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Chapter Nine-The Rage of Love

Logan's claws raked her skin. Viciously and deep. A bloodcurdling scream wrenched forth from her lips and she stumbled. But her faulty was short-lived, as she was back on her feet, ready to tear at him once more. She would win. Even if she had to kill him in the process, she would destroy him.

Rogue silenced her crying at the feel on the hands placed upon her hips. Warm and dry, she felt Gambit's naked hands upon her, moving against her languidly, and trailing lower.

She shuddered.

And felt nauseated.

She swallowed the bile down her throat and tried not to jump when his lips met her skin. She inwardly cringed, wanting to turn and flea, rip the shower-head from the wall and break his skull open, let his thoughts, and brains, and blood pour out. The things he had done to her! He had hit her. Several times. Unmercifully, painfully, heart-breakingly. On the floor, she had weezed when his foot collided with her stomach and she had seen stars. She had to get away. Somehow, someway.

" Chere, " the tone was commanding and firm, no gentle-ness within it. She turned and their lips met, kissing him obediently. She had to get away.

" I vant to talk to her, " Kurt shouted, his anger rising, screaming within the phone.

" Tomorrow, mon ami. Rogue be sleepin'. " " Not good enough, " Kurt replied, his patience no longer existent. " I'm tellin' y'she don' wan't to talk to y'. " Kurt made to yell but paused, his breath frozen in his throat as he looked to his now open windows, Remy LeBeau staring at him wearily.

" Where is she, " he asked, the theifs face haggard and seemingly tired. Kurt didn't know how to respond, the phone almost falling from his hands. " Where my chere? " Gambit asked once more, slighly annoyed.

" If your here, ven who's on the pho? "

"Kurt, who y'be talkin' to, " the voice of Remy LeBeau questioned on the reciever. ' How's that possible. It's his voice. But he's standing right in front of me...'

" Him..." the Gambit before him whispered, eyeing the phone. " He already got to her, " his voice was fearful, his right hand trembling. " Who, " Kurt questioned, ignoring the Cajun voice on the phone.

" She'll know it not be me. She'll know he isn't me, " he muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair. " Vhat's going on, " Kurt's voice was frantic, his confusion making him panic. " Hang up the phone before he know's it's me, " Gambit whispered, his eye's wide like a madman's. Kurt did so without question, immediately turning to Gambit. " Tell me..., " the German man breathed, looking at the disturbed theif who looked like he had been through hell and back again.

" He's out there. Lookin' like me, talkin' like me. He's got my Rogue. He's gonna hurt her...if he hadn't already. "

" Someone out vhere who looks like you? Another Gambit? "

" Oiu, but he be know Gambit. And he has the fille. We goin' to N'Awlin's. And fast. I'll explain on the way. " Questions were no longer asked as the two rushed to leave, Kurt not even leaving a note. Remy, the real Remy, knew that as each second past, the more and more likely were the chances of Rogue suffering, hurting. He couldn't let it come to pass. He would find her. And find him...

She knew it was now or never. She needed to sneak the girl out of the estaste quickly and quietly, through a way she used on her own accord, a way Emil had created for her. Her Remy wasn't the same and she be damned if he continued to hurt the girl. She would help her escape. She would make sure she fled the complex. She would...

A match struck. A face was illuminated by the firelight and the dark woman gasped at what she saw. " Salut Mattie. What can I do for you, " Remy whispered the last part, a strange grin etched about his mouth.

She jabbed and kicked at his ribs when given the few chances she had and he swore that he had broken a few. He gasped with the pain but welcomed it. He would give it to her. Give her everything. Just as she was doing now. He swung hard for her jaw, but she dodged, quick and skillful upon her feet. His ankle caught her's and they fell. Him upon her and there was nothing they could do about it. It was Kitty. Kitty who had made the conncetion. Kitty who had roughly brought her mouth to his and he who returned it with full force. They were breathless and exhausted. Hurting and injured but it didn't matter.

She focused on the way his toung pierced in and out within her mouth and her mind began to settle. Everything was comming into place like a puzzle piece. And she clung to him. Needing him, wanting the feel of him against her, wanting to love him without the hate, wanting to be normal again. Wanting herself. And he felt alive. It wasn't a dream, not this time. It was real and it was now. He would beg for forgiveness, he would give everything to her, and finally show her the depth of his feelings. The last thought rolled around in his mind and he wanted laugh at the " sweetness " of it. He wasn't made of " sweetness. " But he loved her. And that would be his undoing in the end. Especially so when her hips connected with his in that seductive way that made his eye's roll in the back of his head.

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