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1.) John's Wanda's boyfriend, duh, she invited him! 2.) Remy's apart of the X-Men, no Acolytes in my story. 3.) I have no idea of what kind of drugs there are, sorry. All I know is they are illegal and they fuck with your mind. 4.) There were so many cuts on her arm, her whole arm was sore. 5.) I was just picking random stores. Does it really matter? .:No offense, just trying to explain a few things:.


Chapter Eight- Weapon 13 & A baby girl


Remy Lebeau sat on his bed. His hard rock music was blaring in his ears, but he didn't really care. He let his mind wander around the room, looking at his Evanescence (sp?) poster, Korn poster, Avril Lavigne poster, and his many magazine pictures of Hilary Duff, movie clips, and others.

But it bugged him- Rogue was on drugs, cutting herself, and only heaven knows what else. How long had she been doing this? He had no idea. It was then that his thoughts got interrupted by Kitty phasing through the ceiling.

Remy grabbed the remote to his stereo, and paused the music to see what was so important. "What?" Remy asked annoyed.

"Rogue's gone. She just like burst out of the mansion like, totoally not herself. Come on, help us. Logan took his bike and is trying to track down her scent!" Kitty said quickly, and Remy jumped out of bed, and grabbed his coat. He ran out of his bedroom to come and join the others with the search.


Rogue struggled from the guards- having no idea where she was or what was going on. They chained her wrists, her arms down to one side, her ankles chained close together, and they put a needle into her skin, filled with silvery liquid. They inserted it into the back of her neck, and she calmed down. Her eyes turned into a silvery color, and she was under control.

"Get her into fit, and put her in the tank. If I am correct, the Sentinels had her in their files. She should have the healing factor; hopefully this experiment will go right for the thirteenth time." Stryker said, extremely unhopeful. This was the fourth project of the "Weapon X" project. So they just called her "Weapon 13" for now.

The men put the dozed Rogue into a large tank, and put on a breathing mask. They closed the tank, made sure everything was right, and connected all the lines. Finally, they backed away, except two, and they pressed a few buttons, and everything was at work.


"Professor! Ahh… professor…" Jean screamed in pain as she fell down on the sidewalk.

"What is it, Jean?"

"I feel… great pain… It's… Rogue…" Jean held her stomach as in labor, and then screamed painfully.

"Oh no…" Logan said, distressed. "Scott, Kurt, Amara, and everyone except Rahne go back to the X-Mansion." (All the new mutants) "Come on, I think I'm picking up a scent."

"Logan, I think I'm going through labor!" Jean yelled, clutching her stomach.

"I should go with her, Logan." Storm said. "In case she is."


Rogue didn't feeling anything, she felt numb. She couldn't think either; it was like she was a ghost. She just watched as needles poked deeply into her skin, and watched as green liquid filled the tank. She breathed through the helmet, but watched as silvery things filled the needles. Then once the needles sank in her skin, the tank started to be renewed with red liquid.

Then all the feeling came back to Rogue- and great pain too. The needles suddenly hurt, and Rogue moved her body to get away from them, but they were everywhere! Things were filling her skin, making it hard to move, everything hurt. Rogue began to scream, but surprised herself when she did. Then she hurt voices and tons of footsteps.

"It's failing! Stop it!"

"We can't"

"She is going to die."

She continued to hear these things until the mask stopped giving her air to breathe. She felt the world begin to fade…


Logan soon tracked her down to the Canadian border, and followed her scent into a dark alley. Then he found not only Rogue's scent- but a familiar scent. Stryker.

"Come on, I know where she is. Xavier, stay here and help us track Rogue down. He may kill her." Logan ordered. Usually it was Charles Xavier whom gave orders- but not today.


The men took the woman who used to be light as a feather, and now seemed heavier than six million pounds.

"Is she still breathing?" Stryker asked impatiently.

"Yes sir, but barely. Her healing Factor isn't as fast as all the others we've done the experiment on." One of the men said, looking at his charts.

"Wonderful!" He yelled sarcastically. "Keep her under control until we see what damage we've done to her bones." He commanded, and some men rushed over, and stuck a few drops into the back of her neck. Rogue remained unconscious, but moaned a little at the burning pain.


Jean was rushed into the Med Lab, and quickly Orono got everything ready. It had only been at least a week or two into pregnancy- this wasn't normal! It usually took nine months for someone to start going into labor.

"Jean, now I want you to push." Orono said, getting ready. Amara began to help to, she'd seen way too much T.V. to know.

"I can't!" Jean yelled.

"Breathe!" Amara yelled dramatically. Orono gave her 'the look', and she smiled and shrugged.

"I'm trying to!" Jean said, taking deep breathes. Jean grabbed Amara's hand and squeezed it- hard. Amara winced, but went along.

"I think I see something…" Amara said, looking under the blanket. "It's a head." Orono went to work immediately. Soon, the baby was born. It was like any other baby too. Orono put it into the machines, started to clean it up, while Amara started to fix Jean up.

"It's a baby girl." Orono announced. "IT'S OKAY EVERYONE, COME ON DOWN!" Orono yelled through the door, knowing full well everyone was awaiting to see the new born baby.


Sorry, next chapter soon! Reviews please! (Oh, and I know usually the baby's name would be Rachael, but maybe since this is X-Men Evolution, perhaps we should name her something else? IDEAS!)