Disclaimer: Not that creative to come up with X-men. I just take what they
had and make it work for me. I don't own X-men.
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Drifters
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Chapter 13: Bad Memories
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Remy finally snapped out of his dazed state at the sight of the odd looking teenager. It wasn't until he felt a small pull in one of his muscles from carrying Rogue that he snapped out. " R' y' Doc. McCoy?" He finally asked praying that this wasn't him, and that he was just at the wrong house.
The young man opened his mouth and took a deep breath as if to say something but a much deeper, and sincerer voice answered. " No, I am." Just then the door opened wider, revealing a large blue creature. He had from what Remy could see in the dim light a gentle appearance, though he didn't really pay attention to his face, more so to the large claws on his hands. Remy gulped and yet again for the night was speechless. Why was that happen so much today? It was actually happening too much for his taste. " What can I." The beast's gaze dropped down to the unconscious girl in Remy's arms. " Oh my stars and garters.follow me." He ordered. Remy just followed and forgot about the fact that this supposed doctor was blue and his assistant, at least that's what he figured looked like a human frog in a way. He was a mutant, Rogue was a mutant, the doctor was mutant and he was pretty sure that the funny looking kid was a mutant as well. So Remy had kept his silent promise and gotten Rogue to safety. Now all he had to do was wait and then have her help him get his revenge. The thing was he needed her to get into the base with out getting killed. Magneto would kill him if he didn't come back with Rogue.
" So what's her problem yo?" The small toad like kid began to hope next to Remy as they walked down a long hall. Remy acted as if it was normal to see a kid hop next to him. He also wondered why this house looked so small from the outside and so huge on the inside.
" She's been poisoned." Remy stated simply. The toad like kid looked down a sec as if he could sympathize with Rogue.
" Dat's ruff yo. By whom?" The toad like kid asked, by then they had finally reached the end of the hall and Hank walked through a sliding glass door that led into a pure white and sterile hospital room. Actually rooms, a few feet away there looked like to be another door leading into another room identical to the one they were currently in.
" Man named Trask. Leads Area 51." Both the Doc's and the toad boy's eyes grew wide and Hank quickened his movements.
" Please set her down, and step aside Mr.."
" Lebeau. Remy Lebeau. De fille's name is Rogue, an' don' touch her skin other wise were going to have more problems on out hands." Remy answered and warned them. Both nodded and asked no further question on the subject.
" I'm Hank McCoy and this is Todd Talansky, show me her wound if you please. And Todd please retrieve my medicine kit." Remy complied and set Rogue on the bed, slowly pealing away his coat that was now stained with blood. There goes his favorite coat, he thought wistfully. Mr. McCoy snapped on a pair of gloves as Todd walked out to get supposedly the doc's kit.
Remy stared at her wound for a moment before Hank to examine it. The wound appeared to be growing like the poison was eating away at her flesh or something. Or maybe he had been careless and let it get this bad. Either way the wound was pretty deep and you could just barely make out the coarse bones in Rogue's shoulder.
Hank inspected her shoulder without a word. Remy had stepped off to the side to try and make heads or tails of the situation. Remy watched closely, and saw every little thing that Mr. McCoy did. If anything happened to Rogue then his whole plan for revenge would be ruined and he would have to come up with something else. Todd had returned and handed Hank his bag, well more like a briefcase. Mr. McCoy opened the case and took out two small slides. " Do you still have the dart that carried the poison Remy?" Remy nodded and with out a word handed the small silver tube to Hank. " Thank you." Hank answered and set to work.
He took a few drops of blood from Rogue and as much as he could of the green liquid form the tranquilizer Remy had handed him. Hank then proceed to hand the two glass slides to Todd. " Could you look over these for me." Todd nodded and walked as normal as he could over to a counter and slid the slides underneath a microscope and began to examine them. He didn't look so young as he looked through the microscope at the poison, not as trashy either. Kind of like a.oh what was the word. Doesn't matter right now anyway Remy thought, now was not the time.
Remy tried to keep his thoughts straight. He hated hospitals, even if this wasn't one it came pretty dam close. He had nothing but bad memories in places like this. He saw Hank checking the other bruises and scrapes on Rogue. Remy tried with all his might to keep his breathing normal, and try not to think about his past, but when he saw Hank give Rogue a shot his mind was sent reeling back.
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The ice-cold table beneath his bareback was maddening. It pierced threw his skin and sent chills up and down his spin causing the small hairs on his neck to stand on end. You would of never noticed though the way Remy's features remained stone still, void of and emotion other then anger. He refused to show them any weaknesses what so ever. He would die before they saw him cower. His eyes were dilated and couldn't focus on anything, though it didn't show, all he could make out was a bright white light above him.
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Remy suddenly became short of breath and began to pant. He removed his sunglasses, not caring at the moment. He then brought his hand up to cover his eyes and try to gain some control.
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Remy pulled at his arms and legs only to find them strapped down with a thick metal. A fifth strap was situated on his waist making sure that he would stay put after his many failed attempts to escape. Around his neck was a small black collar constantly emitting a red flashing light. Even though it was futile he continued to struggle.
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Remy's panting seemed to increase, he had to use the wall a few feet away to stable himself. The room seemed to shift from the one of his past to the room it was currently. He wasn't thinking clearly he felt like he was still there. Still in Area 51, still being strapped to a table against his will, still being experimented on, still being driven to the edge with trying to find a way to stay sane. Todd and Mr. McCoy looked up at the sound of Remy knocking over a table, still covering his eyes.
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The clip clap of steal toed boots on the hard and cold steal floor echoed through out the entire hall and into the room, Remy was being kept. Remy finally released a breath he didn't know he was holding; when he heard the footsteps pass the room he was being kept in. The cold table on his back was driving him crazy he felt he would snap at any time now. But they returned, the once fading foot steps grew louder and louder, closer and closer. Remy tensed as they grew near, he wanted to yell out "stay away" at the top of his lungs, but bit down on his tongue to keep his calm and cool exterior. It was always like this. They would have all the mutants gathered up and prepped. Then he himself would chose who would be spared and would be experiment on for the day. Every day, day in, day out, and somehow Remy was always chosen. One day he was lucky enough to be spared, but that was one day. One day out of every single day. He healed quickly, not because of a mutant power he just naturally heal fast, and his stubbornness. They wanted to break him. They wanted to see him cry out for mercy, wanted to see his demon eyes show fear for once. Wanted to see that cocky grin and smart mouth disappear. But it never worked, the harder they tried the more obnoxious Remy became. " Well, well Mr. Lebeau." A cold voice dripping with venom spoke.
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" Mr. Lebeau." Mr. McCoy called out again to Remy. Shaking his shoulder a bit. " Remy." It was then that Remy was snapped out of his painful memories. His head snapped up, and he looked around the room trying to figure out where he was. His eyes settled on a blue furry mutant, and he sighed in relief. He wasn't there anymore. He wasn't there. That was behind him, though he still wanted his revenge. He then looked to Rogue's limp form on the bed, what he saw was not Rogue but his last hope. His last chance to get what he wanted.
" Sorry 'bout dat." Remy said shyly.
" Are you all right my dear boy?" Mr. McCoy asked looking down at Remy. It was then that Remy finally realized he was sitting on the floor. How he didn't notice this before it baffled him a bit. He was always so aware of his surroundings; he never had flashbacks like that before. So why now? Remy nodded and slowly rose to his feet. Mr. McCoy cast Remy a confused look and was about to question further when Todd called him over.
" Look at this." Todd pointed to the microscope and Mr. McCoy looked
in for a moment then raised his head with a dropped jaw.
Remy was once again confused and couldn't quite hear what they were saying, from the bit he heard it sounded bad. Mr. McCoy walked over to a cabinet and began to rummage around for something.
" If y' don' min' Remy askin' but what is wrong wit' Rogue?" Remy asked, Todd had left the room with out a word and it was just Mr. McCoy and Remy now. Mr. McCoy paused for moment then kept on looking.
" It would appear that she is in great danger. I'm not sure if she will be able to make it." Mr. McCoy sighed. " She has lost a great deal of blood, and has been infected with a special toxin made by a small unknown section of the government." Mr. McCoy looked over to Remy to make sure he was understanding. Remy nodded, so Mr. McCoy continued. " I've had many run ins with this type of poison before. It was actually how I came across Todd. Though the toxin he was infected with was much more primitive then what she had been exposed to." He gestured toward Rogue. "It is eating away at her flesh and is slowly tearing up her insides, as well as altering her genetic coding." Mr. McCoy came across what he was looking for and walked away from the cabinet and toward a counter separating him and Remy. Remy said nothing. He just took it all in. Outside he appeared to be unaffected, but inside he was pissed off. Remy turned his gaze toward Rogue's limp form on the bed.
" Can y' save 'er?" Remy asked, he knew his voice sounded a bit pleading but he was okay with that. She was his last chance.
" There is a slim chance that I may be able to. I sent Todd to check to see if we have her blood type stored." Remy decided to brush past the thought of them storing blood in a house. " The government has been trying to come up with more effective way to render a mutant powerless, with this toxin a mutant loses the ability to control there powers, it is as if they never existed. You see the X-gene is a recessive trait, with this toxin they have been able to implant a gene that will alter that recessive gene into that of a dominant one, causing their mutation to vanish. The drug they are using is a mix it is almost like an acid. It is the only thing strong enough to change the genetic coding. It eats away at the body; actually it eats away at a mutant's body. Once the X-gene has been removed the acid will stop eating away at her, and lye dormant inside of her, so if we try to reverse it the whole process will start all over again. And it will be very painful. That's why her wings and claws disappeared, that's why she couldn't think straight her powers were leaving her. Think of it as a huge weight being taken off your shoulders, you wobble around until you get used to it." Mr. McCoy finished, sighing in deep frustration. Remy was shocked beyond belief, how could they help her now? There was no way to save her.
" So dere's no hope den?" Remy asked already know the answer. Mr. McCoy looked up from where he was mixing a number of chemicals most Remy had never heard of.
" Oh no. There is always hope. We just have to find it." Mr. McCoy answered, Remy just looked at him like he was crazy. This man was so optimistic it was sickening, to him. One minute he was Mr. Dark and Gloomy and the next he is Mr. Mary Sunshine. Just then Todd returned in a panic, and hoped up onto the counter next to Mr. McCoy.
" We have a problem yo." Todd said in a panic, Mr. McCoy raised an eyebrow at him tilting his head as if to say go on. " We don't have any type AB blood."
" Oh my." Mr. McCoy's mouth dropped a bit. " I feared this would happen, with her rare blood type I doubted that we would have it here." Remy watched them. AB. Now why did that sound familiar. He had heard it before. Yes it was a blood type and people talked about them all the time but AB. AB. ARGHHH this was driving him crazy, he hated it when he couldn't remember things. And times he would remember thing he didn't. Remy braised himself for the flood of memories he couldn't stop.
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The devil himself stood before him. A middle age man with graying hair on his sides gave him an evil smirk. He stood over Remy, and then walked over to talk to the doctors, or as Remy liked to call them the mad scientists. They were talking about him. What else would they be talking about? Remy thought. Then he heard it AB. Was it his blood type? Or was it another code name for another experiment. That was probably it. He saw the mad scientist in there white lab coats surround him. One of them has a knife or a scalpel either way it was going to cut him open. Then he saw another one hook up a blood bag to an IV stand. He heard about this. If they hook up a blood bag then they were going to seriously do some damage to your insides. Remy was glad that they decided to put him under. It was the best thing, he would rather not be awake as they did this to him, and what ever they were doing he didn't want to know he wanted it to be over ASAP. After the one that put the blood bag up Remy looked up at it and stared. It read clearly: AB.
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" THAT'S IT!" Remy shouted, now remembering where he had heard it form. Both Todd and Mr. McCoy looked over at him from their debate on how they were going to get the blood for Rogue.
" Excuse me?" Todd asked raising an eyebrow, at the Cajun.
" Yes, Remy what is the cause of this outburst of yours." Mr. McCoy asked from his position behind Todd. Remy approached them and threw his hands down onto the counter.
" Take Remy's blood, Doc." Remy ordered, not in a rage but in a tone of hast.
" What? Why? You have her blood type?" Mr. McCoy asked a bit baffled, he then glanced over to Todd who had the same confused look.
" Yes, Remy does, no y' gotta save de p'tite." Remy again ordered, Mr. McCoy nodded and grabbed Remy's hand. He took a small tack out of a small dish and pricked Remy's finger. Remy didn't even wince, he held his tongue for a moment trying to figure out what he was doing. Then it clicked, he didn't think he was telling the truth with the blood so he was testing it. Mr. McCoy squeezed his finger and placed Remy's blood on another slide. He then handed it to Todd, who soundlessly took it and jumped down and hoped over to the microscope with out spilling a drop. And that's all it was on the slide a drop.
There was silence; it was as if they were pondering on what to say next. Mr. McCoy went back to mixing his chemicals, and herbs. Why he needed herbs, again Remy didn't know. After about five minutes of waiting, Todd confirmed that his blood type was AB. Mr. McCoy asked Remy a countless number of times. Remy told him that it was fine and he was okay with doing this. He needed Rogue, other wise his entire plan was ruined, up in smoke, caput, finished, over before it even started.
" Alright Remy. I hope you don't have a problem with needles." Mr. McCoy joked not even aware of what images it brought to Remy's troubled mind.
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" Alright 45, shall we begin?" One of the mad scientists asked. 45 was what he was called, every mutant got a number. No one was referred to by his or her name, if you were then it was never a good thing. That meant that they had looked over your sheets and read your name, it meant that they were going to get rid of you or do something to horrible for words. His new name was 45, the sad thing was he had gotten used to it, when someone called out 45 his head would turn in that direction. He hated himself for that.
He saw it, the long slick silver needle with its dull tip from being punctured into a countless number of mutant's skin. What little light in the room at the time barely but still reflected across the thin smooth surface of the needle. Slowly the crazy scientist with the crazy hair do, lowered it down to his arm, he gave a cold evil laughter before Remy felt the dull needle being forced into his arm. The needle pierced threw his skin, after having this down to him like every other day for about two years or so neither his face, nor his body showed any sign of pain only annoyance. He just took it all in and waited for the darkness to come and take him like it always did.
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The shot was in and out before Remy could make heads or tails about it. What a difference a clean and sharp pointed needle made. Remy was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the blood being drained out of him. He looked over to Mr. McCoy who now had a fresh blood bag hook up, and was connecting it to Rogue's IV stand. He saw Mr. McCoy also administer a few drops of the concoction he had been working on. Drop by drop into her wound, and then began to stitch it up slowly.
Remy sighed and raised his hand over his eyes, and for the first time Remy realized that he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. He couldn't even remember taking them off. He felt the outside of his pocket and they were gone. He looked around and found them lying on the floor on the other side of the room.
He casually got up from his seat on the med bed, and walked over. As he bent down to grab them he was hit with a wave of dizziness. He leaned against the wall for support but was to weak. He hadn't eaten anything since the early morning at the diner, and he had given all that blood. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't slept in three days, and he guessed those things added up. He felt himself get pulled into the darkness, and collapse onto the floor giving into the little voice in his head that said he would be safe here, and he needed to rest. Not at all caring that he was about to land on the floor. He just let the darkness pull him in.
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Authors Note: Way longer chapter then I expected. I had this written out but I didn't follow it at all, well some parts. This chapter was for all the people that review that wanted a little more insight into Remy's past. Not much of an insight, but a little. Beggars can't be choosers, some said don't know whom but someone. All right I hoped you like this chapter. Thank you to those of you that told me what Mastermind's real name was. Really helped. He will appear in about three, four chapter. I have another favor to ask of you wonderful people that read and review this fic.
Question: If Rogue were to get amnesia would the people in her head remember there lives or forget as well? It depends on the answers I get whether or not I will go with this okay. Thank you so much for reading and review and if you wait a little long I promise the Romyness will come. Remember patience is a virtue.
Take Care, Rogue Star
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Drifters
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Chapter 13: Bad Memories
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Remy finally snapped out of his dazed state at the sight of the odd looking teenager. It wasn't until he felt a small pull in one of his muscles from carrying Rogue that he snapped out. " R' y' Doc. McCoy?" He finally asked praying that this wasn't him, and that he was just at the wrong house.
The young man opened his mouth and took a deep breath as if to say something but a much deeper, and sincerer voice answered. " No, I am." Just then the door opened wider, revealing a large blue creature. He had from what Remy could see in the dim light a gentle appearance, though he didn't really pay attention to his face, more so to the large claws on his hands. Remy gulped and yet again for the night was speechless. Why was that happen so much today? It was actually happening too much for his taste. " What can I." The beast's gaze dropped down to the unconscious girl in Remy's arms. " Oh my stars and garters.follow me." He ordered. Remy just followed and forgot about the fact that this supposed doctor was blue and his assistant, at least that's what he figured looked like a human frog in a way. He was a mutant, Rogue was a mutant, the doctor was mutant and he was pretty sure that the funny looking kid was a mutant as well. So Remy had kept his silent promise and gotten Rogue to safety. Now all he had to do was wait and then have her help him get his revenge. The thing was he needed her to get into the base with out getting killed. Magneto would kill him if he didn't come back with Rogue.
" So what's her problem yo?" The small toad like kid began to hope next to Remy as they walked down a long hall. Remy acted as if it was normal to see a kid hop next to him. He also wondered why this house looked so small from the outside and so huge on the inside.
" She's been poisoned." Remy stated simply. The toad like kid looked down a sec as if he could sympathize with Rogue.
" Dat's ruff yo. By whom?" The toad like kid asked, by then they had finally reached the end of the hall and Hank walked through a sliding glass door that led into a pure white and sterile hospital room. Actually rooms, a few feet away there looked like to be another door leading into another room identical to the one they were currently in.
" Man named Trask. Leads Area 51." Both the Doc's and the toad boy's eyes grew wide and Hank quickened his movements.
" Please set her down, and step aside Mr.."
" Lebeau. Remy Lebeau. De fille's name is Rogue, an' don' touch her skin other wise were going to have more problems on out hands." Remy answered and warned them. Both nodded and asked no further question on the subject.
" I'm Hank McCoy and this is Todd Talansky, show me her wound if you please. And Todd please retrieve my medicine kit." Remy complied and set Rogue on the bed, slowly pealing away his coat that was now stained with blood. There goes his favorite coat, he thought wistfully. Mr. McCoy snapped on a pair of gloves as Todd walked out to get supposedly the doc's kit.
Remy stared at her wound for a moment before Hank to examine it. The wound appeared to be growing like the poison was eating away at her flesh or something. Or maybe he had been careless and let it get this bad. Either way the wound was pretty deep and you could just barely make out the coarse bones in Rogue's shoulder.
Hank inspected her shoulder without a word. Remy had stepped off to the side to try and make heads or tails of the situation. Remy watched closely, and saw every little thing that Mr. McCoy did. If anything happened to Rogue then his whole plan for revenge would be ruined and he would have to come up with something else. Todd had returned and handed Hank his bag, well more like a briefcase. Mr. McCoy opened the case and took out two small slides. " Do you still have the dart that carried the poison Remy?" Remy nodded and with out a word handed the small silver tube to Hank. " Thank you." Hank answered and set to work.
He took a few drops of blood from Rogue and as much as he could of the green liquid form the tranquilizer Remy had handed him. Hank then proceed to hand the two glass slides to Todd. " Could you look over these for me." Todd nodded and walked as normal as he could over to a counter and slid the slides underneath a microscope and began to examine them. He didn't look so young as he looked through the microscope at the poison, not as trashy either. Kind of like a.oh what was the word. Doesn't matter right now anyway Remy thought, now was not the time.
Remy tried to keep his thoughts straight. He hated hospitals, even if this wasn't one it came pretty dam close. He had nothing but bad memories in places like this. He saw Hank checking the other bruises and scrapes on Rogue. Remy tried with all his might to keep his breathing normal, and try not to think about his past, but when he saw Hank give Rogue a shot his mind was sent reeling back.
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The ice-cold table beneath his bareback was maddening. It pierced threw his skin and sent chills up and down his spin causing the small hairs on his neck to stand on end. You would of never noticed though the way Remy's features remained stone still, void of and emotion other then anger. He refused to show them any weaknesses what so ever. He would die before they saw him cower. His eyes were dilated and couldn't focus on anything, though it didn't show, all he could make out was a bright white light above him.
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Remy suddenly became short of breath and began to pant. He removed his sunglasses, not caring at the moment. He then brought his hand up to cover his eyes and try to gain some control.
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Remy pulled at his arms and legs only to find them strapped down with a thick metal. A fifth strap was situated on his waist making sure that he would stay put after his many failed attempts to escape. Around his neck was a small black collar constantly emitting a red flashing light. Even though it was futile he continued to struggle.
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Remy's panting seemed to increase, he had to use the wall a few feet away to stable himself. The room seemed to shift from the one of his past to the room it was currently. He wasn't thinking clearly he felt like he was still there. Still in Area 51, still being strapped to a table against his will, still being experimented on, still being driven to the edge with trying to find a way to stay sane. Todd and Mr. McCoy looked up at the sound of Remy knocking over a table, still covering his eyes.
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The clip clap of steal toed boots on the hard and cold steal floor echoed through out the entire hall and into the room, Remy was being kept. Remy finally released a breath he didn't know he was holding; when he heard the footsteps pass the room he was being kept in. The cold table on his back was driving him crazy he felt he would snap at any time now. But they returned, the once fading foot steps grew louder and louder, closer and closer. Remy tensed as they grew near, he wanted to yell out "stay away" at the top of his lungs, but bit down on his tongue to keep his calm and cool exterior. It was always like this. They would have all the mutants gathered up and prepped. Then he himself would chose who would be spared and would be experiment on for the day. Every day, day in, day out, and somehow Remy was always chosen. One day he was lucky enough to be spared, but that was one day. One day out of every single day. He healed quickly, not because of a mutant power he just naturally heal fast, and his stubbornness. They wanted to break him. They wanted to see him cry out for mercy, wanted to see his demon eyes show fear for once. Wanted to see that cocky grin and smart mouth disappear. But it never worked, the harder they tried the more obnoxious Remy became. " Well, well Mr. Lebeau." A cold voice dripping with venom spoke.
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" Mr. Lebeau." Mr. McCoy called out again to Remy. Shaking his shoulder a bit. " Remy." It was then that Remy was snapped out of his painful memories. His head snapped up, and he looked around the room trying to figure out where he was. His eyes settled on a blue furry mutant, and he sighed in relief. He wasn't there anymore. He wasn't there. That was behind him, though he still wanted his revenge. He then looked to Rogue's limp form on the bed, what he saw was not Rogue but his last hope. His last chance to get what he wanted.
" Sorry 'bout dat." Remy said shyly.
" Are you all right my dear boy?" Mr. McCoy asked looking down at Remy. It was then that Remy finally realized he was sitting on the floor. How he didn't notice this before it baffled him a bit. He was always so aware of his surroundings; he never had flashbacks like that before. So why now? Remy nodded and slowly rose to his feet. Mr. McCoy cast Remy a confused look and was about to question further when Todd called him over.
" Look at this." Todd pointed to the microscope and Mr. McCoy looked
in for a moment then raised his head with a dropped jaw.
Remy was once again confused and couldn't quite hear what they were saying, from the bit he heard it sounded bad. Mr. McCoy walked over to a cabinet and began to rummage around for something.
" If y' don' min' Remy askin' but what is wrong wit' Rogue?" Remy asked, Todd had left the room with out a word and it was just Mr. McCoy and Remy now. Mr. McCoy paused for moment then kept on looking.
" It would appear that she is in great danger. I'm not sure if she will be able to make it." Mr. McCoy sighed. " She has lost a great deal of blood, and has been infected with a special toxin made by a small unknown section of the government." Mr. McCoy looked over to Remy to make sure he was understanding. Remy nodded, so Mr. McCoy continued. " I've had many run ins with this type of poison before. It was actually how I came across Todd. Though the toxin he was infected with was much more primitive then what she had been exposed to." He gestured toward Rogue. "It is eating away at her flesh and is slowly tearing up her insides, as well as altering her genetic coding." Mr. McCoy came across what he was looking for and walked away from the cabinet and toward a counter separating him and Remy. Remy said nothing. He just took it all in. Outside he appeared to be unaffected, but inside he was pissed off. Remy turned his gaze toward Rogue's limp form on the bed.
" Can y' save 'er?" Remy asked, he knew his voice sounded a bit pleading but he was okay with that. She was his last chance.
" There is a slim chance that I may be able to. I sent Todd to check to see if we have her blood type stored." Remy decided to brush past the thought of them storing blood in a house. " The government has been trying to come up with more effective way to render a mutant powerless, with this toxin a mutant loses the ability to control there powers, it is as if they never existed. You see the X-gene is a recessive trait, with this toxin they have been able to implant a gene that will alter that recessive gene into that of a dominant one, causing their mutation to vanish. The drug they are using is a mix it is almost like an acid. It is the only thing strong enough to change the genetic coding. It eats away at the body; actually it eats away at a mutant's body. Once the X-gene has been removed the acid will stop eating away at her, and lye dormant inside of her, so if we try to reverse it the whole process will start all over again. And it will be very painful. That's why her wings and claws disappeared, that's why she couldn't think straight her powers were leaving her. Think of it as a huge weight being taken off your shoulders, you wobble around until you get used to it." Mr. McCoy finished, sighing in deep frustration. Remy was shocked beyond belief, how could they help her now? There was no way to save her.
" So dere's no hope den?" Remy asked already know the answer. Mr. McCoy looked up from where he was mixing a number of chemicals most Remy had never heard of.
" Oh no. There is always hope. We just have to find it." Mr. McCoy answered, Remy just looked at him like he was crazy. This man was so optimistic it was sickening, to him. One minute he was Mr. Dark and Gloomy and the next he is Mr. Mary Sunshine. Just then Todd returned in a panic, and hoped up onto the counter next to Mr. McCoy.
" We have a problem yo." Todd said in a panic, Mr. McCoy raised an eyebrow at him tilting his head as if to say go on. " We don't have any type AB blood."
" Oh my." Mr. McCoy's mouth dropped a bit. " I feared this would happen, with her rare blood type I doubted that we would have it here." Remy watched them. AB. Now why did that sound familiar. He had heard it before. Yes it was a blood type and people talked about them all the time but AB. AB. ARGHHH this was driving him crazy, he hated it when he couldn't remember things. And times he would remember thing he didn't. Remy braised himself for the flood of memories he couldn't stop.
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The devil himself stood before him. A middle age man with graying hair on his sides gave him an evil smirk. He stood over Remy, and then walked over to talk to the doctors, or as Remy liked to call them the mad scientists. They were talking about him. What else would they be talking about? Remy thought. Then he heard it AB. Was it his blood type? Or was it another code name for another experiment. That was probably it. He saw the mad scientist in there white lab coats surround him. One of them has a knife or a scalpel either way it was going to cut him open. Then he saw another one hook up a blood bag to an IV stand. He heard about this. If they hook up a blood bag then they were going to seriously do some damage to your insides. Remy was glad that they decided to put him under. It was the best thing, he would rather not be awake as they did this to him, and what ever they were doing he didn't want to know he wanted it to be over ASAP. After the one that put the blood bag up Remy looked up at it and stared. It read clearly: AB.
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" THAT'S IT!" Remy shouted, now remembering where he had heard it form. Both Todd and Mr. McCoy looked over at him from their debate on how they were going to get the blood for Rogue.
" Excuse me?" Todd asked raising an eyebrow, at the Cajun.
" Yes, Remy what is the cause of this outburst of yours." Mr. McCoy asked from his position behind Todd. Remy approached them and threw his hands down onto the counter.
" Take Remy's blood, Doc." Remy ordered, not in a rage but in a tone of hast.
" What? Why? You have her blood type?" Mr. McCoy asked a bit baffled, he then glanced over to Todd who had the same confused look.
" Yes, Remy does, no y' gotta save de p'tite." Remy again ordered, Mr. McCoy nodded and grabbed Remy's hand. He took a small tack out of a small dish and pricked Remy's finger. Remy didn't even wince, he held his tongue for a moment trying to figure out what he was doing. Then it clicked, he didn't think he was telling the truth with the blood so he was testing it. Mr. McCoy squeezed his finger and placed Remy's blood on another slide. He then handed it to Todd, who soundlessly took it and jumped down and hoped over to the microscope with out spilling a drop. And that's all it was on the slide a drop.
There was silence; it was as if they were pondering on what to say next. Mr. McCoy went back to mixing his chemicals, and herbs. Why he needed herbs, again Remy didn't know. After about five minutes of waiting, Todd confirmed that his blood type was AB. Mr. McCoy asked Remy a countless number of times. Remy told him that it was fine and he was okay with doing this. He needed Rogue, other wise his entire plan was ruined, up in smoke, caput, finished, over before it even started.
" Alright Remy. I hope you don't have a problem with needles." Mr. McCoy joked not even aware of what images it brought to Remy's troubled mind.
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" Alright 45, shall we begin?" One of the mad scientists asked. 45 was what he was called, every mutant got a number. No one was referred to by his or her name, if you were then it was never a good thing. That meant that they had looked over your sheets and read your name, it meant that they were going to get rid of you or do something to horrible for words. His new name was 45, the sad thing was he had gotten used to it, when someone called out 45 his head would turn in that direction. He hated himself for that.
He saw it, the long slick silver needle with its dull tip from being punctured into a countless number of mutant's skin. What little light in the room at the time barely but still reflected across the thin smooth surface of the needle. Slowly the crazy scientist with the crazy hair do, lowered it down to his arm, he gave a cold evil laughter before Remy felt the dull needle being forced into his arm. The needle pierced threw his skin, after having this down to him like every other day for about two years or so neither his face, nor his body showed any sign of pain only annoyance. He just took it all in and waited for the darkness to come and take him like it always did.
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The shot was in and out before Remy could make heads or tails about it. What a difference a clean and sharp pointed needle made. Remy was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the blood being drained out of him. He looked over to Mr. McCoy who now had a fresh blood bag hook up, and was connecting it to Rogue's IV stand. He saw Mr. McCoy also administer a few drops of the concoction he had been working on. Drop by drop into her wound, and then began to stitch it up slowly.
Remy sighed and raised his hand over his eyes, and for the first time Remy realized that he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. He couldn't even remember taking them off. He felt the outside of his pocket and they were gone. He looked around and found them lying on the floor on the other side of the room.
He casually got up from his seat on the med bed, and walked over. As he bent down to grab them he was hit with a wave of dizziness. He leaned against the wall for support but was to weak. He hadn't eaten anything since the early morning at the diner, and he had given all that blood. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't slept in three days, and he guessed those things added up. He felt himself get pulled into the darkness, and collapse onto the floor giving into the little voice in his head that said he would be safe here, and he needed to rest. Not at all caring that he was about to land on the floor. He just let the darkness pull him in.
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Authors Note: Way longer chapter then I expected. I had this written out but I didn't follow it at all, well some parts. This chapter was for all the people that review that wanted a little more insight into Remy's past. Not much of an insight, but a little. Beggars can't be choosers, some said don't know whom but someone. All right I hoped you like this chapter. Thank you to those of you that told me what Mastermind's real name was. Really helped. He will appear in about three, four chapter. I have another favor to ask of you wonderful people that read and review this fic.
Question: If Rogue were to get amnesia would the people in her head remember there lives or forget as well? It depends on the answers I get whether or not I will go with this okay. Thank you so much for reading and review and if you wait a little long I promise the Romyness will come. Remember patience is a virtue.
Take Care, Rogue Star