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Cloud of Blood: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you people! All of you!
Yumiko: yeah, I got kind of tired with Rogue being all "no touchy!" I mean, I don't want her to be a slut, so I suppose I might have to tone down a bit, but I want her to be like all "Oh, look at me, I'm sexy, you can look but don't you touch!" type of girl. That is how I'm going to try and portray her. And the kiss, I just watched Dark Horizon's I on Saturday on the WB and got the idea from there! I thought it would be refreshing if she whooped somebody once in a while. ^_^ Thanks! Love ya!
ZIEL1: Thank you for reviewing. Yes, she does have Miss Marvels powers! I'm going to get to that in this chapter! Do you know which episode that is from? The only reason I know about it at all is through other fanfiction's I've read. Do you, or anybody for that matter, no where that particular idea came from? I would love to know! Thanks. Love ya! ^_^
Mercury Dream: Thank you for putting me on your faves list! Hm, I don't think I've heard of the story "Wandering Souls" (it is a story, right? Or is that the name of the author?) But, if it seems like it, I'm super sorry, especially to the author! I didn't realize mine seemed so much like theirs! I'll look it up, though, and see if I have read it or not. If I have, I'll definitely make some adjustments to it. It could just be that I have read it, and forgot, but the story line stuck in my warped head and changed around to suite my tastes. I'm not really sure. But thank you for alerting me. I soooooooo wouldn't want to copy anybody's work! And thank you for agreeing with me that sometimes Remy can be an ass. I'm getting a little tired of author's just having Rogue fall into his arms, so I'm planning on giving him a little. how shall we say? Attitude adjustments along the way. Heh heh heh So, anyway, thank you for reviewing and alerting me! Love ya!
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eeekkkkk! oh dear! I just checked to see if I have read "Wandering Souls"! Apparently, I have, since I reviewed. I am so sorry! I really didn't mean to mooch off your idea! Please don't think I'm a thief or anything! As time goes by, most similarity will disappear! I am so sorry Callian! Please accept my most humble apologies! If you want, you can chew me out. I'm sure I deserve it. I had no intention whatsoever of borrowing, I suppose you would say, off your ideas! Please forgive me!
Oh, yeah, read this! Since I didn't get all that positive a reaction from fans about Mercedes, I've decided to take her out of the story! Just forget she was ever there! Instead, Tabitha or "Boom Boom" will replace her. Hey, both she and Pyro are friggin' nuts, it works! Love ya! All of ya!
Chapter Two
The room was completely dark except for two, large surgical lights. In the center of the room, two gurney's were placed side by side. Several people surrounded both beds, along with a great, mechanical claw.
Upon the bed's lay two girls, one a brunette with white streaks, the other a blond. Both were very powerful mutants. The blond, however, was unconscious, and the brunette barely knew where she was.
"Begin the experiment," a low, masculine voice said from above.
Experiment? What was going on?
The mechanical claw whirled into motion, taking hold of the brunette's slim wrist. The strength of its grip alone was enough to send sparks of pain and apprehension through the poor girl, who was now fully awake.
Her green eyes widened in horror as they brought her bare hand closer and closer to the blond laying on the other bed. No! She couldn't touch her!
The girl screamed and fought, tears streaming down her face as her hand got nearer to her fellow mutant. But it was no use. The claw was just too strong.
When her hand came into contact with the blond, she yelled like an animal in pain, a pitiful sound. The blond's body jerked and shook as her power, her lie force, flowed into the brunette.
Rogue cried out, shooting up in bed, shaking and trembling in fear. She rose a quivering hand to her forehead, rubbing away the sweat that beaded there. She felt clammy and nauseated, her thoughts chasing each other around in her head.
How she hated that memory! Nearly two months had passed since the actual incident had occurred, but they were still as vivid as ever. It had been merely one month since she had escaped the base Trask had kept her in. For four whole months, he had kept her there, and several other mutants, torturing them cruelly. Her sister, Amalie, who had been fortunate enough to avoid being caught, had saved her. But it was too late to save Carol Danvers.
Carol Danvers was a pretty blond mutant who had been caught four days after Rogue. She could fly, had super strength, and was near invincible. Near, but not completely.
When Trask had found out what Rogue's powers were, he decided to "experiment" with them. He forced Rogue to completely drain Carol. She could still remember the horror when Carol had first spoken to her.
Yah, well it isn't that much fun for me either! Carol sneered, having also been woken up by Rogue's dreams.
Ah'm sorry, Carol! Ya know it ain' my fault! Rogue responded pitifully.
Murderer!
Rogue whimpered and drew up her knees, trying to block out Carol's constant torment. It was three a.m., she should be asleep. After the fight with the X-Men the previous day, both she and
Amalie were exhausted. They had gotten to Magneto's base, said hello, and promptly fell asleep. After all, they started school the next day. Well, today, really.
Sleep. She needed sleep.
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A buzzing sound woke Rogue from her semi-peaceful slumber. Groaning, her hand shot out to silence the offending noise.
Crack!
"Mother f#*^!"
Rogue yelped as her hand stung from hitting her alarm and breaking it. She cursed foully as she nursed her wounded hand, giving the now-dead alarm clock her best glare. The sound of giggling alerted her to the fact that she was not alone.
"Amalie!" Rogue growled, trying to get out of her bed. Unfortunately, because of her dreams, she had ended up twisted and bunched up her sheets around her, and ended tumbling out of bed in a heap, landing with a thump.
The giggles turned into full blown laughter as her sister phased through the large, black hole in the wall, thanks to her powers. She was all ready dressed in her normal attire, though instead of the sandals she wore the previous day, she now wore boots similar to Rogue's that went to mid-calf and had thick heels. Her violet eyes were bright and alert. Obviously she got enough sleep.
"Why sista!" Amalie giggled, "Ah do bahlieve Ah'm gonna have ta teach ya how ta get outa bed in the mornin'! Ya aren't supposed ta fall out, sugah!"
Glaring at her sister, Rogue managed to somehow make her way out of her covers. Amalie glided gracefully over to her sister's rumpled bed and sat down. She looked around at the messy covers, and a sad look came into her eyes.
"Ya had the dream again?"
With a curt nod, Rogue stalked over to her suitcase which was still unpacked, "Yeah, Ah did. Leave it alone."
Amalie sighed, "Rogue, when will ya talk ta me?"
"Nevah. Ya don't need ta know the horrors of that place."
"Ah'm ya sista, Rogue, Ah deserve ta know," Amalie said stubbornly, as Rogue laced up the tight, sleeveless green corset/shirt and pulled on her leather pants.
"No, Ami, ya don't. An' Ah said, leave it! Ah don' wanna talk about it!"
Crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, Amalie lifted her chin with a challenge, "Ya gonna tell me or I won' leave!"
Rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, Rogue walked to stand in front of her sister, "Listen ta me, Ami. Ah don't care if ya stay or leave. But Ah ain't gonna tell ya what happened. One person havin' nightmahre's is enough." With that said, she turned right around and walked out of the door and down the hall.
Amalie stared sadly after her sister before joining her.
When Rogue made it downstairs, she nearly choked in surprise. It was a mess! Food was everywhere, there were piles of dirty dishes and things she didn't really want to know about, and the boys, meaning Fred, Todd, Pietro, and Lance, were all sitting around in there pajama's. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"I agree. My brother and his friends are disgusting," Wanda said as she walked up behind Rogue, looking at the scene in distaste.
Pushing a white bang behind her ear, Rogue looked at Wanda questioningly, "Don' we have school?"
"Yeah, don't worry. They'll be ready in time. They always are, 'specially Pietro."
"Good morning, ladies," the aforementioned Pietro said, all suave and charm for their two new team members, since Amalie was now standing behind Wanda and Rogue.
"Duh, yeah! Good mornin'!" Fred said in that booming voice of his.
"Good mornin', sugah. An' how did ya sleep?" Amalie asked, forever the flirt. Her violet eyes twinkled in mischief when Fred blushed and began to stammer.
Lord, you two are sluts, Carol said, purposefully trying to provoke Rogue. It worked.
Carol! Will ya just shut up? Ah'm tempted ta just kill mahself with all that yabberin' ya been doin'. Then where would we be? Rogue snapped, meaning everything she said.
You wouldn't kill yourself, Carol said, although she sounded unsure.
Trah me.
Thankfully, Carol decided now would be a good time to shut up. Rogue smiled triumphantly, then gasped when she heard slightly maniacal laughter from behind her. She whirled around, expecting a fight.
Behind her stood St. John, or Pyro, as he liked to be called, one of Magneto's main henchmen Rogue and Amalie met last night. She vaguely remembered that Wanda had told her he was just a little bit psycho and would pop up just about anywhere.
"Good mornin', mates! Well, these pretty sheilas are quite a nice sight, doncha think?" Pyro asked in his heavy Australian accent, putting his arms around both Amalie and Rogue. Fortunately for him, Rogue was wearing her leather trench coat, or he would be toast (no pun intended).
Amalie giggled, and rubbed her finger along his chin, a trademark of Darkholme women. She smiled brightly, "Well, good mornin', dahlin'. What ah pleasant su'prise."
Pyro grinned crazily, and yet enigmatically, like he was only playin' the fool, not actually one. Interesting.
Wanda rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Pyro, if Boom Boom saw you acting this way, she'd flip a gear, not like she has that many anyway."
Turning to her with questioning eyes, Rogue tilted her head, "Boom Boom?"
"Pyro's going out with an X-Man named Tabitha. She can create bomb-like thingies , and make things explode. She's about as crazy as he is," Lance answered absently for Wanda.
"Just how many of ya are goin' out with X-Men?" Rogue asked as she walked over to the refrigerator to get some orange juice.
"What do you mean?" Wanda asked, suddenly nervous.
With a lilting laugh, Amalie shook her head, "Oh, sugah, it's obvious ya like that dark skinned boy, Evan, was it? An' what about ya, Lance? Ah saw ya lookin' at that cute little brunette," she teased. Both Wanda and Lance blushed, and busied themselves with something.
Pietro rolled his eyes in disgust, "Oh, please! Don't mention Daniels' name in here! I can't believe my own sister is going out with that X-Geek!"
Suddenly, Pietro's plate glowed blue and started to circle his head, thanks to Wanda, who was glaring severely at her brother, "Say again?"
"Uh, sorry! Real sorry!" Pietro said nervously, eyeing the flying plate. He breathed a sigh of relief when Wanda set it back on the table. "Gotta get dressed!" And then he was just a blur.
Toad, Fred, and Lance soon followed, which left Rogue, Wanda, Amalie, and Pyro in the room. All sat down and began to eat quietly, which was astonishing, considering it was Pyro in the room. Wanda eyed him suspiciously.
"What! Blimey, girl, take a picture!" Pyro exclaimed irritably, glaring back at her.
"What are you going to do?" Wanda asked finally, still looking wary.
Pyro took on a look of total innocence, "Who? Me?"
Standing up slowly to clear her plate, Wanda watched Pyro from the corner of her eye, still not convinced he wasn't going to set the room on fire or anything. That would not make her father happy.
"How are we gonna get ta school?" Amalie asked as she chewed on her blueberry muffin.
"Lance has got a car, which Pietro, Fred, and Toad usually ride in. I wouldn't drive with Pyro if my life depended on it. Which means we either walk or-"
"-or you use Rogue and Amalie's new present," said a husky female voice from the doorway.
They all looked up to see Mystique holding the keys to a car. Amalie and Rogue's eyes widened considerably as they looked at her in disbelief. Nodding to the window, Mystique smiled in that benign way, like she had some sort of motive, which, in all likelihood, she did. Amalie squealed and ran to the window, followed closely by Rogue and Wanda.
Outside, right beside Lance's green Jeep, was a sleek, black Mercedes Benz . All three of the girls' jaws dropped to the floor as they practically drooled over the car.
"Ah am so drivin' that thing!" Amalie said, recovering first.
"Lahke Hell ya are! Ah'm stronger than ya, an' faster!" Rogue said as both girls zoomed towards their adoptive mother.
Mystique's yellow eyes widened in horror as the two raced to get to the keys first, and barely had time to move out of the way as the flew past her. When they realized they had missed, both still floating in the air, they made to come back. Mystique stopped that with a hand in the air.
"Girls, no fighting. At the moment, the car is Rogue's. We, meaning Magneto and I, figured you would only need one car to get to school today. Amalie, your car is still in the garage. Its silver."
While Rogue gloated, Amalie pouted, saying, "No fair! Ah want ta be the one ta drahve!"
"Kiss ass, babe! It's all mahne!" Rogue cackled, holding the precious car keys to her chest with a dreamy look in her eyes. "A car, an' its all mahne!"
Amalie promptly began to bicker with Rogue about who would drive, which ended up with both girls wrestling for the keys. Mystique, Wanda, and Pyro looked at them in stupefied shock. And they were supposed to be how old?
Pyro shook his head, "And ya'll were worried about my driving."
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Remy groaned and rolled over in bed as his alarm clock went off, which just made his splitting headache even worse.
"D'at chere throws a mean punch," Remy groaned, rubbing his aching head. Both he and Piotr, who had also been touched by the emerald eyed vixen, felt like they were suffering from hideous hangovers.
"Ja, think they could have been more kind," Piotr groaned, and Remy (who, by the way, was his roommate) looked at him in astonishment. Piotr was a man of little words, and he had said more in the past two days than he had in the past three months.
Suddenly, a poof! was heard, and there was a slightly sulfuric smell in the air, announcing Kurt's arrival. The blue, fuzzy boy was smiling impishly.
"Guten Morgen, mein Freundin! Time to vake up und vace a new day!" Kurt said joyfully, his German accent thick, knowing full well that they felt like crap.
"Shut up, blue boy! Or Remy have ta beat de livin' dayligh's outa ya!" Remy muttered, throwing a pillow at him.
Kurt laughed and caught the pillow, "Jammer nicht, I'm sure it vasn't so bad."
Piotr, who was now up and dressed, glared at Kurt, "You didn't get touched."
Looking thoughtful, Kurt nodded, "Nein, I vasn't. Oh, vell. Sucks to be you."
Before Remy or Piotr could attack him, he had all ready popped out of the room, still laughing. Sighing, Remy got up, knowing that there was no way he could get back to sleep. Remy, still in his pajamas, which consisted of baggy black sweats , he made his way to the restroom at the end of the hall. Of course, he had to mooch it up when some of the younger, newer female students giggled and blushed as he walked past them. He always was a ladies man.
Not paying attention, Remy almost ran right into Kitty as she phased out of her room, brushing her hair. Fortunately, she was prepared, and just phased right through him, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Good mornin' to ya, too, petite!" Remy called sarcastically, his red-on- black eyes rolling when she waved absently to him. Shaking his head, he all but pushed his way through the new students to get to the bathroom. He would never understand women.
Speaking of women, his mind went back to the sexy brunette he fought yesterday while he brushed his teeth. Ever since he had fought Rogue, it had been hard to get her out of his mind. When she kissed him, it felt as if she was taking a part of his soul, which, considering her mutation, probably was the case. Never before had he felt such raw power, even when he was fighting with Magneto. The Professor had told them all last night that she could possibly be the strongest mutant ever, even more so than Magneto. Remy didn't doubt that.
But not only was he fascinated by her powers, he was enthralled with the girl as well. Normally he didn't like girls who wore heavy makeup, especially goths. But he sensed that behind all that make-up and bad ass behavior, she was really just a vulnerable girl. He was going to have fun breaking her barriers. Remy never backed down from a challenge, and Rogue had challenge written all over her.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face as he made his way back to his room, one that would knock any woman off her feet. Yes, Rogue would be quite a welcoming challenge.
He got dressed quickly in his usual dark jeans, tight black shirt, and tan trench coat, with combat boots. He cut quite the figure, one that made practically every woman swoon.
"Why are you smiling?" Piotr asked as his friend got to the bottom of the stairs where he waited, an eyebrow raised with mistrust.
"Mus' Remy have a reaso' ta smile?" Remy asked, the grin still in place as they made their way to the garage where Remy's motorcycle was.
Looking at him with that 'you're up to something no good' look. Giving him the most innocent grin he could muster, Remy got on his bike, while Piotr got onto his own
They roared up their bike's and, after Scott in his red car and Jean in the Hummer pulled out, screeched out of the garage and followed the entourage to Bayville High.
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When the X-Men reached the school, it was five minutes until first bell. They slowly trudged their way to the door, their chins held high despite the jeers and taunts sent their way by those bigoted mutant-haters. Remy growled and adjusted his sunglasses, wishing he could just beat one of the little bugger's up, but knew the Professor wouldn't allow it.
Then, the whispering and jeering stopped, and all became silent. The X-Men all stopped at the top of the steps to the school, wondering if one of their comrades had done something. None had.
No, what the students were looking at was the black Mercedes Benz that had just parked in the parking lot.
Remy sucked in a breath as he saw who was in the driver seat. It was Rogue, and without the trench coat on, her creamy shoulders exposed to daylight, she looked like some sort of dark, mysterious goddess. He watched as her long, shapely legs swung out of the car.
Well, this was pleasing. If the Mohammed could not go to the mountain, then the mountain would just have to go to Mohammed. Remy's day began to look better, much better.
Well, hoped ya'll liked! Again, I'm so sorry, Callian, but, as you see, mine really is different than yours! Really! And, remember, I got rid of Mercedes, and now Tabitha is here! I just don't want ya'll to get confused! Review! Love ^_^V Sparky
Prplpenguin56: I love you! Thank you soooooo much for reviewing! You're so sweet! Thanks! ^_^
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Duck3: Eep! I'm sorry about how I phrased the goth comment! Stupid me, he he! Thank you for correcting me! I hope I didn't insult you or any other "goth" (I got that right, right?) out there! I didn't mean to! And, again, I would love it if anonymous people could review, but when my friend signed on a few months ago, she said she didn't want any anonymous reviews. So I won't be able to get any until we figure out how to fix the error. Thank you so much for reviewing! Love ya!
Cloud of Blood: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you people! All of you!
Yumiko: yeah, I got kind of tired with Rogue being all "no touchy!" I mean, I don't want her to be a slut, so I suppose I might have to tone down a bit, but I want her to be like all "Oh, look at me, I'm sexy, you can look but don't you touch!" type of girl. That is how I'm going to try and portray her. And the kiss, I just watched Dark Horizon's I on Saturday on the WB and got the idea from there! I thought it would be refreshing if she whooped somebody once in a while. ^_^ Thanks! Love ya!
ZIEL1: Thank you for reviewing. Yes, she does have Miss Marvels powers! I'm going to get to that in this chapter! Do you know which episode that is from? The only reason I know about it at all is through other fanfiction's I've read. Do you, or anybody for that matter, no where that particular idea came from? I would love to know! Thanks. Love ya! ^_^
Mercury Dream: Thank you for putting me on your faves list! Hm, I don't think I've heard of the story "Wandering Souls" (it is a story, right? Or is that the name of the author?) But, if it seems like it, I'm super sorry, especially to the author! I didn't realize mine seemed so much like theirs! I'll look it up, though, and see if I have read it or not. If I have, I'll definitely make some adjustments to it. It could just be that I have read it, and forgot, but the story line stuck in my warped head and changed around to suite my tastes. I'm not really sure. But thank you for alerting me. I soooooooo wouldn't want to copy anybody's work! And thank you for agreeing with me that sometimes Remy can be an ass. I'm getting a little tired of author's just having Rogue fall into his arms, so I'm planning on giving him a little. how shall we say? Attitude adjustments along the way. Heh heh heh So, anyway, thank you for reviewing and alerting me! Love ya!
Blink182dbzluver: thank you for the compliment! I hope you like this next update! ^_^
ishandahalf: thank you, too! You're kinda weird, but hey? Aren't we all? I like weird people, since I am one. ^_^V Live in peace, dude!
eeekkkkk! oh dear! I just checked to see if I have read "Wandering Souls"! Apparently, I have, since I reviewed. I am so sorry! I really didn't mean to mooch off your idea! Please don't think I'm a thief or anything! As time goes by, most similarity will disappear! I am so sorry Callian! Please accept my most humble apologies! If you want, you can chew me out. I'm sure I deserve it. I had no intention whatsoever of borrowing, I suppose you would say, off your ideas! Please forgive me!
Oh, yeah, read this! Since I didn't get all that positive a reaction from fans about Mercedes, I've decided to take her out of the story! Just forget she was ever there! Instead, Tabitha or "Boom Boom" will replace her. Hey, both she and Pyro are friggin' nuts, it works! Love ya! All of ya!
Chapter Two
The room was completely dark except for two, large surgical lights. In the center of the room, two gurney's were placed side by side. Several people surrounded both beds, along with a great, mechanical claw.
Upon the bed's lay two girls, one a brunette with white streaks, the other a blond. Both were very powerful mutants. The blond, however, was unconscious, and the brunette barely knew where she was.
"Begin the experiment," a low, masculine voice said from above.
Experiment? What was going on?
The mechanical claw whirled into motion, taking hold of the brunette's slim wrist. The strength of its grip alone was enough to send sparks of pain and apprehension through the poor girl, who was now fully awake.
Her green eyes widened in horror as they brought her bare hand closer and closer to the blond laying on the other bed. No! She couldn't touch her!
The girl screamed and fought, tears streaming down her face as her hand got nearer to her fellow mutant. But it was no use. The claw was just too strong.
When her hand came into contact with the blond, she yelled like an animal in pain, a pitiful sound. The blond's body jerked and shook as her power, her lie force, flowed into the brunette.
Rogue cried out, shooting up in bed, shaking and trembling in fear. She rose a quivering hand to her forehead, rubbing away the sweat that beaded there. She felt clammy and nauseated, her thoughts chasing each other around in her head.
How she hated that memory! Nearly two months had passed since the actual incident had occurred, but they were still as vivid as ever. It had been merely one month since she had escaped the base Trask had kept her in. For four whole months, he had kept her there, and several other mutants, torturing them cruelly. Her sister, Amalie, who had been fortunate enough to avoid being caught, had saved her. But it was too late to save Carol Danvers.
Carol Danvers was a pretty blond mutant who had been caught four days after Rogue. She could fly, had super strength, and was near invincible. Near, but not completely.
When Trask had found out what Rogue's powers were, he decided to "experiment" with them. He forced Rogue to completely drain Carol. She could still remember the horror when Carol had first spoken to her.
Yah, well it isn't that much fun for me either! Carol sneered, having also been woken up by Rogue's dreams.
Ah'm sorry, Carol! Ya know it ain' my fault! Rogue responded pitifully.
Murderer!
Rogue whimpered and drew up her knees, trying to block out Carol's constant torment. It was three a.m., she should be asleep. After the fight with the X-Men the previous day, both she and
Amalie were exhausted. They had gotten to Magneto's base, said hello, and promptly fell asleep. After all, they started school the next day. Well, today, really.
Sleep. She needed sleep.
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A buzzing sound woke Rogue from her semi-peaceful slumber. Groaning, her hand shot out to silence the offending noise.
Crack!
"Mother f#*^!"
Rogue yelped as her hand stung from hitting her alarm and breaking it. She cursed foully as she nursed her wounded hand, giving the now-dead alarm clock her best glare. The sound of giggling alerted her to the fact that she was not alone.
"Amalie!" Rogue growled, trying to get out of her bed. Unfortunately, because of her dreams, she had ended up twisted and bunched up her sheets around her, and ended tumbling out of bed in a heap, landing with a thump.
The giggles turned into full blown laughter as her sister phased through the large, black hole in the wall, thanks to her powers. She was all ready dressed in her normal attire, though instead of the sandals she wore the previous day, she now wore boots similar to Rogue's that went to mid-calf and had thick heels. Her violet eyes were bright and alert. Obviously she got enough sleep.
"Why sista!" Amalie giggled, "Ah do bahlieve Ah'm gonna have ta teach ya how ta get outa bed in the mornin'! Ya aren't supposed ta fall out, sugah!"
Glaring at her sister, Rogue managed to somehow make her way out of her covers. Amalie glided gracefully over to her sister's rumpled bed and sat down. She looked around at the messy covers, and a sad look came into her eyes.
"Ya had the dream again?"
With a curt nod, Rogue stalked over to her suitcase which was still unpacked, "Yeah, Ah did. Leave it alone."
Amalie sighed, "Rogue, when will ya talk ta me?"
"Nevah. Ya don't need ta know the horrors of that place."
"Ah'm ya sista, Rogue, Ah deserve ta know," Amalie said stubbornly, as Rogue laced up the tight, sleeveless green corset/shirt and pulled on her leather pants.
"No, Ami, ya don't. An' Ah said, leave it! Ah don' wanna talk about it!"
Crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, Amalie lifted her chin with a challenge, "Ya gonna tell me or I won' leave!"
Rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, Rogue walked to stand in front of her sister, "Listen ta me, Ami. Ah don't care if ya stay or leave. But Ah ain't gonna tell ya what happened. One person havin' nightmahre's is enough." With that said, she turned right around and walked out of the door and down the hall.
Amalie stared sadly after her sister before joining her.
When Rogue made it downstairs, she nearly choked in surprise. It was a mess! Food was everywhere, there were piles of dirty dishes and things she didn't really want to know about, and the boys, meaning Fred, Todd, Pietro, and Lance, were all sitting around in there pajama's. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"I agree. My brother and his friends are disgusting," Wanda said as she walked up behind Rogue, looking at the scene in distaste.
Pushing a white bang behind her ear, Rogue looked at Wanda questioningly, "Don' we have school?"
"Yeah, don't worry. They'll be ready in time. They always are, 'specially Pietro."
"Good morning, ladies," the aforementioned Pietro said, all suave and charm for their two new team members, since Amalie was now standing behind Wanda and Rogue.
"Duh, yeah! Good mornin'!" Fred said in that booming voice of his.
"Good mornin', sugah. An' how did ya sleep?" Amalie asked, forever the flirt. Her violet eyes twinkled in mischief when Fred blushed and began to stammer.
Lord, you two are sluts, Carol said, purposefully trying to provoke Rogue. It worked.
Carol! Will ya just shut up? Ah'm tempted ta just kill mahself with all that yabberin' ya been doin'. Then where would we be? Rogue snapped, meaning everything she said.
You wouldn't kill yourself, Carol said, although she sounded unsure.
Trah me.
Thankfully, Carol decided now would be a good time to shut up. Rogue smiled triumphantly, then gasped when she heard slightly maniacal laughter from behind her. She whirled around, expecting a fight.
Behind her stood St. John, or Pyro, as he liked to be called, one of Magneto's main henchmen Rogue and Amalie met last night. She vaguely remembered that Wanda had told her he was just a little bit psycho and would pop up just about anywhere.
"Good mornin', mates! Well, these pretty sheilas are quite a nice sight, doncha think?" Pyro asked in his heavy Australian accent, putting his arms around both Amalie and Rogue. Fortunately for him, Rogue was wearing her leather trench coat, or he would be toast (no pun intended).
Amalie giggled, and rubbed her finger along his chin, a trademark of Darkholme women. She smiled brightly, "Well, good mornin', dahlin'. What ah pleasant su'prise."
Pyro grinned crazily, and yet enigmatically, like he was only playin' the fool, not actually one. Interesting.
Wanda rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Pyro, if Boom Boom saw you acting this way, she'd flip a gear, not like she has that many anyway."
Turning to her with questioning eyes, Rogue tilted her head, "Boom Boom?"
"Pyro's going out with an X-Man named Tabitha. She can create bomb-like thingies , and make things explode. She's about as crazy as he is," Lance answered absently for Wanda.
"Just how many of ya are goin' out with X-Men?" Rogue asked as she walked over to the refrigerator to get some orange juice.
"What do you mean?" Wanda asked, suddenly nervous.
With a lilting laugh, Amalie shook her head, "Oh, sugah, it's obvious ya like that dark skinned boy, Evan, was it? An' what about ya, Lance? Ah saw ya lookin' at that cute little brunette," she teased. Both Wanda and Lance blushed, and busied themselves with something.
Pietro rolled his eyes in disgust, "Oh, please! Don't mention Daniels' name in here! I can't believe my own sister is going out with that X-Geek!"
Suddenly, Pietro's plate glowed blue and started to circle his head, thanks to Wanda, who was glaring severely at her brother, "Say again?"
"Uh, sorry! Real sorry!" Pietro said nervously, eyeing the flying plate. He breathed a sigh of relief when Wanda set it back on the table. "Gotta get dressed!" And then he was just a blur.
Toad, Fred, and Lance soon followed, which left Rogue, Wanda, Amalie, and Pyro in the room. All sat down and began to eat quietly, which was astonishing, considering it was Pyro in the room. Wanda eyed him suspiciously.
"What! Blimey, girl, take a picture!" Pyro exclaimed irritably, glaring back at her.
"What are you going to do?" Wanda asked finally, still looking wary.
Pyro took on a look of total innocence, "Who? Me?"
Standing up slowly to clear her plate, Wanda watched Pyro from the corner of her eye, still not convinced he wasn't going to set the room on fire or anything. That would not make her father happy.
"How are we gonna get ta school?" Amalie asked as she chewed on her blueberry muffin.
"Lance has got a car, which Pietro, Fred, and Toad usually ride in. I wouldn't drive with Pyro if my life depended on it. Which means we either walk or-"
"-or you use Rogue and Amalie's new present," said a husky female voice from the doorway.
They all looked up to see Mystique holding the keys to a car. Amalie and Rogue's eyes widened considerably as they looked at her in disbelief. Nodding to the window, Mystique smiled in that benign way, like she had some sort of motive, which, in all likelihood, she did. Amalie squealed and ran to the window, followed closely by Rogue and Wanda.
Outside, right beside Lance's green Jeep, was a sleek, black Mercedes Benz . All three of the girls' jaws dropped to the floor as they practically drooled over the car.
"Ah am so drivin' that thing!" Amalie said, recovering first.
"Lahke Hell ya are! Ah'm stronger than ya, an' faster!" Rogue said as both girls zoomed towards their adoptive mother.
Mystique's yellow eyes widened in horror as the two raced to get to the keys first, and barely had time to move out of the way as the flew past her. When they realized they had missed, both still floating in the air, they made to come back. Mystique stopped that with a hand in the air.
"Girls, no fighting. At the moment, the car is Rogue's. We, meaning Magneto and I, figured you would only need one car to get to school today. Amalie, your car is still in the garage. Its silver."
While Rogue gloated, Amalie pouted, saying, "No fair! Ah want ta be the one ta drahve!"
"Kiss ass, babe! It's all mahne!" Rogue cackled, holding the precious car keys to her chest with a dreamy look in her eyes. "A car, an' its all mahne!"
Amalie promptly began to bicker with Rogue about who would drive, which ended up with both girls wrestling for the keys. Mystique, Wanda, and Pyro looked at them in stupefied shock. And they were supposed to be how old?
Pyro shook his head, "And ya'll were worried about my driving."
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Remy groaned and rolled over in bed as his alarm clock went off, which just made his splitting headache even worse.
"D'at chere throws a mean punch," Remy groaned, rubbing his aching head. Both he and Piotr, who had also been touched by the emerald eyed vixen, felt like they were suffering from hideous hangovers.
"Ja, think they could have been more kind," Piotr groaned, and Remy (who, by the way, was his roommate) looked at him in astonishment. Piotr was a man of little words, and he had said more in the past two days than he had in the past three months.
Suddenly, a poof! was heard, and there was a slightly sulfuric smell in the air, announcing Kurt's arrival. The blue, fuzzy boy was smiling impishly.
"Guten Morgen, mein Freundin! Time to vake up und vace a new day!" Kurt said joyfully, his German accent thick, knowing full well that they felt like crap.
"Shut up, blue boy! Or Remy have ta beat de livin' dayligh's outa ya!" Remy muttered, throwing a pillow at him.
Kurt laughed and caught the pillow, "Jammer nicht, I'm sure it vasn't so bad."
Piotr, who was now up and dressed, glared at Kurt, "You didn't get touched."
Looking thoughtful, Kurt nodded, "Nein, I vasn't. Oh, vell. Sucks to be you."
Before Remy or Piotr could attack him, he had all ready popped out of the room, still laughing. Sighing, Remy got up, knowing that there was no way he could get back to sleep. Remy, still in his pajamas, which consisted of baggy black sweats , he made his way to the restroom at the end of the hall. Of course, he had to mooch it up when some of the younger, newer female students giggled and blushed as he walked past them. He always was a ladies man.
Not paying attention, Remy almost ran right into Kitty as she phased out of her room, brushing her hair. Fortunately, she was prepared, and just phased right through him, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Good mornin' to ya, too, petite!" Remy called sarcastically, his red-on- black eyes rolling when she waved absently to him. Shaking his head, he all but pushed his way through the new students to get to the bathroom. He would never understand women.
Speaking of women, his mind went back to the sexy brunette he fought yesterday while he brushed his teeth. Ever since he had fought Rogue, it had been hard to get her out of his mind. When she kissed him, it felt as if she was taking a part of his soul, which, considering her mutation, probably was the case. Never before had he felt such raw power, even when he was fighting with Magneto. The Professor had told them all last night that she could possibly be the strongest mutant ever, even more so than Magneto. Remy didn't doubt that.
But not only was he fascinated by her powers, he was enthralled with the girl as well. Normally he didn't like girls who wore heavy makeup, especially goths. But he sensed that behind all that make-up and bad ass behavior, she was really just a vulnerable girl. He was going to have fun breaking her barriers. Remy never backed down from a challenge, and Rogue had challenge written all over her.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face as he made his way back to his room, one that would knock any woman off her feet. Yes, Rogue would be quite a welcoming challenge.
He got dressed quickly in his usual dark jeans, tight black shirt, and tan trench coat, with combat boots. He cut quite the figure, one that made practically every woman swoon.
"Why are you smiling?" Piotr asked as his friend got to the bottom of the stairs where he waited, an eyebrow raised with mistrust.
"Mus' Remy have a reaso' ta smile?" Remy asked, the grin still in place as they made their way to the garage where Remy's motorcycle was.
Looking at him with that 'you're up to something no good' look. Giving him the most innocent grin he could muster, Remy got on his bike, while Piotr got onto his own
They roared up their bike's and, after Scott in his red car and Jean in the Hummer pulled out, screeched out of the garage and followed the entourage to Bayville High.
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When the X-Men reached the school, it was five minutes until first bell. They slowly trudged their way to the door, their chins held high despite the jeers and taunts sent their way by those bigoted mutant-haters. Remy growled and adjusted his sunglasses, wishing he could just beat one of the little bugger's up, but knew the Professor wouldn't allow it.
Then, the whispering and jeering stopped, and all became silent. The X-Men all stopped at the top of the steps to the school, wondering if one of their comrades had done something. None had.
No, what the students were looking at was the black Mercedes Benz that had just parked in the parking lot.
Remy sucked in a breath as he saw who was in the driver seat. It was Rogue, and without the trench coat on, her creamy shoulders exposed to daylight, she looked like some sort of dark, mysterious goddess. He watched as her long, shapely legs swung out of the car.
Well, this was pleasing. If the Mohammed could not go to the mountain, then the mountain would just have to go to Mohammed. Remy's day began to look better, much better.
Well, hoped ya'll liked! Again, I'm so sorry, Callian, but, as you see, mine really is different than yours! Really! And, remember, I got rid of Mercedes, and now Tabitha is here! I just don't want ya'll to get confused! Review! Love ^_^V Sparky