A/N: I forgot to post the third chaptuh cuz' my account was suspended because of some crap about putting a story in the wrong area… But… Sorry It's taken me so long to update.

Four

I slept on the cold floor of the 'dungeon' he moved me into. I was in some sort of metallic suit like the ones they used in 'Weapon X' but it didn't have the pants with it… So my legs were blotted with spots of purple from the cold. My lips were bruised from the day before. I looked over, and curled in the corner was what looked like a heap of light brown rags, with wild russet hair.

"Remeh!" I breathed. "Sugah, speak t' meh!"

I put my hand on his shoulder, and he moaned.

"Don' Mon frere, don' hur' m' belle!"

"Remy, shh… It's me."

"M' belle… Don'…"

"Remeh, Rem! Please!" I turned him over; his pupils were as big as his eyes, only leaving a rim of red.

I put a gloved hand to his face. "Remy, bebeh…" I began to sob.

"M'…" He moaned.

"Sh…Shhh…"

"He won't wake." Erik Lensherr stood in the doorway, arms folded within his cape, pompously across his torso.

"You! YOU!" I came at him, and punched him hard.

Resignedly he put his hand to his face. "Oh Rogue, when will you learn violence is not the answer to your problems."

"Hypocrite." I spat angrily.

"Homo sapiens deserve it. Brother to brother, and in your case… sister, is not the prudent way to act towards me. Your boyfriend there decided otherwise."

"What did you do to him?!" I howled.

"Your query me with anger… and lore, I though cannot answer this. For I do not know."

"Bastahd, ah know you know you did it!"

"You speak quite proficiently as though you are certain."

"Don' beat aroun' the bush with meh Erik ah know damn well…"

"M' Belle, leave him. His 'tentions are good."

My eyes widened.

"Now he's talking lahke a ravin' lunatic."

"Mon Amie he on'y means good fo' us, an' yo'… I know it soun's crazy, buh yuh gottuh' b'lieve meh."

I gasped in horror.

"He's showed meh a lo' an' he didn' do dis' t' meh."

"Ah can't buh'lieve this!"

"Mon Amie, I promise yo' dis' is all outtuh h'is bes' int'rists"

"Kidnappin' an' beatn' me an' you is hardly what Ah would call in his best interest."

"I' was mah faul' I struggled wit' em' e' tol' meh he'd take me goodly, buh' ah chose de' uddah way."

"Perhaps we could discuss this more comfortably… In the drawing room perhaps?"

I stood up. "Ah ain' discussin' nuthin' with yah." I folded my arms over my chest, and stood my ground.

Remy put his hand on my shoulder.

"Fahne, but it ain' gonnuh help. Ah've heard it all b'fore."

Erik then led us to the drawing room, conjuring drinks, and he sat very smugly in his cushioned chair.

"You're boyfriend has decided do join us." He said with a smirk.

(To be continued…)