Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Xmen. I know, you're disappointed. Nor do I own the music, honestly, did you actually think I owned it? Feh, what dummy heads.
Howdy, I'm back!! Unfortunately my computer is still infected with the damn spy ware!! GRR..
My updates me dramatically slower. But they may be longer considering I just got out of school.
Thanks to:
Star-Of-Chaos: Remy is under a curse in which whenever Rogue has a psychotic moment, his coat must somehow have a tragic death. On the Pietro abuse, I figured that I was having way to many friendly scenes between Rogue and Pietro and it started to seem like a Rietro instead of a Romy. I had to remedy that situation.
DemonRogue13: Lol, it didn't end pretty? That's sad. I do it many times.. Many many times!! Fun times those were. Highly amusing that truly was.
EvosMyLife: Ooh, it seems everyone loves the Remy mourning period. T'was great no? I just pictured him doing it and I made it happen! Aww, you never traumatized a small child before? I did it to my neice.. Believe me, it was really mean and I should end up in an insane asylum.
Ishandahalf: I believe everyone wanted to do that in some point of their life. Me, on the other hand, have done just that. I'm a regular live wire I am!! (beams)
Spectra2: (bows) Thank you, Thank you!! I knew it was a master piece when I typed it. The world shall now know my genius.
EnchantedLight: Awww, you don't like Evan? Neither do I.. But to make up for that, Evan'll have to go through some torturous moments.
BlackDIAMONDdrop: Thank you!!!!! I'm ever so pleased that I have wowed you away with my story! It makes me all choked up inside.
Coon2010: Ohoo yeah!! Thank you beb!! You have no idea what kind of idea you just gave me. (grins evilly) Ohoooo yeah… Insanity runs through my veins like blood.
Recap: Pietro gets dragged away by a transvestite. Rogue runs into Monty. Emma's all impatient while Vera wants to get drunk. Blah, Blah, Blah. .
Oh and sorry ahead of time. This chapter will be pretty serious for a while. I think . What you thought I was going to do pointless humor the entire time? Nope, sorry for giving you that impression. This story does have a plot, I only breached it in chapter four. Now it shall take form. (wink wink) A free Remy clone for anyone who can figure out where I took the idea from.
Chapter 10: Session # 1: Asylum
" It was like, he was all alone..
Always dreaming.."
Monty strolled inside of the club, his head rocking to the beat of the music.
" Ah, the ol' HellFire Club…"
His hands at his side, he glided through the crowd of dancers. Each woman he passed by either glared at him viciously, a few smacked him for rubbing against their bottoms, then were the occasional few who would wink at him and pass him their phone numbers.
Reaching into his pocket, he stared at his prizes.
" A productive day's work indeed…"
Sliding onto one of the barstools, he ordered himself a gin and tonic. Pressing the earpiece, he attempted to get in contact with his partner. After a small moment, a familiar voice sounded into the communicator.
" Welcome ta Bob's Meat Grinder, home of de Shit Sandwich…How may ah serve ya?"
" Rogue?"
" Who else would it be?"
Monty laughed.
" Dunno, anyways, I'm in.."
" That's nice…." she sighed.
Monty frowned.
" Aww, you aren't still pouting about losing at rock, paper, scissors are you?"
A huffing noise before an answer.
" Ya cheated, ah know ya did…"
Monty rolled his eyes.
" Honey, you can't cheat at rock, paper, scissors…"
Another huff.
" It's possible…."
" And how would you know?"
" Ah have mah ways…"
Monty squinted as the strobe lights began to obstruct his vision.
" Wooooah…. "
" What?"
" The colors…The pretty colors…."
Monty could practically sense Rogue's trademark raise of eyebrows.
" Shut up, you'd sound like this too if you were in here.."
" Well, ah'm not in there now am ah?"
Monty frowned deeper.
" Oh Rogue, don't get testy just because you lost and you have to wait outside.."
" Shut up.." she grumbled.
Monty sighed internally.
" Oh for the love of all that's evil… It's not that boring out there now is it?"
" Yes." she answered with out hesitation.
Monty sipped his drink and stared calmly out into the crowd until something caught his eye.
" Oh well then find something to do in the meanwhile.. I got to go…"
" Fine, call me when ya see something.."
" Alright."
Monty flicked the ear piece off and slid it into his pocket.
" Time to play.."
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Rogue slumped down onto the curb, her emerald eyes downcast and dreary.
" SOoo bored…"
She had already spent the first fifteen minutes blowing smoke into an old lady's face because she said something derogatory about her outfit. Of course the old lady tried to beat her with her cane, but Rogue was too fast for her and dodged out of the way and continued to blow the cigarette smoke into her face. That was until the woman had a stroke. Then Rogue had run off and hid behind some teenagers, before the police could catch her.
" There's nothing fun t' do around here…." she whined.
Rogue stared at the street, her eyes clouding over and her mouth slightly agape.
" What t' do… What t' do…."
People walked by staring at the strange young woman talking to herself on the corner, but said nothing. Without warning, she suddenly leapt up, startling all around her and nearly stepping upon a small child.
" Ah have it!! AH HAVE AN IDEA!!"
With that, she whipped around and hugged the nearest person to her.
" AH HAVE AN IDEA!!!"
The man she had hugged stared after her in a daze, while his girlfriend scowled at him.
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Evan backed away slowly, his brown eyes wide with fear.
" W… W..w…Wanda?…."
Wanda's eyes flashing a violet hue and her raven black hair lifted into the air, which crackled vibrantly with energy.
" What were you doing inside my room?…" she hissed darkly.
Evan dropped the key in his hand, it landed with a clatter upon the hardwood floor.
" N.. N…Nothing…..It wasn't me…It was…"
" SHUT UP!" she screamed.
The mirror next to Evan's head shattered, nearly cutting him.
" But.. But it wasn't me, Wanda!! It was…"
By then, Piotr and Morph were watching on from their rooms. Morph glanced over to Piotr.
" What's going on here?"
Piotr shrugged.
" Seems to me that, Evan has invaded Wanda's privacy.. "
Morph shook his head.
" Oh… Well it doesn't look like this situation's going to turn out well.."
Piotr shook his head.
" From experience, no I believe it will not.."
" WHY WERE YOU IN MY ROOM!!!"
Evan's body began to shake out of fear. He could practically taste his own death.
" But… I. . . I . . .wasn't…"
Remy emerged from his room, shirtless and his auburn hair ruffled slightly. His sleepy crimson eyes staring dully at the site before him.
" What de hell's goin' on 'ere? Can't a homme take an after noon nap in peace?"
Wanda flashed a glare over at Remy.
" He went into my room, everyone knows what happens when someone goes into my room uninvited.." she hissed out, each word dripping with venom.
Remy shrugged.
" De homme don't seem like de one t' invade no one's personal space, Remy don' t'ink de Spikes homme would go into y' room, mon petit' fille ."
Wanda snarled at him.
" I am not your little girl.."
Remy held up his hands in mock defense.
" Woah, chere.. Calm down… Remy jus' sayin' dat Evan didn't go in y' room.."
Wanda held up her hand, around it was crackling death energy. (a/n: Mmm…crackling death energy)
" Wait up sis…. Spikes over here didn't go into your room.."
Everyone turned to glance at Pietro. He looked worse for wear. His shirt and jeans were torn up in many different areas, his arm hung limply, his usually flawless face had one huge purple bruise on it and his lip was split open.
" Woah, homme? What de hell happen t' you?"
Pietro ran his fingers through his platinum hair, his breath coming out in a exasperated sigh.
" Rogue happened to me.."
Everyone let out a knowing groan.
" Ooooh.." they spoke in unison.
Wanda rolled her eyes.
" Well, if it wasn't Evan who went into my room then who did?"
Pietro shrugged lightly.
" Rogue."
Now everyone expected Wanda to blow a fuse and go through a rampage in the house in order to find Rogue. Either that or destroy every item in the house until she came back but indeed the opposite did happen.
Wanda merely stood there blankly, the energy around her body dieing down.
" Oh, ok."
She turned on her heel and opened the door to her room. Walking in, she gave them all an acknowledging head nod and closed the door. Leaving everyone but Pietro staring on in confusion.
"Wait what happened here?" asked Remy in confusion.
Pietro beckoned them all to the den because the living room wasn't repaired yet.
" It's a long story, all beginning when both Rogue and Wanda met in the asylum…"
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Rogue sat calmly in the lawn chair, her arms resting on the sides. A pair of headphones were placed upon her ears, blasting music loudly. She hummed aloud to the lyrics.
" I know you like you think that your S--- don't stank…. But lean a little bit closer see the roses really smell like poo poo poo…"
" HEY GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROAD WOMAN!!!"
Rogue shifted in her seat and stared at the cars in front of her.
" CAROLINE…." she drawled out loudly.
The man glared at her harshly.
" Will you get your damn car out of the middle of the road woman? I need to get to work? "
Rogue kicked her legs into the air, her face beaming.
" Oh but why in the world would ah want t' do that?" she asked sweetly.
The man stared at her, his hazel eyes flaring.
" What the hell is wrong with you?! "
Rogue leaned back into her lawn chair.
" Well ah could tell ya afew things wrong with me, but if ya want the whole list it might take all day…"
The man snarled at her and got back into his car and continued to blare his horn loudly at her. People on the sidewalks stared and pointed at her. Whispering things about her.
" Look at the dumb girl over there…"
" Hey look Mama!!"
The mother glanced down at her child and puts her hand over the kid's eyes to shield them.
" No honey don't look, it's bad for you.."
" Mama, is that lady crazy?"
" Yes, honey, yes she is.."
" How did she get that way?"
Rogue casted a side wards glance at them, scaring the mother and child away.
' That is a good question….. Let's see ….'
[ WARNING WARNING FLASHBACK ALERT!! ]
Flash Back:
Rogue stared sullenly up at the ceiling, her emerald eyes growing blanker with each minute. She had been in the damned place for three years already, she was beginning to forget what the outside world looked like. The restraints around her arms began to dig into her side, the metal shrapnel glistened under the light of the moon. Her eyes flickered around the room, everywhere she looked was stone whitewashed with a puke colored gray, blended in with smudges of dirt and her blood. The steel door was heavily locked on the outside, thoroughly preventing any way of escape. The deneuralizer around her neck beeped with each minute, sending small chills up her spine. She had long grown used to the pin prick that would occasionally jab its way into the jugular vein in her neck but the pain never seemed to dim away.
Lifting her arms, she gazed solemnly at the metal bands around her wrists. They were supposed to prevent her from attempting to run, the second she stepped out of line, they would erupt with a huge electrical shock that was enough to make a grown man pass out. Her nails were cut down each month in order to keep her from scratching herself like she had done in her earlier years in the hellhole that was a correctional institute.
There were two cots in her room. One was once used by her former "room mate", she had long since snapped and was dragged out kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs. She could still remember Josie's sapphire eyes wide with terror as she realized that they were going to put her away. She didn't make enough progress in therapy, she didn't try they said. They said that she was a hopeless case so they had no other choice but to "dispose of her" . She remembered sitting there on her cot, watching helplessly as Josie cried out to her for help. She hadn't moved then. Her feet wouldn't work. After Josie had been taken away, Rogue had thrown a rampage in her cell, breaking everything that was in her sight which wasn't much to begin with. It came to the point in which she broke the single mirror in the room with her fist, using the shards she began to desperately scratch the locks from her wrists. The guards heard the commotion and came barreling in, they grabbed her and tried to force her onto the floor, but in the process, pieces of the broken mirror began to cut deeply into her back, making her scream louder. The guards, unknowing of what had transpired, continued to try to restrain her, all the while digging the shards deeper into the tender flesh in her back. It wasn't until she began to cough up blood, did they lift her from the hard cement floor and notice her rapidly increasing injury. They had roughly thrown her over their shoulder and dropped her off into the hospital wing where they desperately tried to sow her wounds up. They were successful in ceasing the blood flow for the moment, but hideous scars remained. Every now and then, when something would begin to upset her, the scars on her back would bleed and she would begin to cough. At times, it would just be a harsh dry cough while others would result in her puking up blood.
Everything in her room was of poor quality. The cots smelled like piss mixed with rotting meat, she could've sworn she had seen a couple cockroaches crawl out of them but she didn't dwell upon it. She didn't sleep on the cots anyway, she preferred the ground. It was a lot cleaner compared to anywhere else. The room was an interior decorator's nightmare. And the smell would make anyone who would come from the outside want to hurl. It was only the fact that she had to live her daily life in there was she even used to the scent.
A loud shriek brought her out of her mildly delusional reverie, glancing up at the door, she stared sullenly through the small glass window at the top.
A tall girl with shoulder length raven colored hair was being hauled down the hallway, her screams echoing down the corridors. She was wrapped tightly in a white straight jacket, her lavender eyes (a/n: I don't know the color of her eyes) flashed wildly, and her teeth were gritted.
" LET ME GO!!" she shrieked loudly.
The men held strong to her. She kicked out at them but one of the guards punched her hard in the gut, making her lose her breath.
Rogue watched on in sadistic humor until they seemed to be stopping in front of her room. Rogue quickly scooted over to the corner of the room, allowing for the darkness to shield her from sight. She heard the locks on the door automatically snap open and the familiar buzzing noise as the door swung open. The men pushed the girl inside and dropped her onto one of the cots, then turned and walked out; locking the door behind them. One of the soldiers, who was always a real asshole, called out through the window from the outside.
" You make friends ya here!!"
Some laughter from the outside sounded off. The girl on the bed hissed darkly and spat towards the door. After it died down, Rogue stepped out from the shadows.
The girl only seemed mildly surprised but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. She whipped around on the cot and flopped down, her face into the pillow.
Rogue tilted her head to the side, a small smirk playing across her face.
" Uh ah wouldn't do that if ah were ya… The last person who was here was a bed wetter.."
Immediately the girl leapt up from the cot, scowling hideously at the cot.
" Disgusting." she spat out.
Rogue shrugged and turned away.
" So what are ya in here for?"
The girl snarled at Rogue.
" That is none of your business.."
Rogue shrugged at her and walked back over to the corner.
" Fine, just being hospitable is all…"
Slumping down, she laid sprawled out onto the cement floor. Silence rang out the room before it was interrupted.
" Is there a restroom in this place?"
Rogue opened a single eye and stared passively at the girl.
" Naw, ya have t' hold it til morn', they take each of us out individually to the john. "
The girl scowled while Rogue grinned slightly.
" Didn't ya ever wonder why this place smells like piss?"
The girl glanced over at Rogue.
" You--?"
Rogue sat up quickly.
" Hell no. Unlike many people in this hell hole, ah can hold mah bladder…"
The girl nodded at her, then flopped down upon the floor. Drawing her knees up to her stomach, she stared blankly at Rogue.
" Why are you here? You seem sane enough to me."
Rogue brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
" Oh ah am, well ah was… Let's just say mah mother isn't exactly the lovin type."
The girl raised an eyebrow. Rogue leaned forward.
" Seeing as how ah revealed why ah'm here…" she spoke wryly.
The girl rolled her eyes and sighed.
" Fine, let's just say my father will die once I get out of this piece of shit…."
She shifted her arms slightly, the straight jacket making it difficult for her. Rogue nodded her head in understanding.
" The love of families eh, What bullshit, Ah'd love t' find the man who said that an' rip out his throat..."
The girl smirked slightly at her. Rogue smiled back, for once not a forced one.
" Name's Rogue, an' yours?"
The girl leaned her head on the back of the wall.
" I'm Wanda."
Rogue smiled at her, flashing her teeth.
" Oh ah can tell already, we are going ta have fun.."
End FlashBack:
Rogue sighed in her seat and stood up slowly. Leaving the chair in middle of the street, much to the dismay of the driver, Rogue walked over to the sidewalk. The people separated around her, allowing for her to walk through. A police man ran over to her.
" Excuse me Ma'am but I'm going to have to place you under arrest."
Rogue slowly gazed up at the officer, her emerald eyes flickering madly.
" What did ya say, sir?…"
The officer sputtered and couldn't speak for a while. Rogue walked past him, not giving him a second glance. Turning around she stared at a young teenager, probably only 15. He wore an all black shirt with the words Punk in white in the middle, his pants were like cargo pants but thirty sizes to big for him and black. Around his neck was a matching dog collar with spikes sticking out.
" Hey you, do ya have a smoke?" she asked dully.
The kid fumbled around his pocket until he pulled out a small pack of kools.
" Here you can have 'em.."
He handed them to her. Rogue stared at him blankly.
" The whole pack?"
The boy shrugged.
" It's not like I can't get more…Plus those cigs are for chicks."
Rogue smiled at him and patted his shoulder. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to him.
" Can't let ya walk away empty handed."
The boy took the money eagerly.
" Thanks.."
Rogue shrugged.
" No problem. "
Rogue continued to walk up the sidewalk, her mind reeling. A part of her wondering why Monty hadn't contacted her yet another still recalling the events of her past.
Pulling a lighter out of her pants pocket she lit the cigarette and placed it in her mouth. The smoke billowing around her in small swirls. Small red embers of ash fell to the ground only to die away to black the minute air touched it.
FlashBack:
It had been at least four months since Wanda had become Rogue's "room mate". They got along well enough, with Rogue's sporadic moments of silence and Wanda's unpredictable bouts of anger; they had become an unstoppable pair.
Every patient in the institute had to attend therapy sessions with some special man named Essex. Whenever Rogue went, it always ended with Essex storming out in a rage for he was never able to get a single reaction from her. Every question he would ask, she would reply with the reverse. Such as: How do you feel? Rogue would respond with How would you feel if you were stuck in a solid cement cell with a steel door which traps you from the outdoors. Seals you away from all that keeps the human body alive and kicking. How would you feel to be chained away from humanity, caged like an animal being told when to eat, when to sleep, even when to shit?! So tell me, Dr. Essex, how would you feel? Either she would answer that way or come back with a simple question but so hard to answer. " How are you feeling today?" " Why?" " Because I want to know how you feel?" " Why?" " Because I asked you?" " Why?" " Because it's my job" " Why?" "Because I chose this profession.." " Why?" ; this would always end up with the doctor revealing something hidden about himself , then of course he'd run out screaming something about insubordination and she would get tasered by the guards and dragged back to her room where she would relay to Wanda what transpired. They would laugh for a little while and by then the guards would come for her so that she could attend her session.
Now hers would be more violent. They would result in items randomly floating in the air and somehow chucking themselves at Essex, who is desperately trying to dodge anything that could quite possibly impale him. Wanda was the reason why they had the sessions switched from having the psychotherapy meetings in a regular room with desks an' such to an all white room, with a single chair in the middle. Essex would sit behind a glass window and ask her questions through a microphone and the speakers would sound off through out the room. His questions had about the same affect on Wanda as it did on Rogue, and Essex would end up storming out yelling about hopeless cases.
Now neither of them were stupid, both of them knew what happened to "hopeless" cases. They would be sent away to the chamber, they would be gassed and their lifeless bodies would be displaced in some shit ditch in the back of the institute. They were purposely causing trouble, it was the only key to their freedom. Knowing their parents, they were never to get out of the hellhole, so it was time to take matters into their more than capable hands.
It had happened one night, both Wanda and Rogue were calmly discussing the best way to disembowel someone when suddenly at least eight guards burst into their cell. They dove toward them, fully expecting them to be unprepared for their assault. Little did the guards know that each night, Rogue would undo Wanda's straight jacket, making her more able to move. Though it still rested on her shoulders, she could quickly discard it without a second thought. Plus, they practiced each night, after the usual commission ladies walked by shouting about how it was lights out, they practiced fighting. Of course both would wake up sore the next morning, grumpy and incredibly tired, it was all worth it. It had also taught them to be silent, fighting without making a single noise wasn't exactly an easy feat to accomplish, especially when someone was yanking you back by their hair.
So the guards were lunging towards them, but Rogue quickly sidestepped them and lifted her foot to connect with one of the guard's mouth, breaking his molars. Wanda flipped over two of the guards and pushed them roughly into the wall, Rogue picked up one of the guard's guns and placed it against one their heads. Squeezing the trigger pensively, she gazed over at the remaining guards while gesturing to Wanda with her free hands.
" Wanda, go grab his gun… And as for ya'll four, ah'd suggest ya back away from us unless ya want ya friend's head blown away.."
One of the guard's stepped forward.
" You wouldn't.."
Rogue tilted her head to the side and squeezed the trigger harder, making the man beneath her grasp tremble.
" Oh ah'm afraid ah would… Ya see being locked away here is quite discomfortin… an' ya seem t' lose all morals that ya originally once owned.."
The man snarled at her.
" You never had any morals, that's why you're in here.."
Rogue's emerald eyes flashed dangerously.
" WRONG! Ah did have morals… That was mah problem.. "
The guard took another step forward, Wanda's eyes narrowed at him and was about to attack him but Rogue shook her head.
" Blow him away, it doesn't matter to me. . . Even though you won't do it anyways.."
Rogue bared her teeth at him and let out a low snarl.
" Sorry t' disappoint ya then.."
Rogue pulled the trigger and the gun went off with a loud pop, Rogue practically saw the bullet leave the gun and rip into the man's skull, breaking through the hard surface of the bone. Her senses flared as she heard in his mind as the bullet skimmed into the brain, shrapnels exploding on the inside of his brain. His body propelled forward as if in slow motion, his brown eyes wide in shock, his mouth opened in horror. The lips moved silently in mid air as if spelling out some hidden phrase. Then seconds after, his head exploded, crimson red blood and viscera splattered across the wall and across the guard's faces. His body landed with a sickening thud, his face laying flat upon the ground; his helmet cracked into his face.
Rogue stood over him, holding the gun loosely in her hand, her eyes hidden by her long strands of platinum white bangs. The other guards plastered their backs upon the wall, their faces wide with horror. Wanda's eyes were wide with shock blended with another hidden emotion that she couldn't quite place. It wasn't disgust… no that wasn't it. A sense of ennui, apathy flashing through her. As if what Rogue had just done wasn't all that bad, as if the man's life was worthless already and deserved to die. Wanda shook her head and held her gun up to face the other guards.
" Does anyone else want to dispute what she says?"
The guards didn't speak, just stared at Rogue in pure terror. Wanda grabbed Rogue by her arm and dragged her out of the room. Just as Wanda was going to lead them up the hallway, Rogue pulled back. Wanda whipped around to glare at Rogue.
" What the hell are you doing?!"
Rogue stared up at Wanda.
" Shut up. "
She ran back to the cell, the guards just coming out of their shock. Rogue waved at them and flashed them a semi-psychotic grin.
" Hope ya like solitude."
Before they could react, Rogue slammed the steel door shut and slapped the locks on it. Then she turned back around and ran up to Wanda.
" To keep them from alerting anyone else before it's time.."
Wanda nodded and they both head down the hallway. Suddenly the alarm went off in the building. Wanda cursed aloud while Rogue snarled.
" Damn, it looks like we'll have more of a fight then…"
Gun shots rang out behind them, also the sounds of yelling.
" Shit , it sounds like about fifteen of dem.."
Rogue glanced around the room, searching for anything that could give them an advantage. Noticing a huge switch on the wall, she grinned. It was the one they used to escort all of the patients into the cafeteria for them to get food. Rogue dove for it and smashed it down, breaking it so the doors wouldn't reshut. All of the doors opened, releasing the patients inside. At first they were at a state of surprise and the next minute was filled with billions of people rushing out in a state of uproar.
Rogue ran beside Wanda and led her through the crowds, seeing as she was known as the untouchable in her younger days because of her absorption power she had grown quite handy at the skill of avoiding contact with others.
" C'mon, this'll distract 'em for a while.."
Wanda nodded and they both ran hard. A few guards tried to jump in the way, a desperate attempt to stop them from escaping. This time, Wanda lifted up her gun and shot each one in the chest. Not caring whether or not if they were killed.
Groups of people cheered around them and they all dispersed, hoping to find someway out of the hell hole. A lot of the patients were fighting other guards or commission women, some were winning… a lot were losing from their lack of skill and energy. Rogue assisted them by throwing them her gun.
" Here, see if that can help ya odds.."
" THERE!!" shouted Wanda.
Rogue whipped around to stare at Wanda.
" What?"
" There's an exit!!"
Rogue stared over at where Wanda was staring at. It was a window, the first one she had seen in three years. She sucked in her breath slightly.
" Yes, it is.."
The sound of someone getting tasered behind them broke their concentration.
" C'mon!" urged Wanda.
Rogue nodded, wide eyed.
They both ran to the window, but was stopped short by another guard.
" No you don't.." he hissed.
Both Rogue and Wanda tilted their heads to the side.
" Oh and who's gonna stop us eh? You?" spoke Wanda aloud.
The guard frowned and lunged at them. Both Rogue and Wanda delivered simultaneously roundhouse kicks to the man's head, knocking him flat out unconscious. More gun shots inspired them to not gloat in their winning.
Rogue felt as the bullets flashed past their heads, grazing against their arms and legs. But neither would falter in their attempt to escape. In a split second, both of them jumped through the window, glass shattering around their heads as they fell five feet to the ground. Landing softly, both Rogue and Wanda ran as hard as they could to the forest. From what they could tell, it was huge and it was highly unlikely for them to be found through out all the chaos.
Diving behind a tree to avoid spotlights gliding around the property, Rogue grinned over at Wanda.
" Didn't ah tell ya we were going ta have fun?"
Wanda smirked at Rogue.
" Not what I had in mind but whatever floats your boat.."
Checking for any guards, and dodging flying bullets both Rogue and Wanda raced for their freedom.
End FlashBack:
Rogue took a long drag on her cigarette and sighed.
" That was fun.."
Standing across the street from the Hellfire Club, she stared solemnly.
' Ah wonder what's taking him so long?'
The minute she thought the question, she immediately pictured Monty strapped to a chair with leather bondage ball in his mouth. A tall woman with her long black hair in a high ponytail, standing over him whipping him, while the so called man named Kiosuke looked on in amusement laughing evilly.
Shuddering, Rogue sat down upon the curb.
" Knowing that dumb ass, he would probably like it.."
A small crackling noise erupted from her earpiece, jolting her.
" Yo.. Yo…Rogue you there?"
Rogue placed her hand next to her ear adjusting the volume. In her opposite hand was her cigarette, still smoking away.
" Yeah.."
" I found him.. Come through the back.."
Rogue stood up slowly and brushed off her pants nonchalantly.
" Alright.."
" Make sure you come through the back.. I count three guys with him.."
" Yeah, yeah…"
Rogue turned her ear phone off and placed her headphones over her ears. Blasting Evanescence's "Tourniquet" into her brain, she headed behind the HellFire Club. Placing the cigarette on her lips, she began to hum out loud to the words.
" My God, My Tourniquet… Return to me Salvation…."
When she reached the back, there was a heavily built man standing guard. He glanced up at her, but Rogue made it seem like she didn't see him by shielding her eyes with her hair while humming her song. The man stared at her before opening his mouth.
" Hey you, what are you doing back here… Go back up front…"
Rogue danced over to him, ignoring his warning. The man leaned down to her height as if that would explain it better.
" Hey, I said…"
Without warning, Rogue smashed her heel into his groin. As he doubled over, she delivered a spin kick to his head, her steel toed boot knocking him out.
' Yet another victim of shoe vs. skull…'
Rogue headed into the door, humming her song all the way. The men in the room turned to look at her. One man was asian with long black hair, his eyes were so dark they nearly looked black. Another had short stubby blond hair and blue eyes while the other had mahogany brown hair with gray eyes. A moderately pretty woman with a short red dress on was sitting next to the asian guy.
" What? What are you doing here?"
A crash came from behind them, there stood Monty in the doorway, his gun held point blank at the Asian guy's head.
" No one move.."
The blond guy swore aloud and pushed his table over.
" I knew this was a set up!!!"
Pulling out his AK-47, he attempted to shoot Rogue down. Rogue backflipped out of the way and rounded onto the wall and drop kicked him in the head. Monty smashed the brunette guy's face in and quickly grabbed the asian before he could escape. Rogue flipped the cigarette out of her mouth and stepped on it.
" This here is Kiosuke, Yukimura Tobedia's confidant.." spouted Monty.
The man named Kiosuke squirmed in Monty's firm grasp. He opened his mouth and a blur of Japanese flew out, making both Rogue and Monty stare at him strangely.
" Uh, we should leave the interrogation t' Theo.."
Monty nodded his head in agreement and was about to press his communicator when the sound of a toilet flushing grasped both of their attention. Turning around, Rogue, Monty, and Kiosuke watched a door swing open and out walked a man in baggy clothes and a backwards White Soxs hat. He stared at them momentarily before catching onto the situation. He whipped out his gun and pointed it at the woman.
Rogue shot a glare over to Monty.
" Hey Monty?"
" What?" he answered.
" Ah thought ya said there was only three.."
Monty shrugged uneasily.
" Well, miscalculations can be made but still for the sake of--"
Rogue whipped around to flash Monty her most dangerous death glare.
" Oh don't give me that art of war bull crap!!"
Rogue whipped around and pointed to the white sox man with his gun pointed at the young lady.
" And you!! Ya take too long t' take a shit!"
The man started before growling at her.
" Shut up or she gets it!"
Rogue tilted her head to the side.
" Go ahead then…Doesn't matter t' me.. "
Monty glanced up.
" Rogue…"
"See, we aren't cops an' we aren't de F.B.I. . We could give a shit about the world an' the people in it… So ah guess today ain't ya lucky day lady.." Rogue continued, ignoring Monty.
The woman snarled at her.
" You bitch!" she cried out.
Rogue shrugged while the white sox man growled.
" Cowboy Scum…"
He moved his hand to shoot her but Rogue was too fast, the minute he went to pull the trigger; Rogue was half way across the room, kneeing him in the gut. He fell over, breath knocked out of him. Rogue kicked him in the head to knock him out .
The woman fell to the floor with a thud, her eyes wide with shock.
" He… He… Called you a cowboy, what did he mean?"
Rogue stretched outwards, cracking her back. Glancing over at Monty, they both grinned.
" We jus' simple bounty hunters ma'am.."
Rogue reached down and placed a pair of special shackles around the woman's arms.
" See ya on the flipside honey, ah bet ya worth some money…"
The woman opened her mouth to retort but the shackles had already began to glow and she disapparated.
Rogue glided over to Monty.
" Ooh, Theo had better be happy with this…"
Monty shrugged.
" Knowing him…. He won't."
Rogue shrugged and placed the cuffs around Kiosuke's wrists.
" BuhBye! Say hi to Emma for me.." she waved at Kiosuke.
Immediately he disappeared. Monty relaxed his arms.
" Wooh, time to clubbing now that this is done..Wanna join me?"
Rogue shrugged.
" Sure, got nothing else t' do.."
Monty beamed and ran out of the room, bouncing into the club. Rogue followed behind, smirking.
" Ooh, this was fun too… My, how mah life is ever so fun…"
Okay, maybe this chapter was just a wee bit too serious but hey, ah warned ya that Rogue had a reason for being insane! So there it is.. Now we can get back to pointless humor..
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