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Chapter Three: "Roll Tonight"

"Ah hit her with my car! She was walkin' away from the Institute, an my truck started skidding around that last curve, an she was crushed by a tree that Ah hit, an Xavier an Jean an Scott were tryin ta keep her away from here an she left an…an…" Rogue trailed off as she broke down for the second time.

"Calm down Rogue," Lance calmed her down and then gathered Kitty into his arms. "Why did you come here of all places? We don't even have a first aid kit? We should take her back to the Institute," he told Rogue as he headed out the door toward his jeep.

"NO! We cain't do that!" Rogue screamed as she ran out to stop him.

"WHY NOT!" Lance yelled incredulously.

"Ya don't understand! They were controlling her! The Professor was controlling her mind, Lance! We cain't take her back!" Rogue screamed.

"Well, where are we supposed to go? We can't take her to the hospital, they'll hand her over to the fucking police!" Lance yelled back.

"We hafta bring her ta Magneto. He's the only one other than Xavier that's got a med unit that's half decent!" Rogue retorted angrily.

"Magneto? But, who knows what he'll do to her! Use her for some freak experiment? I don't fucking think so! He'd screw with her brain just as much as Xavier," Lance gritted out through clenched teeth.

"We don't got much choice, Lance. She's dyin' right now, an if we don't get her some help, she's gonna die, right in yer fucking arms. Now, we're gonna take her ta Magneto's place, so go get yer silver haired bitch an LET'S GO!" Rogue commanded furiously.

"So Can We Roll Tonight"

"Roll Through Your Desert, Can We Start Over?"

"And Just Run Away."

"Run Away Tonight."

"It Ain't No Victory, But I Don't Care."

"I Don't Care If It's Wrong Or It's Right"

"We Can Just Run Away."

"Run Away Tonight."

"It Ain't No Victory, But I Don't Care."

"I Don't Care If It's Wrong Or It's Right."

- Live

Kitty dashed out into the fog, searching frantically for the vehicle that the keys belonged to, repeatedly pressing the unlock button on the key ring. She finally heard a faint honk through the mist, and ran through what appeared to be a garage door in search of the honk. She pressed the button again and was rewarded with another honk, this time coming from a familiar old jeep.

"It would be Lance's jeep that I grabbed the keys to," she thought unhappily. She ran towards it, her nose assaulted by the smell of gasoline and cigarette smoke.

"Is someone in here?" she yelled, hoping that she was alone.

All she got in response was the silence encompassing the garage. She sighed in relief as she hopped into the front seat and started up the jeep, the tires squealing as she pulled out into the night.

She dodged several pedestrians and cars as she searched for a way out of London.

God Kurt, she thought, Why? Why didn't you keep yourself safe? Why Lance? Why did we ever break up? I love you! Why would I do that to us? Why Rogue? Why can't you heal yourself? You can do everything except heal yourself. Why would you have to suffer like that? Why?

A single tear rolled down her face, soon followed by many others.

How come the world is so intolerant? Why must anyone have to deal with shit like this? Why is everyone so evil? Why is life so cruel?

She drove, crying for lost friends, for lost love, for lost trust. She cried her soul out as she sped down the little rugged lane she ended up turning onto. The little county road led her deep into the country where the only sign of life was the occasional distant light in a cottage. She grew more and more depressed as she drove on, considering her remaining friends and relationships. She finally decided that she did not want to live in this new world of oppression, lost friends, and non-existent family. She was losing her best friend in twenty-five hours, and she didn't want to have to deal with watching her die. She'd lost her only love, and agreed to marry an annoying prick in his place, and her second best friend in the world was already dead.

She began to look around for the nearest convenient tree to run into and end her misery.

"Blast England with its fucking empty fields!" she screamed as she drove another twelve miles without spotting a single tree. She finally lucked out and spotted a gnarled old oak at a crossroads.

She sped the jeep up as she approached the tree, her gaze never wavering from her course………

…………………………

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" came a startled yell from the back, shocking Kitty and causing her to look backwards and slam on the brakes. Catapulted forward into the backseat was an angry looking Lance with a half smoked cigarette hanging from his lips.

"I'm killing myself, what does it look like I'm doing," Kitty retorted crossly, turning back to her set course and speeding up again. The front of the Jeep was roughly six hundred yards from the trunk of the tree, and the distance was closing quickly as the speed climbed.

"WHAT! Stop this jeep right NOW! I swear to God Kitty, if you crash my jeep and kill yourself, I will bring you back to life and kill you myself!" Lance roared as he stumbled forward towards the front seat in an attempt to stop her.

"I don't think so. I will not live in this awful world! Good Bye Cruel world! Good Bye Lance! I always loved you!" Kitty yelled at two feet from the trunk.

Lance lunged forward and wrenched the steering wheel to the left, just as they impacted.

GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKSSSSSSSHHHHHH!

"Whad au ye doin 'ere?" came the incredulous Aussie accent outside the gates of Magneto's compound.

"We got a car accident, Pyro!" Pietro yelled. "Let us in, you fucking idiot!"

"'Ey, 'ey! Na need da yill, mate! We ain't thi fucking Red Cross. Whadaya expect me da do? Magnedo's given ordas thet no one entas thi base," Pyro's voice crackled over the intercom.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MAGNETO'S ORDERS!" Lance screamed into the intercom. "LET US IN, OR DIE, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

"Allroit, allroit! But ef Magnedo finds out, ye're gonna be thi one 'oo dies!" came Pyro's yell through the speakers as the gates opened.

The jeep spewed dirt as the tires squealed up the concealed drive to the converted warehouse. The doors of the jeep were thrown open before it even stopped, and Rogue carried Kitty up to the front doors. They swung open, revealing a snarling Sabretooth and a flaming Pyro.

"Whad 'append da 'er? Diya run ova 'er wit ya precious jeep?" Pyro sneered at Lance.

"Get-out-of-my-way, Pyro. We need to get her to the med unit, NOW!" Lance snarled back, grabbing Pyro by the throat and hauling him into the air.

"Na need da get snippy, mate. Ye gen come en," Pyro choked out.

"That's more like it," Lance retorted as he threw Pyro backward landing him into a wall.

"Na prablem," Pyro rasped, rubbing his throat.

"If you want her to live, you should hurry," Sabretooth growled, startling all of them.

"Thanks," Rogue said, "Could ya show us where it is?"

"Iknowehereitis!" Pietro exclaimed speedily, grabbed Kitty out of Rogue's hands, and dashed down the hall with her; the rest following as fast as they could.