DISCLAIMER: In my own little world I own the X-men. But, sadly, in this one, I do not. I just like to play with them a little :).
"You idiot!"
"How was I supposed t'know dere was more dan one?"
"Because you are a thief! It is your job to know all the variables!"
"Well I didn't know about her!"
Sinister drew the knife slowly across his pale palm, letting the warm blood soothe him. He would have her soon. He needed her.
"You have to go back."
"I can't!"
"Why not? I need Jean Grey." His voice was low, calm. He needed to stay calm.
"It's too risky. Dey saw me!"
"And whose fault is that?"
Remy paced the room. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know there was more than one redhead. What are the odds? Scott hadn't said anything. Damn him! He spun and looked at the girl. She was pale, but her dark eyes were glaring at him from beenath her hair. A bruise was spreading on her temple. He had hogtied her hands behind her back but her feet were free. She tried to kick him.
"Let me take her back."
"That is unacceptable."
"You don't need her!" Remy said. "I promised you Jean Grey. I will get you Jean Grey. But let her go." Her foot connected with his ankle. He bit back a curse and glared at her. She spat at him, but it fell short.
"Don't you know who she is? That's Mystique's girl. Rogue."
"So?" Remy asked. Damned if the girl wasn't trying to crawl towards him to bite him. He stepped easily out of her way. She tried to head butt his foot. He should have hit her harder. Couldn't she see he was trying to save her?
"So, if she's with the X-men, something is up. Do you think Mystique would just give her up so freely?"
"I don't fucking care if she's the queen of England!" Remy roared. He finally kicked the girl in the jaw. She let out a yelp. He didn't feel any better, and her teeth grazed his calf. He thought she drew blood.
"Go ahead and touch her. Skin to skin. See if you still don't care .Can you imagine what we could do with that power? I would have never thought of it before, she was Mystique's after all. But now that she's an X-man…what is that woman up to?" Sinister mused, ignoring Gambit. "Well child."
"Fuck you, you freaky scum sucker!" Rogue screamed. "Ah'll kill you!" Sinister laughed. It gave her goose bumps. She sneered at him.
He stood up. She hadn't realized he was so tall, or bulky. He walked to her with an easy grace. His skin was so pale, it was sickly, and his lips were painted black, and his eyes gleamed as red as the jewel in his forehead. He bent down, using his arm to lift her head up. His breath smelled like raw meat. His teeth were fangs. The man with fangs.
"Don't be coy, child, it isn't becoming. Why are you with the X-men?"
She spat on him. He wiped it away, then reared back his palm and slapped her. Her head flew back and hit a table. She heard a crash of instruments, but was too dazed.
"I'll ask you only one more time," he said, and this time his voice was angry.
"Momma made me!" she whispered, glaring at him.
He rocked back on his heels a look of perplexion on his odd features. Then he smiled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, so taught it was painful. "Why would she do that? What are you hiding?" His jewel began to glow a painful red. Rogue couldn't tear her eyes away.
She felt him at the walls of her mind, thick, oily, leaking over and through cracks like a sickness. Everything he touched seem to die, to fade away, leaving her in pain. She tried to scream, to force him out, but he was everywhere, darkness. He touched all her memories, tainting them. He forced her mind into cohesion, melding it into something he could use, could read. All the psyches screamed at him, but with a gesture they were quieted, writhing in pain. Except one.
"Hello, Sinister," she said. She was sitting at a table, drinking tea.
"Well, well, Ms. Marvel. This is a surprise."
She smiled at him. "Care to join me?"
Rogue tried to run at them, attack them, but Essex created a cage around her. She could only watch.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting down as if it were a pleasant lunch, instead of him mind raping her.
"The little bitch absorbed me."
"For what purpose?" he asked. She smiled at him.
"Mystique made her take me, so that I could use her body to infiltrate the X-men."
Sinister laughed. "Clever. Can you take control of her body?"
"Sometimes. She's stronger than Raven or I suspected, but she'll break."
"What does Mystique want with the X-men? Just information."
"I can't tell you that," Carol said, sitting back with an eerie smile. "That's confidential."
Sinister seemed to grow larger, towering over her. He grabbed her by the throat. "Tell me or I'll kill you," he snarled.
"You can't. Mystique has my body in safe keeping." Carol said smugly.
"But what good is a body if I kill your mind?"
"She wants Jean Grey. I don't know why, that's higher up than me."
Sinister released her. Carol sat back down, sipping her tea as if nothing had happened. Sinister rubbed his chin. "What does Mystique want with Ms. Grey?"
Carol shrugged. "That's not what I'm paid for."
"No. I suppose not." Sinister turned to Rogue. She was trying to break the bars of her prison. But she did not possess Carol's strength. And Carol did not possess Rogue's absorption. Interesting. He grabbed Carol by the hair, and yanked her over to where Rogue was.
"What the hell are you doing?" Carol demanded, kicking at him.
"Experiments."
Remy couldn't take it anymore. The girl was screaming, silently. Sinister was bent over her, using her hair to shield his hands as he held her face. He was smiling. Then the girl started to fight him, bucking and kicking. Her screams became audible, but it was echoed. It made Remy's blood run cold. It was as if two people were screaming. He started to grab Sinister, but he backhanded him. Remy was thrown across the room, tasting blood. He tried to get up, but Sinister refused to let him, using his telepathy to create shackles. Remy watched in horror as the girl let out a choking scream, then fell silent. Underneath Sinister's horrible hands, her hair began to turn white…
Remy broke the telepathic chains and went running at the maniac. He had to stop this. After all he'd done, after all he'd been through, he wouldn't see it happen again. He grabbed Sinister's shoulders and felt his powers, the tickle of them, as he charged the lab coat the man was wearing.
"What are you doing?" he yelled.
"Leave her alone. She's innocent!" Remy screamed back. Sinister attempted to move, but the whistle of his charged coat advised him otherwise. "Stand up," Remy barked. Sinister complied and the girl slumped to the floor, blood trickling out of her mouth to stain the white in her hair.
"You are going to regret this, LeBeau," Sinister said.
"Que sera, sera," Remy said, and punched Sinister in the temple. The larger man crumpled to the ground unceremoniously. He stripped the coat off of him and threw it in the air. It imploded harmlessly and bits of white cloth floated to the ground like snow.
He ran to the desk and began pulling out the drawers. He rummaged through them.
"Damn!" It wasn't there. Sinister let out a groan. Remy slammed his hands down on the desk. All his penance ruined for one girl. He glared at her, and then scooped her body up fireman style. He stumbled a bit under her weight; she was heftier than she appeared. As he got to the door he realized that he must have tripped a silent alarm, as the laser going across the door was blinking. He tried the handle, but it had locked. "Merde," he breathed, and set the girl down. He ran to the window, but it too had locked, and bars had come down across it. He ran back to the door, withdrawing his lock picking kit from his pocket. It helped to be a thief. He made quick work of the lock, just as the girl was regaining consciousness.
"What?" she asked him, as he tugged on her arm. She got to her feet shakily.
"We got to get outta here, petite, before he wakes." She took one look at Sinister and paled. She wiped the blood from her lip, but the wariness was back in her eyes.
"Ah ain't trustin' you!" she spat.
"I don't have time for this!" he yelled at her, then he punched her in the temple. He let out a yelp and drew his hand back shaking it. She stared at him in shock.
"Oh mah god! What did he do to me?" She strained against her bonds, and they fell apart as if they had been made of paper. She stared at her hands.
"Come on," Remy roared, grabbing her and propelling her through the door.
"LeBeau!" Sinister shouted. "This isn't over."
Remy grabbed a card and lit it, throwing it behind him. He heard a whine and the wall behind him exploded. Shards of wood flew and he threw his arms around the girl and dragged her to the ground. When the dust settled he was back on his feet, gripping her by the arm and half dragging her out of the building.
The air hit Rogue like a shock. She pulled back abruptly.
"Who the Hell are you?" she demanded.
"We need t'go, dat won't keep him long!" Rogue stared at his outstretched hand, his worried face. It was like choosing between two evils. Which was the lesser? She looked at the building behind her, flames licking from the windows.
She placed her hand in his palm.
Next Up: What do Sinister and Mystique's employer want with Jean? What will Rogue do to Remy once their safe?
Sanae: Thanks so much. I think it's a travesty that Scott's with Emma, it's so awful! I'm glad you are enjoying it and I promise there will be much more Scott and Jean next chapter!
Ishandahalf: Hope I'm not too predictable. What fun would that be:) Thanks for reading.
Oh and just a quick note on accents-so I suck at them, but it's fun to write anyways! Any mistakes are mine and not the characters :)
