Ok guys, this is a short one, as I wanted to get to the point were they
finally meet.
One thing I'm still not sure about is the accents. I really hate writing this way, and I sincerely doubt that someone from Mississippi or someone from New Orleans talks with THAT strong an accent. I decided to do Remy's accent as he is almost always written that way but if some of you feel that the accent is not needed (and I'm not talking about the occasional French, just the accent the "d"s and all that) tell me so that I do not write him like that from now on.
Finally as the previous two were a bit "dark" and "brooding" (the first one certainly was) I think this one is more of a straightforward and light- hearted (kinda) chapter.
Enjoy
PS- I'll try and update as often as these holidays and my obligations allow it, so don't think I'm just slouching. Keep R/R.ing.. "ish". (
Yet again I must remind you that these characters do not belong to me. They belong to Marvel. I just borrowed them for a while, and I plan on putting them back were I found them. promise. (I'm not sure. must I write this disclaimer every frigging chapter, cause I got to tell you. I'm running out of stuff I can write)
Tayrion
Spicing things up
Rogue looked up to face their assailant, as the customers of the bar started running towards the exit. She saw a tall man standing at the entrance of the bar, holding an unconscious Cyclops on his shoulders. The man was in his late 20s, wore dark clothes, and his eyes burned with red energy.
Rogue immediately sprinted from her seat to check on Kurt.
"Don't worry dear. He's alive. still. You should worry more about your own well-being." As the stranger uttered the last words, his eyes shot out an energy ray towards Rogue. The young girl though, had already taken her glove off and lightly touched Kurt's skin. As the energy struck the ground where she was a mere second ago, Rogue reappeared safely a couple of feet away from there. The teleportation process though left her dizzy and disoriented and as she tried to stand up, she tumbled back down.
The strange assailant shaking off his initial surprise at the girl's reaction, now towered over her smiling. But before he could say or do anything, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.
"I'd leave de fille alone if I were you mon ami. Dat is if I can call you dat of course."
At the entrance of the bar stood a young man in his early 20s with shoulder length brown hair, a pair of black jeans, a tight gray t-shirt, an ankle- long black coat and strangely enough sun-glasses in an already darkly lit bar. He stood there confidently and with a subtle grin, if such a thing is imaginable, on his face. With one hand he was smoking a cigarette, and he had the other in the pocket of his coat.
Rogue, who was still dizzy, couldn't focus to get a clearer picture of the young mutant defending her.
"Look man, just stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you. Just walk away." Said the X-men's assailant, who now put the unconscious Cyclops down, without taking his eyes off this new arrival for a moment.
"I cannot do dat, knowing dat you plan t' hurt de pretty lady over dere." answered Rogue's mysterious defender.
The assailant let out another energy ray towards the young man this time, who effortlessly avoided the impact by a series of impressive acrobatics and with the hand he kept in his pocket, he let out several playing cards that were crackling with energy ready to explode, towards his adversary. He managed to avoid some of the cards but 3 of them had an impact, which caused him to backtrack.
Meanwhile Rogue, who at that point had come around from the effects of teleportation, kicked him in the back of his legs, causing him to lose balance and then he was sent flying through the window of the bar, as the young mutant landed a kick in his stern, which carried the momentum of all the acrobatics he had been doing.
The young mutant knelt beside Rogue to make sure she was all right and as he did, his eyes were captivated by her beauty and his soul wept from the sadness he felt within her.
His ability as an empath allowed him to sense what others are feeling and if he concentrated, sometimes even control those feelings. He could not believe that such a young and beautiful girl could be feeling so much sadness, pain and loneliness. For a minute there he felt compelled to fill her heart with joy, but he wouldn't feel right altering her emotions.
He was used to being lonely and never having relationships, of any kind, with any real meaning, but he had never met before a soul so much more darkened by pain and loneliness, than his own.
As Remy's glasses had fallen off, from the acrobatics he had been making, Rogue saw red on black demon-eyes look back at her own, and her heart skipped a beat. They had that effect on women. They held the promises of mysteries and a passion not experienced before.
"Are you alright chérie?" asked the young mutant his voice heavy with concern, mostly because of what he'd sensed in her.
"Yeah. just a bit dizzy. Thank you for your timely intervention." She tried to cover up her nervousness and broke a smile at her savior.
"Remy LeBeau." said the young mutant as he offered his hand to help her to her feet.
Rogue's reaction surprised Remy, as she saw the young woman recoil for a moment, away from his hand.
"I. I'm not going to hurt you." said a perplexed Remy trying to sound as friendly and calm as he could.
Rogue smiled as she put on her glove again and this time took his hand and got up to her feet.
"I know that Remy. it's me hurting you that I'm worried about." she said with a light chuckle. Remy raised an eyebrow at the remark. "My name is Rogue." she said finally sitting up straight opposite him, but a little too close for comfort. She let out a small sigh, filled with unspoken desire and passion.
Remy sensed the change in her emotions and smiled to himself, as he brought her gloved hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Enchante chérie". Due to the intoxicating effect Remy had on Rogue, she was momentarily oblivious to her teammates, who still lay unconscious on the floor. Shaking off her trance her face became worried again, as she turned her attention to Kurt.
"Oh mah God! . Kurt!"
To be. concluded. nah. just continued.(
Kim- I'm glad you like the story so far, and as you see I did my best to update as quickly as I could. Don't worry I'm not planning on dying until I reach the chapter before the final one. After that I'm not sure. ( And as you see I always keep my promises. I hope you liked their meeting, of course more to follow. - I'm assuming that now that I did all this you're not going to get mad at me. are you?
marybug6otnile- WOW- thanks a lot for the compliments sweetie. I'm really not English and thank you for your kind words. I hope you still like the way the story is going.
Ishandahalf- I'm not quite sure how fast a bunny on crack goes, but I hope it's still pretty quick for you. ( Although I'm not sure what you mean with the comment about them being to New Orleans. are you expecting someone to appear.?
4rogue- as you see the build up continues (even though they met). I hope you like were this has gone and where it will go in the future.
One thing I'm still not sure about is the accents. I really hate writing this way, and I sincerely doubt that someone from Mississippi or someone from New Orleans talks with THAT strong an accent. I decided to do Remy's accent as he is almost always written that way but if some of you feel that the accent is not needed (and I'm not talking about the occasional French, just the accent the "d"s and all that) tell me so that I do not write him like that from now on.
Finally as the previous two were a bit "dark" and "brooding" (the first one certainly was) I think this one is more of a straightforward and light- hearted (kinda) chapter.
Enjoy
PS- I'll try and update as often as these holidays and my obligations allow it, so don't think I'm just slouching. Keep R/R.ing.. "ish". (
Yet again I must remind you that these characters do not belong to me. They belong to Marvel. I just borrowed them for a while, and I plan on putting them back were I found them. promise. (I'm not sure. must I write this disclaimer every frigging chapter, cause I got to tell you. I'm running out of stuff I can write)
Tayrion
Spicing things up
Rogue looked up to face their assailant, as the customers of the bar started running towards the exit. She saw a tall man standing at the entrance of the bar, holding an unconscious Cyclops on his shoulders. The man was in his late 20s, wore dark clothes, and his eyes burned with red energy.
Rogue immediately sprinted from her seat to check on Kurt.
"Don't worry dear. He's alive. still. You should worry more about your own well-being." As the stranger uttered the last words, his eyes shot out an energy ray towards Rogue. The young girl though, had already taken her glove off and lightly touched Kurt's skin. As the energy struck the ground where she was a mere second ago, Rogue reappeared safely a couple of feet away from there. The teleportation process though left her dizzy and disoriented and as she tried to stand up, she tumbled back down.
The strange assailant shaking off his initial surprise at the girl's reaction, now towered over her smiling. But before he could say or do anything, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.
"I'd leave de fille alone if I were you mon ami. Dat is if I can call you dat of course."
At the entrance of the bar stood a young man in his early 20s with shoulder length brown hair, a pair of black jeans, a tight gray t-shirt, an ankle- long black coat and strangely enough sun-glasses in an already darkly lit bar. He stood there confidently and with a subtle grin, if such a thing is imaginable, on his face. With one hand he was smoking a cigarette, and he had the other in the pocket of his coat.
Rogue, who was still dizzy, couldn't focus to get a clearer picture of the young mutant defending her.
"Look man, just stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you. Just walk away." Said the X-men's assailant, who now put the unconscious Cyclops down, without taking his eyes off this new arrival for a moment.
"I cannot do dat, knowing dat you plan t' hurt de pretty lady over dere." answered Rogue's mysterious defender.
The assailant let out another energy ray towards the young man this time, who effortlessly avoided the impact by a series of impressive acrobatics and with the hand he kept in his pocket, he let out several playing cards that were crackling with energy ready to explode, towards his adversary. He managed to avoid some of the cards but 3 of them had an impact, which caused him to backtrack.
Meanwhile Rogue, who at that point had come around from the effects of teleportation, kicked him in the back of his legs, causing him to lose balance and then he was sent flying through the window of the bar, as the young mutant landed a kick in his stern, which carried the momentum of all the acrobatics he had been doing.
The young mutant knelt beside Rogue to make sure she was all right and as he did, his eyes were captivated by her beauty and his soul wept from the sadness he felt within her.
His ability as an empath allowed him to sense what others are feeling and if he concentrated, sometimes even control those feelings. He could not believe that such a young and beautiful girl could be feeling so much sadness, pain and loneliness. For a minute there he felt compelled to fill her heart with joy, but he wouldn't feel right altering her emotions.
He was used to being lonely and never having relationships, of any kind, with any real meaning, but he had never met before a soul so much more darkened by pain and loneliness, than his own.
As Remy's glasses had fallen off, from the acrobatics he had been making, Rogue saw red on black demon-eyes look back at her own, and her heart skipped a beat. They had that effect on women. They held the promises of mysteries and a passion not experienced before.
"Are you alright chérie?" asked the young mutant his voice heavy with concern, mostly because of what he'd sensed in her.
"Yeah. just a bit dizzy. Thank you for your timely intervention." She tried to cover up her nervousness and broke a smile at her savior.
"Remy LeBeau." said the young mutant as he offered his hand to help her to her feet.
Rogue's reaction surprised Remy, as she saw the young woman recoil for a moment, away from his hand.
"I. I'm not going to hurt you." said a perplexed Remy trying to sound as friendly and calm as he could.
Rogue smiled as she put on her glove again and this time took his hand and got up to her feet.
"I know that Remy. it's me hurting you that I'm worried about." she said with a light chuckle. Remy raised an eyebrow at the remark. "My name is Rogue." she said finally sitting up straight opposite him, but a little too close for comfort. She let out a small sigh, filled with unspoken desire and passion.
Remy sensed the change in her emotions and smiled to himself, as he brought her gloved hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Enchante chérie". Due to the intoxicating effect Remy had on Rogue, she was momentarily oblivious to her teammates, who still lay unconscious on the floor. Shaking off her trance her face became worried again, as she turned her attention to Kurt.
"Oh mah God! . Kurt!"
To be. concluded. nah. just continued.(
Kim- I'm glad you like the story so far, and as you see I did my best to update as quickly as I could. Don't worry I'm not planning on dying until I reach the chapter before the final one. After that I'm not sure. ( And as you see I always keep my promises. I hope you liked their meeting, of course more to follow. - I'm assuming that now that I did all this you're not going to get mad at me. are you?
marybug6otnile- WOW- thanks a lot for the compliments sweetie. I'm really not English and thank you for your kind words. I hope you still like the way the story is going.
Ishandahalf- I'm not quite sure how fast a bunny on crack goes, but I hope it's still pretty quick for you. ( Although I'm not sure what you mean with the comment about them being to New Orleans. are you expecting someone to appear.?
4rogue- as you see the build up continues (even though they met). I hope you like were this has gone and where it will go in the future.