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

Ooh I got a lot of reviews for this story! Wow, who knew so many people hated Belladonna? I am ever so happy for the reviews!!

Krys Xanthina: Hey that gives me an idea. . . Tee hee.. *sinister thoughts* I shall put you on my list for the killers of Belladonna! You are now number 2,345..

Roguewannabe29: We be sharing de southern blood!! YAY A FELLOW SOUTHERNER! And wow, isn't that just a wee bit drastic on the whole "if we kill Belle, our lives would be less miserable" ? *thinks for a minute* NAAAH!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!

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Soo by these lovely reviews and my lovely reviewers, I have reached a verdict. The majority of you want to see the inevitable death of Belladonna Bordreaux. Well I can't disappoint my fans sooo here we go.. Prepare for the Death of Belladonna!!

Chapter 31: Dead

" Shower me with dark remembrances..

Set me free.."

~RoguesHeart~

Panic rose throughout her body, she didn't know how long she would be able to last against the constant barrage of attacks. It seemed like the woman was merely toying with her. Taking pleasure in the fact that she was possibly an even greater fighter than herself.

Leaping backwards to avoid an axe slash to her head, Belle frantically tried to conjure up a plan. She needed something.anything.that could help her win the battle. Something told her that it was possible that she wouldn't be walking out of there, alive.

A sick smile twisted upon her opponent's face. Her eyes twinkled with a deadly shimmer. Tightening her hold on the base of her weapon, she began to swing it at the frightened woman across from her.

A soft wooshing noise filled her ears as the metal barely missed her head. Her heart began to slam into her chest as she desperately swung her metal staff at her opponents torso.

Parrying each attack, Rogue lifted her axe into the air and slammed it down in between the woman's shoulder blades.

An agonizing scream erupted from the woman's mouth. Rogue watched with an endearing pleasure as the woman fell to the ground, writhing in torturous pain.

Belle could feel each individual muscle in her shoulder being sliced in half as the blade continued to dig deeper into her body. Tears welled up into her eyes, momentarily blurring her vision. Warm blood began to trickled down her back as well as her chest , while she forcibly removed the weapon from her upper torso.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, she glared furiously at the woman next to her. Flashes of red dots angrily blended with her sight, impairing all the senses that she had once owned.

" Damn..you." she huffed out, her tone dripping with venom.

Rogue lifted her head to stare back at the injured Belladonna.

" Ah'm not done yet.."

She then grinned malevolently, revealing her sparkling white teeth.

" Time for the real party to start."

Belle staggered back, not only from pain but out of fear as well. Rogue's eyes were flashing dangerously, as if a wild animal had taken control of her body.

Gripping the axe in one hand and the staff in the other, she pulled them up to block any attack that Rogue had planned to throw towards her.

Seeing the woman's plan, Rogue merely narrowed her eyes with mild amusement. She was trying to survive, laughing internally Rogue began to walk slowly towards Belle.

Eyes widening, Belle shakily took a step backwards. Pulling her weapons in front of her, she twirled them cautiously. Keeping her gaze on Rogue, she spoke.

" Y' come any closer t' me and I swear. I'll kill y'."

Rogue stared at Belle with a confused expression for a small moment before she threw her head back and erupted into maniacal laughter. The situation was all too hilarious. This silly little mortal was actually trying to fight back.. Fight against an immortal. The Fate Striker did not just back away from a fight. She did not allow for anyone to order about. At this thought, Rogue's body began to shimmer with anger.

' How dare she insult me!'

Rogue's body began to lunge at the potentially helpless blonde, when suddenly she felt a jerk tugging in the back of her mind. Retreating into Rogue's subconscious Fate Striker frantically searched around for the disturbance.

Rogue's psyche floated up to meet Fate Striker's. Grabbing her by her shoulders, she threw her into the darker portions of her mind. The action angered the ancient goddess, which caused for the physical Rogue to stop in her tracks.

' What the hell do you think you're doing?'

Rogue glared back at the other psyche.

' Ya've gone too far, Fate Striker.'

Fate Striker scowled at Rogue, her seemingly identical green eyes glaring at her with a calm fury.

' She must be judged Rogue.'

' Why?'

She could feel the dramatic sigh swooshing through her body as Fate Striker answered.

' Whether you like it or not, Rogue, I must do my job.'

' But what does she have t' do with any of this?!'

' I have weighed her heart, Rogue, and she failed.'

' But!.'

' But nothing Rogue, her fate must be decided.'

With that, Rogue found herself souring to the dark depths of her mind. Various chains wrapped around her body, sealing her into what seemed to be a concrete wall.

' Noo!..'

Fate Striker shook her head sympathetically at Rogue.

' I'm sorry but it must be done.'

Almost immediately, Fate Striker found herself staring down at Belladonna Bordreaux's body. The woman was diving towards her legs and was attempting to take out her legs while she was distracted.

Smirking at the woman's feeble attempts, Fate Striker leapt into the air and kicked the woman with the back of her heel, making Belle fall face first onto the pavement.

Suddenly a burning sensation began to flow through her arms, coursing through her body and down her spine. Jerking slightly, Fate Striker lifted her hands to her shoulders. She could feel the blood pumping in her veins, burning into her skin. Beckoning, calling her to pass her judgment.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to be taken away by the sultry tones of the light song that would continuously play through her mind.

Can you here the calling of the raving wind and water.. We just keep dreaming of the land . across the river..

Breathing in deeply, she watched the flashes of light darting behind her eyes. Slowly she peered into the soul of the Cajun beauty, the one who had stolen the heart of the demon god Remy LeBeau, that long time ago.

All she could see was blackness. Jealousy, Greed, and Hatred seemed to dominate her entire essence. Fate Striker saw everything that had penetrated the dark soul of the blonde bombshell. Visions of the countless times she manipulated people into gaining whatever she needed, images of the corruption of her blood brother Julien LeBeau plagued her mind.

Snapping out of her reverie, Fate Striker brought her gaze upon Belladonna. Her emerald eyes glowing with a cold rage. Softly, but loud enough for Belle to hear, she spoke.

" Time for your judgment Belladonna Bordreaux of the Assassins Guild."

Belle stared at the woman before her for a split second. Her ocean blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.

" What are y' talkin' about?"

Without speaking she dropped the axe that she held within her left hand. Focusing on the telekinetic power, Rogue snatched the metal staff from Belladonna's hands.

" Hey."

Flipping the bo staff expertly, she turned to glare at Belladonna.

" You have been judged and you have failed."

She watched as Belladonna's crystal blue eyes flared at her.

" What de hell y' be talkin bout, chienne? "

The woman refused to answer her but merely began to skillfully flip the bo-staff through her fingers. After a small moment, Silence instilled between the two fighters.

The audience began to grow restless in the tension of the horrid moment. After a near fatal blow had managed to connect against the blonde woman, they were expecting to see the final strike. The heat of the moment was getting through to them.

Belladonna stared at the woman, her eyes never leaving her pretty little face. She watched as the soft locks of white hair floated around her face shielding her eyes, a sinister smile remained on her pale countenance.

Slowly she lifted her head and exposed the ice cold emerald orbs that she called eyes. They sparkled with such a deadly shimmer that it made Belle step back.

Belle stared at Rogue with wide eyes, when she could have sworn that she heard a child's voice escape from her mouth.

We are always on the way, to find the place we belong. wandering to nowhere. we're paddling down the raging sea.

Belle stepped back, her eyes glancing over the woman's body.

Who can cross over, such raving and wind and water.. From the road of broken sills.. Shiver with coldness.. Come by the Highland.. Come by the river..

The song that came from Rogue's mouth began to expand through out the arena. Grasping the attention of a tall man with auburn hair. His green eyes stared directly at her, beckoning for her to continue.

Swaying slightly, Rogue's body began to hover into the air, startling the woman across from her.

It's just another place.. We paddle along.. Down the raging sea..

Another voice entered into the song, Whipping around, Rogue's eyes scanned the arena only to meet up with the young girl standing next to Essex. Her eyes seemed to bore into her soul, displaying all the hidden emotions that the woman named Rogue allowed to keep bottled inside.

As the Fate Striker, she was able to inhabit Rogue's body without much trouble. Yet she still felt a bit of remorse of what her presence was doing to her. Day by Day, a little bit of Rogue's life would begin to drift away, never to be restored. It was her fault. Rogue's body was meant to be a vessel but not for one so strong.

It wouldn't be long until Rogue would no longer exist, she would merely be another one of the faint souls that would drift endlessly in the never ending sea of blackness. She, herself, had the displeasure of having to being there once, at least until she was released.

Fate Striker turned her attention back to the slightly irritated Cajun across from her. She was going to have to deal with her now.

Flipping the bo staff expertly, the Fate Striker used Rogue's body to lunge at the woman. Taking her down with a single sweep to the diaphragm, she stood over the blonde woman's body.

Glancing up momentarily, Rogue watched as the audience began to beckon her to continue. Telling her to finish her off. Darting her eyes over to stare at Essex, she watched as he took his index finger and slid it across his neck in a knife-like fashion. Then he nodded at her, giving her the okay to continue with her plans. Acknowledging him with a slight wink, Rogue turned her attention back to the terrified woman beneath her.

Leaning closer to the woman's face, she could feel her right arm burning with pain. It must be done, it would be the only way to cease the torture that they had to live through, day in and day out. To deliver the justice would be the only way to deliver her soul and quite possibly be the only way to free Rogue, herself.

Placing her ungloved hand upon the woman's face, she began to absorb her essence. Slowly memories flowed into her mind. Visions of the light happy times that Belle had experienced in her life, flashed behind Rogue's emerald eyes.

Rogue's psyche began to weep silently as she watched Belladonna's face begin to pale. She could feel her soul lifting into her body and watched it hover in the dark depths of her mind. The Belle's soul drifted towards Rogue's chained body, her head hung limply across her chest while her arms flailed softly as if an outside force was pulling against her.

When she snapped her head up to stare at her, Rogue could see the dead eyes glaring at her. Accusing her, blaming her for the horrible fate that she now had to endure. In her eyes she could see herself, she saw herself exactly as Belle saw her. A monster.. Cruel heartless monster.

Rogue watched as Fate Striker gently placed Belladonna's body gently upon the arena floor. Her eyes were wide in shock, with streaks of terror planted on her face. Her mouth was slightly ajar, revealing her gleaming white teeth that seemed to reflect the light from the stadium.

Essex stood slowly and walked over to the podium accompanied by the small veiled girl. Raising his hand to demand silence, Essex began to speak.

" Game set match. Now to finalize the fight, I shall send out Psylocke."

Suddenly a curtain shifted behind him, revealing a tall lavender haired Asian. She had already extracted her signature psi-knife from her fisted hand.

Leaping down from her stand, she landed gracefully across from Rogue. Eyeing her carefully, a small smile appeared on the Asian Beauty's face.

" Nice to see you again eh, luv?"

Rogue (fate striker) shared her smile and lifted her bo staff in a defensive stance.

" Been t' long non?"

Psylocke shrugged and winked at her seductively. Lunging at her Psylocke began to simultaneously swing her blade at Rogue's head.

Laughing, Rogue dodged each attack and rammed the staff into Psylocke's stomach. Watching her fall to the ground, Rogue smirked.

" Come now Betsy.. This ain't no way t' treat an old friend."

Betsy pushed herself up quickly and flashed another smile.

" Hey what can I say, Got to do what I got to do.."

Rogue nodded agreeably and bowed.

Psylocke seemed pleased and turned to look back up to Essex.

" She is adequate."

Essex nodded and turned to face Master. Leaning down, he whispered lightly into Master's ear.

" She seems to have won the battle as planned Julius.."

" I am capable of sight so you do not need to inform me of something I already know Essex."

" Yes sir, Sorry sir."

Master brushed his apology aside with a simple wave of his hand.

" Well Essex, what do you want?"

" You must give us the verdict.."

" Verdict? I would think it would be obvious Nathaniel."

" But it must be verified by you first."

" Rogue is the winner, I wouldn't think it would be so hard for you to figure."

" But sir.."

" Enough Essex.. Announce the verdict."

Essex sighed deeply and turned his attention away from Julius.

Grabbing the girl by her arm, he pulled her towards him. Leaning down he whispered the verdict into her ear.

The girl nodded slightly and walked over to the podium. Lifting her chin higher so she could elevate her voice, she began to announce the decision.

" THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT IS ROGUE STAR OF THE T.M.A. MERCENARY OBJECTIVE."

The roar of the audience filled the stadium, almost making the walls shudder from the sheer intensity. The girl waited until they calmed before she spoke again.

" IN THE NEXT ROUND, WE SHALL ALLOW THE WINNERS OF THE SECOND ROUND FIGHTS PARTNER UP FROM THE WINNERS OF THE FIRST ROUND."

The audience began to chant once more with excitement. The emerald eyed girl raised her hands deliberately, her eyes flared wildly with annoyance.

" QUIET!" she shouted.

Her shrill voice lifted through the room, causing for people to shrink back. Immediately, the room became silenced.

" AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I WAS SO RUDELY INTERRUPTED. THERE WILL BE PARTNERS IN THE NEXT ROUNDS. YET UNTIL THEN, THE FINAL CONTESTANTS SHALL BE TESTED."

A respectable amount of cheering sounded before it was immediately silenced by the girl's glaring eyes.

" THE NEXT FIGHT SHALL BE AGAINST THE WOLVERINE AND CADMUS BOLIVAR. IT SHALL TAKE PLACE TOMORROW EVENING, SO UNTIL THEN, WE OF THE T.M.A. AGENCY SHALL ALLOW FOR ALL THE FIGHTERS AND GUESTS BE ALLOWED TO ROAM FREELY. THEY ARE NOW ALLOWED TO COMMUNE WITH OUTSIDERS BUT ARE PROHIBITED FROM LEAVING THE PREMISES UNLESS THEY WISH TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF IMMEDIATE DEATH."

With this, the girl stepped down from the stand and walked back next to Essex. Essex signaled for the doors at the bottom of the stadium wall to open, allowing for Rogue to leave the arena.

Rogue walked out passively, her right hand placed on her hip and her other hand flipping a dagger. It was just as well, she would have to give up the body back to Rogue soon. Even though, it was fun while it lasted.

Oh yeah, sorry for the long wait. I had troubles with the internet. Soooo I am now going to go make the next chappy quickly now. See ya!

Review for me please. PLEASE!! *grovels pathetically*

~RoguesHeart~