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Chapter Three-Loss of Control

" The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye. "

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Silken hands of the sweetest and most poisonous kind slid sinfully slow against a certain Cajun's neck and Rogue watched dazedly as Remy's eye's rolled backed inside his head; recent memories and thoughts rushing forth like a tyrannical tsunami flooded and swarmed within the southern girl's mind. She gasped, trying to regain her breathing, the man before her sliding unceremoniously to the floor. She grapsed her tight chest, heaving as the personalities within her mind were raging war over the space the new one was trying to take over. " Stop it..., " she raggedly whispered to herself, trying to silence the voices within her mind. She suddenly felt hot and nervous when she finally calmed the raging storm of her thoughts and looked to see herself charging her clothes with kinetic energy without realizing it. ' Gambit's powers...' she thought.

She looked down to the unconscious man on the ground and thought to give him a hard kick but did nothing of the sort. She didn't like the way stirred her emotions and caused her defenses and mental shields to fall. She couldn't hide her feelings from him when he used his damn empathy and she hated the way he relished in the fact; in the fact that he knew she felt something. He was the first to ever willingly touch her, for the sheer pleasure of touching, knowing what she could do at the contact of her skin against another's, before she could even control her powers. Of course then as well, he had fallen unconscious, and his intentions that had flooded her mind was startling. He had wanted to kiss her...that first time...that was all he wanted to do and didn't mind the consequences...

He had made more attempts afterward and she would always frown and tell him what a sick bastard he was for getting kicks out of being knocked out and having his power taken away, yet he always smiled, bringing his face close to hers, " Yo' worth it, chere, even if Remy be jealous y' steal his powa. " When Xavier had finally helped her master her powers, his persistence only became worse. When she had refused his flirtations and affections even after having the ability to control her powers, he began to stir the emotions and moods within her dreams and control them completely, every morning waiting outside the institute to here about her thoughts upon the dream scenario he had created for her.

He would merely ask for a kiss or a date, some suggestions not-so-subtle but jokingly made all the same time. Now he was asking her to go back to New Orleans with him and she didn't know quite what to do. She needed a momentary release from the confusion and torrent tug-of-war thoughts coursing through her brain that she had switched on her powers and had absorbed him until he blacked out. Shivering slightly, knowing when he awoke he would be mad, she turned to leave. The bell for school would ring any minute and she had to try to think of a way to distract her mind from the impending fear of the future dream that was to come in tonight's sleeping session. She knew he would attack her with a fury for what she had did and she didn't know if she would be able to handle the delicious yet tormenting dream.

Sighing, she wrapped her arms around herself and made her way...

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" How long do you think the storm's gonna last? " There was no reply to her innocent question and there was no surprise in the lack of answer from the older man. She rolled her eye's and huffed, loud and indulgent to make sure the wolverine heard her. " Hello? Logan? When people ask questions, you like, answer them and not be a total asshole-"

" Watch your language, half-pint, " he growled, turning her way to make sure his point struck home. However, it had no effect on her and she waved it away, " Alright, alright. You act as if your going to do something about it. " She was silent for a few minutes, hugging her legs tighter to her chest for more warmth as the man tried to build a makeshift fire. " Do you think their looking for us? You don't think the just, like, left us or something to you? "

He rolled his own eye's at the stupidity of the question, the girl's teenaged dialogue alone wracking his nerves, " Yes, I think they left us. " She scoffed at his answer, " You don't have to be so mean! " His head was beginning to ache and he wondered if it was from the sugar-infested, hyper-active teenager across the cave. They had only been here for a few hours and already he didn't know if he could survive. " Kitty... " Something harsh and rapid washed over him and he suddenly went numb.

" Logan? "

Pain tinged the edges of the numbness and it followed fast and hard and he was suddenly struck with it, crying out. " Logan! " The girl ran to the man who had collapsed on the floor, scared by the odd whimpering that was emitting from his mouth. His vision was becoming hazy and blurry and somewhere within his mind, he knew what was happening and he doubted that Kitty could help him this time. She had barely managed the last time. " Get away from me..., " he growled out, trying to hold on to his last bit of control that was steadily slipping away. A frown struck her face and she pushed away, angry and hurt at the harshness of his tone, not quite connecting and registering what was happening. " Fine, be cold and almighty, ' He-who-does-everything-alone! ' But when you need my help, don't like, bother to look my way. " She turned and left him, huddling in a corner, not bothering to look his way.

After a while, things became silent and she didn't mind so much as the lids of her eye's began to droop and sink within her head. The cold was gone even though her feet were completely numb. She adjusted her head to try to find a comfortable spot against the hard rock of the corner of the cave, the fire still going strong. Just as she was finally on the brink of sleep, she shivered as the hairs upon her neck were disturbed by a slight, small breeze of warm air. Opening her eye's, she turned her head to become face to face with a calm, quite Logan. The close proximity of their faces were to advance maximity and she doubted if the could get any closer.

" Logan? "

There was no response and she was slightly edged by the lack of emotion within the man's eye's. She had seen that look before. When he had...She was suddenly lacking air in her lungs at the realization of what was happening and she didn't know how quite to handle the fear that surged about the chords of her being. ' He smells, fear. He can smell your fear, ' she remembered silently, mentally smacking herself in the head. A small smile curved about his lips as he sensed it to and twisted his head around her neck, her back already against the wall.

She had to talk sense into him. She had to bring him back. He was lost into his animal side and she knew she would have to brave the storm once more. " Logan, it's Kitty. Y'know, crazy driver kid? Were about to go home and I can beg you about using your motorcycle and you can tell me no like you always do. Remember that incident with the- " but her thoughts and her words all together were completely silenced at the feel of the man's tong slowly running against the side of her neck. This was a new level of madness. This was something he had never done before and now she didn't know quite how to handle it. The storm was still raging outside yet maybe she could try to run and get lost so he could come to his senses.

Her fear had doubled and in response to his keen senses, he jerkily grapsed her wrists. " Logan..., " she whimpered piteously, her fright mounting to new and devastatingly high heights. " What are you doing? " Yet there was no answer and the carnivorous shell before her and she didn't even know she was crying. A rough, calloused hand grazed softly against her throat. His body was leaning almost atop hers and she tried not to cry out as the sharp edges of the cave's rocky wall was digging into her back. The situation seemed impossible and her mind was still reeling at what was happening. It wasn't his fault. He was suffering another one of his attacks. Yet as much as she tried to add logic to the illogical, her fear slithered along her innocent mind and her anger burned and boiled with it's fiery intensity at the unfairness of the situation. It got the best of her and she made to shove at the beast before her. She later wished she could have phased through the wall but at the time, her fear had taken over her mind, paralyzing her and preventing her from even thinking of her mutation. Following quick with jutting her knee between his legs, she edged out from her falling mass and made for the entrance, blizzard be damned.

As soon as she made it to the entrance, the biting wind hit her face and her feet sank within the snow. She tried to run, not thinking about the gravity of earth and the pull of the snow as she fell. Yet her fear burned her on and she was quick to get back up again. Taking her time a bit, if regretfully, slower, she began to trudge through the cold and hard-pact snow. She kept her eye's closed as she continued, the wind making her eye's tear, the snow before her blocking her vision. She couldn't see and all she could hear was the wailing wind that wrapped around her and tossed her about, yet she clung to herself, her arm's wrapped tight around her being. ' This is madness, you'll never get out alive! ' her mind shouted at her, her tears freezing and clinging to her frost-bitten face.

She wanted home, she wanted her room, and her friends before Logan found her. The insanity of that statement! It was always Logan that had saved her on numerous occasions. The man had bled for her! But he wasn't in his right mind. ' Just until he's better. I'll only hate him until he's better, ' she tried to tell herself. There was a sense of loathing for herself and she didn't know quite how to staunch it.

Flurries of snow flew, no, slammed into her face, chills of cold and fright slithering up and down her spine. ' When all this is over, he's like, gonna get a taste of Pryde foot ' Even in her inner thought's, she whimpered when she complained. Her anger was spurring her on and she believed that she could make it. That she could find shelter away from the storm until it let up and locate the others and see if Logan was better. She had been fighting through it long enough, and with the raging winds, his canine senses wouldn't do him much good with scents being tossed everywhere about the wind. It would only confuse him if he dared to go after her, especially with her artful kick between his legs. It almost made her smile at the prospect. She almost smiled at the thought of being able to escape. She almost smiled until her body was knocked roughly to the ground, spinning her to come face to face with a maddened Wolverine.

' No no no, ' her mind screamed. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he dragged her back. She began to scream, loud, wailing, and wild in the hopes that the others were searching and would here her. But the wind would not carry any sound along with it's own deafening screeching, so she realized soon that she was doomed.

Once inside, he through her to the floor, his claws out and bared before her as another scream froze within the confines of her throat. " Logan please. Please, " she tried to beg with the last bit of her control as the beginning of a tormenting three weeks began.

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" She's not coming, is she? " Kurt asked quietly, his food forgotten as he looked off in space, " You share a voom vith her. Vhat happened, Rogue?, " the German accent in her younger brother's voice always seemed new and refreshing to the normality and constant tone's of those of New York and although she never commented upon it, she liked his voice. " Ah don' know. Ah've tried to ask, but she just puts off mah questions. " She didn't see his stare and continued her homework in the hopes of not having to do it at the institute.

" Your not a very good liar, " he whispered strangely and stood to leave. Rogue looked up to her brother and was slightly disturbed by the expression on his face, " Kurt? " He stopped and looked at his sister, his eye's calculating and sizing her up, opposite to his usual optimistic and joke full demeanor. " Are you going to New Orleans? "

His question stopped her dead cold. " What are ya talkin' about? " A frown etched about his face, yet it soon disappeared and he turned to smile at her, " Nothing. Just forget I asked. " He left before she could stop him. She didn't know quite what to think. Kurt must have spotted her with Gambit. Even though her brother wouldn't betray her and keep it to himself, she felt guilty...

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" Vhen vill it be?," he asked, his hands shoved tight within his pocket's, looking skeptically at the man before him.

How long d' y' t'ink it'll take b'fore t' chere gives in?, " the Cajun asked, leaning against the wall. Kurt looked away in thought, yet his answer was quick, " Not long. She can hardly sleep. This vould be good for her, " then he turned to the man, his eye's intent and almost murderous, " if your intentions are what you say they are. " Gambit smiled, somewhat annoyed and amused at the same time by the protective nature of the mutant. " Don' worry, mon ami. D'femme with be bien wit Gambit. Gambit hurt her, he let y' take him anywhere y' like. " Kurt nodded once as if to certify the deal, " I'll transport you to the arctic if you hurt her. "

Gambit smiled wickedly as he extended his hand, Kurt taking it cautiously, aware of the Cajun's kinetic abilities, as was the older man aware of the German's teleportation mutation, " Don' deal, mon frère. "

A/N: Everyone who's wondering about Logan, please please please bear with me. I know it's confusing, that's what I was aiming for in the hopes of making it interesting. I know his chip has been taken out, anyone who knows evolution knows that! I'm just trying to come up with this thing called a " plot " and I'm sorry if I've been dragging it out. Thanks anyways, please review! More reviews I get, the faster the next chapter will be out and if I don't get enough reviews, I'm not updating. ( I'm a selfish little bastard, what can I say? ) Feedback is wicked monkey love and motivated me to do better. Thank you thank you thank you for reading and please review. PLEASE!!!