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Chapter 2 – Endless Nameless
It was Sunday. And Rogue still hadn't done her book report.
"Interview With the Vampire, by Ann Rice" was the only thing she had typed so far. Damn. She read the book months ago. Now she was making a poor excuse of a book report. Unfortunately she couldn't focus on her assignment. Her thoughts kept drifting to the Cajun. Stupid guy.
'Rogue, my office.' Xavier's voice crept into her head. She stood. Sighed. And left the study room. She walked to the end of the corridor a cracked open the door.
"Come in, sit down." She sat down. The professor looked like he had something important to say.
"I picked up an... elusive mutant signature at Bayville High on Friday. He seemed to stay near you for a good portion of the later part of the day. Did you see anyone that might have been this mutant?" The professor looked at her expectantly. She hesitated. With a jolt she realized that was strange. Why was she hesitating? Was she afraid for the Cajun? Finally she nodded.
"Ah saw a boy with red an' black eyes. He called himself Remy. He talked to me a little bit." Understatement of the century. He talked to her non-stop.
"Really? Well, next time you see him, see if you can get him to drop by. We should get to him before Magneto." She nodded and left. She didn't go back to study room. She knew she wouldn't get the report finished. She could go to the kitchen. No, Kitty was baking. She might have to test the poisonous foods. She went outside instead. Where Kitty couldn't find her. The faint sent of cigar smoke reached her. She walked towards the source. She saw Logan working on his bike and smoking.
"Hey, darlin'" he said, not looking up.
"Hi," She replied.
"What brings you out here?"
"Ah'm avoidin' Kitty's food." She said with a grin. Logan chuckled.
"If anythin' could kill me, it'd be that girl's cookin'." She was about to reply with something witty, but a mental summons to Cerebro was sent by Xavier. Sigh. Logan heard it too. He stood up. They made their way to the mansion. Their friends were heading to Cerebro, too.
"I've got a lock on a mutant signature," Xavier said as soon as everyone was assembled. "Rogue, you said that you knew this young man?" He motioned to the image on the large screen of Cerebro. Rogue nodded. "Good, maybe that will help us."
Everyone was in their dorky uniforms and in two different vans. They arrived at the location that Remy was supposed to be at. They didn't see anything. Then, not far away was an explosion. The X-Men ran to the source. At first she didn't see him. There was only a bunch of police. Then she saw the flutter of a trench coat.
"There!" She stage-whispered, pointing. Suddenly they had a clear image of him. Hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, wearing some sort of body armor and a trench coat. He was holding a card that was glowing a pinkish color. He threw it at a policeman. There was another explosion. He glanced up. He saw her... and winked. Then he bolted. All the policemen were on the ground. Unconscious or worse.
"I'll call 911," Jean said, "You guys go find him." The telepath ran to the nearest telephone booth.
"Let's split up, we can cover more ground." Scott instructed. Everyone went in almost every possible direction. Even behind them; if he doubled back... Rogue went along randomly. She was trusting her gut on every move. Ironically, she found him. He was leaning against the wall. Tying a handkerchief around a wound on his forearm.
"Remy..." She said softly. She didn't want him to run again. He tensed and looked up. He visibly relaxed and smiled.
"Cheri, Remy knew dat y' liked him, but he don't 'spect you t' save him. He can take care o' himself." He said smoothly. Rogue narrowed her eyes.
"Mah name is not Cheri. It's Rogue. And Ah don't like ya."
"Sure y' don', Cheri."
"Ya have a death wish, don' ya, swamp rat?"
"Y' wound me, Cheri."
"If only."
"So, Ch- Rogue. Did y' come f'r a reason, or we just gonna threaten each other all night?"
"Ah want t' make ya an offer."
"Really? What kin' o' offer?" A suggestive smirk. She wanted to kill him
"Y' wanna die, swamp rat?"
"Don' soun' like much o' a' offer t' Remy." He said, smirking. She rolled her eyes.
"Ah live at the Xavier Institute. Everyone there is a mutant. Do you want to join or not?"
"Remy don' see de reason he shoul', but f'r a beautiful femme like y'self, anyt'ing."
"Ya're this close to dying."
"Remy'll shut up now..." Rogue pulled out her commlink and told the others she found him. Life was going to be a pain.
Rogue woke up. She woke up at the ungodly hour of 5:00. And she didn't know why. Suddenly she realized she still had to write a report. She bolted to the study. The light was already on. It was dim, though. She went to the computer. On top of the printer were a few sheets of paper. She picked them up.
"Interview With the Vampire, by Ann Rice." She scanned the paper. It was the book report! The Queen of Hearts paper-clipped to essay left no doubt who had done it.