Title: Two Weeks
Author: Wiccamage
Rating: R
Summary: Rogue is abducted, and her only hope is the Cajun.
Description: "angsty/drama/tragic hero torture kinda thing" That's a direct quote from bunny angel, who-by the way- is one hell of a critic. If you want to get the best possible feedback, let her do it cause Dang. She's good. So is Randirogue, she gave me some great pointers for writing skills. Thanks to both of you, and especially Q-who's constant nagging has gotten me this far.
I don't own anything.
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..The Cajun's eyes narrowed and glowed bright red. As Benny began to exit, Remy fingered his bo staff and like a cobra, he struck.
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In one fluid movement, Gambit had extended the staff, grabbed Benny by the collar, and vaulted him onto the counter. His staff pressed firmly against the man's neck, and Bishop blinked a few times in shock. Still, the larger man would not interfere unless Remy began to loose his cool. ~Or has that already happened?~ he thought to himself.
"What the...?!" Benny struggled against the Cajun, trying to break free. Remy on the other hand, had no intention of releasing the man until he acquired the information he wanted.
"Let me go you freak?!" The bartender screamed. Remy felt the cold of the metal staff sear through his hands. His blood pumped to his ears rapidly, drowning out the man's cries. Gambit's anger ruptured as he lashed out at the owner.
"Aack.." The staff pressed down quickly on the man's windpipe, silencing him. Bishop, aware of his companion's rage, stepped in and pried Gambit away. The Cajun only resisted slightly, but the urge to strangle the man was no less intense.
Bishop stepped forward as Benny began to retreat cautiously, gasping for breath and coughing violently as he did so. "Listen pal," Bishop's voice was deep and menacing. "I'd start talkin' cause I ain't gonna hold him off if ya don't."
The bartender stopped hacking for a moment and regained some of his composure. "I, uh, I don't know much...." he stated nervously, but jumped back quickly as Gambit charged a card.
Bishop turned a warning glance to the swamp rat, who re-pocketed the joker reluctantly.
Benny continued carefully, "Some guys came in here last week. They were pretty quiet for the most, but one of 'em got pretty drunk. He started runnin' his mouth, and the other two with him didn't look too happy."
"What did he say?" Bishop prompted. Benny shrugged and his eyes became round with fear.
"Look man, I make an honest living. I don't want no trouble."
Remy stepped forward again, his eyes glowing with anger. "Den you better start talkin' homme." Benny gulped as he began his flashback sequence.
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Scene 20
Location Unknown
Day One
11:21 a.m.
The sky over the vast wheat field was cloudless. The land itself seemed untouched; left to grow wild with no interference. There was only one man made polluter to spoil the landscape, and it wasn't going anywhere.
A man stepped out of the front door of the small trailer and turned towards the sky. He was well-built, tall, and muscular. His hair was cut in buzz- type style, and his posture screamed of both arrogance and obedience. The man shielded his eyes from the rising sun as he searched the northern horizon.
As he waited, the gentle breeze became harsh and erratic. A soft humming could be heard, and the once quiet sound grew louder quickly. The man stepped inside the building for a moment, but quickly returned.
Outside in the field, the ground began to shake and tremble. About half a mile away from the trailer, the earth began to fold in on itself. Soon there was a gaping hole in the ground where the field had once been.
The wind and humming had become louder and the sky was suddenly not so empty. The man at the trailer looked up to see two black helicopters descend from the air and enter the hole.
As the choppers disappeared, the earth closed up again, and the field of wheat and grass returned. The man grinned to himself momentarily. "They lost a chopper." He stood contemplating the fact before turning back inside. "Somebody's dyin' today." With that he looked around once before returning to the small complex.
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Scene 21
11:21 a.m.
The Zone
Downtown Manhattan
Benny shifted nervously as he began the tale. "It was 'bout two nights ago. Three of 'em come in here for drinks. They were all orderly y'know, acted all supreme and untouchable. Arrogant S.O.B's, real military like. They chatted up it up with a couple of dames, had a few shots.
Gambit sighed, agitated and impatient, but Benny continued.
"The were havin' a good time y'know, but the one guy went a little too far with the drinkin'. He started saying, 'All muties should die,' and stuff like that."
Gambit and Bishop eyed him suspiciously. "His words, not mine. I swear." The owner stated quickly. "I got nothin' against mutants, y'know?"
The two men rolled their eyes and Benny continued. "Anyways, he kept goin' on, and pretty soon he started talkin' bout this great plan they had. Like they were gonna use the mutants against each other. He started braggin' bout how they had all ready offed a whole bunch of 'em."
Benny stopped again, frightened. "Look, if they found out I told you all this.."
Gambit stepped forward and reassured the bartender. "Dey won't frere. De X- Men'll make sure of it."
The two men began to leave when Benny stopped them.
"You're the X-Men?" he questioned hurriedly.
"Oui, dat's right." Gambit turned again to face the shorter man.
"They mentioned you guys. Well the one guy did anyway. He said, 'The boss man has a thing about one of the X-Men. Nobody knows why, but those freaks won't know what hit 'em." He eyed the two mutants warily. "That's a direct quote man. I swear it."
Gambit became instantly excited and grilled Benny for further information.
"What else dey say? Anyting bout a location, names, anyt'ing?" Gambit advanced on the older man quickly, desperate for information.
"That's all he said man, I swear." The owner backed up quickly in fear and Bishop pulled his companion away from the agitated man.
"Is there anything else you can think of that might be helpful?" The time traveler asked calmly.
"Well, there is one thing." The bartender went around to the other side of the counter and retrieved a photograph and a newspaper.
"After that last part about you guys, the other two all but dragged him outta here. I've got a picture, here."
He handed the black and white security image to Gambit, who studied it intensely.
"Um, there's somethin' else too." The X-Men looked up and Benny handed them the folded up newspaper. "This came yesterday morning."
On the front page was a photo of the man who was being dragged away at the bar. Bishop spoke up, "It says he was shot.execution style." The two X- Men shared a worried glance before looking to the bartender.
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Author: Wiccamage
Rating: R
Summary: Rogue is abducted, and her only hope is the Cajun.
Description: "angsty/drama/tragic hero torture kinda thing" That's a direct quote from bunny angel, who-by the way- is one hell of a critic. If you want to get the best possible feedback, let her do it cause Dang. She's good. So is Randirogue, she gave me some great pointers for writing skills. Thanks to both of you, and especially Q-who's constant nagging has gotten me this far.
I don't own anything.
X~X~X~X~X~
..The Cajun's eyes narrowed and glowed bright red. As Benny began to exit, Remy fingered his bo staff and like a cobra, he struck.
X~X~X~X~X~
In one fluid movement, Gambit had extended the staff, grabbed Benny by the collar, and vaulted him onto the counter. His staff pressed firmly against the man's neck, and Bishop blinked a few times in shock. Still, the larger man would not interfere unless Remy began to loose his cool. ~Or has that already happened?~ he thought to himself.
"What the...?!" Benny struggled against the Cajun, trying to break free. Remy on the other hand, had no intention of releasing the man until he acquired the information he wanted.
"Let me go you freak?!" The bartender screamed. Remy felt the cold of the metal staff sear through his hands. His blood pumped to his ears rapidly, drowning out the man's cries. Gambit's anger ruptured as he lashed out at the owner.
"Aack.." The staff pressed down quickly on the man's windpipe, silencing him. Bishop, aware of his companion's rage, stepped in and pried Gambit away. The Cajun only resisted slightly, but the urge to strangle the man was no less intense.
Bishop stepped forward as Benny began to retreat cautiously, gasping for breath and coughing violently as he did so. "Listen pal," Bishop's voice was deep and menacing. "I'd start talkin' cause I ain't gonna hold him off if ya don't."
The bartender stopped hacking for a moment and regained some of his composure. "I, uh, I don't know much...." he stated nervously, but jumped back quickly as Gambit charged a card.
Bishop turned a warning glance to the swamp rat, who re-pocketed the joker reluctantly.
Benny continued carefully, "Some guys came in here last week. They were pretty quiet for the most, but one of 'em got pretty drunk. He started runnin' his mouth, and the other two with him didn't look too happy."
"What did he say?" Bishop prompted. Benny shrugged and his eyes became round with fear.
"Look man, I make an honest living. I don't want no trouble."
Remy stepped forward again, his eyes glowing with anger. "Den you better start talkin' homme." Benny gulped as he began his flashback sequence.
X~X~X~X~X~
Scene 20
Location Unknown
Day One
11:21 a.m.
The sky over the vast wheat field was cloudless. The land itself seemed untouched; left to grow wild with no interference. There was only one man made polluter to spoil the landscape, and it wasn't going anywhere.
A man stepped out of the front door of the small trailer and turned towards the sky. He was well-built, tall, and muscular. His hair was cut in buzz- type style, and his posture screamed of both arrogance and obedience. The man shielded his eyes from the rising sun as he searched the northern horizon.
As he waited, the gentle breeze became harsh and erratic. A soft humming could be heard, and the once quiet sound grew louder quickly. The man stepped inside the building for a moment, but quickly returned.
Outside in the field, the ground began to shake and tremble. About half a mile away from the trailer, the earth began to fold in on itself. Soon there was a gaping hole in the ground where the field had once been.
The wind and humming had become louder and the sky was suddenly not so empty. The man at the trailer looked up to see two black helicopters descend from the air and enter the hole.
As the choppers disappeared, the earth closed up again, and the field of wheat and grass returned. The man grinned to himself momentarily. "They lost a chopper." He stood contemplating the fact before turning back inside. "Somebody's dyin' today." With that he looked around once before returning to the small complex.
X~X~X~X~X~
Scene 21
11:21 a.m.
The Zone
Downtown Manhattan
Benny shifted nervously as he began the tale. "It was 'bout two nights ago. Three of 'em come in here for drinks. They were all orderly y'know, acted all supreme and untouchable. Arrogant S.O.B's, real military like. They chatted up it up with a couple of dames, had a few shots.
Gambit sighed, agitated and impatient, but Benny continued.
"The were havin' a good time y'know, but the one guy went a little too far with the drinkin'. He started saying, 'All muties should die,' and stuff like that."
Gambit and Bishop eyed him suspiciously. "His words, not mine. I swear." The owner stated quickly. "I got nothin' against mutants, y'know?"
The two men rolled their eyes and Benny continued. "Anyways, he kept goin' on, and pretty soon he started talkin' bout this great plan they had. Like they were gonna use the mutants against each other. He started braggin' bout how they had all ready offed a whole bunch of 'em."
Benny stopped again, frightened. "Look, if they found out I told you all this.."
Gambit stepped forward and reassured the bartender. "Dey won't frere. De X- Men'll make sure of it."
The two men began to leave when Benny stopped them.
"You're the X-Men?" he questioned hurriedly.
"Oui, dat's right." Gambit turned again to face the shorter man.
"They mentioned you guys. Well the one guy did anyway. He said, 'The boss man has a thing about one of the X-Men. Nobody knows why, but those freaks won't know what hit 'em." He eyed the two mutants warily. "That's a direct quote man. I swear it."
Gambit became instantly excited and grilled Benny for further information.
"What else dey say? Anyting bout a location, names, anyt'ing?" Gambit advanced on the older man quickly, desperate for information.
"That's all he said man, I swear." The owner backed up quickly in fear and Bishop pulled his companion away from the agitated man.
"Is there anything else you can think of that might be helpful?" The time traveler asked calmly.
"Well, there is one thing." The bartender went around to the other side of the counter and retrieved a photograph and a newspaper.
"After that last part about you guys, the other two all but dragged him outta here. I've got a picture, here."
He handed the black and white security image to Gambit, who studied it intensely.
"Um, there's somethin' else too." The X-Men looked up and Benny handed them the folded up newspaper. "This came yesterday morning."
On the front page was a photo of the man who was being dragged away at the bar. Bishop spoke up, "It says he was shot.execution style." The two X- Men shared a worried glance before looking to the bartender.
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