I really have to apologize for the delay, so I am soooooooo
sorry! I realized at the end of this chapter how short my chapter really
are, so after this chapter I'll try to make them a little longer. I do not
own X-Men, Marvel does. Please r/r.
Chapter 13: Le Choix
The air seemed thick as he took long breaths, taking in the mid day air, and trying to sort things out. Four days. Only four quick days until they were supposed to kill them, all of them, when in the end, was it even necessary? Destroying one life is too much, but a handful of lives for an unclear vision? It was all too familiar to him. He took a drag from his cigarette as he looked out into the distant lights of the city. Remy always went on the roof when he wanted to be alone, or just think, and at the moment, he needed to think desperately. He knew he had to tell her, but an ominous cloud seemed to leer on the horizon, as if the whole thing was already plotted. Though he never wanted to believe in destiny, and he always contested against fate, deep down sometimes he knew that he believed it more than anything. There was no easy way out of this situation, none whatsoever.
He needed to do the right thing, and he would do it; fill her in on the plans, take her back to Bayville to warn the others, help save them, but then what? What would become of their relationship? Hell, what would become of him? Magneto made no idle threats, and he would use the knowledge he had against Remy. It might seem drastic, but he would have no other choice but to leave the country. The police would be after him, and his enemies spread throughout the country would know where to find him, which meant that he would not be safe in the United States any longer. She would stay of course, it was only logical, and perhaps she would realize that this romance meant nothing, that it was the entire situation influencing their actions. That's what will probably happen; she'll snap out of her silly little teenage fantasy and chastise herself for being to stupid and naïve.
"J'deteste le monde" he sighed exhaling the smoke. Remy flicked the cigarette off the roof and stood up getting ready for the events that would surely go by in a flash. He made his way down the staircase which led him to the floor that his home was located. With one more long, drawn out breath he opened the door and walked into the apartment, eventually finding himself in the kitchen where she sat. He internally groaned, she was still beautiful; he had hoped that it would be made easy for him, that he would walk in there and she would be unattractive, and repulsive, but even if that happened, he feared that it would make no difference, and that he would still lov- Think she was an admirable person. Rogue was still beautiful, and it was killing him inside, for he knew that in four days, maybe a little more, it would be goodbye, and who knew if they would ever meet again?
She had stolen more of his clothes; one of his longer long sleeved shirts that came to her mid thighs looked more like a dress because she had used her belt to separate a top from bottom. The scary thing about it was, she could actually pull it off. Rogue had made coffee, he had noticed as the aroma filled the air. Finally, after him standing there for a moment, she felt a pair of eyes on her and looked at him.
"Hey," she smiled, but did not get up. Truth be told, she would like nothing more than to run up to him and kiss him, but it just wasn't her style.
"Hey," Remy on the other hand wasn't as shy; he walked up to the other side of the counter, reached over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Coffee huh? You're a life saver chere," he went over to the partially full coffee pot and poured some for himself.
"Rough meeting?" her voice sounded sad as though she had just remembered where he had been. This made him freeze for a moment, but then took a seat next to her.
"Bad things are goin' down," he told her seriously, "very bad things."
"Involving the X-Men?" he nodded in reply, "You have to tell me."
"I know," he sighed and took a sip of coffee, "In a week the Acolytes are aimin' to kill," he had meant to explain the details of the meeting, to tell her this more delicately, but the direct approach just shot out of his mouth. Rogue scowled.
"Shoulda known it would come to this sooner or later," she looked away from him, knowing what a good man he was for telling her, "I gotta go back Remy."
"I know," he reached out to take one of her hands, "Tell me when you're ready to leave," she looked at him almost shocked.
"You mean you're taking me? You'd risk it?"
"I figure, Magneto is gonna find out I was the loose end anyway, so Remy might as well help out," he placed his mug on the counter as did she. For a moment a wave of happiness consumed her, because he was doing all of this for her, not for money, and not because it was the right thing, but for her and her alone. She soon after realized that this wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"And then?" a worried look crossed her features, "What will you do afterwards?"
"Dunno," he shrugged, "Get out of the country for a while, see the sites, at least until it's safe to come back," she practically lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck in embrace.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear, "But, if this is gonna put you at risk, I'd rather go it alone," he pulled her away from him.
"Doesn't work like dat chere," he gave a little smile, "Don't worry bout' Remy, he can take care of himself."
"But who will take care of me?" she questioned, but he just shook his head.
"I wouldn't be able to fight against you, or your friends, I just can't hurt you and the people who you belong with," there was a silence for a long time before Rogue brought him back into an embrace.
"I understand," she whispered once more as she took off her ring, though he didn't know, "But, I don't want to lose you for such a long time," she pulled away.
"But chere-" she cut him off.
"Shh," and with that she kissed him, which would have been a welcome thing if only she was wearing her ring. Rogue began to absorb his energy, and when she felt him lose consciousness she broke the contact and put her ring back on, "Sorry it had to be like this sugah, forgive me," she began to search his drawers and shelves until she found some thick tape and tied his hands together behind the chair, along with binding his legs together at the ankles. In need for transportation Rogue rummaged through his pockets until she found his keys; twirling them in her hand, in a Gambit like way, she left the apartment, and drove off to warn her friends.
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Hours later Remy woke up hours later, feeling like he had a massive hangover. The earlier scene came flooding back to him as he found himself unable to rise from his sitting position. Remy looked down to see himself thoroughly trapped to the chair, but he knew he would be able to escape by giving it a little charge---He found that his powers were too drained at the moment to even blow the tape. He gave a little laugh, and began to struggle with his bonds, but to no avail, he would just have to wait until his powers recharged.
"Petite malin---"
"Clever little---"
Again, sorry it took so long, insomnia messes with the creative juices. Please r/r.
Chapter 13: Le Choix
The air seemed thick as he took long breaths, taking in the mid day air, and trying to sort things out. Four days. Only four quick days until they were supposed to kill them, all of them, when in the end, was it even necessary? Destroying one life is too much, but a handful of lives for an unclear vision? It was all too familiar to him. He took a drag from his cigarette as he looked out into the distant lights of the city. Remy always went on the roof when he wanted to be alone, or just think, and at the moment, he needed to think desperately. He knew he had to tell her, but an ominous cloud seemed to leer on the horizon, as if the whole thing was already plotted. Though he never wanted to believe in destiny, and he always contested against fate, deep down sometimes he knew that he believed it more than anything. There was no easy way out of this situation, none whatsoever.
He needed to do the right thing, and he would do it; fill her in on the plans, take her back to Bayville to warn the others, help save them, but then what? What would become of their relationship? Hell, what would become of him? Magneto made no idle threats, and he would use the knowledge he had against Remy. It might seem drastic, but he would have no other choice but to leave the country. The police would be after him, and his enemies spread throughout the country would know where to find him, which meant that he would not be safe in the United States any longer. She would stay of course, it was only logical, and perhaps she would realize that this romance meant nothing, that it was the entire situation influencing their actions. That's what will probably happen; she'll snap out of her silly little teenage fantasy and chastise herself for being to stupid and naïve.
"J'deteste le monde" he sighed exhaling the smoke. Remy flicked the cigarette off the roof and stood up getting ready for the events that would surely go by in a flash. He made his way down the staircase which led him to the floor that his home was located. With one more long, drawn out breath he opened the door and walked into the apartment, eventually finding himself in the kitchen where she sat. He internally groaned, she was still beautiful; he had hoped that it would be made easy for him, that he would walk in there and she would be unattractive, and repulsive, but even if that happened, he feared that it would make no difference, and that he would still lov- Think she was an admirable person. Rogue was still beautiful, and it was killing him inside, for he knew that in four days, maybe a little more, it would be goodbye, and who knew if they would ever meet again?
She had stolen more of his clothes; one of his longer long sleeved shirts that came to her mid thighs looked more like a dress because she had used her belt to separate a top from bottom. The scary thing about it was, she could actually pull it off. Rogue had made coffee, he had noticed as the aroma filled the air. Finally, after him standing there for a moment, she felt a pair of eyes on her and looked at him.
"Hey," she smiled, but did not get up. Truth be told, she would like nothing more than to run up to him and kiss him, but it just wasn't her style.
"Hey," Remy on the other hand wasn't as shy; he walked up to the other side of the counter, reached over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Coffee huh? You're a life saver chere," he went over to the partially full coffee pot and poured some for himself.
"Rough meeting?" her voice sounded sad as though she had just remembered where he had been. This made him freeze for a moment, but then took a seat next to her.
"Bad things are goin' down," he told her seriously, "very bad things."
"Involving the X-Men?" he nodded in reply, "You have to tell me."
"I know," he sighed and took a sip of coffee, "In a week the Acolytes are aimin' to kill," he had meant to explain the details of the meeting, to tell her this more delicately, but the direct approach just shot out of his mouth. Rogue scowled.
"Shoulda known it would come to this sooner or later," she looked away from him, knowing what a good man he was for telling her, "I gotta go back Remy."
"I know," he reached out to take one of her hands, "Tell me when you're ready to leave," she looked at him almost shocked.
"You mean you're taking me? You'd risk it?"
"I figure, Magneto is gonna find out I was the loose end anyway, so Remy might as well help out," he placed his mug on the counter as did she. For a moment a wave of happiness consumed her, because he was doing all of this for her, not for money, and not because it was the right thing, but for her and her alone. She soon after realized that this wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"And then?" a worried look crossed her features, "What will you do afterwards?"
"Dunno," he shrugged, "Get out of the country for a while, see the sites, at least until it's safe to come back," she practically lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck in embrace.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear, "But, if this is gonna put you at risk, I'd rather go it alone," he pulled her away from him.
"Doesn't work like dat chere," he gave a little smile, "Don't worry bout' Remy, he can take care of himself."
"But who will take care of me?" she questioned, but he just shook his head.
"I wouldn't be able to fight against you, or your friends, I just can't hurt you and the people who you belong with," there was a silence for a long time before Rogue brought him back into an embrace.
"I understand," she whispered once more as she took off her ring, though he didn't know, "But, I don't want to lose you for such a long time," she pulled away.
"But chere-" she cut him off.
"Shh," and with that she kissed him, which would have been a welcome thing if only she was wearing her ring. Rogue began to absorb his energy, and when she felt him lose consciousness she broke the contact and put her ring back on, "Sorry it had to be like this sugah, forgive me," she began to search his drawers and shelves until she found some thick tape and tied his hands together behind the chair, along with binding his legs together at the ankles. In need for transportation Rogue rummaged through his pockets until she found his keys; twirling them in her hand, in a Gambit like way, she left the apartment, and drove off to warn her friends.
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Hours later Remy woke up hours later, feeling like he had a massive hangover. The earlier scene came flooding back to him as he found himself unable to rise from his sitting position. Remy looked down to see himself thoroughly trapped to the chair, but he knew he would be able to escape by giving it a little charge---He found that his powers were too drained at the moment to even blow the tape. He gave a little laugh, and began to struggle with his bonds, but to no avail, he would just have to wait until his powers recharged.
"Petite malin---"
"Clever little---"
Again, sorry it took so long, insomnia messes with the creative juices. Please r/r.