Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Xmen. I know, you're disappointed. Oh yeah. . . Ein and Ed are cute. . .
Oh dear. . . I didn't mean for the last chapter to make you even sadder. . . . Oops. . (laughs apathetically)
Thanks to:
Freak 87: Oh but don't you see the fun in the whole making everyone depressed except Rogue because she can't remember that she's supposed to be depressed? See, in that chapter I didn't make Rogue as nutty as I was going to originally make her, I decided to save that for later. .. . . .Curse you for figuring out my secret. . . (growls) I'm going to have to devour your soul now.
Fudje: Yeah, doesn't St.. John just have the devil's luck? (laughs hysterically) Oh I just made Xavier say that so we could get Rogue out of the asylum. She already broke out of one, she didn't need to break out from another. Oh and as for Belle. . . . I don't know why she's a nurse… LET ALL WHO STAND IN MY WAY BE VANQUISHED WITH THE MIGHTY FIST OF DESTRUCTION!!!
Ishandahalf: Fix Rogue? Fix Rogue?!! But if I fix her, then where shall you get your dramatic hand gestures and sing alongs? Oh no we can't fix her, nope not at all. . But don't worry, Our sexy little Cajun will get his come up'pins. Oh yeah. . . .
Emerald Kat's Eye: Oh yeah. . . (drools) Hot sexy naked Remy. . . . Oh yeah. . . (slaps herself) Stop that you dirty, dirty mind!!
RogueChere: OH YOU MAY HAVE WON THIS ROUND ROGUECHERE!!! BUT I SHALL BE BACK AND WOE TO ALL WHO STAND IN MY PATH OF DESTRUCTION!! Oh and you'll find out momentarily why Rogue was in an asylum.
GreenFairyGirl: Oh hun, that chapter's on it's way. . . It's just coming out slower 'cause I'm trying to untangle a mysterious web that I wove in the story and it's proving to be quite the pain in the arse.
SickMindSucker: Oh of course our sweet little Roguey shall get through this perilous situation. . . But nobody said anything about the rest of them. . . (evil laughter)
HAPPY NOTICE O' LIFE: Bella Donna was a nurse in the last chapter. (laughs wildly) I hope I didn't make all my happy reviewers think I like the little Cajun wench. . . We wouldn't want to have you think that now would we ? No, no we wouldn't. . . that would be shameful. The idea had randomly popped into my mind and I decided to weave a web of mystery by sticking her into the story. . . Did it work? And woah, was she really that nice? Damn. . . I didn't think I made her all that nice. . .
Oh and guess what else I noticed? I have over a hundred reviews. . . HUZZAH!!! (celebrates with pop rockets and pocky)
RECAP: Rogue has no memory. . . Seriously folks, you're getting worse than me if you can't remember what happened last chapter. (shakes her head shamefully)
Walking Alongside the Devil
Session 18: Silver River
" Totally different feel of intensity. .
More playful. . . "
Rogue sat in the X-Jeep, her slender fingers dragging a slow line across the leather interior. The wind whipped through the auburn strands of hair, lifting them gently into the air.
Throwing her head back, she stared into the azure blue sky. Taking in a deep breath, Rogue smiled to herself.
' Finally out of dat damned place…"
Glancing out of the corner of her left eye, Rogue caught sight of a burly man. . .
' Mmmm….burly. . . . " she thought to herself..
Rogue turned her eyes back to stare out at the scenery. As they were speeding down the road, Rogue's eyes caught upon a gray haired old lady. She slowly edged her way down the smooth sidewalk, her head lowered to the ground.
" Hey look an old lady….. Urge t' harass. . .rising….."she muttered.
The burly man glanced over at her, his eyebrow cocked suspiciously.
" Don't you even think about it Stripes…"
Rogue tilted her head to the side.
" But isn't it a little too late for that? Ah mean, ah've obviously already started thinking' about it if ah said it out loud…" she queried to the man.
The burly man groaned and rolled his eyes.
" Even with lost memories, she's still a smart aleck. . . " he murmured.
Rogue didn't understand what he was talking about so she turned her attention back to the rapidly passing sidewalk. A small boy wearing a red baseball cap with a pinwheel was seen skipping along the cracks of the ground. In his hand was a rather large rainbow lollipop that seemed to be permanently sealed to his fingertips.
" Urge to shatter little child's dreams……rising…." she muttered once more.
The burly man let out a small laugh but quickly covered it up with a poorly placed cough. Rogue caught the action and grinned slightly.
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" ROGUE!!"
Remy LeBeau flew through the streets at rapid speeds unknown to man. His Harley Davidson beginning to smoke from the sheer intensity of Remy's love for a certain little Southern Belle.
Behind him was a rather frightened Australian. He clung with all his strenght to the seat and to Remy's back as Remy decided to make a daring turn on DeadMan's curve.
" Oy! MATE!! The Sheila ain't goin' nowhere!!!!"
Remy ignored the terrified Aussie and continued to press down upon the gas of the motorcycle.
John closed his eyes tight, a silent prayer falling upon deaf ears as they continued to whiz by vast amounts of traffic.
" WHY DID I LET YOU CONVINCE ME INTO COMING?!!!!"
This time Remy flashed John a mischievous smile, his eyes flaring impishly.
" 'Cause ya' were worried about Remy's welfare and y' came out of de goodness of y' heart…"
John glared back at Remy, his orange hair whipping behind him.
" Damn conscious……..HOLY HELL MATE!! WATCH THE BLOODY ROAD!!!!"
Remy's gaze drifted back to the road. Swerving quickly to the left, he narrowly missed hitting a crotchety old woman who had begun to cross the street.
" De crisis is now averted.."
John let out a pitiful wail.
" WE GONNA DIE!!"
Remy laughed maniacally as he continued down the road, passing a small child skipping down a sidewalk.
" Dat kid be looking' like he needs t' know de secret of life…."
Remy came to a sudden halt, sending John hurtling off the bike and into the road several miles away.
" AIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!" was all that was heard.
The child stopped skipping and decided to stare at the handsome Cajun. Remy bent down in front of the brown haired child.
" My, Ain't y' just a cute little chil'?"
The freckled little boy smiled sheepishly at Remy, his grip on the lollipop tightening.
" Awww….Geez….Mishtuh…T'ank…You…" (mishtuh: mister)
Remy tilted his head to the side.
" Oh and y' have a lisp too?…. Now if dat isn't one of de most cutest t'ings ever…"
The little boy blushed and began to rock back and forth on the heels of his shoes.
(a/n: picture the sound of someone whistling ever time they made the S-sound)
" Dank you…..Mistah…"
Remy ruffled the child's hair.
" De name is Remy…"
The child took a long lick of his lollipop. Remy allowed for a long smile to grace his lips.
" Y' be looking' like y' enjoyin' dat dere lollipop…"
The boy nodded his head slowly, his blue eyes glittering. Remy flashed another smile.
" A mighty fine lollipop indeed…."
Remy ripped the lollipop from the kid's mouth and dangled it into the air.
" Remy wonder if dis be tastin' like strawberry or cherry?…"
The child's lower lip began to tremble slightly as he felt the warmth of his, oh so delicious, lollipop missing from the inner compartments of his mouth. His eyes began to glisten with the unshed tears that had already began to build up from the inside.
" Please Mishtah….give it back…"
Remy glanced down at the boy.
" Oh. . . Je Suis Desole, Didn't mean t' be so rude.."
Remy shoved the lollipop back into the kid's mouth. The child seemed pleased enough so he ceased his tirade of pitiful childish agony.
Remy sat down on the sidewalk and motioned for the kid to come and sit next to him.
" Hey kid…..Do y' have a Mommy and Daddy?"
The boy nodded his head slowly.
" Yes… Mommy and Daddy both work at the ice cream parlor.."
Remy smiled at the child.
" Oh dat mus' be nice…"
The little freckled boy beamed. Remy ruffled his hair once more.
" Didn't yo' parents ever tell y' not t' talk t' strangers?!"
The little boy shook his head no. Remy tsked loudly, the wind whipping his auburn hair directly into his line of vision.
" Dey should 'ave tol' y' dat …."
The little boy stared up at Remy innocently.
" Why Mishtah?…"
Remy beckoned for the child to come closer.
" Remy gon' tell y' why now."
The boy leaned into Remy so he could hear better.
" Y' see, when little boys start talkin' t' strangers…. Bad t'ings start t' happen. "
The boy gasped slightly.
" What bad things?"
Remy moved his hands conspiratorily.
" First de little boy be swooped away into a van of some sort, den he'd be forced t' commit acts unknown to man….When de parents find de little boy later….. They always gonna find something horribly wrong wit 'im…"
The boy began to tremble.
" What's wrong with the boy, Mishtah?"
" Dey always find de little boys wit' rats in dere anuses…"
The little boy's eyes widen dramtically and he opens his mouth to shriek.
" MOOOMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Remy flashed the boy a horrifying smile before leaping onto his motorcycle and speeding off.
' Dat was done in dedication t' Rogue…' Remy thought to himself.
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St. John Allerdyce groaned as he heaved himself u p from the black topped street.
" Oh bloody 'ell. .. Where am I?"
All he could remember was being sent sailing off Remy's bike. He saw many a site as he sailed over the crowds of people. It was fun. Oh so much fun.
The simultaneous honk of a jeep startled John out of his fun induced reverie.
" Get out of the road!!"
John glanced up and found himself staring directly at a burly looking man. Gazing over to the passenger's seat, his eyes fixated upon a skunk haired girl.
" Hey!!! You are one of them Xmen ain't ya?!! You're the Badger or something?… Right? Right? Right?!!! " John shouted out randomly.
The burly man stared long and hard at John.
" Wolverine, and you're that pyromanic little Aussie who works as a lackey for Magneto…" he grunted.
John placed a hand upon his hip, his face displaying outright hurt at the remark.
" Hey mate, I'm no lackey…. I'm a. . . . Specially trained Fire Distributor. "
The burly man rolled his eyes and growled.
" Fire Distributor. . . Pyromaniac. . . . End to All Mankind. . . Whatever.."
John stuck his tongue out childishly at the burly man he so nicknamed as the Badger. Quickly he redirected himself to the girl in the passenger's seat.
" 'Alo, There Rogue!!!"
Rogue stared back at him blankly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She quickly whipped around to glance at the burly man.
" Ah like him!!! Can we keep him Mr. Badger?!!!"
The burly man scowled at the name.
" My name is not Badger, it's Wolverine!"
Rogue waved her hand nonchalantly.
" Whatever….Badger. . . Can ah keep him?"
Wolverine let out a weary sigh.
" I don't care anymore.."
Rogue let out a happy squeal and beckoned for John to sit in the jeep with them.
" Oh what fun times we shall have!!!"
That's it cuz I got lazy again. . . So deliciously lazy. I feel the edges of laziness creeping even further into my veins making me explode with randomness.
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