Disclaimer: I do not own the Xmen….. I would be so freaking rich.. Do I look rich to you?? Huh Huh?? Huh?? I don't hear any answers!… Oh and I don't own the songs either… :p

Hola, it's your favorite psychotic writer RoguesHeart. It has been quite a while since my last update non? Well I had a dramatic buzz kill.

Thanks to:

GreenFairyGirl88: C'mon now. . . Your poor heart can handle just a wee bit more cliff hangers. I just can't come to a decision on whether or not I should kill Belladonna. I had another tie. It sucks.

Ishandahalf: I'm not a big fan of Belladonna either, I just haven't made her super mean in this story. I just made her real arrogant and conceited. Nothing to really kill her for. Curses, I should make her do something worth her death so Rogue can kill her. And *wink wink* You are way more compassionate than I am!!! ;)

Bitrona: Well that explains things.

Roguewannabe29: *dances wildly* I shall make another chapter!!! Sooo. . . Am I going to get a Remy clone?

Chapter 30: Just Once

" Can we find a way to make it right…"

~James Ingram~

The situation was rather tense. No longer were they able to take their eyes away from the fight at hand. The only one who was capable of remaining calm during the battle was Spike. He was fully aware of his sister's abilities and was no doubt sure of her victory that was yet to come.

The only part of the battle that could even give Rogue trouble would be the portion in which she had to control her temper. Which would most likely be the entire time.

Of course Spike began to worry when he saw her collapse onto the arena floor after the blonde woman stabbed her in the back. He knew that she was loosing what bit of patience that she had stored away.

He watched as she slowly arose from the floor, her eyes flashing wildly. Immediately Spike began to lean forward in his seat. She was losing control of her emotions.

Spike watched as she gazed around the arena, her eyes taking in every corner of the stadium. For a split second their eyes met, and in that minor moment Spike knew she had lost the battle. Rogue had given up and passed over her body to another psyche. Not that he could blame her, if he was fighting Belladonna he would have lost control as well. Every hit she received began to activate the gland inside his brain. Her anger was building upon him and it was truly overbearing.

The only reason why he was happy that she had passed her body over to her other psyches was that they could keep her temper in control. If she didn't hold onto her power, she won't be the only one who was going to go crazy.

Spike observed the way his sister seemed to be attacking the blonde beauty. She was striking at her with such a nonchalant conformity, it would have taken an idiot not to know that she had allowed her most dangerous psyche take over her body. Fate Striker would mean the death of everyone who had a horrid sin that floated over their heads. And most likely, if Belladonna was anything like Remy, she had some deep sins.

The inner depths of Spike's mind began to twitch violently. Pleasure coursed through his body as Rogue continued to attack the woman. Scrunching up his fist, Spike began to flex and unflex his hands in attempt to calm his racing heart. It wasn't anger that was making his body go wild, it was the pleasure Rogue was feeling every time she managed to connect a blow.

His stomach swirled sickly, as he watched the woman slam into the wall. As she scurried away into the dark corner, an amusement began to flow through his body. Not the usual amusement that an average person would feel but a sickening and insane enjoyment. Laughter began to billow deep into his throat as he watched his sister drag the woman from the comforting darkness. The blonde woman's screams of pain came as a delightful array to his ears.

' what de hell is wrong wit' me..'

Rogue bent over slowly and grabbed the woman by her throat and heaved her from the arena floor. A psychotic smile spread across her face, he could feel the blonde woman's hot breath on his face, as Rogue leaned into Belle. She spoke something softly to the woman and slammed her into the ground.

The sound of a bell ringing, jolted spike out of his frenzied reverie. Glancing up, he watched as Essex gave orders to his men to bring the weapons. A passing calm flew through out the stadium. The sweat on his head at plastered his hair to his face. Darting his emerald eyes from person to person, he watched slowly as each weapon was carefully placed around the arena.

" Spike y' be alright homme?"

Whipping around, he stared at the worried Cajun next to him. Taking a deep shuddering breath, Spike answered.

" Oui , just be mah nerves getting' away from me.."

Remy cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. He didn't believe a word that just came out of Spike's mouth. The man was practically shivering to death and his eyes were glowing wildly. Not to mention the fact that if he sweated anymore, he would become dehydrated.

" Y' sure, y' don't look to well.."

Spike shook his head and smiled shakily.

" Non, I be fine Remy…don' worry bout me."

Remy stared at Spike for a moment until he caught the sight of a small girl. Turning to get a better look he left Spike to his own admissions.

Though he could not see her face, Spike felt like she was familiar. There was something about those startling green eyes that had attracted his attention. The purple shawl that concealed the other portion of her face, lifted slightly with each breath she took. Essex seemed to not notice her at all because he merely brushed her aside and commanded for the fight to continue.

Taking one last look at the mysterious girl, Spike glanced back at Rogue. Another strange feeling bustled through his body as he watched as the blonde dove for the staff that was next to her.

Apprehension began to tingle in the back of his mind. No, she couldn't be thinking of using that against Rogue. Even Aspen had better sense than to use Rogue's own weapon against her. It was like using wooden claws against Logan's adamantium.

A soft song began to float through the air, filling Spike's mind with it's eerily enchanting tune. Unaware of the effects that it was having on Rogue, Spike merely allowed himself to be charmed by it's graceful melody.

You are near to the dark, I will tell you about the sun…You are here no escape from my visions of the world….. You will cry all alone but it does not mean a thing to me…

Only slightly did Spike notice Rogue picking up a pair of double axes and flip them carelessly into the air.

Knowing the song I will sing till darkness, come to me I will tell about the secret of the sun…It's in you not in me….. But it does not mean a thing to you…..

Seriously short chapter.. But I must figure out how I shall do the next chapter. Anybody have suggestions? Vote's for Belladonna:

Yes kill her - 1

No don't kill her- 2

So I pretty much have that down pact. I just need to figure out how I shall do it.. If you have any suggestions, tell this poor southerner!!!

REVIEW FOR ME PLEASE!!!

~RoguesHeart~