Authors note: Me again! Thanks for the reviews. Just so you know,
Mystique doesn't know that Rogue broke up with Bobby :p As for the person
who said about my number of reviews, I've seen stories that I thought were
crap that have thousands :) Also, sorry for the late update. I've been
ill twice since I did part 1! Anyway, I'll get on with the story. small
talk isn't really my thing.
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"How long have we been in here?"
"Lil' over an hour. Whats wrong, cherie, Gambit borin' ya?"
"No, no. Ah just wanna get out of here."
"Y' scared of the dark?" He pulled out a card from his coat and charged it. The energy from it cast an eerie glow over the inside of the truck. Smiling, Rogue stood up and walked to the doors. Gambit still sat watching her, holding up the card to give her some light.
Frowning, Rogue tried pushing the door open. It barely moved. A little frustrated, she tried again, only harder. Still, it didn't budge. Now angry, she stood back and let out a small roar of effort as she kicked the door. It only rattled a little, but still stayed in place. She was about to try again before Gambit placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her backwards.
"Calm down, chere," the soothing Cajun voice sounded in her ear. Still a little put out, Rogue wrenched free of his grasp and stormed to the other end of the truck. With all her strength, she banged her fists against the window to the driver's seat, but that too did not move. Stamping her foot in frustration, she turned to Gambit.
"Can't you blow the door open?"
"I could," he said with a little sarcasm. "But I doubt we'd survive." Then he nodded towards an oxygen tank by the entrance. Raising her eyes to heaven, Rogue leaned back against the wall and slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor. Sighing, she folded her arms and bowed her head. Gambit sat down beside her.
"I ain't dat bad company, am I?" he asked playfully. She didn't answer, only exhaled and looked around. Then she turned to look at him and smiled.
"Guess not."
He grinned at her, then looked around as they both heard footsteps and voices outside. Rogue started to rise, but Gambit pulled her down and placed a hand across her mouth. They both listened to the man and woman outside.
"Man, that break-in really got us."
"Yeah, lucky they only got away with the preliminary formula. We can easily draft another."
"Well, I guess we've gotta go explain to the big bosses. I'll also get some more equipment. This truck is empty, right?"
"Should be. Gimme a bell when you get back."
"Will do."
Rogue continued to listen as the driver got into their truck and started it up. Her eyes widened when the truck began to reverse. She glanced up and saw that Gambit was also looking around, only he was obviously not as worried. He looked down at her and gave her a little smile, removing his hand from her mouth.
"Looks like we going on a lil' trip, chere," he said quietly. The rattle of the old truck was enough to keep the driver from hearing him. Rogue could only groan. Where were the X-Men? Why hadn't they noticed she was missing? Where was she going, imprisoned in the back of a lorry with one of Magneto's guys?
Realising that she couldn't do anything for the time being, she sat back and let out a deep sigh. Then she felt a hand lightly patting her shoulder. Looking up again, she saw that friendly Cajun smile. Her current situation could be worse. A lot worse.
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"Chere?"
Rogue stirred slightly, and ignored whatever sound she had heard. Then it came again, only louder and accompanied with a jolt. Still she ignored it, a few more minutes of sleep could make all the difference. Then there were no kind words, she only felt her head connect with cold wood. Whatever she had been sleeping on didn't want a companion anymore. She felt two hands wrap around her arms and haul her up. Still drowsy, she dragged her eyes open and saw Gambit. He was the one holding her up, and also what she'd been sleeping on. He looked amused.
"You always dis hard to wake up?"
"I was asleep?"
"For most of de night. An' a little of the mornin'."
She groaned again and wiped her eyes. Then she noticed that the truck was not in motion, which must've meant that they'd stopped.
"Where are we?"
"Don' know yet," Gambit replied, standing near the door. "But wherever we are, we bein' unloaded pretty soon. And I don' tink dey be appreciatin' stowaways."
He was right, they probably weren't. That company seemed to be pretty large, which meant money, and that meant security.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Y' know how ta fight, don't ya cherie?" Rogue looked a little insulted. "'Course you do. When dese guys unload, we make a break for it."
Before she had time to agree, the two mutants heard the bolt on the door being thrown. They both moved forward, ready for the doors to open. Rogue noticed her gloves on the floor, but disregarded them. The doors opened and sunlight came streaming in, blinding them for a short while. As soon as they'd both regained focus, Rogue and Gambit kicked the men out of the way and started running towards a chain-link fence on the other side of the lot.
However, the employees of the chemical plant were not going to give them an easy time. Several moved to block Rogue's way, and when she realised she couldn't dodge, she jumped and kicked one in the chest. She quickly ducked a punch from one, grabbed his arm and kicked another behind her, swinging the one whose arm she was holding into him. Then she continued running.
To the left of her, Gambit was easily handling five or six men and looked to be enjoying himself. When he saw Rogue, though, he realised that they had an agenda. He pushed a few of the men out of his way and ran to catch up with her. Pulling a card out his pocket and charging it, he threw the object at the fence a few feet away from Rogue. It exploded, and she escaped through the hole. Gambit followed her, throwing another charged card behind him to make sure they weren't closely followed.
When he caught up with Rogue around the corner, they were on a deserted road and she was staring up at a sign in horror.
"Problem?" he asked.
It took a few moments before she answered him.
"We're outside Chicago."
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Another Authors Note: I'm English, so I know nothing about American Geography. If Washington DC to Chicago in one night seems impossible, please forgive me!
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"How long have we been in here?"
"Lil' over an hour. Whats wrong, cherie, Gambit borin' ya?"
"No, no. Ah just wanna get out of here."
"Y' scared of the dark?" He pulled out a card from his coat and charged it. The energy from it cast an eerie glow over the inside of the truck. Smiling, Rogue stood up and walked to the doors. Gambit still sat watching her, holding up the card to give her some light.
Frowning, Rogue tried pushing the door open. It barely moved. A little frustrated, she tried again, only harder. Still, it didn't budge. Now angry, she stood back and let out a small roar of effort as she kicked the door. It only rattled a little, but still stayed in place. She was about to try again before Gambit placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her backwards.
"Calm down, chere," the soothing Cajun voice sounded in her ear. Still a little put out, Rogue wrenched free of his grasp and stormed to the other end of the truck. With all her strength, she banged her fists against the window to the driver's seat, but that too did not move. Stamping her foot in frustration, she turned to Gambit.
"Can't you blow the door open?"
"I could," he said with a little sarcasm. "But I doubt we'd survive." Then he nodded towards an oxygen tank by the entrance. Raising her eyes to heaven, Rogue leaned back against the wall and slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor. Sighing, she folded her arms and bowed her head. Gambit sat down beside her.
"I ain't dat bad company, am I?" he asked playfully. She didn't answer, only exhaled and looked around. Then she turned to look at him and smiled.
"Guess not."
He grinned at her, then looked around as they both heard footsteps and voices outside. Rogue started to rise, but Gambit pulled her down and placed a hand across her mouth. They both listened to the man and woman outside.
"Man, that break-in really got us."
"Yeah, lucky they only got away with the preliminary formula. We can easily draft another."
"Well, I guess we've gotta go explain to the big bosses. I'll also get some more equipment. This truck is empty, right?"
"Should be. Gimme a bell when you get back."
"Will do."
Rogue continued to listen as the driver got into their truck and started it up. Her eyes widened when the truck began to reverse. She glanced up and saw that Gambit was also looking around, only he was obviously not as worried. He looked down at her and gave her a little smile, removing his hand from her mouth.
"Looks like we going on a lil' trip, chere," he said quietly. The rattle of the old truck was enough to keep the driver from hearing him. Rogue could only groan. Where were the X-Men? Why hadn't they noticed she was missing? Where was she going, imprisoned in the back of a lorry with one of Magneto's guys?
Realising that she couldn't do anything for the time being, she sat back and let out a deep sigh. Then she felt a hand lightly patting her shoulder. Looking up again, she saw that friendly Cajun smile. Her current situation could be worse. A lot worse.
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"Chere?"
Rogue stirred slightly, and ignored whatever sound she had heard. Then it came again, only louder and accompanied with a jolt. Still she ignored it, a few more minutes of sleep could make all the difference. Then there were no kind words, she only felt her head connect with cold wood. Whatever she had been sleeping on didn't want a companion anymore. She felt two hands wrap around her arms and haul her up. Still drowsy, she dragged her eyes open and saw Gambit. He was the one holding her up, and also what she'd been sleeping on. He looked amused.
"You always dis hard to wake up?"
"I was asleep?"
"For most of de night. An' a little of the mornin'."
She groaned again and wiped her eyes. Then she noticed that the truck was not in motion, which must've meant that they'd stopped.
"Where are we?"
"Don' know yet," Gambit replied, standing near the door. "But wherever we are, we bein' unloaded pretty soon. And I don' tink dey be appreciatin' stowaways."
He was right, they probably weren't. That company seemed to be pretty large, which meant money, and that meant security.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Y' know how ta fight, don't ya cherie?" Rogue looked a little insulted. "'Course you do. When dese guys unload, we make a break for it."
Before she had time to agree, the two mutants heard the bolt on the door being thrown. They both moved forward, ready for the doors to open. Rogue noticed her gloves on the floor, but disregarded them. The doors opened and sunlight came streaming in, blinding them for a short while. As soon as they'd both regained focus, Rogue and Gambit kicked the men out of the way and started running towards a chain-link fence on the other side of the lot.
However, the employees of the chemical plant were not going to give them an easy time. Several moved to block Rogue's way, and when she realised she couldn't dodge, she jumped and kicked one in the chest. She quickly ducked a punch from one, grabbed his arm and kicked another behind her, swinging the one whose arm she was holding into him. Then she continued running.
To the left of her, Gambit was easily handling five or six men and looked to be enjoying himself. When he saw Rogue, though, he realised that they had an agenda. He pushed a few of the men out of his way and ran to catch up with her. Pulling a card out his pocket and charging it, he threw the object at the fence a few feet away from Rogue. It exploded, and she escaped through the hole. Gambit followed her, throwing another charged card behind him to make sure they weren't closely followed.
When he caught up with Rogue around the corner, they were on a deserted road and she was staring up at a sign in horror.
"Problem?" he asked.
It took a few moments before she answered him.
"We're outside Chicago."
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Another Authors Note: I'm English, so I know nothing about American Geography. If Washington DC to Chicago in one night seems impossible, please forgive me!