Simple desire for love
Mary hummed a nursery rhyme to herself as she played with her doll, Suzy. Dress her, undress her, put the doll's hair into a plat, undo it, Mary could play for hours like that, on her own.
It wasn't Mary's fault that she was alone most of the time, but because of her mutation. She couldn't really converse, play or do anything with the other kids her age when she was half invisible, permanently. It was a strange thing, really, Mary was six, just a kid, or squirt as Mr Logan liked calling her, and her mutation had already manifested.
She was sitting in the corridor, making her doll walk to the bathroom, the print of the wall-paper showing threw her when Rogue walked quickly past Mary without noticing the young mutant's presence.
The older mutant looked menacing enough, with her piercing green gaze, but Mary didn't mind it. She found Rogue's make-up fun and just wished her doll had the same white skin. Rogue was on her own most of the time too, Mary had noticed. Rogue was also one of the most weirdest mutant in the Mansion, just after the fuzzy blue elf with a tail.
"Just shut up, will ya?" Rogue snapped. Mary quickly looked about. There was no one around, and she hadn't talked at all.
The Goth entered her bedroom. Mary got up, forgetting about her doll and put her ear to Rogue's door.
"What can Ah do?" Mary heard clearly threw the door. "It's all mah fault." Rogue was speaking to herself again. She'd heard the other mutants talk about it between themselves. Was it right to speak about Rogue without her being there?
"Suzy!" Mary cried out, seeing her doll sprawled on the floor. "You're going to get your hair all messy..." she mumbled to herself as she combed Suzy's hair with her fingers.
There were footsteps from down the corridor. Mary looked up and saw the demon boy approaching.
"Hey, p'tite," he said crouching next to the smaller mutant. He had a strange accent and black and red eyes. He'd been staying for two days now at the Institute with his orange haired friend and the giant. She liked him. Mary forgot about her poor doll again, transfixed by the older boy's presence.
"Have ya seen Roguey 'bout, chere?" he asked with a warm smile.
"She went in her room," Mary replied. "She's talking to herself."
"Ah, Remy thinks she would lik' t'o speak t' Gambit..."
Mary scowled in thought. "Who's Remy and Gambit?" she asked innocently.
The boy chuckled, his eyes blazing in a warm fire. He ruffled Mary's hair before getting back up. "Got t' stop Roguey from breakin' anythin'," he said before leaving, entering Rogue's room.
Mary looked back down at her doll.
"Mary had a little lamb..." she chanted to herself. She liked nursery rhymes, her mother used to sing them to her.
***
Rogue kicked her draw angrily, leaving a mark on the wood. What could she do? What should she do? Someone was going to die, accused of something Rogue had done.
Remy slipped into the room. He looked about and noticed the papers thrown on the floor, the covers messed up in a ball and Rogue with her arms crossed.
"Ouch, has Remy come in a bad ti'm?" he asked.
Rogue sighed, turning around to face him. "Remy, Ah can't stand it anymor'."
Remy approached her, trying to seduce her into his arms.
"Remy, no," Rogue said, escaping his embrace. Each time she tried to speak seriously with him, she would find herself kissing him in the end, after have forgot what she'd wanted to speak about in the first place. "This can't be seen t' lahke this."
Rogue sat instead on her bed, bringing her knees about to be able to put her arms around her legs, in a protective manner. "Ah stay in here anymor'. Ah'm going crazy!"
Rogue was taking confines very badly. It was nearly a week she'd been back and hadn't been able to really go outside and have a good walk. It was frustrating for her, plus the matters of a certain mutant in jail who was going to get executed at Rogue's place...
Remy sat down beside her, and reasonable distance to not get hit if Rogue suddenly decided to change her mind and knock him out.
"Talkin' 'bout craziness. De p'tit translucent gi'l is in de corridor playin'. She saw chere pass talkin' t' de air."
"Mary?" Rogue's hard expression softened lightly, but quickly hardened up again. "Can't stand the newbies..."
"Yeah, Remy thinks dat's her name. How come she got de mutation so early?" Many asked the same question. Only Jamie had got his mutation that early, well, he'd got it at birth... But that's another story. The manifestation of one's mutation only surfaces in period of big stress, like adolescence... However, Mary was under ten... What had made her power come up so early? Only the adults knew.
"That's not the question," Rogue said angrily. "Ah don't care 'bout Mary. Ah have bigge' problems. Lahke the one 'bout meh being a criminal and on the suspect list. Most of all, tell meh 'bout Psylocke."
It was Remy's turn to sigh, but he hid it well. He personally didn't want Psylocke out...
"De femme was recruited 'bout three months 'go by Sinister. Remy heard she got a problem with her 'new' body. What eve' dat means..."
Rogue frowned. Remy was trying to hide something.
Gambit tugged at Rogue's senses with his empathic abilities, trying to make her relax more, make her open up to him... It was for her own good. He didn't want her to worry herself constantly.
***
Mary skipped down the corridor and stairs, still with her doll. She entered the living room. There was a group of students looking at a horror film. Mary didn't like those films, the others had noticed that she would become a bit more transparent when frightened...
Rain was tapping against the veranda door. It was about ten at night, and a horror film wasn't something for a six year's old.
Mary wasn't looking at the screen. Jubilee screeched at some part the film, clinging to Bobby for comfort, burrowing her head in his jumper, then would reappear blushing and with a funny remark. Ray, the boy with the strange hair-cut laughed out-loud, but then jumped at another passage of the scary movie.
"Squirt, ya should be in bed," someone growled from behind Mary.
Th little girl jumped and turned around, facing Mr Logan. He looked menacing enough, with an unlit cigar at the corner of his mouth and an utmost frustrated expression on his gruff face.
"David, Louise and Jamie aren't!" She looked over at the second couch, where they were sitting, crushed between Pyro who was transfixed by the film, and Kitty who was hiding her eyes behind her hands.
"It iss all rright, Mrr Logan," Colossus said getting up from a chair he'd put next to the TV to watch the film. "I willl put herr to bed," he declared.
Mary crossed her arms and tried to glare like Rogue as the Russian giant picked her up and put on her his shoulders.
Mary stuck out her tongue at Logan just before they left the room, thinking he wouldn't see her.
"Kids," Logan grumbled to himself sitting back down in the armchair facing the veranda. Mary was now the youngest of mutants. All the residents of the Institute had their own story, but some were sadder than others. He picked up his book and was about to start reading again when he smelt something odd. He tried to stay calm, telling himself he was hallucinating. However, the smell didn't linger on and was cut from his nostrils. Logan settled back in the confines of his armchair, chewing on the stub of his unlit cigar. He took a small pleasure from the Kids who were scaring themselves with an unrealistic horror film. He chuckled to himself. "Kids."
***
"Remy, gotta talk..."
Rogue, meanwhile, was having hard time discussing with Gambit, as his mouth was always in the way. Well, Rogue wasn't doing much effort at stopping him either.
Her hands started roaming underneath his T-shirt, wanting to feel him closer, while Rogue's shirt was already half unbuttoned. His breath against her face, against her neck was making her go crazy. His soft touch over her belly, her cheek. The list could go on and on.
While Gambit had been trying to soothe Rogue with his empathic abilities, neither of them knew that his own psyche inside Rogue was settling his own emotion traps over the couple...
Rogue was well and truly one of Gambit's biggest obsessions now. The touch of her fingers against his abdomen only made him want more. Her rosy lips were as sweet as sugar-drops, except that in this case, he would never get sick of them. He could feel each of her curves, her body crushed under his on the mattress.
"Goin' crazy..." they muttered both at the same time. Green met red and black, all doubts disappeared.
"Kitty's goin' t' come back soon," Rogue said breathlessly.
"Got Remy's room t' our disposition..."
***
The door at the far end of the corridor slammed shut. Colossus, still with Mary on his shoulders looked down and recognised the noise as being from his friend's room, Gambit. Rogue and him must have got on each other's nerves again.
The mutant Rogue, with the two toned hair, despised Gambit. She didn't miss any occasion at throwing a mocking remark on his behalf. Gambit had picked the game up, and since then, they were like dog and cat, at each other's throats. However, Colossus thought something missed from their little quarrelling matches. It was more like bickering, not as worse than with the X-men field leader, Scott Summers, aka Cyclopes. There was no doubt there, Scott and Remy 'hated' each other. But with Rogue, it was like they both enjoyed it, somehow.
Colossus or Piotr, looked up at Mary as she started humming to herself again.
"What are you sinnging?" he asked curiously.
"Mary had a little lamb," she replied meekly, clutching her doll. Sometimes, she would remind Piotr of his own sister, Ilyana...
Piotr shook his head; he didn't know that song as he wasn't very familiar with English nursery rhymes.
They finally arrived to the third floor, to the new recruit's bedrooms. Mary shared one with Louise, the little girl that coughed smoke up. Louise was always quite dirty, her hair and face mattered with soot... She was still down stairs with the others.
Colossus put Mary back down on the ground. She yawned widely, stretching her arms before hopping into bed. Piotr made sure she was covered well, it being a bit cold at the moment with the approaching winter. It was strange, he could see the pillow threw the girl's head with the light spilling from the corridor. Piotr said good night to her, kissing Mary on the forehead. He left as the young girl's eyes closed.
However, Mary wasn't quite asleep, and her eyes opened after the door was closed. She wanted her mum to come and sing a nursery rhyme to her, like before. When her mother had left, her father hadn't given much effort. She still had the red marks on her forearms from his belt the time she hadn't gone to sleep... She waited patiently like usual for her mother to appear. She was started to loose hope, so instead, she sang to herself.
"Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? "
She was cut off by the faint tapping at her window. Mary sat up in bed, looking outside. There was a figure sitting on her windowsill. She jumped out of bed, put the light on and ran to the window to open it up.
She'd been right. They had been someone. The someone in question was a young boy, looking very pale with a mop of back hair on his head. He smiled at her.
"Hello Mary..."
"Who are you?" she asked curiously, no fear in her eyes, as if a boy sitting on a windowsill in the middle of the night was something rather usual. Well, someone controlling fire in the Mansion was something usual to Mary.
"Robin," he told her. "I know where your mother is..."
"Really?" she asked excitedly. "Where is she? She's been gone for months!" The boy had captivated her attention.
"I can find her and bring her back, if you want..."
"Yes please! Yes please!"
The boy's smile became wider, but no warmth touched his white cheeks. "I can teach you another nursery rhyme if you want..."
"What about my mum?" Mary asked crossing her arms again; she just wanted her mum back, nothing else.
"It's your mum that taught me it in the first place."
Mary's suspicion disappeared. "What is it?" The boy told her to approach. He bent down from the windowsill, whispering the nursery rhyme in Mary's ear when she was close enough.
"Here comes the chopper, to chop off your head," he said coldly. His menacing voice was lost to Mary, captivated by his words that were supposed to come from her mother. "Chop... chop...chop... chop the Old Man's head..." She wouldn't have guessed that she was facing Death.
***
Rogue snuggled deeper into Remy's arms. Her breath was ragged as if she'd ran for a mile without stopping. Gambit was breathing heavily, intoxicated by Rogue's smell.
Never had she before... What had made her do it? She glanced at Remy's serene face, his chiselled chin, his high cheek bones, his heavy eyelids with rather thick lashes... His hands - his strong hands that made her tremble under their touch, the only touch she'd ever felt - came to stroke a strand of white hair away from in front of her green eyes, behind her ear. The answer was easy enough. What had she wanted to talk to him about already?
Gambit held her tighter against him, frightened that she was just a dream. Gambit didn't understand, it had never been this way with the other women. With Rogue, he lost it, it was like if he'd become dependant of her. His fifth Queen... Her skin was so soft, so white, so pure. Remy sighed, he didn't want to leave Rogue. Gambit and the other Acolytes would soon be leaving for a new base, 'somewhere' in the States. He wouldn't be able to protect her, see her, touch her. He had to stay with her, she was the key to his freedom.
They stayed that way for a long time in Gambit's room, without talking, enjoying each other's presence, simply. Trying to learn each other's forms by heart.
***
I'm on holiday!!!!! Yeah! Finished this chapter less than in three hours (yes, I write rather slowly....) quicker than usual.
And I got Death back in the picture, if you recognised him with his creepy nursery rhyme. But wait a minute, he had the appearance of a kid... Why's that? Yes, it was Death, playing with poor little Mary...
Anyway, don't worry, everything will be explained. Hmm... got Remy and Rogue a bit closer, without spitting the 3 letter word out starting with a S. This is a Pg13, and I won't allow myself to describe anymore, it implicit S**, and used only the word kiss once, and that was Colossus playing big brother with Mary.
Others might wonder why I used the name Mary for the transparent mutant, it resembles Marie a bit too much. Hey, but is Marie Rogue's real name in the first place? Because the comic books never said, and Rogue might have been lying in the film, or did the parents call her that way in the beginning? Can't remember and I don't have the cassette, nor the dvd, damn... I you know anything precise on Rogue's name, tell me! Anyway, I used Mary because it fits in with all the nursery rhymes.
Well, reviews...
Unknown source: Interesting questions... If Rogue reabsorbs Kitty, I don't think psyche kitty would know, because they've become two different entities. Now, if Rogue reabsorbed Gambit, it would be like an update... I still need to figure out a bit. Poor Rogue, she's trying to deal with the Psylocke issue, but Gambit doesn't really want to help, does he?
Weeble Wobble Chic: is this chapter up to your expectations? Of course, there's not only Romy, but I thought I should kind and put the new recruit into place before continuing, started with the little Mary. Like her?
Winter fire: I'm blushing with all the good comments! What do you think about Mary's reaction, she's young, a bit naive, and lonely, missing her mother...
Panther Nesmith: I'm glad you find it's not going the same way as Seven Sunningdale's fanfiction (read her last chapter? Kick ass!). This time, it's Rogue who is guilty and is going to run from 'justice', and not the other way around.
Rogue Warrior Spirit: Really, tears? Ah.... Mary is in a pretty sad situation, inventing her nearly made me cry... But I haven't told you all her story yet... Is it clear enough that her father hit her? That her mother died? That's why she became transparent, trying to hide from him...
Ishandahalf: More comfort for Rogue here! That's for sure! But he's going to leave! Oh no!!! Rogue won't like that! Neither does Remy, in fact.
Sarah Crysala: I had left Death on the side of the road for a while, but he's coming back more evil than ever. He's going to get things interesting, and I'm going to make Rogue kick his deadly butt! There!
Well, there we are... Now I gotta start thinking about the next chapter! Got any suggestions? I'm a bit lost in my own story... I'm thinking about writing about my original character, Death, in a separate story... How come Xavier knows him? How old is he? How come he's in league with Sinister? Well, a whole bunch of questions answered in an original way. But if start a knew story, I'll never finish this one! Oh dear! I've left my Angel crossover for months now, to write concrete road instead!
Well, why don't you review... PLEASE? Pretty please, nice please, sugar please!!!!! Whatever please you want, I'll give!
Mary hummed a nursery rhyme to herself as she played with her doll, Suzy. Dress her, undress her, put the doll's hair into a plat, undo it, Mary could play for hours like that, on her own.
It wasn't Mary's fault that she was alone most of the time, but because of her mutation. She couldn't really converse, play or do anything with the other kids her age when she was half invisible, permanently. It was a strange thing, really, Mary was six, just a kid, or squirt as Mr Logan liked calling her, and her mutation had already manifested.
She was sitting in the corridor, making her doll walk to the bathroom, the print of the wall-paper showing threw her when Rogue walked quickly past Mary without noticing the young mutant's presence.
The older mutant looked menacing enough, with her piercing green gaze, but Mary didn't mind it. She found Rogue's make-up fun and just wished her doll had the same white skin. Rogue was on her own most of the time too, Mary had noticed. Rogue was also one of the most weirdest mutant in the Mansion, just after the fuzzy blue elf with a tail.
"Just shut up, will ya?" Rogue snapped. Mary quickly looked about. There was no one around, and she hadn't talked at all.
The Goth entered her bedroom. Mary got up, forgetting about her doll and put her ear to Rogue's door.
"What can Ah do?" Mary heard clearly threw the door. "It's all mah fault." Rogue was speaking to herself again. She'd heard the other mutants talk about it between themselves. Was it right to speak about Rogue without her being there?
"Suzy!" Mary cried out, seeing her doll sprawled on the floor. "You're going to get your hair all messy..." she mumbled to herself as she combed Suzy's hair with her fingers.
There were footsteps from down the corridor. Mary looked up and saw the demon boy approaching.
"Hey, p'tite," he said crouching next to the smaller mutant. He had a strange accent and black and red eyes. He'd been staying for two days now at the Institute with his orange haired friend and the giant. She liked him. Mary forgot about her poor doll again, transfixed by the older boy's presence.
"Have ya seen Roguey 'bout, chere?" he asked with a warm smile.
"She went in her room," Mary replied. "She's talking to herself."
"Ah, Remy thinks she would lik' t'o speak t' Gambit..."
Mary scowled in thought. "Who's Remy and Gambit?" she asked innocently.
The boy chuckled, his eyes blazing in a warm fire. He ruffled Mary's hair before getting back up. "Got t' stop Roguey from breakin' anythin'," he said before leaving, entering Rogue's room.
Mary looked back down at her doll.
"Mary had a little lamb..." she chanted to herself. She liked nursery rhymes, her mother used to sing them to her.
***
Rogue kicked her draw angrily, leaving a mark on the wood. What could she do? What should she do? Someone was going to die, accused of something Rogue had done.
Remy slipped into the room. He looked about and noticed the papers thrown on the floor, the covers messed up in a ball and Rogue with her arms crossed.
"Ouch, has Remy come in a bad ti'm?" he asked.
Rogue sighed, turning around to face him. "Remy, Ah can't stand it anymor'."
Remy approached her, trying to seduce her into his arms.
"Remy, no," Rogue said, escaping his embrace. Each time she tried to speak seriously with him, she would find herself kissing him in the end, after have forgot what she'd wanted to speak about in the first place. "This can't be seen t' lahke this."
Rogue sat instead on her bed, bringing her knees about to be able to put her arms around her legs, in a protective manner. "Ah stay in here anymor'. Ah'm going crazy!"
Rogue was taking confines very badly. It was nearly a week she'd been back and hadn't been able to really go outside and have a good walk. It was frustrating for her, plus the matters of a certain mutant in jail who was going to get executed at Rogue's place...
Remy sat down beside her, and reasonable distance to not get hit if Rogue suddenly decided to change her mind and knock him out.
"Talkin' 'bout craziness. De p'tit translucent gi'l is in de corridor playin'. She saw chere pass talkin' t' de air."
"Mary?" Rogue's hard expression softened lightly, but quickly hardened up again. "Can't stand the newbies..."
"Yeah, Remy thinks dat's her name. How come she got de mutation so early?" Many asked the same question. Only Jamie had got his mutation that early, well, he'd got it at birth... But that's another story. The manifestation of one's mutation only surfaces in period of big stress, like adolescence... However, Mary was under ten... What had made her power come up so early? Only the adults knew.
"That's not the question," Rogue said angrily. "Ah don't care 'bout Mary. Ah have bigge' problems. Lahke the one 'bout meh being a criminal and on the suspect list. Most of all, tell meh 'bout Psylocke."
It was Remy's turn to sigh, but he hid it well. He personally didn't want Psylocke out...
"De femme was recruited 'bout three months 'go by Sinister. Remy heard she got a problem with her 'new' body. What eve' dat means..."
Rogue frowned. Remy was trying to hide something.
Gambit tugged at Rogue's senses with his empathic abilities, trying to make her relax more, make her open up to him... It was for her own good. He didn't want her to worry herself constantly.
***
Mary skipped down the corridor and stairs, still with her doll. She entered the living room. There was a group of students looking at a horror film. Mary didn't like those films, the others had noticed that she would become a bit more transparent when frightened...
Rain was tapping against the veranda door. It was about ten at night, and a horror film wasn't something for a six year's old.
Mary wasn't looking at the screen. Jubilee screeched at some part the film, clinging to Bobby for comfort, burrowing her head in his jumper, then would reappear blushing and with a funny remark. Ray, the boy with the strange hair-cut laughed out-loud, but then jumped at another passage of the scary movie.
"Squirt, ya should be in bed," someone growled from behind Mary.
Th little girl jumped and turned around, facing Mr Logan. He looked menacing enough, with an unlit cigar at the corner of his mouth and an utmost frustrated expression on his gruff face.
"David, Louise and Jamie aren't!" She looked over at the second couch, where they were sitting, crushed between Pyro who was transfixed by the film, and Kitty who was hiding her eyes behind her hands.
"It iss all rright, Mrr Logan," Colossus said getting up from a chair he'd put next to the TV to watch the film. "I willl put herr to bed," he declared.
Mary crossed her arms and tried to glare like Rogue as the Russian giant picked her up and put on her his shoulders.
Mary stuck out her tongue at Logan just before they left the room, thinking he wouldn't see her.
"Kids," Logan grumbled to himself sitting back down in the armchair facing the veranda. Mary was now the youngest of mutants. All the residents of the Institute had their own story, but some were sadder than others. He picked up his book and was about to start reading again when he smelt something odd. He tried to stay calm, telling himself he was hallucinating. However, the smell didn't linger on and was cut from his nostrils. Logan settled back in the confines of his armchair, chewing on the stub of his unlit cigar. He took a small pleasure from the Kids who were scaring themselves with an unrealistic horror film. He chuckled to himself. "Kids."
***
"Remy, gotta talk..."
Rogue, meanwhile, was having hard time discussing with Gambit, as his mouth was always in the way. Well, Rogue wasn't doing much effort at stopping him either.
Her hands started roaming underneath his T-shirt, wanting to feel him closer, while Rogue's shirt was already half unbuttoned. His breath against her face, against her neck was making her go crazy. His soft touch over her belly, her cheek. The list could go on and on.
While Gambit had been trying to soothe Rogue with his empathic abilities, neither of them knew that his own psyche inside Rogue was settling his own emotion traps over the couple...
Rogue was well and truly one of Gambit's biggest obsessions now. The touch of her fingers against his abdomen only made him want more. Her rosy lips were as sweet as sugar-drops, except that in this case, he would never get sick of them. He could feel each of her curves, her body crushed under his on the mattress.
"Goin' crazy..." they muttered both at the same time. Green met red and black, all doubts disappeared.
"Kitty's goin' t' come back soon," Rogue said breathlessly.
"Got Remy's room t' our disposition..."
***
The door at the far end of the corridor slammed shut. Colossus, still with Mary on his shoulders looked down and recognised the noise as being from his friend's room, Gambit. Rogue and him must have got on each other's nerves again.
The mutant Rogue, with the two toned hair, despised Gambit. She didn't miss any occasion at throwing a mocking remark on his behalf. Gambit had picked the game up, and since then, they were like dog and cat, at each other's throats. However, Colossus thought something missed from their little quarrelling matches. It was more like bickering, not as worse than with the X-men field leader, Scott Summers, aka Cyclopes. There was no doubt there, Scott and Remy 'hated' each other. But with Rogue, it was like they both enjoyed it, somehow.
Colossus or Piotr, looked up at Mary as she started humming to herself again.
"What are you sinnging?" he asked curiously.
"Mary had a little lamb," she replied meekly, clutching her doll. Sometimes, she would remind Piotr of his own sister, Ilyana...
Piotr shook his head; he didn't know that song as he wasn't very familiar with English nursery rhymes.
They finally arrived to the third floor, to the new recruit's bedrooms. Mary shared one with Louise, the little girl that coughed smoke up. Louise was always quite dirty, her hair and face mattered with soot... She was still down stairs with the others.
Colossus put Mary back down on the ground. She yawned widely, stretching her arms before hopping into bed. Piotr made sure she was covered well, it being a bit cold at the moment with the approaching winter. It was strange, he could see the pillow threw the girl's head with the light spilling from the corridor. Piotr said good night to her, kissing Mary on the forehead. He left as the young girl's eyes closed.
However, Mary wasn't quite asleep, and her eyes opened after the door was closed. She wanted her mum to come and sing a nursery rhyme to her, like before. When her mother had left, her father hadn't given much effort. She still had the red marks on her forearms from his belt the time she hadn't gone to sleep... She waited patiently like usual for her mother to appear. She was started to loose hope, so instead, she sang to herself.
"Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? "
She was cut off by the faint tapping at her window. Mary sat up in bed, looking outside. There was a figure sitting on her windowsill. She jumped out of bed, put the light on and ran to the window to open it up.
She'd been right. They had been someone. The someone in question was a young boy, looking very pale with a mop of back hair on his head. He smiled at her.
"Hello Mary..."
"Who are you?" she asked curiously, no fear in her eyes, as if a boy sitting on a windowsill in the middle of the night was something rather usual. Well, someone controlling fire in the Mansion was something usual to Mary.
"Robin," he told her. "I know where your mother is..."
"Really?" she asked excitedly. "Where is she? She's been gone for months!" The boy had captivated her attention.
"I can find her and bring her back, if you want..."
"Yes please! Yes please!"
The boy's smile became wider, but no warmth touched his white cheeks. "I can teach you another nursery rhyme if you want..."
"What about my mum?" Mary asked crossing her arms again; she just wanted her mum back, nothing else.
"It's your mum that taught me it in the first place."
Mary's suspicion disappeared. "What is it?" The boy told her to approach. He bent down from the windowsill, whispering the nursery rhyme in Mary's ear when she was close enough.
"Here comes the chopper, to chop off your head," he said coldly. His menacing voice was lost to Mary, captivated by his words that were supposed to come from her mother. "Chop... chop...chop... chop the Old Man's head..." She wouldn't have guessed that she was facing Death.
***
Rogue snuggled deeper into Remy's arms. Her breath was ragged as if she'd ran for a mile without stopping. Gambit was breathing heavily, intoxicated by Rogue's smell.
Never had she before... What had made her do it? She glanced at Remy's serene face, his chiselled chin, his high cheek bones, his heavy eyelids with rather thick lashes... His hands - his strong hands that made her tremble under their touch, the only touch she'd ever felt - came to stroke a strand of white hair away from in front of her green eyes, behind her ear. The answer was easy enough. What had she wanted to talk to him about already?
Gambit held her tighter against him, frightened that she was just a dream. Gambit didn't understand, it had never been this way with the other women. With Rogue, he lost it, it was like if he'd become dependant of her. His fifth Queen... Her skin was so soft, so white, so pure. Remy sighed, he didn't want to leave Rogue. Gambit and the other Acolytes would soon be leaving for a new base, 'somewhere' in the States. He wouldn't be able to protect her, see her, touch her. He had to stay with her, she was the key to his freedom.
They stayed that way for a long time in Gambit's room, without talking, enjoying each other's presence, simply. Trying to learn each other's forms by heart.
***
I'm on holiday!!!!! Yeah! Finished this chapter less than in three hours (yes, I write rather slowly....) quicker than usual.
And I got Death back in the picture, if you recognised him with his creepy nursery rhyme. But wait a minute, he had the appearance of a kid... Why's that? Yes, it was Death, playing with poor little Mary...
Anyway, don't worry, everything will be explained. Hmm... got Remy and Rogue a bit closer, without spitting the 3 letter word out starting with a S. This is a Pg13, and I won't allow myself to describe anymore, it implicit S**, and used only the word kiss once, and that was Colossus playing big brother with Mary.
Others might wonder why I used the name Mary for the transparent mutant, it resembles Marie a bit too much. Hey, but is Marie Rogue's real name in the first place? Because the comic books never said, and Rogue might have been lying in the film, or did the parents call her that way in the beginning? Can't remember and I don't have the cassette, nor the dvd, damn... I you know anything precise on Rogue's name, tell me! Anyway, I used Mary because it fits in with all the nursery rhymes.
Well, reviews...
Unknown source: Interesting questions... If Rogue reabsorbs Kitty, I don't think psyche kitty would know, because they've become two different entities. Now, if Rogue reabsorbed Gambit, it would be like an update... I still need to figure out a bit. Poor Rogue, she's trying to deal with the Psylocke issue, but Gambit doesn't really want to help, does he?
Weeble Wobble Chic: is this chapter up to your expectations? Of course, there's not only Romy, but I thought I should kind and put the new recruit into place before continuing, started with the little Mary. Like her?
Winter fire: I'm blushing with all the good comments! What do you think about Mary's reaction, she's young, a bit naive, and lonely, missing her mother...
Panther Nesmith: I'm glad you find it's not going the same way as Seven Sunningdale's fanfiction (read her last chapter? Kick ass!). This time, it's Rogue who is guilty and is going to run from 'justice', and not the other way around.
Rogue Warrior Spirit: Really, tears? Ah.... Mary is in a pretty sad situation, inventing her nearly made me cry... But I haven't told you all her story yet... Is it clear enough that her father hit her? That her mother died? That's why she became transparent, trying to hide from him...
Ishandahalf: More comfort for Rogue here! That's for sure! But he's going to leave! Oh no!!! Rogue won't like that! Neither does Remy, in fact.
Sarah Crysala: I had left Death on the side of the road for a while, but he's coming back more evil than ever. He's going to get things interesting, and I'm going to make Rogue kick his deadly butt! There!
Well, there we are... Now I gotta start thinking about the next chapter! Got any suggestions? I'm a bit lost in my own story... I'm thinking about writing about my original character, Death, in a separate story... How come Xavier knows him? How old is he? How come he's in league with Sinister? Well, a whole bunch of questions answered in an original way. But if start a knew story, I'll never finish this one! Oh dear! I've left my Angel crossover for months now, to write concrete road instead!
Well, why don't you review... PLEASE? Pretty please, nice please, sugar please!!!!! Whatever please you want, I'll give!