5.
In the early hours of the morning, Remy LeBeau stood like a statue in the gym, holding between his gloved hands, a metal staff. Silently he began to move, spinning and striking with the grace of a serpent. Not even the movement of his long brown jacket made a sound. His red on black eyes constantly scanned the room for movement, his sharp hearing ready to catch even the smallest noise. He halted his practice when he began to sweat. Removing his jacket and shirt, he stood like a roman sculpture, muscles rippling across his body.
He picked up his staff once more spinning it faster and faster practicing one of the many forms he'd developed over the years. He'd taken pieces from each of the world's martial arts and bent them to his needs. He moved even faster, striking harder, but still remained silent as death. Only the sound of his breathing would have given him away. He soon felt his muscles nearing their limits, and finished his form. Then he saw her.
She must have flown into the doorway so he wouldn't hear. He smiled.
"You like what you see, Chere?" He slowly collapsed the staff making sure she could see his muscles flex in the process. As she stepped into the light, Gambit grunted. "Gambit like what he see..." The sight of her always stunned him. She smiled demurely as she sauntered toward him. She had the look of a panther chasing prey. He smiled back. A moment later she was in his arms. He bent toward her and kissed her, pulling back only seconds after their lips met. He watched his intense love and fiery lust wash over her. He'd learned when to stop so that her power had brought some of him into her, but not so much that he hurt. Sometimes though, he didn't care. Sometimes, he thought, it would be worth it.
She grinned "Ya smell, Swamprat." She said. "Ah think ya need a shower."
"'Dat sound like an invitation, Chere." He said, a grin spreading across his face. "Den maybe you fin out what Gambit can really do..."
Rogue moved in close, her breasts pressing against his bare skin. Then she whispered in his ear. "Ah think yer dreamin' sugar." She grinned as she floated out of his embrace and out of the gym.
"Aww, C'mon, Chere! Gambit not ready to wake up jus yet!" By then though, she was gone. Muttering to himself as he picked his clothes up, he walked back to his room. "Why she gotta do dat to Gambit all da time. Fire him up den leave..." Gambit huffed as he entered his room and finished what Rogue had started before climbing into bed.
Raien woke slowly amid a tangle of arms, legs, and fur. Never in his life had he been so content. He smiled as he watched Chimera sleep. Laying here like this was what heaven must be like. He closed his eyes and lay there a moment before sighing happily and drifting back off. He never wanted to get out of bed.
A few hours later, a soft sound woke him. At first he thought Chimera was snoring. Then Chimera's hands began to kneed Raien's body. Raien smiled and opened his eyes again. Chimera was still asleep. Raien chuckled.
"Chimera... Chimera? Wake up... You're..." he paused as he stifled a laugh. "You're purring!"
Emma Frost woke suddenly to a knock on her small apartment doors. Seconds later, before waiting for her to even respond, they entered. Two of FoH's higher ranking leaders. Her mouth curled up in disgust. Never in a million years would she have even considered bedding either man. What angered her even more was that there was nothing between her and braiding their pathetic minds until their thoughts oozed. She couldn't though. They'd taken the one thing that really mattered in her life, and held it over her head to make her do their bidding.
They'd both removed their pants. She sighed as she wet her lips and tried to muster up even the smallest amount of arousal. Of course, what the soldiers saw was a woman who looked as if she'd been starved for sex and had finally found two men who could give her deliverance. She didn't even have to use her powers to make them think that. Her natural power over men was un-matched.
They sleazed their way to her bed, one gripping her hair, the other circling behind her. She rolled her eyes. Foreplay was obviously a foreign concept to these two. The man behind entered her roughly, beginning to pump. The man in front of her brought her head to his crotch and pushed himself into her mouth. She nearly laughed when he opened his trap.
"You like that? Suck my dick, bitch." The one in front said. She almost laughed again. She really wouldn't even have called his member a 'dick'. It was more of a 'prick'. If that. A full three minutes later the man behind her came. A new record... she thought ruefully. He pulled out and began putting his pants on.
"Oh yeah." The one in front said abruptly, pulling out of her mouth. Only when he turned to get back into his clothing did she realize he must have come. She raised an eyebrow. Either he had just tried to fake an orgasm, or worse, he did come. Either way, the man was pathetic. She wanted to put the bastard out of his misery.
The door slammed shut as the two left. She allowed the hatred she felt toward them to boil to the surface as she removed what little clothing she still had on and entered the bathroom to turn the shower on. She despised FoH. She took off her earrings and unclasped her necklace. She stopped, holding the locket in front of her face. She opened it, and the face of a little girl with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes smiled back at her. Her heart broke as she unwillingly began to remember.
Years before, when FoH was more than a group of ignorant ex-White Supremists, Emma had been with a man. She had met him at a health spa she frequented. What had started as an innocent conversation among two very wealthy people had turned physical very quickly. They parted ways without so much as exchanging names. It hadn't been love, but something more primal.
A few later she began feeling sick in the morning. She didn't want to believe she could be pregnant, but when she went into the hospital, that was what they told her. The months flew by. Emma did not want to be a mother. She had so many plans which were still unfinished. Plots within plots that she had balanced for years to advance herself in whatever organization she belonged to at the time. She had a frigid personality, fitting her surname: Frost. She liked being ruthless. She liked being evil. She knew that people would take advantage of her if she left an opening for them to do so, therefore she took advantage of everyone she could, sometimes using her impressive telepathic abilities, but mostly using her superior intellect.
Then Elisha was born. Emma's world toppled in on itself. She hadn't expected to feel this way about a child. She had planned to give the child up. When she saw her baby's crystal blue eyes staring into hers, she knew she couldn't. For the first time in her life, she had felt something for someone other than herself. Suddenly all of her plans seemed pointless to her. She had even entertained the idea of joining the Xavier Institute, where she knew her child would be safe. The idea didn't last long though. She'd done enough to them that they would probably kill her on sight.
So she had pulled her money out of nearly everything she'd invested in, leaving only enough to keep doors open. She moved to France and purchased a large house. She'd hired a Nanny for her daughter. She had laid the foundation for a happy life with her daughter.
Late one night, Emma felt a prescence nearing her house. Four different men. She entered their minds, and felt their motives. They were here to catch her. 'Well', she thought, 'They're going to try to catch me...' She chuckled as she stepped out onto her marble balcony. She leaned on the railing and watched them sneak through her gardens, thinking they were being stealthy.
"You're tresspassing." she said, the powers of her mind turning her icy voice into a booming roll of thunder. She watched terror light up each of their disgusting faces. One tried to level his rifle at her. She cracked his mind like an egg and watched him slump to the ground, his hands only having made it halfway to his head. The remaining three looked at their fallen comrade and screamed as they turned and ran. Emma rolled her eyes and sighed. The men had nearly made it to the gate before Emma decided to kill them. She killed the ones to the rear, and simply halted the one in the front. Reaching into his fragile mind, she twisted. She slowly squeezed until his motor functions wavered. Then she ripped, making the damage she'd done permanant. Into his broken mind, she spoke.
"Tell your friends to leave my daughter and I alone. You are alive only because I chose not to kill you. Come again, and you'll wish I had."
The soldier stumbled out of her property as quickly as his crippled mind could work his legs. Then she heard a scream. It was Elisha. Emma sprinted back into her house, to her daughter's room. She couldn't sense anyone else in the room with her, but the terror that was washing over her daughter's mind was enough to tell Emma that something was very wrong. As she rounded the last corner, she felt electricity in the air. Through the doorway, she saw a glowing circle of light by her daughter's bed. There was another soldier there, wearing something on his head. She lashed out with her mind, something that would have shattered the man's brain. Her attack didn't do anything. She tried again. He turned toward her, Emma's daughter in his arms reaching out to her.
The next few moments burned themselves into Emma's memory. He daughter was screaming, tears streaming down her innocent face. The man blew Emma a kiss, and took a step backward disappearing into the light behind him. Emma had finally reached the bed. Hoping she could make it after him, she lauched herself toward the light. It winked out just before she hit it. Emma landed in a heap after crashing headlong into the wall. Terror in her heart and tears blurring her vision, she reached a hand toward the place the light had been.
"Elisha..." she whispered. She felt her daughter's presence fade from her mind. They'd beaten her.
In the early hours of the morning, Remy LeBeau stood like a statue in the gym, holding between his gloved hands, a metal staff. Silently he began to move, spinning and striking with the grace of a serpent. Not even the movement of his long brown jacket made a sound. His red on black eyes constantly scanned the room for movement, his sharp hearing ready to catch even the smallest noise. He halted his practice when he began to sweat. Removing his jacket and shirt, he stood like a roman sculpture, muscles rippling across his body.
He picked up his staff once more spinning it faster and faster practicing one of the many forms he'd developed over the years. He'd taken pieces from each of the world's martial arts and bent them to his needs. He moved even faster, striking harder, but still remained silent as death. Only the sound of his breathing would have given him away. He soon felt his muscles nearing their limits, and finished his form. Then he saw her.
She must have flown into the doorway so he wouldn't hear. He smiled.
"You like what you see, Chere?" He slowly collapsed the staff making sure she could see his muscles flex in the process. As she stepped into the light, Gambit grunted. "Gambit like what he see..." The sight of her always stunned him. She smiled demurely as she sauntered toward him. She had the look of a panther chasing prey. He smiled back. A moment later she was in his arms. He bent toward her and kissed her, pulling back only seconds after their lips met. He watched his intense love and fiery lust wash over her. He'd learned when to stop so that her power had brought some of him into her, but not so much that he hurt. Sometimes though, he didn't care. Sometimes, he thought, it would be worth it.
She grinned "Ya smell, Swamprat." She said. "Ah think ya need a shower."
"'Dat sound like an invitation, Chere." He said, a grin spreading across his face. "Den maybe you fin out what Gambit can really do..."
Rogue moved in close, her breasts pressing against his bare skin. Then she whispered in his ear. "Ah think yer dreamin' sugar." She grinned as she floated out of his embrace and out of the gym.
"Aww, C'mon, Chere! Gambit not ready to wake up jus yet!" By then though, she was gone. Muttering to himself as he picked his clothes up, he walked back to his room. "Why she gotta do dat to Gambit all da time. Fire him up den leave..." Gambit huffed as he entered his room and finished what Rogue had started before climbing into bed.
Raien woke slowly amid a tangle of arms, legs, and fur. Never in his life had he been so content. He smiled as he watched Chimera sleep. Laying here like this was what heaven must be like. He closed his eyes and lay there a moment before sighing happily and drifting back off. He never wanted to get out of bed.
A few hours later, a soft sound woke him. At first he thought Chimera was snoring. Then Chimera's hands began to kneed Raien's body. Raien smiled and opened his eyes again. Chimera was still asleep. Raien chuckled.
"Chimera... Chimera? Wake up... You're..." he paused as he stifled a laugh. "You're purring!"
Emma Frost woke suddenly to a knock on her small apartment doors. Seconds later, before waiting for her to even respond, they entered. Two of FoH's higher ranking leaders. Her mouth curled up in disgust. Never in a million years would she have even considered bedding either man. What angered her even more was that there was nothing between her and braiding their pathetic minds until their thoughts oozed. She couldn't though. They'd taken the one thing that really mattered in her life, and held it over her head to make her do their bidding.
They'd both removed their pants. She sighed as she wet her lips and tried to muster up even the smallest amount of arousal. Of course, what the soldiers saw was a woman who looked as if she'd been starved for sex and had finally found two men who could give her deliverance. She didn't even have to use her powers to make them think that. Her natural power over men was un-matched.
They sleazed their way to her bed, one gripping her hair, the other circling behind her. She rolled her eyes. Foreplay was obviously a foreign concept to these two. The man behind entered her roughly, beginning to pump. The man in front of her brought her head to his crotch and pushed himself into her mouth. She nearly laughed when he opened his trap.
"You like that? Suck my dick, bitch." The one in front said. She almost laughed again. She really wouldn't even have called his member a 'dick'. It was more of a 'prick'. If that. A full three minutes later the man behind her came. A new record... she thought ruefully. He pulled out and began putting his pants on.
"Oh yeah." The one in front said abruptly, pulling out of her mouth. Only when he turned to get back into his clothing did she realize he must have come. She raised an eyebrow. Either he had just tried to fake an orgasm, or worse, he did come. Either way, the man was pathetic. She wanted to put the bastard out of his misery.
The door slammed shut as the two left. She allowed the hatred she felt toward them to boil to the surface as she removed what little clothing she still had on and entered the bathroom to turn the shower on. She despised FoH. She took off her earrings and unclasped her necklace. She stopped, holding the locket in front of her face. She opened it, and the face of a little girl with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes smiled back at her. Her heart broke as she unwillingly began to remember.
Years before, when FoH was more than a group of ignorant ex-White Supremists, Emma had been with a man. She had met him at a health spa she frequented. What had started as an innocent conversation among two very wealthy people had turned physical very quickly. They parted ways without so much as exchanging names. It hadn't been love, but something more primal.
A few later she began feeling sick in the morning. She didn't want to believe she could be pregnant, but when she went into the hospital, that was what they told her. The months flew by. Emma did not want to be a mother. She had so many plans which were still unfinished. Plots within plots that she had balanced for years to advance herself in whatever organization she belonged to at the time. She had a frigid personality, fitting her surname: Frost. She liked being ruthless. She liked being evil. She knew that people would take advantage of her if she left an opening for them to do so, therefore she took advantage of everyone she could, sometimes using her impressive telepathic abilities, but mostly using her superior intellect.
Then Elisha was born. Emma's world toppled in on itself. She hadn't expected to feel this way about a child. She had planned to give the child up. When she saw her baby's crystal blue eyes staring into hers, she knew she couldn't. For the first time in her life, she had felt something for someone other than herself. Suddenly all of her plans seemed pointless to her. She had even entertained the idea of joining the Xavier Institute, where she knew her child would be safe. The idea didn't last long though. She'd done enough to them that they would probably kill her on sight.
So she had pulled her money out of nearly everything she'd invested in, leaving only enough to keep doors open. She moved to France and purchased a large house. She'd hired a Nanny for her daughter. She had laid the foundation for a happy life with her daughter.
Late one night, Emma felt a prescence nearing her house. Four different men. She entered their minds, and felt their motives. They were here to catch her. 'Well', she thought, 'They're going to try to catch me...' She chuckled as she stepped out onto her marble balcony. She leaned on the railing and watched them sneak through her gardens, thinking they were being stealthy.
"You're tresspassing." she said, the powers of her mind turning her icy voice into a booming roll of thunder. She watched terror light up each of their disgusting faces. One tried to level his rifle at her. She cracked his mind like an egg and watched him slump to the ground, his hands only having made it halfway to his head. The remaining three looked at their fallen comrade and screamed as they turned and ran. Emma rolled her eyes and sighed. The men had nearly made it to the gate before Emma decided to kill them. She killed the ones to the rear, and simply halted the one in the front. Reaching into his fragile mind, she twisted. She slowly squeezed until his motor functions wavered. Then she ripped, making the damage she'd done permanant. Into his broken mind, she spoke.
"Tell your friends to leave my daughter and I alone. You are alive only because I chose not to kill you. Come again, and you'll wish I had."
The soldier stumbled out of her property as quickly as his crippled mind could work his legs. Then she heard a scream. It was Elisha. Emma sprinted back into her house, to her daughter's room. She couldn't sense anyone else in the room with her, but the terror that was washing over her daughter's mind was enough to tell Emma that something was very wrong. As she rounded the last corner, she felt electricity in the air. Through the doorway, she saw a glowing circle of light by her daughter's bed. There was another soldier there, wearing something on his head. She lashed out with her mind, something that would have shattered the man's brain. Her attack didn't do anything. She tried again. He turned toward her, Emma's daughter in his arms reaching out to her.
The next few moments burned themselves into Emma's memory. He daughter was screaming, tears streaming down her innocent face. The man blew Emma a kiss, and took a step backward disappearing into the light behind him. Emma had finally reached the bed. Hoping she could make it after him, she lauched herself toward the light. It winked out just before she hit it. Emma landed in a heap after crashing headlong into the wall. Terror in her heart and tears blurring her vision, she reached a hand toward the place the light had been.
"Elisha..." she whispered. She felt her daughter's presence fade from her mind. They'd beaten her.