Another chapter! I have taken one of my reviewer's (i can't remember which one because i have a short attention span. Yes you can slap my hand with a ruler for that crime) ideas and i've started to tell who's point of view we are reading.

Also to a very old question which i never bothered to answer. I call Cerebrum, Cerebro because for some reason that name is locked into my mind as a default and i write it by accident lol

Enjoy!

11. Bean Bag

Third Person

When the car finally pulled up to a building two hours later, no one new where they were, exccept for Mystique and Marina, but they didn't bother telling the others.

"You wanna strike the deal?" Marina asked, leaning against the cement wall.

"Sure," said Mystique, "Come on." Mystique motioned for Rogue to follow her, and together they went into the building.

"What deal are they making?" asked John.

"Just a deal," said Marina. She pulled a box of cigarettes and a lighter from her purse. She flicked open the lighter and put her cigarette to the flame, looking at Pyro the whole time.

Every time she inhaled the smoke, she would blow it out towards Pyro, as if she was trying to play with him, daring him to light her on fire. He wouldn't burn her though, she was unburnable, she was water for goodness sakes.

"So what kind of deal are they making?"

"Theah dealin cards," muttered Toad.

"If they were dealing cards then I wouldn't have volunteered to wait out here," replied Marina, winking at Toad.

Toad made a face at Marina, but when she offered him a cigarette his face smoothed over and he took one. Marina chucked him her lighter, and he lit up.

John looked mischievously over at Toad- who was unaware of Pyro's powers- but Marina gave him a warning look, one that he wouldn't disobey.

Rogue's POV

I followed Mystique-who now looked like a middle aged European woman- into the building, wondering what I had got myself into. I hadn't seen anything to worry me yet, but I just had one of those 'feelings'. I couldn't hear anyone in my ahead; it was almost like they were hiding until this was all over.

"Don' spek 'less dey go an' spek ta ya foist," said Mystique, with a strange accent. We walked down a small hallway with faded red carpet on the floor. A door stood ajar, smoke and voices drifting out. Mystique shoved the door open and walked in.

" 'ello genteelmein."

The men had been gathered around a table playing cards, but quickly stopped when we entered in.

"Aleen, good to see you again," said a thin man. "I see you have brought a beautiful friend with you." I almost rolled my eyes, but managed to stop myself.

"Yah , dis is Isabella," said Mystique/ Aleen, waving her hand at me.

The thin man kissed my hand and winked. This made me sick to my stomach, but I didn't wipe my gloved hand off, if we were to strike a deal with these guys then it would be best not to make them angry.

"Guys, where are your manners? Give these women seats!"

Two men immediately offered us chairs. I'm not sure how I looked, but Aleen slipped into her chair as if she was around these guys every day.

"So Aleen, darling, what can old Bean Bag do for you?" asked the thin man. From the way he said that, I guess he was 'old bean bag'. I couldn't imagine why he would have a name like that, and quite frankly, I didn't want to know either.

"Been bahk can tell Aleen where she can find man call Ken," Said Mystique. Bean Bag visibly paled and began wringing his hands nervously.

"I can't do that baby. It is hard to get a trace on Ken. And even if I did, one wrong move and he would be after us."

"s'not goot enough Bean Bahk. Find me where Ken is."

"I can't Aleen."

I'm not sure about Mystique, but it was obvious to me that this guy was keeping something from us, and nothing could bring it out of him. I slowly began to take off by gloves as Mystique continued to argue with Bean Bag. I tucked my gloves into my pocket and stood up.

"I'm sorry you can't help us," I said.

Bean Bag stood up, and Mystique did the same, looking at me curiously.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of serves to you either."

"Well thanks anyway." I held my hand out, and in the corner of my eye I saw a grin form on Aleen's face; she suddenly understood.

"It was a pleasure my dear." Bean Bag took my hand and I tightened by grip and closed my eyes.

I heard Bean Bag choking and felt his memories surging into my head. From when I first touched him, his three men started shouting, but when I was finished with Bean Bag and opened my eyes, all his men were lying on the floor, Mystique back to her normal blueness.

"Well?"

"He's working for Ken."

"I thought so," breathed Mystique, "Come one."

As we headed out of the building I pulled my gloves back on again. I was beginning to regret touching Bean Bag, he had a lot of dirty memories I really didn't want to know about. Thankfully, it was memories like those that I can tuck away so they couldn't be viewed.

Marina's POV

After Mystique and Rogue were finished we all got back into the car and drove to a rented apartment. The apartment had been set up earlier by Mystique. I wonder why that lazy bum Magneto didn't set it up. I'd like to see him do something useful for once.

Rogue was sitting quietly in the corner of the room. Mystique told me what Rogue had done, and I could only imagine what kind of memories and information was shooting through her head. One thing for sure, she hadn't looked happy in the entire time I had seen her with the brotherhood.

Rogue hadn't shared her obtained information yet, we were waiting for Magneto to arrive first. Mystique was out and about and John and Toad were watching TV in the other room. I figured Rogue might want some attention so I walked over to where she was sitting at the table and pulled up a chair.

"Who was that guy? Rogue asked me, her glazed eyes coming back to focus.

"What guy?" I figured Rogue hadn't broken out of her fog yet.

"The one that came with you to the school. The man with the red eyes."

"Oh that was a friend of mine, Remy Lebeau," I said, as I felt a smile pulling at my lips. I couldn't help smiling whenever I thought of the Cajun charmer.

'What are his powers?"

"He can send kinetic energy into objects."

Rogue's eyebrows knitted together, she obviously didn't understand what I meant.

"He can charge items causing them to explode," I rephrased.

"Oh." Rogue looked down at her gloves fingers.

I couldn't begin to visualize how hard it was for her to never be able to touch another human being.

"Do you just want to leave?" Rogue looked up at me, startled by my sudden question. "Do you even want to be with the Brotherhood?"

Rogue closed her eyes and shook her head. The Brotherhood wasn't her place. Strangely, I felt that somehow Xavier's wasn't her place either. Where did she belong?

"Hello brothers," called Magneto, entering the room, with Mystique on his heels like an infatuated puppy.

"Why is it always brothers and never sisters," I muttered.

Magneto shot me a 'look' and strutted over to a chair at the head of the table. Toad and Pyro turned off the TV and gathered around Magneto like he was Santa about to give out free candy. Or it was really more Pyro than Toad. That fire boy sure looked on Magneto as a hero or something. I could never figure out what people saw in him. Mystique thought he was quite manly, but I doubt that man (if you can call him that) had a masculine bone in his entire body.

"So what's the plan?" Toad asked, looking quite bored.

Any person looking uninterested in Magneto's presence earned immediate respect from me, even my grumpy, green, fish tank pal.

"The plan, Toad, depends on what our dear Rogue has to share with us."

"She ain't dear to all of us," Toad muttered under his breath.

If Magneto heard that comment then he chose to ignore it, because he continued to look expectantly at Rogue.

"Ken is in Brooklyn, but you can't get to him there. He has too many friends to protect him. But he does have an emergency number…"

...okay, it's kind of short and not to interesting, but i already have a bit of the next chapter written and i think it's better...only time will tell.

Leh Sundance.