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By the time they reached the LeBeau estate Rogue's shirt was stained with dried blood. She felt covered by it, and every drop she saw she blamed herself for.
She had forgotten what it was like being scared and entirely alone. Though she had countless fears and invisible pains at Xavier's Institute, its high walls protected her, and its teachers trained her to protect herself. The little girl in her arms had no such luxury, not only was she exposed to the wind and the rain, she also had to take the brunt of anti- mutant hysteria.
Lucky Rogue and Remy had found her, the child had slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered was demonic eyes watching over her. The strangeness gave her comfort, she knew only the unusual could ever accept her. She was a freak of nature, a devil-child. The man who she saw could have been her unholy father.
The people always told her that her mother must have been seduced by a demon to have such a wretched child. Of course, her saintly mommy must have been tricked into it, because she was so good and always gave donations to the church and baked pies for the nice ladies. She never baked a pie for her daughter though.
She was dreaming about the ladies now. She remembered how they made her sit in a chair and read the Bible so that God wouldn't strike her down. She remembered for they hit her with the cross and called her a demon because she cried when it hit. Only the evil fear the cross.
Remy had desperately been trying to wake the girl from her dangerous slumber when she began to whimper and thrash in his arms. He could feel her fear through his empathetic walls.
Even through the onslaught of emotion he could hear the child cry out that she wasn't a demon. His sympathy took on a whole new level as he remembered being accused of the same thing as a child. So many had called him Satan's child, or Satan incarnate. He quickened his pace towards his Tante's rooms, all the while trying to prod the girl into consciousness and wishing he hadn't sent Rogue to the backyard to see if she could seek out anyone. She had a better chance navigating the open area than the complex hallways of his home. Not to mention the fact that he felt she needed to be away from the injured girl. The look in her eyes had been almost frightening as she gazed at the girl's wounds in sadness.
Finally, his prodding paid off as the girl emerged from her nightmare and opened her eyes to him. He looked down and suddenly stopped, he was shocked as the girl's eyes flashed red on black before fading into emerald. A tear nearly slipped down his own face as hers began to water from the pain. He quickly began his race to his Tante. As he arrived the door was already opening, and the woman that emerged smiled warmly at the boy she considered a son, thinking he decided to pay a long overdue visit home. Then she caught sight of the form in his arms. The blood and bruises caused her entire body to become rigid as her eyes hardened. She assumed control of the situation by wordlessly taking the girl into her own arms and turning back into her rooms. It was going to be a long evening.
Meanwhile, Rogue sought out extra help in Remy's massive "backyard". She had already searched the pool and massive porch, with no luck. She stopped to scan around her, taking some notice of the breathtaking trees that edged the bayou. She could see no others enjoying the view. She was sure someone would have to be out there. The weather was lovely, despite the grim events that had engulfed it.
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, and before her mind could even process the action a very sharp blade was pressed firmly against her delicate (yet deadly) throat. She could tell that the perpetrator was unknowingly protected by a pair of leather gloves. As the man gripped her even tighter she realized he was entirely covered by a trench coat, similar to Remy's. His clothes, tight hold on her, and lethally poised weapon blocked off all her options of escape. All she could do was internally panic as she felt breath in her ear, accompanied by a voice.
"What's a belle femme like ya doin' on t'ieves guild territory? Don' yo' kno' it don' matter if ya belle... we still won' let you walk away."
His words were punctuated by a single line of increased pressure on her throat.
AN: I'm sorry I am horrid at updating, and when I do update, it is always short chapters. Forgive me and review so I know there is still interest!
By the time they reached the LeBeau estate Rogue's shirt was stained with dried blood. She felt covered by it, and every drop she saw she blamed herself for.
She had forgotten what it was like being scared and entirely alone. Though she had countless fears and invisible pains at Xavier's Institute, its high walls protected her, and its teachers trained her to protect herself. The little girl in her arms had no such luxury, not only was she exposed to the wind and the rain, she also had to take the brunt of anti- mutant hysteria.
Lucky Rogue and Remy had found her, the child had slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered was demonic eyes watching over her. The strangeness gave her comfort, she knew only the unusual could ever accept her. She was a freak of nature, a devil-child. The man who she saw could have been her unholy father.
The people always told her that her mother must have been seduced by a demon to have such a wretched child. Of course, her saintly mommy must have been tricked into it, because she was so good and always gave donations to the church and baked pies for the nice ladies. She never baked a pie for her daughter though.
She was dreaming about the ladies now. She remembered how they made her sit in a chair and read the Bible so that God wouldn't strike her down. She remembered for they hit her with the cross and called her a demon because she cried when it hit. Only the evil fear the cross.
Remy had desperately been trying to wake the girl from her dangerous slumber when she began to whimper and thrash in his arms. He could feel her fear through his empathetic walls.
Even through the onslaught of emotion he could hear the child cry out that she wasn't a demon. His sympathy took on a whole new level as he remembered being accused of the same thing as a child. So many had called him Satan's child, or Satan incarnate. He quickened his pace towards his Tante's rooms, all the while trying to prod the girl into consciousness and wishing he hadn't sent Rogue to the backyard to see if she could seek out anyone. She had a better chance navigating the open area than the complex hallways of his home. Not to mention the fact that he felt she needed to be away from the injured girl. The look in her eyes had been almost frightening as she gazed at the girl's wounds in sadness.
Finally, his prodding paid off as the girl emerged from her nightmare and opened her eyes to him. He looked down and suddenly stopped, he was shocked as the girl's eyes flashed red on black before fading into emerald. A tear nearly slipped down his own face as hers began to water from the pain. He quickly began his race to his Tante. As he arrived the door was already opening, and the woman that emerged smiled warmly at the boy she considered a son, thinking he decided to pay a long overdue visit home. Then she caught sight of the form in his arms. The blood and bruises caused her entire body to become rigid as her eyes hardened. She assumed control of the situation by wordlessly taking the girl into her own arms and turning back into her rooms. It was going to be a long evening.
Meanwhile, Rogue sought out extra help in Remy's massive "backyard". She had already searched the pool and massive porch, with no luck. She stopped to scan around her, taking some notice of the breathtaking trees that edged the bayou. She could see no others enjoying the view. She was sure someone would have to be out there. The weather was lovely, despite the grim events that had engulfed it.
Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, and before her mind could even process the action a very sharp blade was pressed firmly against her delicate (yet deadly) throat. She could tell that the perpetrator was unknowingly protected by a pair of leather gloves. As the man gripped her even tighter she realized he was entirely covered by a trench coat, similar to Remy's. His clothes, tight hold on her, and lethally poised weapon blocked off all her options of escape. All she could do was internally panic as she felt breath in her ear, accompanied by a voice.
"What's a belle femme like ya doin' on t'ieves guild territory? Don' yo' kno' it don' matter if ya belle... we still won' let you walk away."
His words were punctuated by a single line of increased pressure on her throat.
AN: I'm sorry I am horrid at updating, and when I do update, it is always short chapters. Forgive me and review so I know there is still interest!