Author Rant: Just in case you are reading this and have not read the updated version of Chapter 2 yet, I suggest you take a look. I put up the unfinished draft of the chapter up by mistake and didn't catch it till a couple of hours later, so I loaded it later, but it should be the new version now. Now to those who have left reviews:
[RogueWorriorSpirit] hehe. Thank you for your review, unfortunately I'm out of crackers so I have no more to give out. ^_^
[Sash] Damn right he couldn't ^_^
[Rogue31] hehehe. Lack of Evo has forced me to read Romy fics too.. hehehe. Don't worry about it, I think it's a normal reaction.
[Kase] -sweatdrops- Oh.. hmmm.. Well, I fixed that problem now. Sorry about that.
[Rogue Star] Why wouldn't I need 52 pairs of socks? I think that's the real question here. Hehe. Dude, I just overstocked on socks before college (I was dorming). I had a feeling I wouldn't be doing a lot of laundry.
[N'Awlins Demon Lover] hehe. Thanks for the tip on anonymous reviews, I changed the settings. I had no idea I even disabled that.
Disclaimer: I am one more box of Ritz crackers close to buying the copyrights of X-men Evolution, people. Soon I won't have to write these annoying disclaimers anymore. But till then I still don't own it.
Wolverine made the first move lunging forward claws unsheathed and eyes blazed with fury. He had been sent on a wild goose chase, and it didn't take him too long to figure out who was behind it. The warehouse as well as the secret lab it covered had been completely abandoned for decades from what he could tell. No telltale signs of the Weapon X project could be found and there seemed to be no scent of a living creature there aside from a couple of rats and pigeons. The strongest scent being that of a huge rat with the power to reduce buildings to rubble with a wave of his hand. Magneto's scent had been weeks old, but it was still there. Another dead end in Logan's search for a sense of identity, but that was not of any importance. If Magneto wanted him away from the school, there must have been a reason for it. He had been in a mad rush to get back to the Institute; however, he was welcomed back by Magneto's Acolytes just miles away from the school. Well at least three of them--Sabertooth, the Russian who had given offered a place at Magneto's side, and the fire-wielding psycho who seemed to have a strange obsession with ponies. They had given him a rough fight at first, but luckily Storm had managed to get there in time to help hold them back while Logan ran to the school. It had been a rough thirty-six hours, but he still had enough energy for one more good fight.
"This is going to get ugly kid, haven't had my beauty sleep yet," he growl as he looked up at the intruder whom had managed to dodge Wolverine's attacks through a series of acrobatic moves. "Why don't you just run back to Papa Mags with your other buddies, because whatever you're here to do, it ain't happening."
"Sorry to disrupt yer naps, homme," Remy said arrogantly as he charged up the ace of hearts card. "But dis kid doesn't run from a fight." With one swift move he tossed the card into the light fixture above the X-Man causing an explosion which sent Wolverine falling back a bit. Before he could react though the Acolyte leapt from the smoke and dust. Armed with a staff that seemed to have appeared out of thin air, he came down upon Wolverine with a series of combos. He had managed to dodge a couple, but the last blow managed to strike him causing him to fall back against the wall. "By de way, de name's Remy, well, at least to my friend's. To my enemies it's Gambit." He swiftly swung the staff and gave the dazed combatant an uppercut. From his coat pocket he grabbed a deck of cards. Charging the Joker, he tossed it at the ceiling above the X-men sending a great deal of debris onto him. "So you can go ahead and forget de first name right ab…" His cocky remark was cut off by a sudden blow against his head.
As he fell to the floor, he rubbed the back of his head brushing off what seemed to be the shards of a vase. Luckily he was wearing his protective head gear so the blow didn't do much to him except catch him off guard. He looked up to find the young girl standing over him, with an angry look on her face. "Sorry, Gambit," she said vehemently as she kicked the staff away. "Guess tonight isn't yer lucky night." He merely smiled at her as he pulled his legs against the back of hers, causing her to fall on top of him. Luckily, the thief was fully covered with the exception of his face, so her powers couldn't do any damaged. She was now centimeters away from the face with the mysterious mutant, who had a nice grip on her waist as from when he caught her fall. "Don't know 'bout that, chérie," he said softly. "Remy feelin' pretty lucky rite now."
She shot him angry look as she attempted to pull away. He seems more cocky every time I run into him, as she looked down at him. Who de hell does he think he is? Almost as arrogant that Pietro. His smile only seemed to widened in response to her glare. Okay, he is more arrogant. She hated him so much at that point, for many reasons--almost blowing up her arm during their first meeting, his chauvinistic behavior during the second, him watching her like some demented pervert during the this meeting, and now this. So why couldn't she draw her eyes away from his gaze? There was just something about him that left her captivated; it was as if he could see through her. She felt so naked when he was there, that he saw her bare soul; she felt vulnerable. It was what left her immobilized during the first battle, and it was what left her speechless now. It was a difficult feeling to explain especially with the few meetings that they had, but there was just something there each time she looked into those eyes. Those strange eyes, black where the whites were supposed to be, and red pupils--had a supernatural look to it. And now it was drawing her in once again.
"What's going on down here?"
"Oh man, it's like a warzone down here."
Rogue blinked and looked around. "Scott?" she said aloud as she looked through the dust. "Kitty?" She could have sworn she had just heard the voices of her teammates. The dust and smoke was clouding the end of the hallway that Scott and the other students of the Institute were now swarming towards. She could hear them yelling, trying to clear out the rubble and put out the fire that had started from the explosion. She quickly rolled away from her position on top of the Acolyte and attempted to stand up. Her efforts were quickly brought to a halt by a shot of pain stemming from her right ankle. "Shit," she said under her breath as she collapsed again under the sudden jolt.
"Careful dere, petite," Remy said as he caught the injured girl. He gently cradled her in his arms. She couldn't help but blush as he brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "Don't want to lose my ticket out of here now."
"What?!?!?!" she screamed as he tossed her over his shoulders roughly.
"Ready, chérie?" he said. Before she knew it though, they were already on their way outside--through the nearest window.