I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry!!!!!!!! *takes deep breath* etcetera etcetera. Those of
you who attacked me or sat on my head, thank you for giving me a kick in
the teeth to continue. Damn I had the worst inspirational block, and
insomnia, and I became obsessed with another group of fanfics for a
different thing, and yeah, excuses, excuses, excuses. Sorry, my bad, I
suck, and at the end of this chapter everyone can plan "human piñata" with
me as the candy filled writer who should die. *insert exclaimer junk* enjoy
and please don't kill me too much.
Chapter.ummm 14, yeah 14: Fortune du Sort
The cold mountain wind stung her face as she drove down the winding mountain. She wondered how far away she actually was; it still appeared to be New York from what she could see. It didn't matter how far she had to travel, all she knew what that she had to get back to Bayville and warn her friends. Murder---It seemed so impossible, and yet it happened every day. Rogue just couldn't understand how somebody could do it, take away an innocent life, didn't they realize that once the life was taken it couldn't be given back. Once somebody was dead, there was no return, that person is wiped off the earth, their presence is gone forever. Then there was the aftershock of murder, the chain reactions it causes to those involved with the victim; depression, sadness, anger, nothing good would come of a slaughter. She should have known it would come to this eventually, that death was inevitable. What did the X-Men think was going to happen? That every time they met one party would retreat, no, the retreating party was in it for the kill, and you know what they say "you can't keep losing forever."
Thank God for Remy, what would have happened if he had not told her the whole fiendish plot? She could only imagine how hard it must have been for him to choose her over the Acolytes. Then she began to wonder, what if he hadn't found her that day passed out? Naturally he would have no reason to tell anyone of this plot, and so they would all end up dead, including her. She had never been one to believe in fate, but was this whole thing perhaps destiny?
What would happen though? What would the plan be? The phrase "kill or be killed" lurked in her mind and it seemed that no matter what she did she could not escape it. Some awful feeling lurked inside her, some sense of foreboding that she couldn't explain. Naturally one would say it was the urgency of the circumstance, but she knew better. It felt as if this were a lose lose situation, as if her information wouldn't really help.It felt like it would make things worse.
The mountain started to level out and a little way off she could see a town, obviously a common upstate New York town. So Remy had been lying a little when he said that they were terribly far from Bayville. Rougue couldn't help but smile, even though she knew that she should curse him. She wondered if he was okay, if she had zapped him too much, or if the Acolytes had found him.Wouldn't they be suspiscious? Who else would have gone to all the trouble of tying Remy up like that except the X-Men? Then again, Remy did have a lot of enemies.Again she pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind as she pulled into a little gas station called Fate's Fortune, which she thought was a very odd name for a gas station.
Rogue walked into the shabby little mart next to the station where you were supposed to pay for gas and whatnot. She didn't like this town, it seemed too empty, too quiet; just like in one of those old western movies where the dust is rolling off the ground and the two cowboys are getting ready for a duel. The man who owned the staion {his name was Ram according to his "name tag} looked like a grease monkey from the day he was born. He was old though, with white hair hidden under a red baseball cap, and he wore a blue sleeveless jumpsuit.
"Excuse me," Rogue said the Ram, "Do you know the fastest way to Bayville?"
"Bayville eh?" he looked her up and down with his beady blue eyes, "I used to live there---Good place to live if you're different.Or at least it was," he gave an unsettling smile.
"What do you mean?" she has a feeling she knew exactly what he meant.
"People there are good at forgettin' things, or makin' up excuses for the unexplainable," he took out a cigarette and lit it before inhaling. "Course that was before the secret was let out."
"Yeah I s'pose," the room filled with the man's smoke for a minute before clearing, she had a horrible feeling.
"You hear that?" Ram questioned as he leant forward in his seat.
"Hear what?" Rogue took a step back, she was a little frightened of this man, even though she knew that there was no reason to be with her powers.
"Silence," he leaned back in his chair once again, "Yup, its always quietest before the shit hits the fan.But then little lady, I'm sure you've learned that by now.'
"Look can I just get directions or what?!" she was annoyed and uncomfortable.
"Directions, directions, directions. It ain't that simple is it?" he took another breath of smoke, "Dear heart, do you know where you're going?"
"I already told you, Bayville."
"That's not what I meant," he gave a little half hearted laugh, "Not what I meant at all."
"Then tell me, what do you mean? Stop speaking in riddles and get to whatever point you're trying to get to," she put her hand on her hip.
"All I meant was," his voice was softer now, almost a whisper, "Make sure you know what you're going back to. A lot can change in no time at all," there was a silence before he sat up straight and put on a cheerful, less scary composure, "Right Bayville, its about an hour or so from here, just head down the L.I.E and exit to the 41st right."
"Thanks," she eyed him suspisciously before taking leave of the small building. What had just happened? It was as if she had blinked and missed a crucial part of the conversation. Before she knew it, she was back on Remy's bike and made her way down to the LIE. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
He had been sitting there for what seemed like days; Remy wasn't the kind to sit still for to long---Unless he was gambling of course. At first he was amused by Rogues shrewdness, but now, he was just annoyed and worried. Through the windows for his apartment he could see the sun starting to set in a blanket of reds and oranges. What if the Acolytes decided to advance on the mansion sooner? It wouldn't be the first time they changed something like that on a limb. Rogue would be in the crossfire, and with his comrades ruthlessness Remy was sure that she wouldn't make it. People didn't know the Acolytes like he did; everyone thought they were some hormonal angsty teens like the Brotherhood, but they weren't. Nobody had seen what the Acolytes were capable of, and that had been the plan from day one; make them prepare for what they think is the enemy, and then right when they least expect it unleash the real thing.Of course the plan had never involved murder before.
"Mon dieu," he sighed as he struggled with his bonds. It seemed that escape was impossible until his powers returned, this he knew, but he couldn't just sit there and do nothing about this situation!
With great effort he continued to stretch out the tape and tear it, though it wasn't getting him anywhere. Remy hated being tied up like this--- Unless if it was in a more comfortable position on a soft surface {heehee}, of course. That was it, he was fed up! With all his strength the pulled and kicked at the tape, wanting to get free of this stupid chair---This resulted in the chair tipping over and Remy finding himself in a considerable amount of pain, and an even more uncomfortable position. He sighed again.
"Grand, seulement grand." {"great, just great"}
Yes, two months for that.I know, I suck *ties self up to a tree* human piñata anyone? Next chapter ummm---Eventually heheh, Don't shoot!!!!!!!
Chapter.ummm 14, yeah 14: Fortune du Sort
The cold mountain wind stung her face as she drove down the winding mountain. She wondered how far away she actually was; it still appeared to be New York from what she could see. It didn't matter how far she had to travel, all she knew what that she had to get back to Bayville and warn her friends. Murder---It seemed so impossible, and yet it happened every day. Rogue just couldn't understand how somebody could do it, take away an innocent life, didn't they realize that once the life was taken it couldn't be given back. Once somebody was dead, there was no return, that person is wiped off the earth, their presence is gone forever. Then there was the aftershock of murder, the chain reactions it causes to those involved with the victim; depression, sadness, anger, nothing good would come of a slaughter. She should have known it would come to this eventually, that death was inevitable. What did the X-Men think was going to happen? That every time they met one party would retreat, no, the retreating party was in it for the kill, and you know what they say "you can't keep losing forever."
Thank God for Remy, what would have happened if he had not told her the whole fiendish plot? She could only imagine how hard it must have been for him to choose her over the Acolytes. Then she began to wonder, what if he hadn't found her that day passed out? Naturally he would have no reason to tell anyone of this plot, and so they would all end up dead, including her. She had never been one to believe in fate, but was this whole thing perhaps destiny?
What would happen though? What would the plan be? The phrase "kill or be killed" lurked in her mind and it seemed that no matter what she did she could not escape it. Some awful feeling lurked inside her, some sense of foreboding that she couldn't explain. Naturally one would say it was the urgency of the circumstance, but she knew better. It felt as if this were a lose lose situation, as if her information wouldn't really help.It felt like it would make things worse.
The mountain started to level out and a little way off she could see a town, obviously a common upstate New York town. So Remy had been lying a little when he said that they were terribly far from Bayville. Rougue couldn't help but smile, even though she knew that she should curse him. She wondered if he was okay, if she had zapped him too much, or if the Acolytes had found him.Wouldn't they be suspiscious? Who else would have gone to all the trouble of tying Remy up like that except the X-Men? Then again, Remy did have a lot of enemies.Again she pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind as she pulled into a little gas station called Fate's Fortune, which she thought was a very odd name for a gas station.
Rogue walked into the shabby little mart next to the station where you were supposed to pay for gas and whatnot. She didn't like this town, it seemed too empty, too quiet; just like in one of those old western movies where the dust is rolling off the ground and the two cowboys are getting ready for a duel. The man who owned the staion {his name was Ram according to his "name tag} looked like a grease monkey from the day he was born. He was old though, with white hair hidden under a red baseball cap, and he wore a blue sleeveless jumpsuit.
"Excuse me," Rogue said the Ram, "Do you know the fastest way to Bayville?"
"Bayville eh?" he looked her up and down with his beady blue eyes, "I used to live there---Good place to live if you're different.Or at least it was," he gave an unsettling smile.
"What do you mean?" she has a feeling she knew exactly what he meant.
"People there are good at forgettin' things, or makin' up excuses for the unexplainable," he took out a cigarette and lit it before inhaling. "Course that was before the secret was let out."
"Yeah I s'pose," the room filled with the man's smoke for a minute before clearing, she had a horrible feeling.
"You hear that?" Ram questioned as he leant forward in his seat.
"Hear what?" Rogue took a step back, she was a little frightened of this man, even though she knew that there was no reason to be with her powers.
"Silence," he leaned back in his chair once again, "Yup, its always quietest before the shit hits the fan.But then little lady, I'm sure you've learned that by now.'
"Look can I just get directions or what?!" she was annoyed and uncomfortable.
"Directions, directions, directions. It ain't that simple is it?" he took another breath of smoke, "Dear heart, do you know where you're going?"
"I already told you, Bayville."
"That's not what I meant," he gave a little half hearted laugh, "Not what I meant at all."
"Then tell me, what do you mean? Stop speaking in riddles and get to whatever point you're trying to get to," she put her hand on her hip.
"All I meant was," his voice was softer now, almost a whisper, "Make sure you know what you're going back to. A lot can change in no time at all," there was a silence before he sat up straight and put on a cheerful, less scary composure, "Right Bayville, its about an hour or so from here, just head down the L.I.E and exit to the 41st right."
"Thanks," she eyed him suspisciously before taking leave of the small building. What had just happened? It was as if she had blinked and missed a crucial part of the conversation. Before she knew it, she was back on Remy's bike and made her way down to the LIE. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
He had been sitting there for what seemed like days; Remy wasn't the kind to sit still for to long---Unless he was gambling of course. At first he was amused by Rogues shrewdness, but now, he was just annoyed and worried. Through the windows for his apartment he could see the sun starting to set in a blanket of reds and oranges. What if the Acolytes decided to advance on the mansion sooner? It wouldn't be the first time they changed something like that on a limb. Rogue would be in the crossfire, and with his comrades ruthlessness Remy was sure that she wouldn't make it. People didn't know the Acolytes like he did; everyone thought they were some hormonal angsty teens like the Brotherhood, but they weren't. Nobody had seen what the Acolytes were capable of, and that had been the plan from day one; make them prepare for what they think is the enemy, and then right when they least expect it unleash the real thing.Of course the plan had never involved murder before.
"Mon dieu," he sighed as he struggled with his bonds. It seemed that escape was impossible until his powers returned, this he knew, but he couldn't just sit there and do nothing about this situation!
With great effort he continued to stretch out the tape and tear it, though it wasn't getting him anywhere. Remy hated being tied up like this--- Unless if it was in a more comfortable position on a soft surface {heehee}, of course. That was it, he was fed up! With all his strength the pulled and kicked at the tape, wanting to get free of this stupid chair---This resulted in the chair tipping over and Remy finding himself in a considerable amount of pain, and an even more uncomfortable position. He sighed again.
"Grand, seulement grand." {"great, just great"}
Yes, two months for that.I know, I suck *ties self up to a tree* human piñata anyone? Next chapter ummm---Eventually heheh, Don't shoot!!!!!!!