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Yup, Rogue's been kidnapped. That is sooo sad. At least this could give Remy the chance to rescue her. Or maybe not. Y' see I'm not into the whole " Damsel in Distress" thing sooo we are about to have quite a bit of trouble here in there. Thanks to: Ishandahalf

For your reviews!! Do ya feel the suspense yet? Do you find Rogue's past a bit mysterious or no? Or do you just find it too confusing? Oh well…..

Recap: Aurora's water breaks and begins birthing her child. Rogue and the others are the only ones there to help her through the birthing. Rogue has been chosen as the designated mid wife. Unfortunately, the mother is having conniptions soo she sends Rogue out of her room in an attempt to find Spike. Rogue finds Spike hiding outside in the back yard during a thunder and lightning storm. Suddenly Rogue is consumed by such a horrible pain that she collapses on the ground. Logan hears her and runs out to her aid. Both Spike and Logan notice two (what looks like burn marks, which will later on be tattoos) burn marks on both of her arms. Spike zones out and commands Logan to get Rogue out of there, then he too passes out. As Logan picks up Rogue to take her back into the house, he's attacked by three mysterious men. They apprehend Rogue's body and disappear into the night ( Like Batman. . I guess). Elsewhere, Aurora finally gave birth to her baby with Remy's help ( Don't ask how!..). Logan busts into the room, holding Spike's semi-conscious body and tells Remy that Rogue's been captured. SO FAR SO GOOD! Now on with the story. . . . .

Chapter 10: Meet the Angel of Death

" The light must always meet the dark before

hope can bring itself through."

~ RoguesHeart~

Aurora remained resting in her room while Logan, Remy, and Spike tried to grasp the situation at hand. They had already come to the conclusion that Aspen must've been captured as well since he hadn't returned yet. Not that they really cared.

" Where could dey have taken de' Chere?"

Remy's question remained unanswered. Spike was sitting on the couch on the far left side of the living room. Logan was leaning against the wall, sheathing and unsheathing his claws agitatedly. Remy was propped up against what seemed to be a barstool. His hands constantly fiddling with a deck of cards that he had conveniently placed in his trench coat pocket. Every now and then he would flip out a card, it always landed on the queen of hearts. Suddenly an idea darted into his mind. Casting a side wards glance at Spike, Remy expressed his idea.

" Spike, Didn't y' tell us dat y' and Rogue have a special connection?"

Spike didn't look up from his hands. Merely rubbing his throbbing temples he nodded.

" Oui."

" Well den, why don' y' use it t' find her?"

Spike suddenly snapped up and shot Remy a superiorly icy death glare. The kind that could give Rogue's a run for it's money.

" Don' y' think ah'm tryin' that now?!"

Remy shrugged passively.

" Remy just tryin' t' help."

Spike sighed and sank deeper into the lazy boy chair. Running his hair through his hair, he turned back to face Remy apologetically.

" Je suis Desole, Remy… the gene is begin'n t' act up."

Remy stared at Spike, worry was clearly apparent on his face.

" Does dat mean Rogue's?…"

Spike shook his head weakly.

" Non, Remy.. It doesn't mean she be dead. It's just dat ah can't feel her anymore. Ah usually

can feel a hint of sumthin' , even when were miles apart.. But ah can't sense her anywhere and

it's causing the gene to expound a small amount of adrenaline into mah bloodstream every hour

she goes missing.

Both Logan and Remy looked at him sympathetically.

" Spike?"

" Oui, Remy?"

" Logan said sum'tin 'bout Rogue having two tattoos on her arms.. De last time Remy checked

de Chere, didn't have no tattoos."

Spike sighed even deeper before explaining it.

" Dey don' show up unless she be needed."

" Needed for what?"

Spike looked at Logan sadly.

" Did y' notice de skull and crossbones on her right arm?"

" Yeah."

" And did y' notice de scale on her left?"

" Yeah."

" Like we told y' earlier, Rogue and Ah controlled both of de guilds. And if any'tin' got out

of control it was up t' us t' remedy it. "

" What does dat have t' do wit' de tattoos?"

" Ah'm get'in t' dat now." snapped Spike.

" Sorry." muttered Remy.

Glaring at Remy, Spike continued.

" As ah was sayin', we had t' eliminate de problem by any means necessary. We were both

Used as assassins t' kill off de people dat violated T.M.A. regulations. Ah was once called

De Shadow Strangler.."

" Dat was y'?!"

Spike turned back at Remy to glare at him but gave up. He merely nodded and continued.

" Rogue on de other hand was called by many names. De one she was most known for was

De Fate Striker. "

" What's a fate striker?"

Sighing impatiently, Spike answered.

" Ah was 'bout t' explain dat…"

Remy held up his hand.

" Lemme explain it t' Wolvie.. "

Logan growled at the Cajun who was using Rogue's nickname for him while Spike nodded gratefully.

" De legend goes way back…even farther than de Tithe Master. De fate striker was an

Ancient goddess who decided de fates of people who committed grand sins. In her left

Hand she held a scale wit' two dragons wrapped around its base. De scale was used t'

Way de "pros" and "cons" of a person."

" Pros and Cons?"

" Oui, de "pros" and " cons" were how much de person's sin outweighed the person's evil."

Logan nodded in comprehension and allowed Remy to continued.

" If de "pros" outweigh de "cons", She would turn into de Angel of Mercy and de person would be allowed t' live for however many years. But if de "cons" outweigh de "pros" den

She would turn into de Angel of Death. "

" Angel of Death?"

" Oui., y' see in her right hand she held de head of her latest kill. With de head, she would suck

de soul out of de person's body and leave dem dere t' die. It was said t' be worst den death

itself because de person's body and mind would still be dere, but de person's soul would be

forever condemned 'til death."

Spike applauded Remy for his excellent description of the Fate Striker. Remy grinned back at Spike and winked. Logan rolled his eyes but turned to face Spike.

" So, Stripes can turn into some Ancient Goddess?"

" Non, but her absorption power works just like de Goddess's."

" What are the other names that she was called under."

Spike sat up thoughtfully.

" Well, before Rogue became branded as Fate Striker.. She was called de Silent Stalker."

Remy leaned his head on the wall, his thoughts swirling.

" Do y' t'ink dat she would goin' back t' New Orleans?"

Spike closed his eyes.

" Most Likely."

Logan unsheathed his claws dramatically.

" Den it's our job t' get dere first."

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A sharp jab in his head sent Aspen hurling into a wall. Desperately trying to focus his eyes, Aspen attempted to haul his body up into a fighting stance.

" Get up ya lazy bastard, we have a job ta do."

Slowly his vision began to return to him. As his eyes focused, he saw Rogue standing in front of him fully dressed in the traditional T.M.A. attire. Of course hers was adjusted to fit her position but still, it was her T.M.A. uniform. Rogue's outfit consisted of knee high steel-toed boots with silver straps, a total of 75 bangles on her left arm, and a matching black choker with silver diamond-shaped studs. Her black on blood red leather uniform fitted slimly against her body. Her utility built had small silver studs wrapped around the outside. Hidden in her boot strap was a small adamantium steel dagger with a jet black cover slip. To top off her entire wardrobe, she had medium sized silver hoop earrings in her ears and black leather gloves with the fingers cut out w/ a stainless steel inhibitor ring (A/N: yes I am obsessive with black and silver, deal with it).

" What the hell?"

" What tha hell ya'self… Get ya dumbass up now!"

Aspen sat on the bed, stunned. His latest memory was being in a bar in New Zealand. Then getting knocked out by some bastard with a beer bottle. For all he could tell now, he was in New Orleans. The smell of Cajun spices wasn't hard to notice, he did live here for a good portion of his life. It would've been crime. Aspen returned his attention back to Rogue, who was tapping her foot impatiently.

" What job?"

" Ah'll explain that as soon as ya get up."

Aspen glared at Rogue.

" Why not tell me now?!"

Rogue leaned into his face.

" Ah'd suggest that ya don't speak ta ya superior like that."

Aspen crossed his arms defiantly.

" And what will you do if I do continue?"

Rogue rolled her eyes.

" Remember, ya did this on ya own."

And with that statement, he found himself crashing through a window. Aspen hit the ground with a sickening thud. Lifting his face out of the puddle of mud that he had landed in, he turned to glare at Rogue.

" Why the hell did you do that?"

" Do not back talk ya superior."

Her voice was a deadly calm. But it still gave the desired effect. Raising her index and thumb to her mouth, she let out a shrill whistle. In minutes, Rogue was surrounded by at least sixteen men. The sky rumbled loudly as another lightening crack lit the sky. Turning slightly to face the men, she raised her finger to point at the crumpled Aspen.

" Teach him a lesson."

All the men saluted her and nodded. They slowly descended upon Aspen. The rain pattered down upon his head, plastering the blond strands of hair against his forehead.

Immediately, the men began to beat the living crap out of him. Smashing him consistently into his lower diaphram until Rogue's voice rang over them.

" Enough."

Right away the men ceased beating the shit out of him.

" Take him inside and pour peroxide on his wounds, then send him ta the trainin' area,

He has obviously forgotten the rules, make sure ya brief it ta him."

The men nodded submissively and dragged the half unconscious Aspen into the house.

Rogue turned and began to jog lightly down the street. She had just came from a meeting with the Master. Master had instructed her about her next target. His name was Marius Bordreaux. The leader of the Assassins Guild. His son had betrayed the T.M.A. benefactress Candra and he had supported him when it had happened. Apparently, Marius's son was Julien Bordreaux. Julien was the laughingstock of both guilds and the T.M.A. alike. They couldn't afford to have a liability such as that. Julien Bordreaux and Marius Bordreaux must be punished.

They must die.

HEY Another lovely chapter has been completed. Soo lovely. Sure there was a lack of Romy but I figured that it would be kinda be hard to do considering their millions of miles apart. Do not worry, Pyro is coming soon. I just had to get some explanations in. Oh Yeah, and don't worry there will be some very descriptive *ahem* violent *cough* Aspen Bashing. And Aurora will have more important roles, is just that she did just have a baby sooo I figure she wouldn't be too fit to run around and rescue Rogue. Not that she needs rescuing. I guess I should tell ya this now cuz I don't know if I'll tell ya in the story later.. Rogue's memories have been hidden from her. She is unaware of who Remy LeBeau is besides the fact that he is the son of JeanLuc LeBeau. She still remembers Spike and Aurora but.. She has been told that they were *cough* traitors*cough* ~ Spoiler~ ;)

PLEASE REVIEW THIS CHAPTER!!PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE!! Oh yeah.. The chapters after this might be a wee bit confusing so just ask if you have any questions.

~ RoguesHeart~