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AN: Hey everyone! I have another chapter for everyone today, well after I post this of that day. How's that? Anyway thank you for the reviews and the help with the comic question. I need to buy some... Moving on this is the much waited for: fight scene. Take into mind I'm not the best with this but I'll try my best and get through it. Here's hoping!
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AN: And now the chapter that I think everyone had been waiting for. Drum roll please...*drums are heard somewhere*.......thank you. And the fight scene will now continue!
CHAPTER 6
Fighters and Lovers
I walked or more rather ran up to my room. Bella was on my heel. What did she think I would run from this fight? Please! I've been waiting for this for the longest time. Ever since I walked in on her and Remy, this plan had been sketched into my mind from the beginning. I couldn't wait to throw her blonde bayou bitchy ass all over the danger room. And what a place to fight. No weapons, if she somehow developed magnetism or telekinesis it'd be different but she didn't so, it was girl vs. girl. Punches vs. punches. Not to sound nonchantely but maybe some powers too. I mean like I wouldn't take this chance to mess her up real bad? Doubt it.
But I was getting irrated the way she was following me. It was like Mary had a little lamb and everywhere Mary went the lamb was sure to follow. Creepy in so many ways, yes, but it also was making my temper rise. Not a bad thing when going to battle the Cajun woman, but my nerves didn't let up. I had to speak to that.....thing. No other name. Just thing.
"Bell, do ya' have some kinda death wish? Why ya' followin' meh? It's not like ya' ain't gonna get your ass kicked downstairs, so w'at ya' doin'?" I stopped abruptly which almost caused her to collide with me. Almost. You think I'd be forgiving to her if she bumped into me. It'd be like the first shot of the battle. She eyed me coolly as if she felt she didn't have to tell me. Let me say this if she thought that, the fact that she was following me, and I didn't deserve the answer, she wouldn't have to worry about going to the danger room. She would be handled right here and now.
"I'm going to my room, if ya' don't mind. It's right over here......river rat." She walked to the room opposite of mine. So that's who was across from me. It made perfect sense now that Jean didn't tell me who was in there. That and the probability that I'd probably break her door down upon knowing. Then it dawned on me. She called me 'river rat'. 'Oh hell no. I've been taking crap from her all day. There is no way that will slide by.' I stepped up to her and I could feel my eyes burning, blazing like the sun. She recoiled slightly but stood her ground. We were dead locked into staring at each other will friction between us that would upset Sabertooth.
"Don' call meh river rat. Got it?" I said it low and very hard. It was flat and it felt so heavy to say with all the emotions piling up in me. Anger, hatred, grievance, envy. Envy? 'Where the hell did that come from?' I thought. I stepped away from Bella and looked away. I was envious of her. She had gotten something that I had wanted all the time when I was younger. A human touch. And more importantly by Remy. I shook my head. I didn't have time to analyze this right now. I had a bitch's ass to kick and I needed to change for the event.
"Whateva you say hun. How about we meet up in the danger room in ten instead. I need to look good when wiping the floor with your sorry ass." She flipped her hair and I shook from anger, but I somehow was able to let out a response.
"Fyne. Can' wait t'see that happen doll." And with that we both went into our rooms slamming the doors behind us. I didn't know how much self control I had but that just proved it. Damn Ororo's meditation must have helped me in more ways than one. I walked over to my mahogany dresser and pulled out my uniform. Before I had left, we all had gotten new uniforms to fit our personalities or powers; what was that was more important. Mine was all leather, a dark navy blue, similar to the old color of the uniforms but much darker. Someone who have to get really close to see the blue of it.
I put on my bed and pulled out my boots. I was wearing sneakers, and yes they would feel more comfortable when fighting, but they wouldn't hurt as much as the heeled boots would. My uniform was spread out and I took a moment admiring it. It had a tight leather tank top that showed just a bit of my stomach. The pants were loose but comfortable and I knew I didn't have to worry if they would fall down or not. There was also an emerald sash that would go around my waist. I always loved that color. Then I reached to pull my white tank top over my head when my eyes landed on the diary.
I grabbed it and just stared at it. I had been so upset and so mad at the world in my youth. Although I was only twenty, I've been through hell and back so I considered three years ago my youth. Now I was finally understanding what made me so angry. It wasn't the fact I couldn't touch or that Mystique was the worst foster mom in the world, it was that there was no one worth touching. Sure when I was a teenager just being able to brush hands with a guy would of been wonderful, but there was just no one I wanted to touch. Except as a younger version of myself I knew that Gambit was the one.
"Was Ah ever the hopeful one!?" I tossed the journal on to the bed and gathered my uniform and changed in the bathroom. When I had finished I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was thankful for two things. One: my hair was still short and I didn't have to worry about pulling it back to fight, and two: I had my own bathroom. I could just imagine this event happening and me having to wait in line with Bella as to change in the shared bathroom. What would we talk about? The weather? I don't think so.
I exited the bathroom and found me just looking around the room. I was taking in every detail, like I had earlier that day. Of course now it was more towards dinner time, so I didn't know what time I should call it. I hurriedly walked over to my bed and pulled up my boots. I strode over to the door, and before leaving the room of my younger years, I looked down into the wastebasket to see the Queen of Hearts card staring back at me. I blew the white strand out of my face and rolled my eyes. 'I can't be having second thoughts as to how I treated him. I've been waiting for that show down for so long....he deserved it. The lashing and all. Hope he feels the same way he made me without intentionally doing it.'
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I stood outside the danger room door and couldn't help but smile. The kind of smile you see those villains of the old black and white movies with no sound kind of smile. It disturbed me but I was about to beat in the girl who stole the only good thing in my life, and then made me hate it afterwards. Not a lot of people can do that to me. Hell no one was able to do it. I walked inside and surveyed my surroundings with great care. I didn't want to be taken by surprise from anything. With Belladonna you couldn't be so sure.
She was already there leaning against the steel wall blowing a piece of hair out of her face that would keep going back to the same spot. 'Why doesn't she just move it with her hand?' I questioned myself. It bugged me. I think she was having fun doing that though. I mean Remy wouldn't sleep with her anymore, made sense she had to amuse herself somehow. I noticed what she was wearing and I almost puked right on the cold, hard, metal floor. It was a halter top, I think the color is mauve and it was leather. It looked so tight that it would pop off if she took a deep breath. And she was wearing the same colored skirt of the same size. Damn didn't this girl have any modesty? And lets not forget the boots. The highest heels that man could ever make and they were a faded pink. I think she fell into Britney Spears costume closet or something.
I held my gut and walked over to her. Even in those heels she was the same height as me. I think she must've wore those to give her an advantage to winning, which I doubted. I've fought crowds of angry protestors at the congress building, Sentinels, Apocalypse, and some very not so nice mutants in my day and she thought a pair of heels would turn the tide of battle? Is she really an assassin or what?
"I thought you'd never get here."She stood up straight and she still didn't change in height. I would of laughed if it wasn't for the uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. It was caused by the look of her.
"Some girls have t'be fashionably late." I said with a smirk. I was trying to get a rise out of her. Her eyes flashed, but she kept her cool. Something not a lot of people are able to do when I start up. I would have given her a round of applause but she was the enemy at that moment.
"And what's that suppose to mean? That I'm not a lady of dignity?" She put her hands on her hips, and pouted. What was she trying to do? Get me to feel so sorry for insulting her? I think not.
"No, not at all Bell. Ah didn' mean t'say it that way. Ah meant t'say it t'your face. Ya' ain't a lady with dignity, you have t'be a lady first. Ah think that's how it goes at least." I put a finger to my chin to think it over in my head, all the while she was beyond pissed off. God help me but it was the best sight to ever lay eyes on. I just love making her mad. It tickles me.
"You skulked hair river rat. Take that back!" She was breathing deeply trying to calm herself and I was counting down to when that shirt would just drop to the floor. It'd be a funny sight to see, let me tell you. I shook my head and smiled sweetly. This was too good to be true. If I fought her in this condition, I would easily win. As if I couldn't already win, but still, it make things easier on me. I was about to counter-attack with a smart little comment about 'how much bleach goes into her hair' when the crackling was heard overhead from the control booth. Kurt and Kitty sat perched looking overhead, while Bobby and Jubilee were a bit further back looking on anxiously.
"Hey what are you like up to down there Rogue?" I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to show my distaste for being interrupted but I was. I didn't know how they knew we were down in the danger room, but I'd be damned if I didn't ask them flat out.
"Kitty w'at are you guys doin' here? Shouldn' ya' be wit' Piotr doin' things that couples do? An' Kurt shouldn' ya' be wit' Amanda off doin' somethin' too? Bobby, Jubes Ah know both of ya' have other more important thing t'do instead of spyin' on meh." Everyone looked down too ashamed to know that I was right. I loved being right. I think I've said that before but it's the truth. Kitty spoke into the microphone speaking with a tiny voice.
"Well I can't be off with Piotr right now. Him, the Professor, Logan and Remy went off on a mission to stop some protestors. They left over an half an hour ago, right after you and Rems had your little discussion." Kurt nodded next to her and Kitty handed him the microphone so he could tell me his excuse.
"And Amanda is spending a dinner vith her family. So verefore I can not be vith her." He handed the Mic. off to Bobby who looked a little more than scared to answer my question. He gulped quite a few times and finally seemed to get enough courage to answer me. Either that or he needed some time to come up with a lie. With Bobby you can't ever be so sure.
"Me and Jubes, were just bored and came down here to start a sim when we saw Kitty and Kurt sneak in here. They let us in and then we all got into this mess here. Heh heh." He laughed nervously. Jubilee nodded next to him, not wanting to add anything herself. I grew somewhat impatient, to put it nicely.
"Hello! This my battle not yours! Keep outta it befor' Ah come up there an' kick your asses afta Ah kick her's!" I shouted and Bella snorted. I looked at her and smiled so wide that the corners reached my eyes. She did the same and we both took defensive stances. My heart was pounding, and my adrenaline was pumping. I had been waiting for so long and the time finally arrived. It was my chance to finally get even with her.
She lunged for me first and a flipped to the side of her rushing form. When she went past me I took my right leg and kicked backwards forcing the momentum she had to pick up and she hit the steel floor with a thud. I could hear cheering in the control booth but quickly ignored it. I had a battle to take care of. She rolled over on to her back just about when my foot was about to slam into her. She rolled away and flipped on to her feet. I looked sort of surprised. I didn't know she had that much talent fighting wise. I looked at her mouth where a small bloody gash formed from hitting the floor. I smiled. She spat out some spit that looked red and I rushed her.
That was a bad mistake. She went on her back and caught me with her legs and tossed me like I was a rag doll, into the wall. I was thankful that my arm what was hit the wall, not my head. I stood quickly and shook off the dizziness. I saw a fist coming my way so I slid down into a spilt and Belladonna hit the wall with full impact. No sugar coating it. I heard a 'CRUNCH' and she whimpered in pain. I crawled from out of underneath her and took my chance and left legged kicked her in the mid back making her get pushed right into the wall.
She turned over, which looked like a hard trouble of her's and I grabbed her neck, raising her into the air. By the time I could reach any harder, her heels were off the ground and she was gasping for air. The was the same way I felt when I saw her and Gambit together. She struggled and squirmed around a lot and because so my grip was being thrown off a tad.
"How's it feel Bella? Ya' like the feeling of not bein' able t'breath? Just imagine w'at Ah felt the nyght Ah saw ya' an' Gambit together. Ah couldn't breath, Ah could only choke on my own sobs. It ain't fun is it?" I grabbed tighter but Bella did something that only Logan had done before. She twisted her body to the side and pulled my hand with her. Doing this I lost my whole grip on her neck and she side kicked me right in the abdomen making me fly backwards. I heard a 'CLUNK' which I figured was her dropping to the ground. I couldn't see I was on my back holding my stomach trying to breath. Before I was able to sit up, Bella jumped on top of me, pinning me down.
"Well next time you'll learn to knock on the door before opening it full wide open to show the world what we do in our own private time. You had no right to walk in on it. Blame yourself!" I lifted my legs and placed them around Belladonna's waist tossing her aside as I pulled myself up. She stood too, and lunged to me but I quickly fell back down to the ground swiping her feet from underneath her. She fell, and hit her head once more on the ground. 'I do this enough and I'm liable to give a concussion. Cool.' I picked myself up and kicked her side, and without knowing it, I used some of Beast's strength.
She flew across the room, hitting the wall with her back. Then she fell to the ground , and when I slowly walked over to her, she raised her head to watch me. She had a cut on top of her forehead. I was not even two steps from her when I couldn't move. I was looking directly into her eyes, and there she was hypnotizing me. She rose, as I looked on. She did a flying right kick and sent me soaring into the adjacent wall. I slid down the steel wall and shook my head. It felt warm for some reason. I felt the back of my head and a small cut was on the line of my neck where my hair line meets my neck. I looked at my fingers and there was a smug of blood across them. I was so anger it wasn't even funny.
I used my anger to activate Jean's mental shields. If I protected my mind Bella wouldn't be able to hypnotized me into stopping dead in my tracks. I was pulled upward as Bell had a hold of my shirt. I smirked at her, her not knowing that the trick wouldn't work on me, and the fact that now that I was pissed I could call upon any power. This was beginning to look like a good day. She raised me higher all the way she could reach like I previously had her, and she tried to use her powers again. Her eyes turned black with gold swirling in them looking like on of those old fashion mind warpers, that the bad guys use when they want to take over the world. It didn't work.
I took my hand and pointed toward the skies. In one swift motion a lightening bolt struck the vixen making her hair stand up straight from the circuits running through her body. She fell down to the ground groaning from the pain as she dropped me to the ground. I hit the floor harder than I would of liked to and felt something sharp stab me in the side of my body. I sat up and saw a small dagger pointing upwards, covered in blood. I felt my side and sure enough my hand came back drenched in the red substance. 'That son of a bitch brought a weapon in here. Doesn't surprise me though. I knew she couldn't of been trusted.'
Belladonna got up as I lifted myself up using the wall as support. I couldn't show weakness now, so I ignored the sharp shooting pain circulating through my veins, and that was no easy task. I was glad my outfit was of a darker color, the stain wouldn't show. But the pain subsided for a minute when I looked at Bell. Her hair was up straight reaching for the stars, and her body looked a bit more darker. Although her face was as white as a sheet. I wanted to laugh, but decided against it. If she tried to rush me again it would hurt more to fall over than to be actually hit. I dropped my hands from my side and put them up in defensive style. She ran for me, but I was ready, I took and punched a good right hook into her face and it made her fall backwards, keeping her distance from me. It felt good just to hit her. Like I've been waiting for that too.
She held her jaw and cracked it. And when I mean cracked it, that's what I heard. It was as clear as day the 'CRACK' still chilling shudders through my body. It was gross to hear that after inflicting that yourself. I left a giant bruise that had already showed through the giant amounts of make-up she decided to wear. I couldn't say anything bad, I mean I have a habit of wearing great amounts of cosmetics myself, so then I'd be a hypocrite which I am not. I'll stop the debate now. While she was preoccupied with her jaw and the noise it was making, I jumped into the air to strike her dead in her face.
I jumped and did a half-turn and landed a nice kick to her face making her literally slide on the ground, back a few feet. More cheering was heard in the control booth. I still payed them no attention. If I did Bella would take that chance to strike me down and winning, and I couldn't have that. She was kneeing on one leg, clutching her face. When she moved her hand to show her face a red foot print was embedded into her face. I stifled a laugh. That was just priceless. She saw my face and once again shot towards me like a rocket. It took me off guard, and she did a nice combination of a left, right punch followed by a side kick sending me across the room knocking my forehead into the cold wall. I felt my head, I sighed relieved that the skin didn't break from contact.
I knew I had to end this now, otherwise I would lose because the blonde bitch decided to bring with her a dagger if the tide of battle went into my favor. I pushed off the wall and turned around to see her swaggering but coming closely to me. I thought up a plan. If I could somehow beat her even more in a continuous pattern then I would win this thing. I slightly cursed myself through clenched teeth. I didn't know how I could be so stupid as to not to notice the weapon. I mean I was checking the place out and her outfit looked ready to blow at a slight wind let alone hold any dangerous cargo. I cursed myself again, muttering any word that would flow into my head and down to my mouth. I ran over to her and jabbed her in the mouth. She fell back some what. I had to take my chance.
I kept it up. I jabbed her with a left then a right, another right and then a left hook. Both my hooks were equally lethal. I side kicked her with my right and then kicked her on her knee making her fall forward. I broke her knee, I know I did. I heard a great 'Ka-crack. Slash bang' It hurt my ears to hear those noises. It was just sickening. I brought her head upwards, of course grabbing her by the hair, and I pulled back my arm to give her a straight punch dead on. But she flipped out from my hold and tuck and rolled to the other side of the room. I couldn't let her get her strength or second wind back. She would most defiantly win. I hate to admit this but she is a form able fighter, but you'll never pry that out of me, ever!
She stood and looked at me with the most hatred I've ever seen. I always thought anti-mutant protestors had so much hate, but they had nothing on Bella at that moment in time. She stepped forward about to run to me, but I was too fast. I jumped into the air flipping over her head, tucking my legs under my body, landing gracefully on both feet. I turned back to her and nearly dodged a blow to the face but I fell backwards balancing on my hands only and wrapped my legs around her neck. I flung her into the wall, and she didn't move right away. I leaned against the wall breathing heavily and then the pain of my wound came back to me. It sped in my body almost making me fall to my knees with pain, but I wouldn't dare. Not until I was out of the eyes of everyone around. It was silent in the control booth and Bella didn't move. I could see her breathing, but she was unconscious. I knock her unconscious. I felt happy inside and out. The crackling of the microphone brought me to look at the other four stunned into silence.
"Ummm....paging Dr. McCoy, paging Dr. McCoy you're needed in the danger room. We have some umm.....injuries. I repeat Dr. McCoy you're needed in the danger room." Kitty's voice rang through the danger room, and probably the whole house. I prayed quietly to whoever upstairs, God wise, didn't let Hank go on the missions as well. But I couldn't let the others see my injury, I'm too strong to fall on a dagger like that. I used the wall as a guide to the door, and left with a swoosh of the metallic doors automatically closing behind me.
I walked upstairs one hand clutching my head, the other on my side. I could feel the blood seeping out of the wound and on to my clothes. I was becoming colder by the minute. I had to hurry to my room, and change into some civilian clothes, before the red stain became noticeable. I reached my door and laid my forehead on it. I breathed slowly still holding my side. God it hurt, and I'm not one for showing weakness but right now I would do anything to make the throbbing of my head or the sharp pain in my side to stop. I'm a sucker for pain, I know. 'But I won the battle. That just proves something....I don't know what but I'm sure it does. Oh I'll figure it out later when my head isn't cloudy.'
Finally I dragged my body into the big, safe haven that is my room. I plopped down on the bed and that wasn't a smart thing to do. It just made the pain much worse. I shuddered from it and it almost killed me. 'This is too much. I can't take this anymore! It's going to be the end of me real soon if I don't get some help!' I shouted in my mind. I moved as fast as permitted by my wound to my dresser, and grabbed a pair of leather pants, a white off the shoulder sweater, and a teal vest that was long in the back and it resembled a trench coat only no sleeves, and it buttoned down the front with two buttons. I quickly changed, well, as fast as could be expected. I had to wear the vest over the white shirt, so the blood wouldn't show through. Now are the kinds of times that I wish I had a first aid kit in the bathroom. But then again I've only been here for two maybe three days at the most. I need to go shopping sometime.
I walked down the hallway to the med-lab. I was in serious need for attention from Hank. I need some patching up done on that damn wound. To think a new X-Men member would stoop so low as to bring a dagger into battle. Well she was an assassin once, and we were going into a battle. Makes more sense now that I analyze it, although I don't know how I did it, my head was still screwed up as hell is hot. I found the med-lab after taking twenty minutes to get down to the level, my injury wasn't to helpful, then another ten minutes of locating where it was, made almost into tears. I was that happy. But when I entered the room, I saw something I didn't want to see. Remy was sitting on the bed opposite from where Dr. McCoy was treating Bella from the injuries I gave her. He was watching every movement, and I gulped down a knot. I thought I was over their affection for one and another, but I guess I was wrong. I hate being wrong.
I walked in with my head held high, my shoulders back and breathed deeply and muttered an "Ow" under my breath. When my heels were being heard on the cement flooring, two head turned towards me. Hank smiled warmly, and Remy eyed me watching my movements like he was a cat. I snubbed him, completely ignoring him. I hope enjoyed that treatment. I walked over to Hank and watched him work on Bella a little bit more. He turned to me and asked:
"Hello my dear. What can I do you for?" I smiled nicely at him and shrugged just watching Bella. I didn't feel sorry for her one bit but I needed something to study as I thought about how to phrase my next question. Hank waited on my response but knew I wouldn't talk right away with Remy right behind me, so he continued to patch Belladonna up. I looked at him, when he finished and he looked over my shoulder probably to Remy. Although I didn't know what they exchanged, mouthed words, glances, head movements, whatever they did, it made Hank get up.
"Ah yes I'm going to take Ms. Bella to the next room over for more recovering. I'm sorry Rogue that I won't be able to answer whatever questions you had for me, but this young woman needs my attention right now. Take care." He walked off to the door that adjoined the two rooms together. I was a bit surprised to see that happen. Then I remembered something 'He doesn't know about my and Remy's falling out does he?' I asked myself. I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to see him there staring at me. After all these years of feeling hate and disgust for that man I was beginning to see his side of things, and I didn't want that. It made things harder, and it made me not able to hate him. As much. But I had to stop the bleeding some how so I whipped around, and it didn't feel good. I breathed in deeply to steady the shooting pain.
"Rogue you alright?"-I nodded and cringed inside at person asking me this. But the pain was unbearable, so I just nodded-"So what are you doing here? You made it clear ya' wanted nothing to do with me or anything like that. So what you come here for?" I saw his normal eyes that used to be always twinkle with good humor had turned dull and piercing. It shocked me, that I had that affect on him, but I mustered up all my strength and stared right back at him in the same manner. He looked away; unable to stare me down, and knowing full well I had a right to hate him or despise him. When he moved I noticed something about him. He winced. And I could tell it wasn't from me, because he never would wince just from one of my looks, maybe statements or hits but not only from a stare. That and his arm was encircled his waist. He was injured! I shook my head at him. He could never hide pain from me, and he never could.
I walked over to him and looked him over once more. He really was hurt. I could see a slight stain of red to his right side to the middle of his stomach. Someone must have slashed him when he went to the protesting. Why he wouldn't tell Beast is beyond me, but I took to action even if it meant me and him had to speak first. God I hate it when my good side wins out over my bad side. It makes things more complicated.
"Here give meh your arm."-I tried to sound nice to him but it didn't work entirely. He just gave me a funny look when I asked for it. I wasn't in the mood or condition to fool around so I yanked off his arm and he winced once more. I bit my lip guessing that hard hurt and stated-"Sorry 'bout that. If ya' did as Ah instructed that wouldn' of happened." I smirk and looked at his stomach as he sat back, leaning against the wall. He eyed me slowly, wanting to know full well what I was doing. Can't blame him, I'd do the same thing, if someone wanted me dead a few hours prior. I walked over or more like limped over to the full length medicine cabinet and grabbed a few gauges and a bottle of some kind of chemical I couldn't pronounce but knew Beast always used it on cuts, to heal faster.
When I reached for the things I needed and a pair of white gloves, I reacted to the gash on my side. Damn it hurt. I guess I showed my pain, for Gambit sat up straight when I heard the moving on the bed. He was watching intensely, but I ignored him as I grabbed everything. I didn't want him to know about his little girlfriend injuring me or anything along those lines. So I made my way back and I put everything gently on the bed and I've never seen Remy look so scared. It was funny but this was a serious time and I couldn't laugh at him this upset over being treated on, although I wanted to more than life itself. I put on the gloves and looked at Remy who just stared back. I sighed and looked at his stomach than his eyes. He followed me and shook his head no.
"C'mon don' be a baby. Ah ain't gonna hurt ya' none." I snapped my gloves for good measure. I startled Remy. This was amusing me.
"Rogue last time you went and treated me I came into more pain than the cut was producing." I rolled my eyes. It was after he came back from New Orleans and he had cuts all over his face. I tried to be nice but he wouldn't stop moving so I kind of wacked him upside his head, making it throb more than it already was. That time it was his fault.
"Gambit it was only from ya' movin' an' everythin'. Now just slide your suit down so that Ah can get t'the wound an' everthin' will be honkey dory alryght?" -He still didn't move- "Fyne Ah can play that way too." I reached up to his shoulder and was just about to rip it down when he put his hands up in defeat.
"Hold on! Hold on, I'll do it. Damn ya' don't have to be so forceful Rogue." I smiled at that. I already had a good comment waiting in the wings for that one.
"Ya' use t'like meh like that Gambit. Did Bella make ya' like the sweet and idiotic kind of girl after ya' slept wit' her?" My voice was sweet as sugar but my eyes flashed like fire. It was one of the sore subjects still but I brought it up. He used to like the way I was and now he was putting what he liked most about me down. I couldn't understand any of this. When I searched his face for some kind of anger, stuck up nose anything it wasn't there. Only regret for what he said. It was the same look he gave me when I left him on the bayou after he kidnaped me.
"Rogue I didn't mean it like that. Remember I'm injured here. I'm more than likely am going to be a little stressed out from all the pressure put on me from being treated on by a woman who never wants to see me again. I'm sorry though. It wasn't suppose to sound like the way it did." I felt more relaxed now. I scrunched up my lips and then looked at his abdomen again. This time he did as he was told. He slide the suit down a little past where his wounds were and it gave me access to the wound. During this time my pain had subsided to let me do my job. Gotta love will power.
"Thanks. So how'd ya' get the slash in the first place?" I asked. I took some gauges and started to clean away the excess blood so I could find the actually opening. He grinned and looked up from my eyes on his face.
"I pissed some guy with a sword off. And before you say anything, oui a sword. Some Japanese guy was there protesting, and my comments......push him a bit." He looked back down at me. I had stopped trying to take in what he was saying. 'He was being reckless and he knows it.' I stated to myself. I bent back down and cleared away more of the redness on his abs. Yeah he had a twelve pack. Never knew that, but then again I've never seen him with his shirt off either. Like magic my face started to heat. I wasn't embarrassed but something was making me get flushed, and I didn't know what.
"That's very interesting Gambit. Why you pissed him off is your problem not myne but ya' look like ya' enjoyed it. Another thing why didn't you tell Beast 'bout this here cut?" I looked back up to his face and he was scanning my body. God I hate it when he does that. Makes me feel like I'm standing there without any clothes on. I shot him an angry stare and he stopped dead.
"I didn't have the chance with Bella being in such bad condition and all." He had a smile on the play of his lips but he held it back for my sake. If I had seen he smile I would have slapped it off. I looked back toward the door and remembered the little tiny fight we had. I was still proud that I won, even if it left me with a cut that was so deep it could reach China.
"Poor Bell, Ah wonder who did that t'her?"-I said in the most sympathetic voice I could get out of me. It sounded fake but then again I didn't care. I hated her.-"Ah really hope she's okay." I said then I added a side 'no' under my breath. I hoped she stay like that forever. It keep her out of my hair for some time. It'd be like going on vacation, in my own home.
"I'll bet."-Remy and me drifted into silence. I had nothing to say, so I focused on my duty at hand and he ... did something. I wasn't paying much attention to him when he said-"So chere you couldn't wait to get me out of that suit could ya'?" I was startled. I stood up and looked at him. He was smiling so full that I could tell he was really enjoying this torture over me. I took my hand with the gauges and threw it at him. He put his hands up to block them and he laughed. He was actually laughing. I got so pissed, I burst.
"W'at the hell is so funny? An' yes Ah could wait to se you outta your suit. Who'd want t'see ya' is beyond meh." I put my hands on my hips and defiantly stared at his laughing form. Then something struck me. I punched the side with the cut and it knocked the breath out of me. I hurriedly regain my ground as Remy tried to stop breathing because that was the only way he would stop laughing. He after five minutes of laughing, finally looked me in the eyes and stopped laughing on cue.
"Sorry chere but you look so cute when you're mad like that. I couldn't control myself." I 'huffed' and slapped him upside the head. It wasn't hard just enough to get him to stop. Je sat back rubbing his head as I went back to working. He was still smiling at me the whole time though.
"Now that ya' calm down, finally. Ah can finish."-I picked up the some chemical bottle and poured some on an extra gauge. Remy bolted up right.
"Non. I don't trust ya' with that stuff. It hurts." He leaned over into my face holding himself back with his hands on the end of the bed, and he breathed lightly on my face. I smiled back.
"Remy this is some kind of chemical that Beast made. It wouldn' hurt, now trust meh an' sit back an' relax. An' stop being a baby." He pouted but did as I told. He squeezed his eyes closed as I gently rubbed the chemical on the flesh that had been cut open. He moved, more like flinched from the stuff.
"Oh it don't hurt right. That fucking kills!" He started chanting 'ow ow ow.' the entire time I applied it. I laughed at how babyish he was being. I got sick of it though and wanted to make it stop hurting so I put my mouth down to the gash and breathed lightly on it. He stopped moving and relaxed altogether.
"Is that betta?" I looked up to him to find his eyes directly into mine. I was lost for a brief moment in his demon eyes, I felt warmth glowing from them. I came back to my senses and shook my head. He never broke his glaze on me the whole time.
"Oui chere it feels much better now."-he took my hand and kissed it, saying a 'thank you' for what I did. I didn't have the chance to whip it back from him, he'd already let go. He continued-"Now why don't you let me work on you? I've noticed your pain. That and felt twinges here and there." He smiled as I stood in place. I didn't expect him to touch me so soon after admitting he slept with Bell. I thought he was too scared to. But he wasn't and it unnerved me to the end of time.
"No Ah don' know w'at ya' mean Gambit? Ah'm fyne as they come." I put on a fake smile and he only smiled in return. He jumped off the bed and stood next to me.
"Fine two can play that game." Before I could stop him, he'd already lifted me up into the air and placed me softly on the bed he was just on. I looked at him, and he motioned me to take my shirt off. I shook my head.
"Hell no Gambit. There is no way your comin' near meh, wit' no shirt on." I crossed my arms and let a small squeak out of my mouth on accident. I hit the sore spot o my side.
"Chere you worked on me and it's only fair I work on you. I'm re- paying a debt, so to say." His eyes glimmered at me. He had a point as much as I didn't want to admit it. I had to get worked on soon, otherwise I could be in serious trouble. I growled at him, a trait of Logan's coming through and unbuttoned my vest. It slid down my arms and landed right behind me. I went to take off my shirt and noticed it was half way covered in blood. I threw it off and shot it into the garbage can behind Remy's body. I looked away from him, as his eyes scanned my wound.
There was already some extra gauges on the bed beside me, so he used those to clean me off. I felt even though I was sitting there half naked very comfortable. I felt safe like that with him there. His touch was gentle and feather light. I shuddered not from cold, but rom the touch. It tickled me and it made me recoil from it. Remy caught this as I looked back at him his face was a bit amused and his mouth was turned upwards, but no smile. He knew me better than I liked to think.
"See chere I'm not going to hurt you."-he put his one hand on the small of my back as the other finished addressing the wound. I wanted to run from there. I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't work. I stayed quiet and let him finish. He grabbed the chemical that binds the skins together so no wrapping is needed and he held it up to me.-"Chere this is going to hurt a little bit." He poured some on another cloth while I smiled.
"You're jus' sayin' that. It don' hurt none." He smiled and nodded his head just to keep me quiet. When the cloth came into contact with my stabbing I nearly screamed. It feels like a fire is put right up to your face and it was torching me. I started chanting 'ow ow ow' throughout the entire time he put that on me which felt like a whole century and then he did what I did. He blew on my wound. I was shocked that he did that I went rigid.
"Relax Rogue. It's not gonna hurt anymore." I did as he said and I felt immediately better from leaning backwards. It did make you feel good after it was put on. The once pain of my wound vanished and I was completely in heaven. But then I remembered something I was still in only my bra and pants. I grabbed my vest put on with out shirt and it nearly hit Gambit in the face, when I twirled it around. He placed his hand under my chin and raised it to meet his ruby eyes. I felt so secure, but things are hardly are what they seem.
He leaned down to my lips and slowly kissed them. I let myself get wrapped up in it. His lips enticed me for more and soon I was kissing back. My arms were around his neck while one of my fingers wrapped his auburn hair around it. He pulled me closer to his body holding tight not wanting to ever let go. I was so safe and comfortable and happy where I was. But I let myself stay in the moment too long. Imagines clouded my mind of that fateful night where I found Bella and Gambit together. I couldn't tell if they were my own memories or if I was accidentally absorbing Remy, I pulled away from him. I breathed deeply as did he and his eyes looked at me with an intense worrying glance. I shook my head and jumped out of his reach and away from the bed/table, whatever it was. He looked shocked by my actions and I started to feel incredibly sad, that I was doing this.
"Remy Ah'm sorry for that but, Ah'm jus' not ready t'be with ya; or any other man. Ah don' know w'at it was, your memories or myne but Ah saw that nyght Ah've long hated an' Ah couldn' take it. Ah'm sorry but Ah jus' can' do this rememberin' that an' all. Ah'm sorry." I ran out of the med- lab and leaned on the wall next to the door. I felt so guilty to lead him on. I felt angry that it was disturbed. My one shred of happiness was disrupted by that awful night. And I felt the most disgust in myself to be that easily done by him, with one touch and a kiss I was all his. I was frustrated now. I ran out of that basement and up to the foyer. I needed to think and to have some alone time.
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AN: well that's that folks. Don't kill me if I ruined the Romyness. You know you people love me even if I torture you. One last thing did anyone catch my pun in the last chapter? Misty Lake? I dunno I tried, but failed terribly.
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AN: Hey everyone! I have another chapter for everyone today, well after I post this of that day. How's that? Anyway thank you for the reviews and the help with the comic question. I need to buy some... Moving on this is the much waited for: fight scene. Take into mind I'm not the best with this but I'll try my best and get through it. Here's hoping!
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AN: And now the chapter that I think everyone had been waiting for. Drum roll please...*drums are heard somewhere*.......thank you. And the fight scene will now continue!
CHAPTER 6
Fighters and Lovers
I walked or more rather ran up to my room. Bella was on my heel. What did she think I would run from this fight? Please! I've been waiting for this for the longest time. Ever since I walked in on her and Remy, this plan had been sketched into my mind from the beginning. I couldn't wait to throw her blonde bayou bitchy ass all over the danger room. And what a place to fight. No weapons, if she somehow developed magnetism or telekinesis it'd be different but she didn't so, it was girl vs. girl. Punches vs. punches. Not to sound nonchantely but maybe some powers too. I mean like I wouldn't take this chance to mess her up real bad? Doubt it.
But I was getting irrated the way she was following me. It was like Mary had a little lamb and everywhere Mary went the lamb was sure to follow. Creepy in so many ways, yes, but it also was making my temper rise. Not a bad thing when going to battle the Cajun woman, but my nerves didn't let up. I had to speak to that.....thing. No other name. Just thing.
"Bell, do ya' have some kinda death wish? Why ya' followin' meh? It's not like ya' ain't gonna get your ass kicked downstairs, so w'at ya' doin'?" I stopped abruptly which almost caused her to collide with me. Almost. You think I'd be forgiving to her if she bumped into me. It'd be like the first shot of the battle. She eyed me coolly as if she felt she didn't have to tell me. Let me say this if she thought that, the fact that she was following me, and I didn't deserve the answer, she wouldn't have to worry about going to the danger room. She would be handled right here and now.
"I'm going to my room, if ya' don't mind. It's right over here......river rat." She walked to the room opposite of mine. So that's who was across from me. It made perfect sense now that Jean didn't tell me who was in there. That and the probability that I'd probably break her door down upon knowing. Then it dawned on me. She called me 'river rat'. 'Oh hell no. I've been taking crap from her all day. There is no way that will slide by.' I stepped up to her and I could feel my eyes burning, blazing like the sun. She recoiled slightly but stood her ground. We were dead locked into staring at each other will friction between us that would upset Sabertooth.
"Don' call meh river rat. Got it?" I said it low and very hard. It was flat and it felt so heavy to say with all the emotions piling up in me. Anger, hatred, grievance, envy. Envy? 'Where the hell did that come from?' I thought. I stepped away from Bella and looked away. I was envious of her. She had gotten something that I had wanted all the time when I was younger. A human touch. And more importantly by Remy. I shook my head. I didn't have time to analyze this right now. I had a bitch's ass to kick and I needed to change for the event.
"Whateva you say hun. How about we meet up in the danger room in ten instead. I need to look good when wiping the floor with your sorry ass." She flipped her hair and I shook from anger, but I somehow was able to let out a response.
"Fyne. Can' wait t'see that happen doll." And with that we both went into our rooms slamming the doors behind us. I didn't know how much self control I had but that just proved it. Damn Ororo's meditation must have helped me in more ways than one. I walked over to my mahogany dresser and pulled out my uniform. Before I had left, we all had gotten new uniforms to fit our personalities or powers; what was that was more important. Mine was all leather, a dark navy blue, similar to the old color of the uniforms but much darker. Someone who have to get really close to see the blue of it.
I put on my bed and pulled out my boots. I was wearing sneakers, and yes they would feel more comfortable when fighting, but they wouldn't hurt as much as the heeled boots would. My uniform was spread out and I took a moment admiring it. It had a tight leather tank top that showed just a bit of my stomach. The pants were loose but comfortable and I knew I didn't have to worry if they would fall down or not. There was also an emerald sash that would go around my waist. I always loved that color. Then I reached to pull my white tank top over my head when my eyes landed on the diary.
I grabbed it and just stared at it. I had been so upset and so mad at the world in my youth. Although I was only twenty, I've been through hell and back so I considered three years ago my youth. Now I was finally understanding what made me so angry. It wasn't the fact I couldn't touch or that Mystique was the worst foster mom in the world, it was that there was no one worth touching. Sure when I was a teenager just being able to brush hands with a guy would of been wonderful, but there was just no one I wanted to touch. Except as a younger version of myself I knew that Gambit was the one.
"Was Ah ever the hopeful one!?" I tossed the journal on to the bed and gathered my uniform and changed in the bathroom. When I had finished I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was thankful for two things. One: my hair was still short and I didn't have to worry about pulling it back to fight, and two: I had my own bathroom. I could just imagine this event happening and me having to wait in line with Bella as to change in the shared bathroom. What would we talk about? The weather? I don't think so.
I exited the bathroom and found me just looking around the room. I was taking in every detail, like I had earlier that day. Of course now it was more towards dinner time, so I didn't know what time I should call it. I hurriedly walked over to my bed and pulled up my boots. I strode over to the door, and before leaving the room of my younger years, I looked down into the wastebasket to see the Queen of Hearts card staring back at me. I blew the white strand out of my face and rolled my eyes. 'I can't be having second thoughts as to how I treated him. I've been waiting for that show down for so long....he deserved it. The lashing and all. Hope he feels the same way he made me without intentionally doing it.'
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I stood outside the danger room door and couldn't help but smile. The kind of smile you see those villains of the old black and white movies with no sound kind of smile. It disturbed me but I was about to beat in the girl who stole the only good thing in my life, and then made me hate it afterwards. Not a lot of people can do that to me. Hell no one was able to do it. I walked inside and surveyed my surroundings with great care. I didn't want to be taken by surprise from anything. With Belladonna you couldn't be so sure.
She was already there leaning against the steel wall blowing a piece of hair out of her face that would keep going back to the same spot. 'Why doesn't she just move it with her hand?' I questioned myself. It bugged me. I think she was having fun doing that though. I mean Remy wouldn't sleep with her anymore, made sense she had to amuse herself somehow. I noticed what she was wearing and I almost puked right on the cold, hard, metal floor. It was a halter top, I think the color is mauve and it was leather. It looked so tight that it would pop off if she took a deep breath. And she was wearing the same colored skirt of the same size. Damn didn't this girl have any modesty? And lets not forget the boots. The highest heels that man could ever make and they were a faded pink. I think she fell into Britney Spears costume closet or something.
I held my gut and walked over to her. Even in those heels she was the same height as me. I think she must've wore those to give her an advantage to winning, which I doubted. I've fought crowds of angry protestors at the congress building, Sentinels, Apocalypse, and some very not so nice mutants in my day and she thought a pair of heels would turn the tide of battle? Is she really an assassin or what?
"I thought you'd never get here."She stood up straight and she still didn't change in height. I would of laughed if it wasn't for the uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. It was caused by the look of her.
"Some girls have t'be fashionably late." I said with a smirk. I was trying to get a rise out of her. Her eyes flashed, but she kept her cool. Something not a lot of people are able to do when I start up. I would have given her a round of applause but she was the enemy at that moment.
"And what's that suppose to mean? That I'm not a lady of dignity?" She put her hands on her hips, and pouted. What was she trying to do? Get me to feel so sorry for insulting her? I think not.
"No, not at all Bell. Ah didn' mean t'say it that way. Ah meant t'say it t'your face. Ya' ain't a lady with dignity, you have t'be a lady first. Ah think that's how it goes at least." I put a finger to my chin to think it over in my head, all the while she was beyond pissed off. God help me but it was the best sight to ever lay eyes on. I just love making her mad. It tickles me.
"You skulked hair river rat. Take that back!" She was breathing deeply trying to calm herself and I was counting down to when that shirt would just drop to the floor. It'd be a funny sight to see, let me tell you. I shook my head and smiled sweetly. This was too good to be true. If I fought her in this condition, I would easily win. As if I couldn't already win, but still, it make things easier on me. I was about to counter-attack with a smart little comment about 'how much bleach goes into her hair' when the crackling was heard overhead from the control booth. Kurt and Kitty sat perched looking overhead, while Bobby and Jubilee were a bit further back looking on anxiously.
"Hey what are you like up to down there Rogue?" I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to show my distaste for being interrupted but I was. I didn't know how they knew we were down in the danger room, but I'd be damned if I didn't ask them flat out.
"Kitty w'at are you guys doin' here? Shouldn' ya' be wit' Piotr doin' things that couples do? An' Kurt shouldn' ya' be wit' Amanda off doin' somethin' too? Bobby, Jubes Ah know both of ya' have other more important thing t'do instead of spyin' on meh." Everyone looked down too ashamed to know that I was right. I loved being right. I think I've said that before but it's the truth. Kitty spoke into the microphone speaking with a tiny voice.
"Well I can't be off with Piotr right now. Him, the Professor, Logan and Remy went off on a mission to stop some protestors. They left over an half an hour ago, right after you and Rems had your little discussion." Kurt nodded next to her and Kitty handed him the microphone so he could tell me his excuse.
"And Amanda is spending a dinner vith her family. So verefore I can not be vith her." He handed the Mic. off to Bobby who looked a little more than scared to answer my question. He gulped quite a few times and finally seemed to get enough courage to answer me. Either that or he needed some time to come up with a lie. With Bobby you can't ever be so sure.
"Me and Jubes, were just bored and came down here to start a sim when we saw Kitty and Kurt sneak in here. They let us in and then we all got into this mess here. Heh heh." He laughed nervously. Jubilee nodded next to him, not wanting to add anything herself. I grew somewhat impatient, to put it nicely.
"Hello! This my battle not yours! Keep outta it befor' Ah come up there an' kick your asses afta Ah kick her's!" I shouted and Bella snorted. I looked at her and smiled so wide that the corners reached my eyes. She did the same and we both took defensive stances. My heart was pounding, and my adrenaline was pumping. I had been waiting for so long and the time finally arrived. It was my chance to finally get even with her.
She lunged for me first and a flipped to the side of her rushing form. When she went past me I took my right leg and kicked backwards forcing the momentum she had to pick up and she hit the steel floor with a thud. I could hear cheering in the control booth but quickly ignored it. I had a battle to take care of. She rolled over on to her back just about when my foot was about to slam into her. She rolled away and flipped on to her feet. I looked sort of surprised. I didn't know she had that much talent fighting wise. I looked at her mouth where a small bloody gash formed from hitting the floor. I smiled. She spat out some spit that looked red and I rushed her.
That was a bad mistake. She went on her back and caught me with her legs and tossed me like I was a rag doll, into the wall. I was thankful that my arm what was hit the wall, not my head. I stood quickly and shook off the dizziness. I saw a fist coming my way so I slid down into a spilt and Belladonna hit the wall with full impact. No sugar coating it. I heard a 'CRUNCH' and she whimpered in pain. I crawled from out of underneath her and took my chance and left legged kicked her in the mid back making her get pushed right into the wall.
She turned over, which looked like a hard trouble of her's and I grabbed her neck, raising her into the air. By the time I could reach any harder, her heels were off the ground and she was gasping for air. The was the same way I felt when I saw her and Gambit together. She struggled and squirmed around a lot and because so my grip was being thrown off a tad.
"How's it feel Bella? Ya' like the feeling of not bein' able t'breath? Just imagine w'at Ah felt the nyght Ah saw ya' an' Gambit together. Ah couldn't breath, Ah could only choke on my own sobs. It ain't fun is it?" I grabbed tighter but Bella did something that only Logan had done before. She twisted her body to the side and pulled my hand with her. Doing this I lost my whole grip on her neck and she side kicked me right in the abdomen making me fly backwards. I heard a 'CLUNK' which I figured was her dropping to the ground. I couldn't see I was on my back holding my stomach trying to breath. Before I was able to sit up, Bella jumped on top of me, pinning me down.
"Well next time you'll learn to knock on the door before opening it full wide open to show the world what we do in our own private time. You had no right to walk in on it. Blame yourself!" I lifted my legs and placed them around Belladonna's waist tossing her aside as I pulled myself up. She stood too, and lunged to me but I quickly fell back down to the ground swiping her feet from underneath her. She fell, and hit her head once more on the ground. 'I do this enough and I'm liable to give a concussion. Cool.' I picked myself up and kicked her side, and without knowing it, I used some of Beast's strength.
She flew across the room, hitting the wall with her back. Then she fell to the ground , and when I slowly walked over to her, she raised her head to watch me. She had a cut on top of her forehead. I was not even two steps from her when I couldn't move. I was looking directly into her eyes, and there she was hypnotizing me. She rose, as I looked on. She did a flying right kick and sent me soaring into the adjacent wall. I slid down the steel wall and shook my head. It felt warm for some reason. I felt the back of my head and a small cut was on the line of my neck where my hair line meets my neck. I looked at my fingers and there was a smug of blood across them. I was so anger it wasn't even funny.
I used my anger to activate Jean's mental shields. If I protected my mind Bella wouldn't be able to hypnotized me into stopping dead in my tracks. I was pulled upward as Bell had a hold of my shirt. I smirked at her, her not knowing that the trick wouldn't work on me, and the fact that now that I was pissed I could call upon any power. This was beginning to look like a good day. She raised me higher all the way she could reach like I previously had her, and she tried to use her powers again. Her eyes turned black with gold swirling in them looking like on of those old fashion mind warpers, that the bad guys use when they want to take over the world. It didn't work.
I took my hand and pointed toward the skies. In one swift motion a lightening bolt struck the vixen making her hair stand up straight from the circuits running through her body. She fell down to the ground groaning from the pain as she dropped me to the ground. I hit the floor harder than I would of liked to and felt something sharp stab me in the side of my body. I sat up and saw a small dagger pointing upwards, covered in blood. I felt my side and sure enough my hand came back drenched in the red substance. 'That son of a bitch brought a weapon in here. Doesn't surprise me though. I knew she couldn't of been trusted.'
Belladonna got up as I lifted myself up using the wall as support. I couldn't show weakness now, so I ignored the sharp shooting pain circulating through my veins, and that was no easy task. I was glad my outfit was of a darker color, the stain wouldn't show. But the pain subsided for a minute when I looked at Bell. Her hair was up straight reaching for the stars, and her body looked a bit more darker. Although her face was as white as a sheet. I wanted to laugh, but decided against it. If she tried to rush me again it would hurt more to fall over than to be actually hit. I dropped my hands from my side and put them up in defensive style. She ran for me, but I was ready, I took and punched a good right hook into her face and it made her fall backwards, keeping her distance from me. It felt good just to hit her. Like I've been waiting for that too.
She held her jaw and cracked it. And when I mean cracked it, that's what I heard. It was as clear as day the 'CRACK' still chilling shudders through my body. It was gross to hear that after inflicting that yourself. I left a giant bruise that had already showed through the giant amounts of make-up she decided to wear. I couldn't say anything bad, I mean I have a habit of wearing great amounts of cosmetics myself, so then I'd be a hypocrite which I am not. I'll stop the debate now. While she was preoccupied with her jaw and the noise it was making, I jumped into the air to strike her dead in her face.
I jumped and did a half-turn and landed a nice kick to her face making her literally slide on the ground, back a few feet. More cheering was heard in the control booth. I still payed them no attention. If I did Bella would take that chance to strike me down and winning, and I couldn't have that. She was kneeing on one leg, clutching her face. When she moved her hand to show her face a red foot print was embedded into her face. I stifled a laugh. That was just priceless. She saw my face and once again shot towards me like a rocket. It took me off guard, and she did a nice combination of a left, right punch followed by a side kick sending me across the room knocking my forehead into the cold wall. I felt my head, I sighed relieved that the skin didn't break from contact.
I knew I had to end this now, otherwise I would lose because the blonde bitch decided to bring with her a dagger if the tide of battle went into my favor. I pushed off the wall and turned around to see her swaggering but coming closely to me. I thought up a plan. If I could somehow beat her even more in a continuous pattern then I would win this thing. I slightly cursed myself through clenched teeth. I didn't know how I could be so stupid as to not to notice the weapon. I mean I was checking the place out and her outfit looked ready to blow at a slight wind let alone hold any dangerous cargo. I cursed myself again, muttering any word that would flow into my head and down to my mouth. I ran over to her and jabbed her in the mouth. She fell back some what. I had to take my chance.
I kept it up. I jabbed her with a left then a right, another right and then a left hook. Both my hooks were equally lethal. I side kicked her with my right and then kicked her on her knee making her fall forward. I broke her knee, I know I did. I heard a great 'Ka-crack. Slash bang' It hurt my ears to hear those noises. It was just sickening. I brought her head upwards, of course grabbing her by the hair, and I pulled back my arm to give her a straight punch dead on. But she flipped out from my hold and tuck and rolled to the other side of the room. I couldn't let her get her strength or second wind back. She would most defiantly win. I hate to admit this but she is a form able fighter, but you'll never pry that out of me, ever!
She stood and looked at me with the most hatred I've ever seen. I always thought anti-mutant protestors had so much hate, but they had nothing on Bella at that moment in time. She stepped forward about to run to me, but I was too fast. I jumped into the air flipping over her head, tucking my legs under my body, landing gracefully on both feet. I turned back to her and nearly dodged a blow to the face but I fell backwards balancing on my hands only and wrapped my legs around her neck. I flung her into the wall, and she didn't move right away. I leaned against the wall breathing heavily and then the pain of my wound came back to me. It sped in my body almost making me fall to my knees with pain, but I wouldn't dare. Not until I was out of the eyes of everyone around. It was silent in the control booth and Bella didn't move. I could see her breathing, but she was unconscious. I knock her unconscious. I felt happy inside and out. The crackling of the microphone brought me to look at the other four stunned into silence.
"Ummm....paging Dr. McCoy, paging Dr. McCoy you're needed in the danger room. We have some umm.....injuries. I repeat Dr. McCoy you're needed in the danger room." Kitty's voice rang through the danger room, and probably the whole house. I prayed quietly to whoever upstairs, God wise, didn't let Hank go on the missions as well. But I couldn't let the others see my injury, I'm too strong to fall on a dagger like that. I used the wall as a guide to the door, and left with a swoosh of the metallic doors automatically closing behind me.
I walked upstairs one hand clutching my head, the other on my side. I could feel the blood seeping out of the wound and on to my clothes. I was becoming colder by the minute. I had to hurry to my room, and change into some civilian clothes, before the red stain became noticeable. I reached my door and laid my forehead on it. I breathed slowly still holding my side. God it hurt, and I'm not one for showing weakness but right now I would do anything to make the throbbing of my head or the sharp pain in my side to stop. I'm a sucker for pain, I know. 'But I won the battle. That just proves something....I don't know what but I'm sure it does. Oh I'll figure it out later when my head isn't cloudy.'
Finally I dragged my body into the big, safe haven that is my room. I plopped down on the bed and that wasn't a smart thing to do. It just made the pain much worse. I shuddered from it and it almost killed me. 'This is too much. I can't take this anymore! It's going to be the end of me real soon if I don't get some help!' I shouted in my mind. I moved as fast as permitted by my wound to my dresser, and grabbed a pair of leather pants, a white off the shoulder sweater, and a teal vest that was long in the back and it resembled a trench coat only no sleeves, and it buttoned down the front with two buttons. I quickly changed, well, as fast as could be expected. I had to wear the vest over the white shirt, so the blood wouldn't show through. Now are the kinds of times that I wish I had a first aid kit in the bathroom. But then again I've only been here for two maybe three days at the most. I need to go shopping sometime.
I walked down the hallway to the med-lab. I was in serious need for attention from Hank. I need some patching up done on that damn wound. To think a new X-Men member would stoop so low as to bring a dagger into battle. Well she was an assassin once, and we were going into a battle. Makes more sense now that I analyze it, although I don't know how I did it, my head was still screwed up as hell is hot. I found the med-lab after taking twenty minutes to get down to the level, my injury wasn't to helpful, then another ten minutes of locating where it was, made almost into tears. I was that happy. But when I entered the room, I saw something I didn't want to see. Remy was sitting on the bed opposite from where Dr. McCoy was treating Bella from the injuries I gave her. He was watching every movement, and I gulped down a knot. I thought I was over their affection for one and another, but I guess I was wrong. I hate being wrong.
I walked in with my head held high, my shoulders back and breathed deeply and muttered an "Ow" under my breath. When my heels were being heard on the cement flooring, two head turned towards me. Hank smiled warmly, and Remy eyed me watching my movements like he was a cat. I snubbed him, completely ignoring him. I hope enjoyed that treatment. I walked over to Hank and watched him work on Bella a little bit more. He turned to me and asked:
"Hello my dear. What can I do you for?" I smiled nicely at him and shrugged just watching Bella. I didn't feel sorry for her one bit but I needed something to study as I thought about how to phrase my next question. Hank waited on my response but knew I wouldn't talk right away with Remy right behind me, so he continued to patch Belladonna up. I looked at him, when he finished and he looked over my shoulder probably to Remy. Although I didn't know what they exchanged, mouthed words, glances, head movements, whatever they did, it made Hank get up.
"Ah yes I'm going to take Ms. Bella to the next room over for more recovering. I'm sorry Rogue that I won't be able to answer whatever questions you had for me, but this young woman needs my attention right now. Take care." He walked off to the door that adjoined the two rooms together. I was a bit surprised to see that happen. Then I remembered something 'He doesn't know about my and Remy's falling out does he?' I asked myself. I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to see him there staring at me. After all these years of feeling hate and disgust for that man I was beginning to see his side of things, and I didn't want that. It made things harder, and it made me not able to hate him. As much. But I had to stop the bleeding some how so I whipped around, and it didn't feel good. I breathed in deeply to steady the shooting pain.
"Rogue you alright?"-I nodded and cringed inside at person asking me this. But the pain was unbearable, so I just nodded-"So what are you doing here? You made it clear ya' wanted nothing to do with me or anything like that. So what you come here for?" I saw his normal eyes that used to be always twinkle with good humor had turned dull and piercing. It shocked me, that I had that affect on him, but I mustered up all my strength and stared right back at him in the same manner. He looked away; unable to stare me down, and knowing full well I had a right to hate him or despise him. When he moved I noticed something about him. He winced. And I could tell it wasn't from me, because he never would wince just from one of my looks, maybe statements or hits but not only from a stare. That and his arm was encircled his waist. He was injured! I shook my head at him. He could never hide pain from me, and he never could.
I walked over to him and looked him over once more. He really was hurt. I could see a slight stain of red to his right side to the middle of his stomach. Someone must have slashed him when he went to the protesting. Why he wouldn't tell Beast is beyond me, but I took to action even if it meant me and him had to speak first. God I hate it when my good side wins out over my bad side. It makes things more complicated.
"Here give meh your arm."-I tried to sound nice to him but it didn't work entirely. He just gave me a funny look when I asked for it. I wasn't in the mood or condition to fool around so I yanked off his arm and he winced once more. I bit my lip guessing that hard hurt and stated-"Sorry 'bout that. If ya' did as Ah instructed that wouldn' of happened." I smirk and looked at his stomach as he sat back, leaning against the wall. He eyed me slowly, wanting to know full well what I was doing. Can't blame him, I'd do the same thing, if someone wanted me dead a few hours prior. I walked over or more like limped over to the full length medicine cabinet and grabbed a few gauges and a bottle of some kind of chemical I couldn't pronounce but knew Beast always used it on cuts, to heal faster.
When I reached for the things I needed and a pair of white gloves, I reacted to the gash on my side. Damn it hurt. I guess I showed my pain, for Gambit sat up straight when I heard the moving on the bed. He was watching intensely, but I ignored him as I grabbed everything. I didn't want him to know about his little girlfriend injuring me or anything along those lines. So I made my way back and I put everything gently on the bed and I've never seen Remy look so scared. It was funny but this was a serious time and I couldn't laugh at him this upset over being treated on, although I wanted to more than life itself. I put on the gloves and looked at Remy who just stared back. I sighed and looked at his stomach than his eyes. He followed me and shook his head no.
"C'mon don' be a baby. Ah ain't gonna hurt ya' none." I snapped my gloves for good measure. I startled Remy. This was amusing me.
"Rogue last time you went and treated me I came into more pain than the cut was producing." I rolled my eyes. It was after he came back from New Orleans and he had cuts all over his face. I tried to be nice but he wouldn't stop moving so I kind of wacked him upside his head, making it throb more than it already was. That time it was his fault.
"Gambit it was only from ya' movin' an' everythin'. Now just slide your suit down so that Ah can get t'the wound an' everthin' will be honkey dory alryght?" -He still didn't move- "Fyne Ah can play that way too." I reached up to his shoulder and was just about to rip it down when he put his hands up in defeat.
"Hold on! Hold on, I'll do it. Damn ya' don't have to be so forceful Rogue." I smiled at that. I already had a good comment waiting in the wings for that one.
"Ya' use t'like meh like that Gambit. Did Bella make ya' like the sweet and idiotic kind of girl after ya' slept wit' her?" My voice was sweet as sugar but my eyes flashed like fire. It was one of the sore subjects still but I brought it up. He used to like the way I was and now he was putting what he liked most about me down. I couldn't understand any of this. When I searched his face for some kind of anger, stuck up nose anything it wasn't there. Only regret for what he said. It was the same look he gave me when I left him on the bayou after he kidnaped me.
"Rogue I didn't mean it like that. Remember I'm injured here. I'm more than likely am going to be a little stressed out from all the pressure put on me from being treated on by a woman who never wants to see me again. I'm sorry though. It wasn't suppose to sound like the way it did." I felt more relaxed now. I scrunched up my lips and then looked at his abdomen again. This time he did as he was told. He slide the suit down a little past where his wounds were and it gave me access to the wound. During this time my pain had subsided to let me do my job. Gotta love will power.
"Thanks. So how'd ya' get the slash in the first place?" I asked. I took some gauges and started to clean away the excess blood so I could find the actually opening. He grinned and looked up from my eyes on his face.
"I pissed some guy with a sword off. And before you say anything, oui a sword. Some Japanese guy was there protesting, and my comments......push him a bit." He looked back down at me. I had stopped trying to take in what he was saying. 'He was being reckless and he knows it.' I stated to myself. I bent back down and cleared away more of the redness on his abs. Yeah he had a twelve pack. Never knew that, but then again I've never seen him with his shirt off either. Like magic my face started to heat. I wasn't embarrassed but something was making me get flushed, and I didn't know what.
"That's very interesting Gambit. Why you pissed him off is your problem not myne but ya' look like ya' enjoyed it. Another thing why didn't you tell Beast 'bout this here cut?" I looked back up to his face and he was scanning my body. God I hate it when he does that. Makes me feel like I'm standing there without any clothes on. I shot him an angry stare and he stopped dead.
"I didn't have the chance with Bella being in such bad condition and all." He had a smile on the play of his lips but he held it back for my sake. If I had seen he smile I would have slapped it off. I looked back toward the door and remembered the little tiny fight we had. I was still proud that I won, even if it left me with a cut that was so deep it could reach China.
"Poor Bell, Ah wonder who did that t'her?"-I said in the most sympathetic voice I could get out of me. It sounded fake but then again I didn't care. I hated her.-"Ah really hope she's okay." I said then I added a side 'no' under my breath. I hoped she stay like that forever. It keep her out of my hair for some time. It'd be like going on vacation, in my own home.
"I'll bet."-Remy and me drifted into silence. I had nothing to say, so I focused on my duty at hand and he ... did something. I wasn't paying much attention to him when he said-"So chere you couldn't wait to get me out of that suit could ya'?" I was startled. I stood up and looked at him. He was smiling so full that I could tell he was really enjoying this torture over me. I took my hand with the gauges and threw it at him. He put his hands up to block them and he laughed. He was actually laughing. I got so pissed, I burst.
"W'at the hell is so funny? An' yes Ah could wait to se you outta your suit. Who'd want t'see ya' is beyond meh." I put my hands on my hips and defiantly stared at his laughing form. Then something struck me. I punched the side with the cut and it knocked the breath out of me. I hurriedly regain my ground as Remy tried to stop breathing because that was the only way he would stop laughing. He after five minutes of laughing, finally looked me in the eyes and stopped laughing on cue.
"Sorry chere but you look so cute when you're mad like that. I couldn't control myself." I 'huffed' and slapped him upside the head. It wasn't hard just enough to get him to stop. Je sat back rubbing his head as I went back to working. He was still smiling at me the whole time though.
"Now that ya' calm down, finally. Ah can finish."-I picked up the some chemical bottle and poured some on an extra gauge. Remy bolted up right.
"Non. I don't trust ya' with that stuff. It hurts." He leaned over into my face holding himself back with his hands on the end of the bed, and he breathed lightly on my face. I smiled back.
"Remy this is some kind of chemical that Beast made. It wouldn' hurt, now trust meh an' sit back an' relax. An' stop being a baby." He pouted but did as I told. He squeezed his eyes closed as I gently rubbed the chemical on the flesh that had been cut open. He moved, more like flinched from the stuff.
"Oh it don't hurt right. That fucking kills!" He started chanting 'ow ow ow.' the entire time I applied it. I laughed at how babyish he was being. I got sick of it though and wanted to make it stop hurting so I put my mouth down to the gash and breathed lightly on it. He stopped moving and relaxed altogether.
"Is that betta?" I looked up to him to find his eyes directly into mine. I was lost for a brief moment in his demon eyes, I felt warmth glowing from them. I came back to my senses and shook my head. He never broke his glaze on me the whole time.
"Oui chere it feels much better now."-he took my hand and kissed it, saying a 'thank you' for what I did. I didn't have the chance to whip it back from him, he'd already let go. He continued-"Now why don't you let me work on you? I've noticed your pain. That and felt twinges here and there." He smiled as I stood in place. I didn't expect him to touch me so soon after admitting he slept with Bell. I thought he was too scared to. But he wasn't and it unnerved me to the end of time.
"No Ah don' know w'at ya' mean Gambit? Ah'm fyne as they come." I put on a fake smile and he only smiled in return. He jumped off the bed and stood next to me.
"Fine two can play that game." Before I could stop him, he'd already lifted me up into the air and placed me softly on the bed he was just on. I looked at him, and he motioned me to take my shirt off. I shook my head.
"Hell no Gambit. There is no way your comin' near meh, wit' no shirt on." I crossed my arms and let a small squeak out of my mouth on accident. I hit the sore spot o my side.
"Chere you worked on me and it's only fair I work on you. I'm re- paying a debt, so to say." His eyes glimmered at me. He had a point as much as I didn't want to admit it. I had to get worked on soon, otherwise I could be in serious trouble. I growled at him, a trait of Logan's coming through and unbuttoned my vest. It slid down my arms and landed right behind me. I went to take off my shirt and noticed it was half way covered in blood. I threw it off and shot it into the garbage can behind Remy's body. I looked away from him, as his eyes scanned my wound.
There was already some extra gauges on the bed beside me, so he used those to clean me off. I felt even though I was sitting there half naked very comfortable. I felt safe like that with him there. His touch was gentle and feather light. I shuddered not from cold, but rom the touch. It tickled me and it made me recoil from it. Remy caught this as I looked back at him his face was a bit amused and his mouth was turned upwards, but no smile. He knew me better than I liked to think.
"See chere I'm not going to hurt you."-he put his one hand on the small of my back as the other finished addressing the wound. I wanted to run from there. I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't work. I stayed quiet and let him finish. He grabbed the chemical that binds the skins together so no wrapping is needed and he held it up to me.-"Chere this is going to hurt a little bit." He poured some on another cloth while I smiled.
"You're jus' sayin' that. It don' hurt none." He smiled and nodded his head just to keep me quiet. When the cloth came into contact with my stabbing I nearly screamed. It feels like a fire is put right up to your face and it was torching me. I started chanting 'ow ow ow' throughout the entire time he put that on me which felt like a whole century and then he did what I did. He blew on my wound. I was shocked that he did that I went rigid.
"Relax Rogue. It's not gonna hurt anymore." I did as he said and I felt immediately better from leaning backwards. It did make you feel good after it was put on. The once pain of my wound vanished and I was completely in heaven. But then I remembered something I was still in only my bra and pants. I grabbed my vest put on with out shirt and it nearly hit Gambit in the face, when I twirled it around. He placed his hand under my chin and raised it to meet his ruby eyes. I felt so secure, but things are hardly are what they seem.
He leaned down to my lips and slowly kissed them. I let myself get wrapped up in it. His lips enticed me for more and soon I was kissing back. My arms were around his neck while one of my fingers wrapped his auburn hair around it. He pulled me closer to his body holding tight not wanting to ever let go. I was so safe and comfortable and happy where I was. But I let myself stay in the moment too long. Imagines clouded my mind of that fateful night where I found Bella and Gambit together. I couldn't tell if they were my own memories or if I was accidentally absorbing Remy, I pulled away from him. I breathed deeply as did he and his eyes looked at me with an intense worrying glance. I shook my head and jumped out of his reach and away from the bed/table, whatever it was. He looked shocked by my actions and I started to feel incredibly sad, that I was doing this.
"Remy Ah'm sorry for that but, Ah'm jus' not ready t'be with ya; or any other man. Ah don' know w'at it was, your memories or myne but Ah saw that nyght Ah've long hated an' Ah couldn' take it. Ah'm sorry but Ah jus' can' do this rememberin' that an' all. Ah'm sorry." I ran out of the med- lab and leaned on the wall next to the door. I felt so guilty to lead him on. I felt angry that it was disturbed. My one shred of happiness was disrupted by that awful night. And I felt the most disgust in myself to be that easily done by him, with one touch and a kiss I was all his. I was frustrated now. I ran out of that basement and up to the foyer. I needed to think and to have some alone time.
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AN: well that's that folks. Don't kill me if I ruined the Romyness. You know you people love me even if I torture you. One last thing did anyone catch my pun in the last chapter? Misty Lake? I dunno I tried, but failed terribly.
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