Shiny
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Chapter 7
(My beginning note: Currently, I am sitting at my computer listening to Elton John and all sorts of love songs. You know why? Because I think I am getting really depressed. Things are stressing me so much. So, I might up the romance in this, because it fits my current mood.
And I wanna give a HUGE shout-out to Risty. You've already helped me so much! Thank you times ten!)
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Rogue sat comfortably in the back of the limousine, sipping lazily on her Coca-Cola through a straw, all the while staring at the man sitting across from her. He was calm, hunched over slightly, his brown coat draped over his slim frame. He was starting back at her, mirroring the intensity of her own stare. Rogue took the initiative and broke the silence which had been erected between them. "What do you want with me?"
Mastermind shifted in his seat. 'I am not at the liberty to say."
Rogue leaned back, frustrated. She wasn't displeased she was being taken somewhere, she just wanted to know why. "Who IS going to tell me?"
"You know very well whom."
Rogue shrugged, but agreed. She DID know who it was. She DID know that at the end of the road lay a meeting with the Master of Magnetism. What she realized is that she wasn't resisting. She had got into the limousine of her own will, Mastermind's powers had nothing to do with her actions. This might have surprised her a month ago, but currently, she wasn't. Her mind had taken a whole different scope of the world, for better or worse, she didn't know, but she was more pleased with it this way. She looked out the window, and put her hand underneath her chin.
It was raining outside. Not as much raining, as a heavy drizzle, but it still had the same effect. The streets were doused with water, which made the headlights of cars reflect in interesting patterns. A child was outside, poking at a worm in a puddle, and he looked up at the limo when it passed, wondering what form of glamorous person was inside. When Rogue breathed on the window, it fogged up, but just as quickly reverted back into its clear form. After several hours, she had been getting unbearable bored. Mastermind was offering no conversation whatsoever, and there was nothing interesting outside. Just the same pristine looking houses, row after row. Green lawns, big elm trees, and happily glowing windows. She found herself thinking of things she never wanted to dwell on again. People she had left in her life. People that she had left behind. Although... most of these thoughts were negative. Every single little annoying idiosyncracy was magnified a thousand times. With a sigh of relief, she leaned back in her seat. Thank God she had left that part of her life behind. She had the feeling that she would have exploded if she had stayed much longer.
Rogue realized how restless she had been. She had been so bored with the X- men... so... incomplete. She felt as though she was being restricted, like a bird in a cage. There were so many rules, so many... boundaries that were forbidden to cross. Right when she felt that she couldn't keep her eye lids open anymore, the limousine suddenly stopped.
It was another suburban house, but something was different about this one: All the shutters were closed, and the blinds behind them down, allowing no cheery glow to escape them, like the other houses. Rogue stepped out of the limo, making sure not to step in any puddles, and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Mastermind, in turn, got out, but lingered, releasing the driver of the limo from his control. The driver shook his head to clear it, and drove away, very confused.
Rogue walked up to the door, which opened seemingly of its own accord, like in those old horror movies with the gothic mansions. She stepped over the threshold, and was followed by Mastermind. For the first time since this had begun, she felt apprehensive, but she shoved that feeling down into the deepest part of her mind. She turned a corner, and saw Magneto seated in a large, and rather intimidating arm chair. That wasn't what surprised her. What took her aback was that he wasn't wearing his usual uniform, but was wearing a black turtleneck and slacks. He looked very nice and trim, not like the power-hungry mutant she had been used to. He motioned for her to sit down. She did so, looking at him warily.
"What is it that you want?"
He smiled. "You're very blunt, do you know that? We shouldn't start off with that." He turned the dial to the gasoline powered fireplace, and a fire was instantly blazing from the hearth. "That's better." He turned back towards the girl. "I hope your ride here was comfortable."
She nodded, wanting him to get to the point.
He continued, pouring himself a glass of scotch. He took a drink and put it on the table beside him. He put his finger tips together, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. "I'm not an evil person, as the X-Men have so deemed me. I want what is best for our kind. ALL of our kind. I have the best intentions, the most noble intentions. Yet, for some reason, people find me a tyrant. The normal people, X-Men, and even some of my own." He paused, wanting to build up dramatic tension. After several seconds, he picked up the glass again and continued.
"You see, I recently had a small mutiny... or discovered dissension in the ranks, if you will. One of my own left abruptly a week ago." He chuckled ever so slightly. "A big mistake on his part, as I did take my revenge quickly after. However, I wasn't able to finish, because, as always, the X- Men were there to interfere." At this, his hand clenched around the glass, but he quickly regained his composure. "Now he has gone, and I see no possibility of his return. This leaves me with another spot on my team. As you have left the X-men, we would very much enjoy having you with us." He smiled invitingly, trying to make her want even more to join them.
The proposal sent a quiver down her spine, this could be the change she was looking for. But her skepticism took center stage. Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you want me?"
"Two simple reasons: First, your powers are unique, and very powerful. You haven't even tapped the vast potential that you hold. I doubt Xavier would let you explore them?"
She shook her head.
"Ah. I thought not. Secondly, you have vast knowledge of the X-men, having absorbed many of them over time. This would be very useful."
She crossed her legs, thinking about his proposal. It intrigued her, and she put a finger to her chin. "One condition. If I join, you do NOT hurt my brother."
Magneto nodded. He stepped up from his chair, and extended his hand. She took it.
"Mastermind." His commanding voice took over once again, pushing back the calm one. "Please show her to a room."
Rogue hadn't even noticed that the other mutant was still in the room. But he moved out of the corner, towards a door, and beckoned for her to follow him.
Magneto returned his attention to her. "You have made the best decision you ever had in your life. This is the start of a wonderful partnership."
"I'm sure." She simply said, then followed Mastermind through the door, and up a flight of stairs. He led her to a simple room, with a bed in one corner and a dresser in another. He left her there, and she moved over to the bed, lying down with a sigh. Soon after, she was asleep.
***
"What?!" John exclaimed, nearly raising himself out of his chair. Remy, across the table, gave him a piercing glance, which forced him back down into the seat. "Why did you let her join us? She's an X-man!" He spat the last word out with disgust.
Magneto turned around. "She will be a very important part of our team. And, you needn't worry about HER betraying us. I have a feeling she wants to be here. Something with the X-men left her... unsatisfied." He finished, finally finding the perfect word. "And if you ever question my decisions again..." He trailed off, threateningly.
John slumped down in his chair, crossing his arms. "Still... Its not going to be fun to have a Sheila with us." He grumbled.
Magneto turned to the other mutant, who was drumming his fingers slowly on the table. "And what do you think of this, Gambit?"
He shrugged. "Whatever's best..."
Magneto sighed. There were a few moments when he wished they would all just leave without any words, like Colossus did. But... they were a quintessential part of his team, and his overall plans.
Soon, in fact, very soon, he would be able to start work towards completing those plans. All he needed was a little cooperation from his Acolytes and some of that tactical genius tucked away in his head.
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(A/N: Hm... interesting. No Colossus in that episode? Does that make me like, sacrilegious or something? Ah well. So, school is out for me! Yeah! Lets all sing a song of joy! So... I'm so not sure where the hell I'm going with Rogue. But she is NOT GOING TO BE ANGSTY! Angsty Rogue has become a cliche in the fanfiction universe. She LIKES her power, people. She's not depressed all the time because she can't touch people. Remember her 'devil may care attitude.' and that is my extremely shortened version of my Rogue rant.
Go Avalanche!
So, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up by Christmas. But it will be most defiantly up by New Years. It all really depends on how depressed I get.
-L)
*****
Chapter 7
(My beginning note: Currently, I am sitting at my computer listening to Elton John and all sorts of love songs. You know why? Because I think I am getting really depressed. Things are stressing me so much. So, I might up the romance in this, because it fits my current mood.
And I wanna give a HUGE shout-out to Risty. You've already helped me so much! Thank you times ten!)
****
Rogue sat comfortably in the back of the limousine, sipping lazily on her Coca-Cola through a straw, all the while staring at the man sitting across from her. He was calm, hunched over slightly, his brown coat draped over his slim frame. He was starting back at her, mirroring the intensity of her own stare. Rogue took the initiative and broke the silence which had been erected between them. "What do you want with me?"
Mastermind shifted in his seat. 'I am not at the liberty to say."
Rogue leaned back, frustrated. She wasn't displeased she was being taken somewhere, she just wanted to know why. "Who IS going to tell me?"
"You know very well whom."
Rogue shrugged, but agreed. She DID know who it was. She DID know that at the end of the road lay a meeting with the Master of Magnetism. What she realized is that she wasn't resisting. She had got into the limousine of her own will, Mastermind's powers had nothing to do with her actions. This might have surprised her a month ago, but currently, she wasn't. Her mind had taken a whole different scope of the world, for better or worse, she didn't know, but she was more pleased with it this way. She looked out the window, and put her hand underneath her chin.
It was raining outside. Not as much raining, as a heavy drizzle, but it still had the same effect. The streets were doused with water, which made the headlights of cars reflect in interesting patterns. A child was outside, poking at a worm in a puddle, and he looked up at the limo when it passed, wondering what form of glamorous person was inside. When Rogue breathed on the window, it fogged up, but just as quickly reverted back into its clear form. After several hours, she had been getting unbearable bored. Mastermind was offering no conversation whatsoever, and there was nothing interesting outside. Just the same pristine looking houses, row after row. Green lawns, big elm trees, and happily glowing windows. She found herself thinking of things she never wanted to dwell on again. People she had left in her life. People that she had left behind. Although... most of these thoughts were negative. Every single little annoying idiosyncracy was magnified a thousand times. With a sigh of relief, she leaned back in her seat. Thank God she had left that part of her life behind. She had the feeling that she would have exploded if she had stayed much longer.
Rogue realized how restless she had been. She had been so bored with the X- men... so... incomplete. She felt as though she was being restricted, like a bird in a cage. There were so many rules, so many... boundaries that were forbidden to cross. Right when she felt that she couldn't keep her eye lids open anymore, the limousine suddenly stopped.
It was another suburban house, but something was different about this one: All the shutters were closed, and the blinds behind them down, allowing no cheery glow to escape them, like the other houses. Rogue stepped out of the limo, making sure not to step in any puddles, and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Mastermind, in turn, got out, but lingered, releasing the driver of the limo from his control. The driver shook his head to clear it, and drove away, very confused.
Rogue walked up to the door, which opened seemingly of its own accord, like in those old horror movies with the gothic mansions. She stepped over the threshold, and was followed by Mastermind. For the first time since this had begun, she felt apprehensive, but she shoved that feeling down into the deepest part of her mind. She turned a corner, and saw Magneto seated in a large, and rather intimidating arm chair. That wasn't what surprised her. What took her aback was that he wasn't wearing his usual uniform, but was wearing a black turtleneck and slacks. He looked very nice and trim, not like the power-hungry mutant she had been used to. He motioned for her to sit down. She did so, looking at him warily.
"What is it that you want?"
He smiled. "You're very blunt, do you know that? We shouldn't start off with that." He turned the dial to the gasoline powered fireplace, and a fire was instantly blazing from the hearth. "That's better." He turned back towards the girl. "I hope your ride here was comfortable."
She nodded, wanting him to get to the point.
He continued, pouring himself a glass of scotch. He took a drink and put it on the table beside him. He put his finger tips together, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. "I'm not an evil person, as the X-Men have so deemed me. I want what is best for our kind. ALL of our kind. I have the best intentions, the most noble intentions. Yet, for some reason, people find me a tyrant. The normal people, X-Men, and even some of my own." He paused, wanting to build up dramatic tension. After several seconds, he picked up the glass again and continued.
"You see, I recently had a small mutiny... or discovered dissension in the ranks, if you will. One of my own left abruptly a week ago." He chuckled ever so slightly. "A big mistake on his part, as I did take my revenge quickly after. However, I wasn't able to finish, because, as always, the X- Men were there to interfere." At this, his hand clenched around the glass, but he quickly regained his composure. "Now he has gone, and I see no possibility of his return. This leaves me with another spot on my team. As you have left the X-men, we would very much enjoy having you with us." He smiled invitingly, trying to make her want even more to join them.
The proposal sent a quiver down her spine, this could be the change she was looking for. But her skepticism took center stage. Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you want me?"
"Two simple reasons: First, your powers are unique, and very powerful. You haven't even tapped the vast potential that you hold. I doubt Xavier would let you explore them?"
She shook her head.
"Ah. I thought not. Secondly, you have vast knowledge of the X-men, having absorbed many of them over time. This would be very useful."
She crossed her legs, thinking about his proposal. It intrigued her, and she put a finger to her chin. "One condition. If I join, you do NOT hurt my brother."
Magneto nodded. He stepped up from his chair, and extended his hand. She took it.
"Mastermind." His commanding voice took over once again, pushing back the calm one. "Please show her to a room."
Rogue hadn't even noticed that the other mutant was still in the room. But he moved out of the corner, towards a door, and beckoned for her to follow him.
Magneto returned his attention to her. "You have made the best decision you ever had in your life. This is the start of a wonderful partnership."
"I'm sure." She simply said, then followed Mastermind through the door, and up a flight of stairs. He led her to a simple room, with a bed in one corner and a dresser in another. He left her there, and she moved over to the bed, lying down with a sigh. Soon after, she was asleep.
***
"What?!" John exclaimed, nearly raising himself out of his chair. Remy, across the table, gave him a piercing glance, which forced him back down into the seat. "Why did you let her join us? She's an X-man!" He spat the last word out with disgust.
Magneto turned around. "She will be a very important part of our team. And, you needn't worry about HER betraying us. I have a feeling she wants to be here. Something with the X-men left her... unsatisfied." He finished, finally finding the perfect word. "And if you ever question my decisions again..." He trailed off, threateningly.
John slumped down in his chair, crossing his arms. "Still... Its not going to be fun to have a Sheila with us." He grumbled.
Magneto turned to the other mutant, who was drumming his fingers slowly on the table. "And what do you think of this, Gambit?"
He shrugged. "Whatever's best..."
Magneto sighed. There were a few moments when he wished they would all just leave without any words, like Colossus did. But... they were a quintessential part of his team, and his overall plans.
Soon, in fact, very soon, he would be able to start work towards completing those plans. All he needed was a little cooperation from his Acolytes and some of that tactical genius tucked away in his head.
****
(A/N: Hm... interesting. No Colossus in that episode? Does that make me like, sacrilegious or something? Ah well. So, school is out for me! Yeah! Lets all sing a song of joy! So... I'm so not sure where the hell I'm going with Rogue. But she is NOT GOING TO BE ANGSTY! Angsty Rogue has become a cliche in the fanfiction universe. She LIKES her power, people. She's not depressed all the time because she can't touch people. Remember her 'devil may care attitude.' and that is my extremely shortened version of my Rogue rant.
Go Avalanche!
So, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up by Christmas. But it will be most defiantly up by New Years. It all really depends on how depressed I get.
-L)