SORRY SORRY SORRY! I'm so sorry about the long delay! I don't really believe in excuses, but needless to say, here are mine: one, I've been in Germany for the past month and a half, and two, my other friggin' computer broke down, and it had my chapter that I had prepared on it! There is no way that this story is being discontinued, if anybody worried about that! I've all ready got the sequel started and I absolutely have to finish this one, although it won't be for quite a while.
Anyway, here we go, ladies and gentlemen! My long awaited next chapter! (Well, hopefully it was long awaited... ).
Chapter Eight
Rogue sat on the roof of the Brotherhood's house for a long while, looking silently out at the stars. It was a Sunday night, and she was dreading having to go to school the next day. Facing the humans would be easy, facing the other mutants, specifically Xavier's students, would not be. Xavier had requested to look in her head once more, but Rogue had declined. Her memories were her own, and since she was fighting to keep the memories of a crap load of other mutants at bay, she didn't want to have to relive her horrible ones. Stick-up-his-ass Cyclops had not been to happy when she refused him.
But, then again, Scott Summers just didn't like her much anyway. So anything she had done or would do in the future wouldn't please him anyway. Ever since she had first absorbed Jean, he had been just a little bitchy with her.
A little? Rogue thought sarcastically, He's been down raght nasteh wit' meh. And she didn't blame him. She wasn't too pleased with herself at the moment either.
What had Trask made her do? She was certain now he had something to do with her going absolutely crazy and absorbing every mutant in the vicinity. Even the sainted Professor Xavier was not spared from her attack.
Something niggled at the back of her memory. Something that had happened shortly after she had absorbed Carol. But she couldn't quite remember what had happened.
Wasn't absorbing me enough for you? Now your trying to remember something else? Carol sneered, speaking to Rogue for the first time in a week.
Ah was wonderin' when ya were gonna raise ya ugleh head, Rogue responded, sighing in exasperation. An', fo' de lahst tahme, it wasn' mah fault!
Carol was silent for a moment, before she snarled, But the product is still the same! I'm stuck in a criminals head for the rest of your miserable life!
There was another moment of silence, then Rogue sighed mentally to let Carol know that she meant business. Please, Carol, Ah need ya ta help meh. Trask did somethin' ta meh, somethin' thaht made meh go crazeh. Do ya know what he did?
She thought Carol wouldn't answer, because she was silent for so long.
That was why I haven't been deigning you with my presence for so long. I've been going through your body, trying to-
You can do tha'!? Rogue asked in amazement.
Yes, and don't interrupt me, for I won't tell you again! Now, as I was saying, I was searching through your body, trying to find whatever was making you psychobitch, though, in my opinion, I thought that you had just finally snapped and decided to absorb everyone like you did me. Imagine my surprise when I got to the back of your neck, just at the bottom of your brain, and found a very alien thing in your body-
Alien as in UFO? Rogue interrupted again, partly just to make Carol angry, and partly out of worry and curiosity.
Carol growled at her, No, dipshit, as in something that is alien to a human beings body, such as a small computer chip attached to your cerebrum! It is of my opinion that Trask put that there when you were unconscious and set it to go off at some point in time and absorb any and every mutant you could! Of course, he would have the activate button and a fail-safe button. When I got too close to the device, it quite firmly got rid of me, another reason I did not talk to you.
Mah god, it can do thaht? Maybe it ain't so bad...
Rogue! Would you please pay attention! If Trask put that in you to get the powers of other mutants in your system, that means he obviously is expecting to collect them! Do you see what I mean!? Carol actually sounded worried.
The gothic mutant was silent for a moment, digesting it all in. Yo're raght, ya know. He's prob'bly gonna come callin' some day.
Again there was silence as both girls considered this fact. Neither one of them was filled with joy over the prospect of seeing Trask again.
Do ya know how he's gonna come an' get it? O' if he can use tha chip in mah brain to chanel o' whatevah?
If she could have, Carol would have shaken her head, No, all I know is that it is there. I don't even know how it works. The bloody thing wouldn't let me look at it close enough. However, since I've had nothing to do, I reviewed some of your memories-
Hey!
-and I found something rather interesting. Because you were drugged at the time, a particular memory of the time in Area 51 is in the deep recesses of your mind, and thus inaccessible without some outside help. What I found was... interesting, to say the least.
Sugah, you ain't makin' any sense.
Carol didn't respond for a moment, as if she was deciding what to say, The memory is still fuzzy, and I need more time to analyze it. I'll tell you more later.
Carol! Carol! Wait a damn minute! But Carol had all ready faded back into the swirling mass of identities and it was clear she wasn't going to respond or talk anymore.
"Curse ya, Carol, Ah wasn' finished yet," Rogue hissed, banging her hand on the roof of the shack she and the Brotherhood lived in. Magneto didn't let her and the others live in his fancy base, so she was stuck there for a while.
The house shook from the force of the blow, and Rogue couldn't help the snicker that escaped her lips at the angry shouting from within.
"ROGUE!!!!!!"
Monday dawned way too bright and way too early for Rogue to really appreciate it. She had stumbled into bed sometime between one and two, and had instantly fallen into a restless slumber, plagued by dreams and memories that were not her own. She had tried, after she had woken up, not to pay much attention and dig into the lives of the other mutants, but some of them just wouldn't leave her alone!
Now it was six thirty in the morning, and she had to be at school by seven. Glaring at the offending the alarm clock that was beeping way too loudly, she crushed the evil demon and smirked triumphantly at its demolished remains.
"Rogue: one; alarm clock: gone forever!" Rogue said sinisterly. She had never, ever been a morning person. In fact, it was of her opinion that mornings should just be completely banished, never again to annoy the good people of the earth. Well, at least the good mutants of the earth. She didn't give a rat's ass whether or not humans liked the mornings.
She knew her sister was coming before the black hole appeared in the wall and her sister walked through. Amalie looked at her nervously. None of the Brotherhood had been too comfortable around her since the Incident, as she called it.
When Amalie looked at the destroyed alarm clock sitting rather pitifully on the nightstand next to her sisters bed, she sighed, "Rogue, Ah swear, we're gonna spend a fohtune just bahin' ya a new clock! Do ya have ta destroy 'em?"
Rogue gave her sister a dry look, "Do they have ta beh so annoyin'?"
Amalie shook her head and smiled, the first Rogue had seen in several days from her red headed sister. Today, apparently, Amalie was going for a more somber look. Black jeans, black turtle neck sweater, and big black combat boots. Rogue raised an eyebrow at her.
"What? Ah didn' feel lahke puttin' on tha ritz, tha's all," Amalie explained.
"Whatevah. Ah need ta get dressed. Scoot," Rogue responded as she rolled out of bed. She hadn't even bothered to put on any pajamas. She just took off her clothes and slept in her bra and underwear. She did that all the time.
Amalie nodded and disappeared through the floor, obviously going down to the kitchen, which was the room directly below Rogues. Said mutant stood up and stretched lazily, much in the way a feline would do. Running a hand roughly through her hair, making it look disheveled and extremely sexy, Rogue decided to fall back on the only thing that would make her feel secure today: her haughty sex appeal.
Going to her closet, Rogue skimmed through her clothing, skipping all of her black leather pants completely and going for her black leather mini- skirt. Once she had poured herself into that, Rogue picked up her red leather corset, fingering the black binding wrapping around it lovingly. After she had strapped herself into that, Rogue picked up the piece de résistance: thigh high black leather boots that tied all the way to the top. With their stiletto heels and form fitting casings, they were a sure kill, of men's hearts, that is.
Sauntering over to her vanity, Rogue applied her siren's make up, finishing the look of the untouchable sex goddess with her ruby red lipstick, leather gloves and leather trench coat. She knew any one with half a brain would recognize what she was doing; hiding her insecurities behind sexual allure, but hopefully her outfit would make any male lose that half of his brain. Of course, the women would be harder to trick. But since out of all the girls in Bayville, Wanda and Amalie were the only two who liked her, she didn't really think any other girl would pay much attention to her.
Declaring herself done and ready for the day, Rogue sashayed out of her room, and gave a wicked smile to Pietro, standing in the doorway across from her, who nearly wet himself when she exited. Well, that was one male she wouldn't have to worry about.
Upon entering the kitchen, she knocked off another few guys: Lance dropped the jelly when he saw her, Fred's jaw dropped to the floor, and Toad slammed into a wall because he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Wanda looked at her with a dark, questioning look, and Amalie regarded her sadly.
"This get up won' get ya outta trouble, dahlin'," Amalie said softly.
With a flip of her hair, Rogue just smiled, "Maybeh not, but it shure will delah it. Ah'm not too hungry, so Ah'll jus' head on ta school."
Nobody said anything as she left the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she walked towards and then out the door. Though Rogue could have merely teleported the distance to school, she decided she wanted to drive. She loved her car like it was her baby.
As she drove to school, Rogue relished the wind rushing through her hair. The voices had quieted now, and she could control the memories now that she was awake.
Upon reaching Bayville High, Rogue felt a moment of indecision. It would be so easy just to drive right on by the school and play hookie for the day. However, that would be admitting defeat. And if there was one thing that Rogue wasn't, it was a quitter. With her jaw set, Rogue turned into the parking lot and drove to her reserved spot.
Damnit! Rogue cried mentally as the Xavier students parked right next to her, their big Hummer dwarfing her little convertible. They all piled out, laughing and giggling, and Rogue wanted to smack them. Apparently, they hadn't noticed her yet. When Remy LeBeau came over, his motorcycle helmet still in his arms, they still hadn't noticed her, all of them standing around their car and chatting amiably.
Well, now o' nevah, sugah, Rogue thought, opening the car door.
Remy LeBeau nearly had a double coronary when he saw the slender, sexy-as- hell booted leg exit the sleek little car. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and the temperature around him seemed to hit a thousand degrees around him as the slender, leather-glad temptress glided out of the car. He felt his mouth go completely dry as his eyes raked over the extremely tight fitting corset, tiny skirt, and exceptionally large boots that clung to Rogue's body.
His mouth moved but no sound seemed able to come out. His behavior caught the attention of the other X-Men and they turned to see what he was staring at. They seemed to suffer the same reaction, most specifically the men.
"Good mornin', ya'll," Rogue said gruffly, obviously bracing herself for a fight. When nobody seemed inclined to attack her, the stiffness in her shoulders loosened ever so slightly. With a curt nod, Rogue turned around and glided off, her trench coat billowing out behind her.
They stared at her for a long time before Jean, finally recovered, spoke up.
"My God..."
Kitty's eyes were wide, and it was obvious she had not been exposed to this type of dress where she came from. "Like, wow. I don't think I've ever, like, seen anybody where anything that..."
"Slutty?" Scott sneered, and though they couldn't see his eyes, he was most likely glaring at the Untouchable.
Remy rounded on him, his red eyes blazing, a charged up card in his hand so quickly, it was as if it had always been there. He advanced on Scott.
"Take dat back, homme. Remy don't lahke hearin' you say dat about de fille." Even to his own ears, Remy sounded much too angry than he should.
Scott took a step back, "Chill off, Gambit. She's the enemy!"
Kurt shook his head vehemently, "Ich glaube nicht. I don't zink she knows vat she is right now."
"I think you two are acting odd, dude," Evan said as he looked at both Kurt and Remy. They were, after all, X-Men, and they shouldn't be defending a member of the Brotherhood, especially one who had just recently attacked and absorbed all of them.
"What is going on?" Piotr's gruff voice asked from behind them.
Remy's card instantly lost its energy and Kurt looked a little sheepish. The Rajun' Cajun' was about to walk away when the sound of screams drew all of their attention.
Rogue popped right beside them, using Kurt's teleportation. She looked at them grimly, "Sentinels."
Chapter Finished!
"Ich glaube nicht." German for 'I think not'.
Well, there we go, folks, chapter eight is done! I hoped you liked it! Wasn't much of a cliff hanger, dangit! I have this great one planned, but it just didn't fit in this chapter! Grrrr, hopefully next chapter will be the great cliff hanger I've got in the makings! Anyway, I would love any suggestions about what ya'll might want to see in future chapters! Tschus! Sparky