Looking Doubtful
***
"Fantastic! I'm going to miss tea because of your all goody good plans!" Pyro complained. "It's insane! Big Bad Wolf is just goin' to track us down!"
"Who's talking about Insanity?" Sam quipped. He was usually a shy guy, but being around with the Acolyte Pyro makes one 'itchy'.
"No, my frriend," said Piotr. "I think there wass a rreason why Mr Logan didn't want to enter the shop..."
Sam walked in front of them, his X-men sunglasses on his nose. They had to take the bus out of town, towards the Brotherhood house. They'd never thought it would be so complicated to get over there, but since the Sentinels' legal appearances, it was a little dangerous.
"What? Hoping that the perfume would get up his nose and make him go bonkers so he can't track?" Pyro joked.
"Exactly," Sam answered. Everyone knew that Logan had higher senses. It was a perfect plan. Wolverine had once entered the bathroom after Jubilee had used the place for an hour, he'd broken down the door to get out because he'd been so frantic.
"You're mental!" Of course, it might not have been a good idea to take Pyro after all, he probably wouldn't have minded entering the girl's shop anyway.
***
Damp, dark, stinking was the only way to describe the sewers. Bobby and Scott advanced slowly down the tunnels, calling loudly.
"Evan! We know you're here!"
"We need to speak to you!"
Scott glanced at his watch; it'd been three quarters of an hour they'd been searching. They hadn't thought it would be very easy, but they were starting to feel rather silly yelling into the emptiness, only the echoes of their own voices answering them.
Bobby stopped in his tracks. "This is useless, they might not be here anymore!" said Bobby.
"Courage, Bobby," Scott told him. "Just another half an hour and then we might just stumble on their hiding place."
Iceman shook his head. "We've gone by this same pile of junk three times," he said mentioning some odd things piled against the wall of the tunnel. "I think we're lost..."
"No!" Scott looked back down at his watch and switched the time to a GPS map of the sewers. "Well, maybe... Let's continue a bit more. The others are counting on us. Imagine Miss Monroe's face when she'll see her nephew appear for X-mas?" X-mas as in Christmas.
"Ok, ok. Search some more."
The two X-men walked some more in silence, scanning the walls with their torches, making sure they wouldn't miss any turnings. It was a sinister scene, they could hear the drip drip of water in the background, their own steps echoing and the little screeches of rats. Glad Kitty or Amara weren't here or they might have just fainted.
"Dunno what this reminds me?" Bobby asked, trying to make a conversation.
"What?" asked Scott.
"The Sewers in Buffy, vampire slayer... They look just like this! Except they have demons and..."
"Bobby, all sewers look like this," Scott told him, starting to get irritated. The X-men field leader had stopped walking, and was glaring at the same pile of junk as earlier. "I don't understand! We can't have gone around in circles all this time!"
Bobby gave a kick to the junk, making it clatter away; "This is useless. We're going to get in trouble with Logan, the Prof won't be happy, and Miss Monroe will just get depressive..."
There was a chuckle in the darkness; the two X-men turned around towards the source of the noise.
"Is someone there?" Bobby asked.
Scott was a little more direct. "Who's there?"
A figure appeared out of the shadows, walking into the light. He... he was just simply dark: his skin was perfectly black as night, no eyes could be seen, it was just a slim figure, perfect for concealment in these gloomy sewers.
"I pity you," the mutant said with a feminine voice, so it was a girl after all. It was hard to distinguish. "I'll take you to Spyke. Follow me."
Scott was thinking trap while Bobby had already decided to follow the figure.
"You're one of the Morlocks?" Bobby asked.
"I'm on watch duty for them," she said before passing threw the wall magically, just before the pile of trash.
"Where... Where are you?" Bobby called awkwardly, walking over to where she'd disappeared. The wall suddenly dissolved, revealing another tunnel. They both jumped back in surprise; it was a good concealment.
"Follow..." The two X-men's lights slowly turned off, as if someone had placed a hand over them. Darkness fell and they had no other choice than to comply, steering their way with the help of the mutant's voice.
She was a Morlock, no doubt in that: a mutant in hiding in the sewers, feared by the human world called the top-side.
***
Logan was hopping mad. It'd taken about a an hour to round up the girls. He was like blind without his sense of smell, dampened by all the perfumes. His eyes pricked, the back of his throat tickled uncomfortably. Then, when a sale clerk come up to him up to him, putting some kind of perfume right in front of his nose. Logan had nearly lost control and would have impaled the guy on his claws, if he hadn't found Kitty a second earlier, concentrating his rage on her.
Worse than bickering girls in a girl shop, the boys had disappeared. His smell had gone haywire, he couldn't use it anymore, everything smelled like perfume, he couldn't even make the difference between Jubilee an the exhaust pipe of some passing car, and that was saying something.
"YA got five seconds to spit it out!"
"Logan, what you're talking about?" Kitty asked innocently, trying to pout and softened up Logan. However, there was limit to what Wolverine could take.
At least he could still make the difference between truth and lie with the kid's face expressions.
"No puppy dog eyes, half pint!" he barked. "Ya're already grounded for a year! Don't make it worse, girlies! Spit the truth out!" He glanced over the girls and their guilty faces. "What's that for? Trying to flash me unconscious?!" He was mainly referring to Jubilee who had applied some very pink lipstick that had been put out for tryout in the shop.
Logan looked real mad, his eyes were red, and smoke could have come out of his ears if he'd tried just a little harder. In addition, a bad headache was now appearing. He never had headaches!
"Sam, John and Pete went to find the brotherhood," Kitty squeaked in fear.
"Bobby and Scott went to find Evan, Logan. You don't need to worry," Jean told him. "We just wanted it to be a surprise..." the telepath trailed off.
"Yeah! Great! Ya get grounded now! Big surprise!" Logan yelled. People started glancing at them as they passed by, frowning as the adult shouted with spittle flying out of his mouth. Jean created a mild shield to not get hit. "Ya so in trouble, kiddos..."
There was a moment of silence, while Logan repeated everything in his head once more. "Wait a minute, shrimps, Evan like in Spyke, porcupine boy? Ororo's side-kick?"
What was he meant to do? His smelling sense was out! How could he find them? Why had he proposed to take them out in the first place? He should have made their last Danger-Room session harder, in provision of these kind of occasions.
Wait, they had new technology! How he hated everything that had any link to computers...
"Don't ya have new sunglasses, kids?" Logan asked pocking at his watch. He just needed to be able to use it. He glanced at Jubilee, who had hers as a hair band on her head. They all had GPS microchips incrusted in them.
"Ok," Logan thought to himself. "Ya gotta make this work without braking it, bub..."
***
"Nice to have some new heads around," the mutant said, invisible to the boy's eyes. "You're those X-mutants, aren't you?"
"X-men," Scott corrected, his hand against the tunnel's wall, trying to memorise the route in the darkness.
"Is the girl with the white stripes one of yours, 'Rouge'? Is that it?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"'Rogue'? Sure she is! She managed to destroy a Sentinel!!" Bobby told her.
Rogue was rather a touchy subject lately. No one really liked to talk about it, but she'd come back weirder than what she was before. She wouldn't tell how she'd got Gambit's powers... The Acolyte and Rogue weren't on very good terms anyway. Maybe she had all theirs somewhere stocked up in her. Then there was her habit of talking to herself. Mary, one of the new recruits had been talking about it this morning.
The voice stayed quiet for a moment, and the two X-men had to stop walking, unwilling to get lost.
"She was lucky, the previous night we had deprogrammed some of those machines..." The voice was a little farther away.
"You deprogrammed? Wait a minute, you know where they hide them?" Scott was frantic, if the X-men knew too, they could destroy them before they hurt anybody. He started advancing again.
"It's not important..." the voice resounded, mournful.
"Not important! What's wrong with you..." Bobby was cut off as he marched directly into the tunnel's wall. "Shi..." His hand sprung up to his nose and forehead. He massaged the painful area, thoughtfully. These morlocks were mad, how could such an information not be important?
"They won't need Sentinels anymore to pick us out..."
Bobby turned right, back towards the voice, his hand still on his nose, making sure it wouldn't start to bleed. The darkness seemed to have dimmed his other senses too, but not his thinking.
"You mean like the Power8 soda? Put poison for mutants into drinks?"
They stepped on something smoother, the flip flap of their feet in water becoming hard thuds.
"We won't let it go that far," Scott tried to reassure Bobby... or himself. However, the little excursion was quickly turning into a horror movie.
If they could put "it" in drinks, they also could put "it" into cereals... butter. Scott had a vision of Jean, sprawled on the floor, her eyes glazed over, her face pale because she'd ate a harmless piece of toast.
"They could charge the air with that stuff, you know," the Morlock said, much closer than thought. "Here you are, I'll go and get Spyke boy. Don't you move."
"Charge the air? Are you sure! They could kill every mutant..." Scott still had the picture of his lifeless girlfriend. Dread was quickly rising. "Tell us more," he asked her. However, no one answered, it was bleak silence. The drip noise was not far away anymore. "Are you still here?" The air was damp and stuffy.
The light fixed on Scott's glasses slowly came back, as the one on Bobby's watch. They were both able to look at their surroundings. They stood right at the end of a rather large concrete room, probably for storage. There were still a couple of pipes fixed together, a broken neon lamp attached to the ceiling, looking broken.
The drip drip was coming from a leak beside the entrance of the room, framed by steel, the door missing. They hadn't even realised they had passed a doorway. Bobby now understood why he had impelled himself into the wall; he'd missed the opening. He checked his hand, to see if there was any blood. To his relief, it came clean from his nose. He would just have a swell.
***
Mary ran around a hedge in the mansion's park. She was playing hide and seek with the other new recruits. She loved hide and seek, she was the best at it. One could walk by her and not see her at all!
She scurried into a bare patch in the bushes, she might be invisible, but she didn't want anyone knocking into her.
Mary looked around her. The bush was dying, a single white flower remained on it between the dying leaves and branches. The small bud looked pretty, defenceless. Each petal was like a snow flake, so delicate. She was about to pick it, when a white, bony hand stopped her from doing it.
It was a young man, in his twenties, pale like he'd never seen the sun before. The black of the clothes and hair made him look ever more ghostly.
"Hello, Mary," Death greeted.
"Robin!" Mary was surprised and jumped out of her hiding place. She hadn't expected him to look... so old... Maybe she hadn't seen well that night. It'd been so dark and he'd seemed like a mere boy.
"Don't pick the flower," he said gently. "Look." And with a wave of the hand, the stems started straightening, the leaves turning golden, then green, flowers blossoming, more white petals sprouting to meet the day.
"Wow...." It was amazing, beautiful. She stretched out her hand, caressing the new-born leaves. It was soft... "Mary!" she heard Louise, the soot-girl call. "You've won again! You can come out now!"
"I gotta go," she told Robin. Mary didn't know why, but she didn't think that Louise or any of the others should see her new friend. He was like a secret, only hers. "When will you bring back my mom?" she asked, her brown eyes looking up, shining with expectation.
"Soon, just do as I told you, and then you'll see your mother again," said Death, no emotion showing in his voice.
Mary nodded and ran away towards Jamie's voice telling her to come out.
Death looked back at the bush, and with a last wave of the hand, the stems broke, the flowers fell to the ground, dried up, the leaves disintegrated. It always amazed him how easy it was to bring life... and death.
***
Flame 31, I went to check the site, aifandom.com, and I'm on my way to start writing some letter for cartoon to continue. It was also a great help, episode guide was great, profiles of all the mutants... Just what I needed, at least I know exactly what are some names... Rogue is already translated to Malicia in French... The titles of the episodes in English...
Winter Fire: Ok, small writers block this time, plus bad marks at school, so working... Blabla. But i've updated. Nothing very exiting, I know, no Remy-Rogue, oops.
Weeble Wobble chic: I know! Isn't it terrible!!!! French Tv hasn't decided yet to put it on!!!! They're busy putting old episodes instead of the new season! Grhhh!!!!! That's why I started this from after Apocalypse Release! In my story, the Apoc is busy somewhere else for the moment, but will come back to ruin stuff... And i supposed that Mystique had been put away in prison, even thought she was just a statue, just in case she turns back... Oops! I'm revealing some of my plot here!!!
Kaylessa: Sam is meant to be a shy guy, blond, looking nice. H's meant to be a geek with girls (so aifandom.com says.) He's code name is Cannonball, he can whoosh around like a cannonball (you might have guessed. Remember when all the X-men help put the Mansion back together, while Scott is putting the satellite dish up on the roof with Logan, there's this guy that makes holes in the ground by crashing down into the earth...) he's kind of invulnerable when he switches his mutation on.
"Chere be blinded by lov'?" "love can make one blind", I suppose it goes with what Hank had said in one chapter, can't remember the number, Mutation can be blind folded just like for the eyes: mutation would be like any part of the body, it can be fooled (Logan's smell sense), removed (imagine if you got amputated of the arm) or damaged (Scott's eye blasts, he hit his head hard against a stone when young, (other story) and in some way damaged a part of the brain that could have given him control)))).
In some way, 'love' or 'desire' is fooling/blinding Rogue's power. There's 'trust' too, but I don't know if she really trusts him. Anyway, which one could it be here? Well, like I've made you all wait so long for this update, consider it like an information treat.
HologramX: Thanks for the information!
Gothic Rogue: Yeah, Rogue movie seems a bit a like a frightened kitten at some point (suppose it's the touch thing), but is independent and has the accent...
Syd: Glad you liked the last chapter, what about this one?
Ishandahalf: If their Christmas project ever happens (I haven't decided, but it's a nice thought) it'll be loads of fun writing it. Hey, and all of you! If you got some special wish that you like me to put in, the Christmas chapter will be the one! Winks at Yumiko for the Remy seen in towel! But I'll probably get to that one before!
Lupine Draconis: Getting any better?
UnknownSource: Logan hates girly shops. Not sure about the description, didn't get him directly in the there, but expressed his feelings after.
Sarah Crysala: Mary might be getting influenced by Death... It's no good news... Imagine the questions everyone would have if they discovered that Rogue could touch Remy!!! I can see a mad Logan from afar for sure!
Angst Wolf: Thanks for the information! Sorry, got... delayed.
Panther Nesmith: Answered the touch thing higher up... I'm telling all my plot away, or important details of the plot, anyway... But I suppose it makes you watch out later on! Your suggestion for the touch reason was one possibility I nearly chose, but Hank came up with his speech, and it has flown from there since.
Well, sorry, sorry, sorry for the late update! I'll try and not make it happen again! Meanwhile, hope you enjoyed this chapter, even thought there is no Remy Rogue, of which I deplore.
***
"Fantastic! I'm going to miss tea because of your all goody good plans!" Pyro complained. "It's insane! Big Bad Wolf is just goin' to track us down!"
"Who's talking about Insanity?" Sam quipped. He was usually a shy guy, but being around with the Acolyte Pyro makes one 'itchy'.
"No, my frriend," said Piotr. "I think there wass a rreason why Mr Logan didn't want to enter the shop..."
Sam walked in front of them, his X-men sunglasses on his nose. They had to take the bus out of town, towards the Brotherhood house. They'd never thought it would be so complicated to get over there, but since the Sentinels' legal appearances, it was a little dangerous.
"What? Hoping that the perfume would get up his nose and make him go bonkers so he can't track?" Pyro joked.
"Exactly," Sam answered. Everyone knew that Logan had higher senses. It was a perfect plan. Wolverine had once entered the bathroom after Jubilee had used the place for an hour, he'd broken down the door to get out because he'd been so frantic.
"You're mental!" Of course, it might not have been a good idea to take Pyro after all, he probably wouldn't have minded entering the girl's shop anyway.
***
Damp, dark, stinking was the only way to describe the sewers. Bobby and Scott advanced slowly down the tunnels, calling loudly.
"Evan! We know you're here!"
"We need to speak to you!"
Scott glanced at his watch; it'd been three quarters of an hour they'd been searching. They hadn't thought it would be very easy, but they were starting to feel rather silly yelling into the emptiness, only the echoes of their own voices answering them.
Bobby stopped in his tracks. "This is useless, they might not be here anymore!" said Bobby.
"Courage, Bobby," Scott told him. "Just another half an hour and then we might just stumble on their hiding place."
Iceman shook his head. "We've gone by this same pile of junk three times," he said mentioning some odd things piled against the wall of the tunnel. "I think we're lost..."
"No!" Scott looked back down at his watch and switched the time to a GPS map of the sewers. "Well, maybe... Let's continue a bit more. The others are counting on us. Imagine Miss Monroe's face when she'll see her nephew appear for X-mas?" X-mas as in Christmas.
"Ok, ok. Search some more."
The two X-men walked some more in silence, scanning the walls with their torches, making sure they wouldn't miss any turnings. It was a sinister scene, they could hear the drip drip of water in the background, their own steps echoing and the little screeches of rats. Glad Kitty or Amara weren't here or they might have just fainted.
"Dunno what this reminds me?" Bobby asked, trying to make a conversation.
"What?" asked Scott.
"The Sewers in Buffy, vampire slayer... They look just like this! Except they have demons and..."
"Bobby, all sewers look like this," Scott told him, starting to get irritated. The X-men field leader had stopped walking, and was glaring at the same pile of junk as earlier. "I don't understand! We can't have gone around in circles all this time!"
Bobby gave a kick to the junk, making it clatter away; "This is useless. We're going to get in trouble with Logan, the Prof won't be happy, and Miss Monroe will just get depressive..."
There was a chuckle in the darkness; the two X-men turned around towards the source of the noise.
"Is someone there?" Bobby asked.
Scott was a little more direct. "Who's there?"
A figure appeared out of the shadows, walking into the light. He... he was just simply dark: his skin was perfectly black as night, no eyes could be seen, it was just a slim figure, perfect for concealment in these gloomy sewers.
"I pity you," the mutant said with a feminine voice, so it was a girl after all. It was hard to distinguish. "I'll take you to Spyke. Follow me."
Scott was thinking trap while Bobby had already decided to follow the figure.
"You're one of the Morlocks?" Bobby asked.
"I'm on watch duty for them," she said before passing threw the wall magically, just before the pile of trash.
"Where... Where are you?" Bobby called awkwardly, walking over to where she'd disappeared. The wall suddenly dissolved, revealing another tunnel. They both jumped back in surprise; it was a good concealment.
"Follow..." The two X-men's lights slowly turned off, as if someone had placed a hand over them. Darkness fell and they had no other choice than to comply, steering their way with the help of the mutant's voice.
She was a Morlock, no doubt in that: a mutant in hiding in the sewers, feared by the human world called the top-side.
***
Logan was hopping mad. It'd taken about a an hour to round up the girls. He was like blind without his sense of smell, dampened by all the perfumes. His eyes pricked, the back of his throat tickled uncomfortably. Then, when a sale clerk come up to him up to him, putting some kind of perfume right in front of his nose. Logan had nearly lost control and would have impaled the guy on his claws, if he hadn't found Kitty a second earlier, concentrating his rage on her.
Worse than bickering girls in a girl shop, the boys had disappeared. His smell had gone haywire, he couldn't use it anymore, everything smelled like perfume, he couldn't even make the difference between Jubilee an the exhaust pipe of some passing car, and that was saying something.
"YA got five seconds to spit it out!"
"Logan, what you're talking about?" Kitty asked innocently, trying to pout and softened up Logan. However, there was limit to what Wolverine could take.
At least he could still make the difference between truth and lie with the kid's face expressions.
"No puppy dog eyes, half pint!" he barked. "Ya're already grounded for a year! Don't make it worse, girlies! Spit the truth out!" He glanced over the girls and their guilty faces. "What's that for? Trying to flash me unconscious?!" He was mainly referring to Jubilee who had applied some very pink lipstick that had been put out for tryout in the shop.
Logan looked real mad, his eyes were red, and smoke could have come out of his ears if he'd tried just a little harder. In addition, a bad headache was now appearing. He never had headaches!
"Sam, John and Pete went to find the brotherhood," Kitty squeaked in fear.
"Bobby and Scott went to find Evan, Logan. You don't need to worry," Jean told him. "We just wanted it to be a surprise..." the telepath trailed off.
"Yeah! Great! Ya get grounded now! Big surprise!" Logan yelled. People started glancing at them as they passed by, frowning as the adult shouted with spittle flying out of his mouth. Jean created a mild shield to not get hit. "Ya so in trouble, kiddos..."
There was a moment of silence, while Logan repeated everything in his head once more. "Wait a minute, shrimps, Evan like in Spyke, porcupine boy? Ororo's side-kick?"
What was he meant to do? His smelling sense was out! How could he find them? Why had he proposed to take them out in the first place? He should have made their last Danger-Room session harder, in provision of these kind of occasions.
Wait, they had new technology! How he hated everything that had any link to computers...
"Don't ya have new sunglasses, kids?" Logan asked pocking at his watch. He just needed to be able to use it. He glanced at Jubilee, who had hers as a hair band on her head. They all had GPS microchips incrusted in them.
"Ok," Logan thought to himself. "Ya gotta make this work without braking it, bub..."
***
"Nice to have some new heads around," the mutant said, invisible to the boy's eyes. "You're those X-mutants, aren't you?"
"X-men," Scott corrected, his hand against the tunnel's wall, trying to memorise the route in the darkness.
"Is the girl with the white stripes one of yours, 'Rouge'? Is that it?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"'Rogue'? Sure she is! She managed to destroy a Sentinel!!" Bobby told her.
Rogue was rather a touchy subject lately. No one really liked to talk about it, but she'd come back weirder than what she was before. She wouldn't tell how she'd got Gambit's powers... The Acolyte and Rogue weren't on very good terms anyway. Maybe she had all theirs somewhere stocked up in her. Then there was her habit of talking to herself. Mary, one of the new recruits had been talking about it this morning.
The voice stayed quiet for a moment, and the two X-men had to stop walking, unwilling to get lost.
"She was lucky, the previous night we had deprogrammed some of those machines..." The voice was a little farther away.
"You deprogrammed? Wait a minute, you know where they hide them?" Scott was frantic, if the X-men knew too, they could destroy them before they hurt anybody. He started advancing again.
"It's not important..." the voice resounded, mournful.
"Not important! What's wrong with you..." Bobby was cut off as he marched directly into the tunnel's wall. "Shi..." His hand sprung up to his nose and forehead. He massaged the painful area, thoughtfully. These morlocks were mad, how could such an information not be important?
"They won't need Sentinels anymore to pick us out..."
Bobby turned right, back towards the voice, his hand still on his nose, making sure it wouldn't start to bleed. The darkness seemed to have dimmed his other senses too, but not his thinking.
"You mean like the Power8 soda? Put poison for mutants into drinks?"
They stepped on something smoother, the flip flap of their feet in water becoming hard thuds.
"We won't let it go that far," Scott tried to reassure Bobby... or himself. However, the little excursion was quickly turning into a horror movie.
If they could put "it" in drinks, they also could put "it" into cereals... butter. Scott had a vision of Jean, sprawled on the floor, her eyes glazed over, her face pale because she'd ate a harmless piece of toast.
"They could charge the air with that stuff, you know," the Morlock said, much closer than thought. "Here you are, I'll go and get Spyke boy. Don't you move."
"Charge the air? Are you sure! They could kill every mutant..." Scott still had the picture of his lifeless girlfriend. Dread was quickly rising. "Tell us more," he asked her. However, no one answered, it was bleak silence. The drip noise was not far away anymore. "Are you still here?" The air was damp and stuffy.
The light fixed on Scott's glasses slowly came back, as the one on Bobby's watch. They were both able to look at their surroundings. They stood right at the end of a rather large concrete room, probably for storage. There were still a couple of pipes fixed together, a broken neon lamp attached to the ceiling, looking broken.
The drip drip was coming from a leak beside the entrance of the room, framed by steel, the door missing. They hadn't even realised they had passed a doorway. Bobby now understood why he had impelled himself into the wall; he'd missed the opening. He checked his hand, to see if there was any blood. To his relief, it came clean from his nose. He would just have a swell.
***
Mary ran around a hedge in the mansion's park. She was playing hide and seek with the other new recruits. She loved hide and seek, she was the best at it. One could walk by her and not see her at all!
She scurried into a bare patch in the bushes, she might be invisible, but she didn't want anyone knocking into her.
Mary looked around her. The bush was dying, a single white flower remained on it between the dying leaves and branches. The small bud looked pretty, defenceless. Each petal was like a snow flake, so delicate. She was about to pick it, when a white, bony hand stopped her from doing it.
It was a young man, in his twenties, pale like he'd never seen the sun before. The black of the clothes and hair made him look ever more ghostly.
"Hello, Mary," Death greeted.
"Robin!" Mary was surprised and jumped out of her hiding place. She hadn't expected him to look... so old... Maybe she hadn't seen well that night. It'd been so dark and he'd seemed like a mere boy.
"Don't pick the flower," he said gently. "Look." And with a wave of the hand, the stems started straightening, the leaves turning golden, then green, flowers blossoming, more white petals sprouting to meet the day.
"Wow...." It was amazing, beautiful. She stretched out her hand, caressing the new-born leaves. It was soft... "Mary!" she heard Louise, the soot-girl call. "You've won again! You can come out now!"
"I gotta go," she told Robin. Mary didn't know why, but she didn't think that Louise or any of the others should see her new friend. He was like a secret, only hers. "When will you bring back my mom?" she asked, her brown eyes looking up, shining with expectation.
"Soon, just do as I told you, and then you'll see your mother again," said Death, no emotion showing in his voice.
Mary nodded and ran away towards Jamie's voice telling her to come out.
Death looked back at the bush, and with a last wave of the hand, the stems broke, the flowers fell to the ground, dried up, the leaves disintegrated. It always amazed him how easy it was to bring life... and death.
***
Flame 31, I went to check the site, aifandom.com, and I'm on my way to start writing some letter for cartoon to continue. It was also a great help, episode guide was great, profiles of all the mutants... Just what I needed, at least I know exactly what are some names... Rogue is already translated to Malicia in French... The titles of the episodes in English...
Winter Fire: Ok, small writers block this time, plus bad marks at school, so working... Blabla. But i've updated. Nothing very exiting, I know, no Remy-Rogue, oops.
Weeble Wobble chic: I know! Isn't it terrible!!!! French Tv hasn't decided yet to put it on!!!! They're busy putting old episodes instead of the new season! Grhhh!!!!! That's why I started this from after Apocalypse Release! In my story, the Apoc is busy somewhere else for the moment, but will come back to ruin stuff... And i supposed that Mystique had been put away in prison, even thought she was just a statue, just in case she turns back... Oops! I'm revealing some of my plot here!!!
Kaylessa: Sam is meant to be a shy guy, blond, looking nice. H's meant to be a geek with girls (so aifandom.com says.) He's code name is Cannonball, he can whoosh around like a cannonball (you might have guessed. Remember when all the X-men help put the Mansion back together, while Scott is putting the satellite dish up on the roof with Logan, there's this guy that makes holes in the ground by crashing down into the earth...) he's kind of invulnerable when he switches his mutation on.
"Chere be blinded by lov'?" "love can make one blind", I suppose it goes with what Hank had said in one chapter, can't remember the number, Mutation can be blind folded just like for the eyes: mutation would be like any part of the body, it can be fooled (Logan's smell sense), removed (imagine if you got amputated of the arm) or damaged (Scott's eye blasts, he hit his head hard against a stone when young, (other story) and in some way damaged a part of the brain that could have given him control)))).
In some way, 'love' or 'desire' is fooling/blinding Rogue's power. There's 'trust' too, but I don't know if she really trusts him. Anyway, which one could it be here? Well, like I've made you all wait so long for this update, consider it like an information treat.
HologramX: Thanks for the information!
Gothic Rogue: Yeah, Rogue movie seems a bit a like a frightened kitten at some point (suppose it's the touch thing), but is independent and has the accent...
Syd: Glad you liked the last chapter, what about this one?
Ishandahalf: If their Christmas project ever happens (I haven't decided, but it's a nice thought) it'll be loads of fun writing it. Hey, and all of you! If you got some special wish that you like me to put in, the Christmas chapter will be the one! Winks at Yumiko for the Remy seen in towel! But I'll probably get to that one before!
Lupine Draconis: Getting any better?
UnknownSource: Logan hates girly shops. Not sure about the description, didn't get him directly in the there, but expressed his feelings after.
Sarah Crysala: Mary might be getting influenced by Death... It's no good news... Imagine the questions everyone would have if they discovered that Rogue could touch Remy!!! I can see a mad Logan from afar for sure!
Angst Wolf: Thanks for the information! Sorry, got... delayed.
Panther Nesmith: Answered the touch thing higher up... I'm telling all my plot away, or important details of the plot, anyway... But I suppose it makes you watch out later on! Your suggestion for the touch reason was one possibility I nearly chose, but Hank came up with his speech, and it has flown from there since.
Well, sorry, sorry, sorry for the late update! I'll try and not make it happen again! Meanwhile, hope you enjoyed this chapter, even thought there is no Remy Rogue, of which I deplore.