Pietro stole my disclaimer. The little shit. Well, anyways, I don't own anything of X-Men except the guy who likes killing people. And the people who are already dead.

Author's Note- Sorry if my use of the Australian accent offends anybody. I write it like that because it's more entertaining for me, and that's how Pyro talks on the show, I know Australians don't actually talk like that. I think I got Gambit's accent pretty good. Also apologize if I misuse Rogue, Kurt, and Colossus's accents. I try my best.

"Let's just say things are going to get wild, and I don't want you to get hurt. Now shove off." Lance Alvers (Avalanche) in 'The Hex-Factor'

Chapter Eleven

The Acolytes sat awkwardly with the Brotherhood and the X-Men in the rec room. Scott, being the leader and thinking what he thought was best for his team, immediately threatened the other mutants.

"Listen here," he snarled at them, "If you try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally blow you through a wall."

Pyro just let out his notorious cackle, realizing that the teenager who stood before him rhymed. Gambit smirked and lit up a cigarette and Colossus stood in a corner, his muscular arms crossed against his chest, with a neutral look on his face.

"No smoking in here," Scott hissed at the red-eyed Cajun. Gambit smirked and blew smoke in the teenager's face.

Scott grabbed Gambit's coat collar and pulled him close, "I could kill you, you know."

Gambit nonchalantly pushed Scott away, smirking as he did so. "An' I c'n kill y'. Now tell dis Cajun, would y' tell ol' Wolverine not t' smoke in here?"

"Of course not, he would kill me," Scott crossed his arms and scowled. All the other X-Men were watching, none of them paying attention to Pyro, who had gone and started flicking his lighter at the hem of one of the curtains.

"An' Gambit c'n kill y' jus' as easily, as I said b'fore," he took another drag of the cigarette.

"I can kill you, *Gambit*, remember that," Scott hissed. Jean walked up to him and put a calming hand on his arm.

"But y' won'. Y're not de type. Now, I'm not one f'r killin' but I will if Gambit have to," Gambit drawled, holding open the palm of his hand and snuffing out the cigarette, seeing that there were no ashtrays around.

Scott stared at the other's hand for a moment, his face a shade paler. Gambit smirked and his eyes wondered over to where Pyro was, burning the curtain. He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

"John!" he barked, using the mutant's given name. Pyro jumped a foot in the air, turning around quickly and hiding the curtain behind his back.

"Wot?" he asked a bit too innocently, sniffing slightly from the smell of smoke.

"Y' snuff dat fire out now, b'fore Gambit blow y' t' bits an' pieces, y' hear?" Gambit warned the pyromaniac. Pyro nodded slightly, turned around and extinguished the fire with his powers.

"You burnt the curtains!" Kitty shrieked, glaring at Pyro. Pyro just shrugged and started looking curiously around the room once again. He didn't seem to have a care in the world. Which was true, unless you took his Zippo lighter away or his flamethrower.

"You get that maniac under control!" Scott ordered, his voice rising.

"Oh, so now y' see fit t' tell me what t' do? Gambit don' like dat. Y' not de boss o' him an' y' never will be. I have a backbone, y' know," Gambit drawled, his Cajun accent getting thicker every time he talked.

"Doesn't seem like it. You're Magneto's lackey. None of you have backbones," Scott snarled, Evan and Kurt were now walking up to him, ready to join the fight. Or in Kurt's case, ready to break up a fight. Colossus had a very angry look on his face, and even Pyro stopped his investigating to stare coldly at Scott.

"An' what do y' call y'self? Y' here an' y' work f'r Xavier. Y' listen blindly t' him, believin' in his peaceful ways. Well, wake up, homme; life's not exactly what y' precious Professor makes it out t' be. Dere ain't a lot o' human out dere dat accepts us now, an' it ain't gonna change, it's gonna get worse. Accept it, Cykes. Y'r Professor isn't pure genius," Gambit's mood darkened. He usually kept cool during arguments but this punk in front of him just irked him so much. "B'sides, all t'ieves need an employer."

Scott backed away from the Cajun in surprise. "You're a thief!"

Gambit casually put his hand in his trench coat and pulled out a dark brown leather wallet. "Y' watch dis more carefully from now on, comprenez?" He said, tossing the wallet back at the leader.

"We don't need some French jackass telling us what to do!" Evan shouted, balling up his fists.

Gambit slowly turned his head to face him, absentmindedly taking out another cigarette and lighting it as he did so.

"Didn' y' mère ever tell y' t' r'spect y' elders?" Gambit asked coolly, raising a handsome eyebrow.

"My what?" Evan asked in slight confusion, although he still looked angry.

"Y'r mother, pup, y'r mother," Gambit snapped impatiently. "An' didn' I jus' say I was Cajun? Don' y' listen?"

"Yeah," Evan muttered quietly, looking at the floor angrily. Then he snapped his head back up, "You can't be that much older than me!"

Gambit shrugged, "Twenty-one, twenty-two, don' know, eit'er one. How old are y'? Fifteen? A good seven years."

"Vhat? Don't know how to count at how old you are?" Laughed Kurt, giving Evan a high-five.

"Lost count 'while ago," Gambit said calmly, letting out another cloud of smoke from the cigarette, "Don' really care. Jus' anot'er year closer t' death."

He snuffed out his second cigarette on his hand. He normally didn't do that, but since there was nothing else to do it on, beside the furniture, he did it on his hand. He'd be damned if put it out on his trench coat.

"Now, y' leave me be, comprenez? Me an' Petey an' Johnny boy here, we take a walk around de grounds, non?" He raised his eyebrows at them, as if waiting for them to protest. But they didn't and he nodded his head to the two other Acolytes and led them out of the rec room, and to the outside.

"That jerk." Evan muttered.

"Hey, you don't know him," Pietro sneered from his spot. "But of course, Daniels, you just want to judge him right away because he's not on your side. And if you hadn't noticed, Sum-ners started the whole thing."

"I could take you anytime Pietro!" shouted Evan, his face growing darker from a flush.

"Not even on your best day," Pietro snarled, then he added quickly, "Slow- mo."

"Ugh, you guys are so immature!" Rogue shouted to all of them, her accent thickening. She jumped up from her seat and bolted out. Scott went to go after her but Jean gave his arm a squeeze.

"She'll be fine, Scott. Just leave her be," she said reassuringly.

Scott looked from Jean to where Rogue exited and to Jean again. Finally, he sighed and said, "You're right. If the Acolytes come near her, she'll suck their brains out."

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Rogue trudged through the yard, intent on finding a certain Cajun. She spotted him sitting on a bench near the coy pond, the other Acolytes by him.

"Swamp Rat!" She called loudly to him. He seemed to stiffen slightly, and he inclined his head a little to his right, as if to hear her better.

"Gambit, come ovah here! We need ta talk!" She called out to him again. Gambit slowly stood, turned around and faced her. His face immediately broke into a cocky smirk. Another cigarette was dangling from his lips. He strolled up to her and his smirk grew wider.

"What can dis Cajun do for such a lovely belle?" he asked her in a voice filled with sexuality. He was so close to Rogue that she could smell his scent: cigarettes, cologne, alcohol, and sweat. She found it rather intoxicating, but she quickly cleared her head.

"Ah jus' want ya ta know," she said in a firm voice, "tha' Ah don' follow the Prof's dreams blahndly. Ah follow because Ah believe tha' we have a chance at makin' peace. Ah know there are some tha' hate us, but tha' doesn't mean they all do. Maybe ya'll should reconsider what yoah fahghtin' foah."

Gambit's smirk faded a bit when she was talking. Then suddenly it grew larger, and he took Rogue's gloved hand in his, pulling it just right up to his lips. His eyes looked up at her from his bowed head, and they seemed to spark intently. Rogue found herself not being able to look away.

"At least y' know what y' doin' chere," he whispered huskily, bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed it tenderly. She pulled it away and the hand slipped out of his grasp.

"Don' touch meh," she whispered.

"Sure t'ing, chere," he whispered, giving her a small sad smile. "But y' shouldn' be so insecure. Dey know bout y'. If dey touch y', it's dere fault."

Rogue licked her lips, turning away from him and started to walk.

"Y'd be beautiful if y' didn' wear so much makeup," Gambit called after her, "Stop tryin' t' hide y'self."

Rogue faltered in her steps slightly, but she kept walking. She felt a few drops of rain hit her face. Walking a little bit faster, she entered the mansion just as it began to pour.

Pulling aside a dark deep red curtain, she peered outside. Colossus and Pyro were starting to walk back towards the mansion, but Gambit remained beside the coy pond, but ultimately she saw him flick a small white object into it before turning around and heading back also.

Colossus walked in, drenched in rain, Pyro followed in shortly afterwards, his fiery blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He shook it like a mane. Colossus gave him an annoyed look from his stormy gray eyes, and he turned to Rogue.

"If you can, please, vould you get a towel?" he asked in a thick accent, "I do not vant to get ze place all vet."

Rogue nodded numbly, heading towards the nearest linen closet. She pulled out three fluffy white towels, one for each Acolyte.

She handed them both one. Colossus dried himself off and then stuck out a large hand to her. Placing her gloved one in his, he shook it.

"Piotr Rasputin. You can call me Peter if it's easier," he introduced himself.

"Rogue," she said as politely as she could. At least this Acolyte didn't seem like a jerk. She looked around at Pyro. He was humming to himself as he vigorously dried his blonde locks with a towel. He stopped and looked up at her, deep blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

"St. John Allardoyce," he offered, "Spelt A-L-L-E-R-D-Y-C-E. Yeah, tha's roight, St. John. Don' ask, moy parents were nutters."

She raised her eyebrows at him in surprise, then smiled slightly. He would have been rather amusing, if he wasn't so annoying.

"Gambit, his name is Remy Lebeau," Colossus, or rather Piotr said.

Rogue nodded, walking back towards the rec room.

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