A Time Forgotten

AN: Thanks for all the reviews. Sorry the update has been so long, but I am almost done with school…forever! until college So now in between filing and getting money, I am all yours! Please keep on reviewing, and I always will keep on writing.

Bry

PS: Filing might be a boring job, but it gives me lots of time to think up plot ideas… so thank the law firm for this newest update.

Chapter 3

Discoveries

2 years later: New York City

Spike never had a problem having a good looking young babe on top of him. With his dull complexion and drug affected body, it was a rare thing for him to be in this position. Unfortunately, it wasn't as rare for him to be looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Give me one good reason not to stop your meaningless existence." The psycho babe, whose boot was currently cutting off the circulation to his head, said calmly. In her small hand she had an impossibly large revolver aimed at the center of his forehead.

His voice wheezed from a combination of fear and lack of air, "I don't have a fucking clue what you want."

She cocked the weapon smoothly. Her finger flexed over the trigger. "Wrong answer, Spike. You aren't going to weasel your way out of this one."

"You don't look like no cop to me."

She let out a side smile. "You are absolutely correct, Spike. No cop would blow your head off just to make sure even your mother won't be able to recognize you."

Spike could barely make her out in the dim street light in the dirty alleyway. She had him pinned down to the hard concrete ground next to a stinky dumpster. Her dark shape had overtaken him after he sold his narcotics to a street junkie, and he was counting his cash. The last thing he saw before he went down was the silver steak in her hair.

He had no idea how she knew his name, but he could feel the sweat dripping down his face in fear. Would she really off him?

"I am waiting, Spike." She dangled the gun in front of him.

Spike didn't want to be killed by no freaking chick. He had no problem squealing to the cops, so why not save his own life?

"What do you want to hear?"

Her smile got wider, "That's more like it."

The window pane slid quietly open in the small apartment. One black boot was followed by the other as the figure eased itself in. The room was covered in darkness, and the only thing visible was the long thin streak of white hair.

The figure, a woman, leaned herself against the windowsill and started untying her boots. They didn't even make a sound as they hit the threadbare carpet, and the woman rubbed one foot slowly, as if to erase the pain.

She went to take off her leather jacket, when a tiny sense of movement had the women drop to her right knee and draw her emergency pistol from her ankle holster. The light flashed on in the room, and the woman groaned.

"Kitty, you idiot. I could have killed you." She holstered her weapon and went back to disrobing. "Why can't you find somewhere else to stay? I want to be alone, and not have to worry if a certain sixteen-year old is going to get her head blown off." The woman's southern accent increased with irritated word. She finally looked at the young girl. "What for God's sake is wrong with you?"

Tear's dripped down the young girl's brown eyes. "They got Jubilee, Rogue."

Katherine, Kitty, Pryde didn't need to specify who had attained the renegade firecracker who Rogue personally enjoyed her high wit. The government was getting to good at determining and locating mutants.

"When?" She asked simply as she just examined the "X" emblem on her jacket.

"This morning, I went by the warehouse where she was staying with a couple of older mutants and no one was there. It was torn up real bad."

"I bet it was."

Kitty stood in front of her friend. "Where were you? I hide here all day, hoping I could find you to help, and you were no where to be found. What are you up to now, Rogue?"

Rogue brushed past her and headed for the cramped thing the landlord called a kitchen. Reaching into the fridge that was broken more then it worked, she pulled out a room temperature beer. She popped off the cap and took a fast chug.

Kitty followed. "Where were you?"

"None of your business, Kitty. And forget about Jubes. There is nothing we can do to save her."

Kitty tightened her fists. "What in hell is wrong with you? Jubes is our friend, and you aren't even going to try."

Rogue turned around, keeping her face smooth from all emotion. "There is nothing to do. They got her, but not us, so count your blessings." She took another swig. "You need to find somewhere else to go. I am only responsible for myself, and I should have never let you in the door."

Kitty bit her lip. "You are hard. What happened to fighting for what is right and making a difference in this painful world."

"I grew up kid. You should try it sometime. Your act stopped being cute."

"Yeah Rogue, it stopped being cute when you stopped being nice. Why don't you even care about what the professor taught us?"

Rogue lost her cool. "You have no idea what I care about, Kat. I risk my life every time I go out there to make sure the professor gets some justice and all I hear from you is that I don't care." She paused, playing with the bottle. "I can't afford to be nice."

Kitty's eyes were wide. Rogue had gotten so cold in the past couple of years that Kitty had forgotten her passion. "You were after him again."

"So what if I was. I am closer to getting him."

"Revenge doesn't solve anything. It has destroyed your life."

Rogue laughed, "How?"

"Oh, I don't know. You exiled yourself from the X-Men. You also dumped Bobby so you wouldn't become distracted. And now you run around cities at night trying to find out where a guy that you only got a quick look at two years ago is and I assume you are going to just kill him on contact since you apparently lost all appreciation for life."

"Shut up." She walked into the other room.

Kitty shook her head as she made her way to the recliner that had been her bed for the last week. Rogue moved a lot, and Kitty went with her. "That's what I thought."

"He had red eyes."

"What?" Kitty shouted.

Rogue stood at the doorway. "The assassin had red eyes. I don't think they are too common."

Kitty didn't even answer.

"And for the record, Bobby left me. I just gave him the motivation." She walked away. "He is probably in college now. Has a new life which doesn't involve a freak like me."

Kitty smiled into her bedding. "You have no idea, Rogue, how clueless you are. And stop sounding so sorrowful. Almost sounds like pity."

"Go hurt yourself kid." came faintly from the other room.

That's what she thought. Kitty didn't even bother to respond. Red eyes, huh? She pulled out the pocket computer she "borrowed" from a computer store. We will see about those eyes.

Please review and tell me what you think. I am off to go file and to think of new ideas!

Bry

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