrounded him from all sides and a small panel through which he could see Kitty, Rahne and Jubilee had their openings and in the centre a laughing Mystique and metal and glass cylinder rising from the floor.
Kitty gulped, the two other girls had been right it was a disturbing side, a glass cylinder held in place by great clumps of metal with wires and pulsating lights. The capsule was filled with a bubbling, translucent red liquid, within was Amelia wearing an outfit much like Mystique's the exact colours indefinable due to the liquid,
Before their eyes the skin melted away and the hair fell out, the eyes rotten in their sockets, bye muscle, bye sinew, bye ligaments, to be left with nothing but a skeleton in measly scraps of clothing. Then it all began to crawl back, a pair of eyes with cords leading to a brain, blood veins, a pumping heart, lungs, one system after the other sliding back into place. A layer of muscle, a layer of skin; the hair grew at an accelerated rate and she was back to normal.
"Ew," Amara mumbled as she watched. Mystique smirked and stuck a needle into her arm, they watched as some of the red liquid was pumped into her arm and the same thing happened to Mystique as they had seen happen to Amelia.
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Rogue groaned and rolled over, her dreams of late had been turbulent and down right scary…
Rogue looked around, she had woken up laying flat out on dew covered grass, she sat up and looked at the hard surface she'd felt above her head. She swallowed hard, a grey, moss covered and cracking tomb stone stood before her, a metre and a half high with a name engraved within in capital letters.
Marie D'Ancanto
Mutant Rogue
She stood up, backing away, she bumped into something and spun around, another tomb stone; she walked around it and saw the writing…
Kitty Pryde
Mutant Shadow Cat
She looked around frantically, "Where am I?" There were more graves, more names.
Rahne Sinclair
Mutant Wolvesbain
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Jubilation Lee
Mutant Jubilee
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Amara Aquilla
Mutant Magma
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Bobby Drake
Mutant Iceman
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Rogue looked around, she began to sweat, panic gripping at her; she heard a cough and spun around. Amelia was there, sitting on a tomb stone…
Amelia Harrison
Mutant Skela
Born – 18th of May, 1987
Died – 24th of December, 1994
"What is this? Where am I?" she demanded, Amelia just beckoned her forward with a, literally, bony hand. Rogue walked towards the paler girl who in her other hand clutch a staff about 6 metres tall, made entirely of yellowing bones. "What is it?" Rogue asked stopping in front of the other girl.
Amelia pointed at herself and then indicated the tomb stone beneath and gave Rogue a thumbs up, Rogue paled a bit more, "Are you saying you're really dead?" Amelia nodded, "Why don't you say anything?" Amelia pointed to the Tomb stone; made a talking motion with her hand then gave her the thumbs down.
"Can't talk because you're dead?" Amelia nodded in conformation.
"Well, if you're dead, then who," Rogue trailed off, "Mystique!" Amelia nodded again, "What do I do?" Amelia shook her head as a mist began to pool around their feet. Amelia looked up startled and Rogue spun around when she heard a deep moan.
She saw it, a man, bulky, slumped over, his hands dragging along the ground, his skin having gone a murky green colour. One eyes socket was black and empty, the other was also empty but that was because the eye had fallen out and now dangled limply on its last remaining cord. Chunks of his flesh had been ripped off to leave areas of just bone; the skin was shrivelled and shrunken, drained of all life important juices.
Rogue covered her mouth to stop herself being sick, she turned back to Amelia who made a shooing motion and waved her staff a bit.
Rogue screamed as she shot up in bed, safe and sound, locked within the walls of the institute, "What is it Rogue?" Kurt demanded as he teleported into her room just as Scott pushed open the door, "did someone try to hurt you?"
"No, it was just a nightmare," Rogue replied weaving a hand through her sweaty, matted hair, "don't worry about me."
"Okay, but if you need us, give us a shout okay?" Jean called from just behind Scott, Rogue nodded thankfully and they all left, even Kurt, except this time he used the door. Rogue got out of bed, a little too shocked to be going back to bed, what had that thing been and what had it meant to do?
She opened her window and took a deep breath of fresh air, "Boo," Rogue covered her mouth the muffled her scream as she jumped back from the window. Squatting on the sill was none other than New Orleans's favourite thief; Remy Lebeau; Gambit.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded as he climbed in.
"Just in the neighbourhood Cherie," he smirked at her and she looked at his nose instead of his brown eyes that slowly turned black and red.
"Oh ya, is that a fact?" she crossed her arms and leaned heavily no one foot, "and why my window? Or was that just an accident on your part Cajun?"
"Well it was open wasn't it?" he drawled smirking at her again, she stepped away from him, she didn't like this swamp rat at all, especially since at one point he had tried to blow her up with one of those cards of his. Magneto's orders or not, he shouldn't have done it.
[Slight Lime-ish, heavy kissing and mentions of male awareness!]
"What do ya want?" she snapped, circling him as he began to walk towards her, she shuddered when the cold wind drifting in from her open window hit her relatively bare back. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top and baggy pyjama bottoms. She heard Remy groan and she looked him up and down quickly, she gulped, there was a bulge in his pants, had she done that?
"You ma Cherie, would do nicely," he commented giving her the twice over while advancing on her, she backed up till her hands met her window sill, she shivered again.
"Quit the flirting swamp rat," Rogue commanded.
"Non," he replied smiling coyly and leaning forwards, her shoulder lades pressed against a freezing cold pane of glass, she arched her back to keep it away form the cold. At the same time she had pushed herself up against Remy, "Cherie," he gasped, she felt him hard against her thigh and her flesh crawled.
"Yes?" she asked breathlessly.
"You do some more stuff like that and Gambit's gunna loose his sanity," the more than sexy Cajun replied, putting his hands either side of her heads and leaning in close to her face.
"You want to get off?" Rogue asked, her eyes locked on his mouth, his tongue darted out and licked them encouragingly.
"See something you like Cherie?" he asked, she looked up into his black and red eyes, her vision swam and her mind cleared. Remy leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, Rogue, deprived for too long of physical human contact and completely caught off guard responded immediately.
She pressed against him harder, her chest against his, practically grinding against him, "Cherie," Remy groaned again his lips a centimetre away, he'd dreamed of stuff like this, he never thought it would actually happen. She didn't answer, just slipped her arms around his neck and brought him down to meet her lips once again in a searing kiss.
Remy grabbed the Mississippi girl around the waist and backed towards the bed, he pulled back to breath and she cuddled into the hollow of his throat as they fell back onto her bed, she looked startled, "Gambit I…" she trailed off as he put a finger to her lips, tracing the bruised surface lightly, he leaned up and kissed her.
It started out as a tingle, then a pull, then a mind numbing pain as his power, his energy, his life and his soul were sucked out of him, Rogue nearly screamed, scrambling off him, he twitched for a moment and then fell unconscious on her bed.
"Oh my God," Rogue ran a hand through her hair, quickly she hurried over to the window and looked down, even if she already knew it was a two story drop, no hope of him surviving being dropped out of that in the state he was in.
She closed the window and a thought, clearly one of Gambit's skimmed across her senses, it was of him…and her…in a bed…she was sweating panting, screaming his name underneath him as he…no, she didn't want to think of that! Especially since it might just have happened if her skin hadn't kicked in, come to think of it, what had stopped it?
Did it have something to do with that weird dream or was she actually getting control of her powers? Those had been some good kisses though; Gambit sure knew how to please a girl. Rogue groaned, damn the Cajun, these were probably his egotistical thoughts, come to think of it, couldn't she blow him up…like right now and do everyone a favour?
She reached out, intended to do just that and found she couldn't bring herself to do it, whether it was something she felt for him, or just the fact that she was on the side that believed violence wasn't the answer she didn't know.
Instead, she pulled of his boots off and his trench coat, put them on a chair beside her bed and pulled the guy, careful not to touch his skin, over to one side of her bed, draping the covers over him. She herself dropped down on top of the covers, her body heat would surface for one night, the blasted Cajun would be gone in under 24 hours.
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Rouge moaned softly and snuggled back into something, hard and warm and very nice to the senses. "Have a good sleep Cherie?" her eyes snapped open, her back was pressed against a man's chest and her backside was pressed against something she'd rather not think about…mainly his obvious liking of her, or their position, or both.
"Please tell me I'm still asleep and that was all a dream," she begged although she knew the answer.
"Hey Rouge you ready yet?" it was Scott, "we got to get to school!"
"I don't think I'll be in today Scott," she moved to the door and stuck her head out, she was pale, although that was only due to the shock of her wake-up call, "I'm not feeling well."
He looked her up and down and nodded, "I see what you mean, you sure you gunna be okay on your own?" Oh yeh, that's right, all the students had school, Logan has gone Sabertooth hunting, meanwhile the Professor and Ororo were at a conference in Washington.
"Yeh Scott, I'll be fine," he gave her another nod and walked off, bang slung casually over his shoulder.
"I can see why you would want me all to yourself Cherie," Gambit chuckled darkly into her ear, biting the lobe softly.
"Get off me you stinking swamp rat," Rogue nearly yelled, pushing the other mutant's arms off her and stepped away from his hard, tempting body, Gambit's thoughts she reminded herself not mine!
"As you command Cherie," he backed away, his hands in the air submissively.
"Get out," she breathed out pointing to the window; he gave her a pleading look.
"That's not what you were saying last night," in a flash Remy had Rogue pinned against the door, one knee between her thighs, his hands either side of her breasts, leaning on the door. Her hands wear pushing at his shoulders as he pressed himself closer, "If Gambit remembers correctly then the pretty Cherie was about ready to scream Gambit's name," he smirked, their eyes locked.
"Na, that's just your fantasy," she smiled and a fiery tingling surrounded him, he looked panicked, "now step away," she ordered.
"If Gambit does that then he goes boom," Remy explained, then smirked and the same thing surrounded Rogue, "now what you gunna do Cherie?"
She gulped, "Scream?"
"I don't think so," he dipped his head and crushed his mouth to hers, the back of her head his the door and her gasp gave him the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue, he groaned and pressed his knee up between her thighs.
"Stop," Rogue tried to say.
"You don't really want me to," Remy said leaning back a little; both their flames reseeded leaving them back at square one.
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Well how was that for a taster?
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What do you want to see more of?
a/ Captured mutant scenes
b/ Nasty, graphic, rotting graveyard dreams
c/ More Romy!!!
d/ More of something else (please include ideas!)
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