Chapter Eight
Remy strode to the woman at the counter and placed the set of playing cards roughly on the counter.
"That's 2.50 please," she said, not bothering to check the item. Remy eyed her curiously as he took the money out his wallet. He handed the money to her and pocketed the cards.
"Yo' know, yo' should check de item out b'fore asking f'r de money. People might get suspicious," he said disgustedly before walking out the side- street shop unceremoniously, leaving a shocked cashier behind.
He had been driving round for at least three days before he saw the surgery. He just saw it and it struck a chord inside him. Rogue had been here. It was painted white and looked like a laboratory. Remy boiled up with anger. If anyone had laid a finger on Rogue...
"Excuse me, may I help you?" a woman's voice came from the window next to the uninviting door. Remy looked and saw a young, plump and worried woman looking out the window. He controlled his anger. Barely.
"Oui. I need some help," he replied stiffly.
"Do come in," the woman nodded and Remy climbed off the motorbike and walked into the surgery. The inside was white. Surprise, surprise.
"My name is Kayla and I am the nurse here at this surgery. Now, how may I help you?" she asked kindly, sitting on a chair. Remy looked at her kind face and some of the anger ebbed away.
"Oui. Like I said, I need help. But not the kind y'r t'inkin' of. I'm lookin' f'r someone. I t'ink she might have been here," he explained briefly.
The woman's facial expression changed into a lingering sadness.
"Who...are you looking for?" she asked sadly. Remy looked at her face and figured out that she already looked as if she knew who that person was.
"Rogue," he answered and immediately the woman's eyes filled with tears.
"You are...Remy?" she asked. Remy's breathing quickened as she said his name.
"Oui! Yes! Is Rogue here?" he asked desperately, kneeling in front of the woman.
"I'm afraid, no. She isn't," Kayla answered. Remy fell back, defeated.
"She used to be here, though," she continued and Remy sat back up again. " I found her on the beach shore and brought her here. She had amnesia." She added.
Remy let out his breath in a rush. Amnesia. She forgot. She forgot. Everything.
"She remembered her name, her past, her powers and such. However, she forgot most other earlier things. Like, what happened before she fell unconscious. I found out by probing her mind and that triggered some brainwaves to react against it and give her amnesia. It was my fault," Kayla continued solemnly.
"Why didn' she contact the X-Men? Or did she forget dem too?" Remy asked, more angry at himself for not getting here sooner than at the sorry woman in front of him.
"X-Men? She didn't mention any X-Men. Anyway, the other night she told me a bit about her past and then the next morning, she was gone," Kayla finished. Remy looked sharply at her.
"What do yo' mean 'gone'?" he asked incredulously. "Please," he begged himself, "Please. Don't tell me she has ran away!" Kayla shrugged.
"I went into the room she was in, in the morning with Ryan, the doctor and my husband, like normal, to help Ryan change her bandages and her bed was empty, the covers rumpled, her wet clothes were still there and so were her other belongings but she, herself, was gone," she finished gravely, the tears gone. Remy let his breath out in a rush.
"Where is de room she was in?" he asked, feeling no emotion but a heart- breaking pain. Kayla stood up and gestured for him to follow.
She entered another room. White. He saw a bundle of clothes in the corner and he knelt next to them.
"These...these are Rogue's," he breathed. Kayla nodded and left the room, without another word. Remy searched the room thoroughly, looking for any clue to where she might be. Then, he found it, under her bed. A collar.
Remy felt anger and pain boil up inside him ferociously. Rogue had been kidnapped. He was going to kill the one man who did it. Who was willing to put the victim through enough pain to make them say what he wanted to hear. Who used collars to prevent the victim from fighting back. Except it looked as if Rogue had fought back and broke one collar. The collar in Remy's shaking hand. What happened next, he did not want to think. Remy was going to murder him if he put Rogue through anymore pain that she had already been put through.
"Trask,"
A/N: Ooooh! What a way to end a chapter! Oh, I enjoyed writing this chappie so much! Anyway, read and review and tell me what you think. The truth, please. Thanx.
Remy strode to the woman at the counter and placed the set of playing cards roughly on the counter.
"That's 2.50 please," she said, not bothering to check the item. Remy eyed her curiously as he took the money out his wallet. He handed the money to her and pocketed the cards.
"Yo' know, yo' should check de item out b'fore asking f'r de money. People might get suspicious," he said disgustedly before walking out the side- street shop unceremoniously, leaving a shocked cashier behind.
He had been driving round for at least three days before he saw the surgery. He just saw it and it struck a chord inside him. Rogue had been here. It was painted white and looked like a laboratory. Remy boiled up with anger. If anyone had laid a finger on Rogue...
"Excuse me, may I help you?" a woman's voice came from the window next to the uninviting door. Remy looked and saw a young, plump and worried woman looking out the window. He controlled his anger. Barely.
"Oui. I need some help," he replied stiffly.
"Do come in," the woman nodded and Remy climbed off the motorbike and walked into the surgery. The inside was white. Surprise, surprise.
"My name is Kayla and I am the nurse here at this surgery. Now, how may I help you?" she asked kindly, sitting on a chair. Remy looked at her kind face and some of the anger ebbed away.
"Oui. Like I said, I need help. But not the kind y'r t'inkin' of. I'm lookin' f'r someone. I t'ink she might have been here," he explained briefly.
The woman's facial expression changed into a lingering sadness.
"Who...are you looking for?" she asked sadly. Remy looked at her face and figured out that she already looked as if she knew who that person was.
"Rogue," he answered and immediately the woman's eyes filled with tears.
"You are...Remy?" she asked. Remy's breathing quickened as she said his name.
"Oui! Yes! Is Rogue here?" he asked desperately, kneeling in front of the woman.
"I'm afraid, no. She isn't," Kayla answered. Remy fell back, defeated.
"She used to be here, though," she continued and Remy sat back up again. " I found her on the beach shore and brought her here. She had amnesia." She added.
Remy let out his breath in a rush. Amnesia. She forgot. She forgot. Everything.
"She remembered her name, her past, her powers and such. However, she forgot most other earlier things. Like, what happened before she fell unconscious. I found out by probing her mind and that triggered some brainwaves to react against it and give her amnesia. It was my fault," Kayla continued solemnly.
"Why didn' she contact the X-Men? Or did she forget dem too?" Remy asked, more angry at himself for not getting here sooner than at the sorry woman in front of him.
"X-Men? She didn't mention any X-Men. Anyway, the other night she told me a bit about her past and then the next morning, she was gone," Kayla finished. Remy looked sharply at her.
"What do yo' mean 'gone'?" he asked incredulously. "Please," he begged himself, "Please. Don't tell me she has ran away!" Kayla shrugged.
"I went into the room she was in, in the morning with Ryan, the doctor and my husband, like normal, to help Ryan change her bandages and her bed was empty, the covers rumpled, her wet clothes were still there and so were her other belongings but she, herself, was gone," she finished gravely, the tears gone. Remy let his breath out in a rush.
"Where is de room she was in?" he asked, feeling no emotion but a heart- breaking pain. Kayla stood up and gestured for him to follow.
She entered another room. White. He saw a bundle of clothes in the corner and he knelt next to them.
"These...these are Rogue's," he breathed. Kayla nodded and left the room, without another word. Remy searched the room thoroughly, looking for any clue to where she might be. Then, he found it, under her bed. A collar.
Remy felt anger and pain boil up inside him ferociously. Rogue had been kidnapped. He was going to kill the one man who did it. Who was willing to put the victim through enough pain to make them say what he wanted to hear. Who used collars to prevent the victim from fighting back. Except it looked as if Rogue had fought back and broke one collar. The collar in Remy's shaking hand. What happened next, he did not want to think. Remy was going to murder him if he put Rogue through anymore pain that she had already been put through.
"Trask,"
A/N: Ooooh! What a way to end a chapter! Oh, I enjoyed writing this chappie so much! Anyway, read and review and tell me what you think. The truth, please. Thanx.