Knocking At Your Door
By Kanshisha Tenshi
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Any of it!
The four men heard music coming from the doors of the mansion. Said doors were closed, but apparently the music was turned up loud. The sounds of Amy Lee belting out her best with Paul McCoy wafted through the cool night air, causing three of them to frown and the fourth to remain as he was--cool and impassionate.
"Bloody 'ell," one of them spoke up. "I thought Magneto said nobody'd be 'ome, mate."
"He did say that, runt," a much bigger man replied. "Guess he didn't check it out 'fore he sent us."
"How many do ya think there are?" the first man asked.
"I dunno," the second man grunted. "Who's gonna go check?"
"I will," a third man replied. His voice was tinged with a Russian accent, when he spoke. He crawled up to one of the mansion's big windows and peered in. A girl with auburn hair and two white stripes in front was dancing around in a spaghetti-strap black tank top and a pair of black night shorts. He crept back to the other three and reported his findings. "I's just a girl."
"So what're we gonna do?"
"I t'ink one o' us should go inside long enough t' plant de devices an' get de information."
"Brilliant idea, LeBeau," the first one snapped, "but there's a sheila guardin' the front room."
"She's just a runt. I can take her," the second one spoke up.
"Non. You should never hit a fille. I'll go."
"I've got an idea," the Russian said. "Send him in wounded."
"Yeah, I get it, mate. She's an X-Men...girl. They're too bloody soft-hearted ta ignore someone with an injury. So we beat up LeBeau, make a good show o' it, an' leave him at the doorstep."
"We gotta make sure it's loud enough for her to hear over that racket." The music stopped suddenly. "Nevermind. Problem solved."
"Den when she lets me in, I convince her I was abandoned or quit. I can charm de fille an' get de job done at th' same time." He grinned.
"Whoa, you're talkin' a couple o' days here, mate. Sure ya can handle all the sugary niceness?"
"Gambit can handle anyt'in', mon ami."
"Wait, I just got a better idea. So, we beat ya up, the X-sheila takes ya in, ya charm her, but...ya make her think ya wanna join their team. Ya'd get the job done, charm the girly, and be an undercover agent for Mags."
"Whatever," the second man rumbled. "Let's hurry up and beat the snot outta him before she overhears our 'brilliant' plan."
"I will take no part in this," the Russian informed them. "I do not wish to hurt one of our own."
"Whatever," the second man said again. Cocking his fist back, he plunged it into the fourth man's stomach with the sickening thud of contact. The first men sent to work on his face.
"Sorry 'bout all this, mate. Y'know, no hard feelin's?"
"Oui," the fourth man replied, smiling despite a busted lip and the pain of getting beaten to a pulp without fighting back.
"Maybe we should break 'is leg."
"What was dat?"
"So ya have an opportunity to stay with your Juliet longer, Romeo."
"Non. Dat sound too painful." There was a crack as the second man went about breaking the bone anyway. The fourth man yelped in surprise, the broken leg going limp and he fell. The doors to the mansion immediately burst open, and light spilled onto the three men as the porch light came on.
Rogue saw Sabertooth and Pyro huddled around someone, probably having just beat them. Seeing her, Sabertooth grinned, and Pyro pulled him up and away. They ran. Surprised, she trotted over to the fallen man.
Remy LeBeau looked up at the girl and immediately regretted it, throwing a wicked glance at the retreating Piotr Rasputin. He'd obviously left something out.
He again looked at Rogue, having already recognized her as the girl he'd encountered during their first fight. She probably hated his guts. Thus the proverbial wrench was thrown in their plans.
"Hey, chére," he whispered weakly. "Merde..." Then everything went black.