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Chapter 15: Mortir et Amore
It's funny how unfamiliar the familiar is sometimes; how things can change and yet remain exactly the same. Streets with the same little kids frolicking about, the same cars in the same driveways, and yet they aren't the same, and they never will be. Perhaps it isn't the surroundings that change, but the person who interprets them. Then again, maybe things do change, maybe they just hide behind the silent façade of a mask. The eyes of the children seem older, but not wiser at all, just older and more frightened. Change is a scary thing though, it's so easy to get used to a certain routine that when it is altered, all hell can break loose.
The sun was still out, but quickly disappearing over the horizon which created a canvas of oranges and yellows. Beauty lay forgotten as the atmosphere dwarfed it, something seemed so...Different. It was almost as if the entire world were in slow motion somehow, every move being accentuated as if there was some importance there. There was no sound of birds singing. There was no laughter of children. There was no sound of cars leaving or arriving home. There was only the sound of her heartbeat and the motorcycle echoing throughout eternity. This was the sound of fear. As she got closer and closer to her destination, a feeling of dread filled the pit of her stomach. It shouldn't be like this should it? She was saving her friends, and yet she felt as if she were walking straight into hell. That's what it looked like after all didn't it? The sky ablaze, and the road becoming more deserted as she continued forward.
Her dream entered her mind suddenly like a bullet, sharp and painful, had it been a sign? Whatever was causing this feeling, the message was clear: something was wrong. It wasn't just Magneto's assassination plan, or her relationship with Remy that weighed heavily on her, but an unknown horror was wreaking havoc in her mind. Though she felt thoroughly warned, Rogue knew that she had to get to the mansion. It was so close now, maybe five minutes, and she was sure that in no time at all they would be joined by Remy. She only had taken enough of his energy to incapacitate him for a short amount of time, and perhaps it was not wise. By now he had escaped his binds and he would come after her, to protect her, to help her, and he would most likely pay for it in the end...His "team mates" weren't forgiving.
The mansion was in sight now, and it did indeed seem different just as she had suspected. It resembled a castle in one of those horror movies, with lightning in the background, a wolf howling off in the distance, and that cheesy music playing...It resembled one of those haunted castles where everyone dies...Bad thought! She must not think that way! Positive thinking is always better than negative, she knew this, but under the circumstances she was inclined to expect the worst.
Her traveling was over, and now was the time of confrontation...Slowly she dismounted off of the borrowed bike and hesitantly entered the foreboding mansion. It was well lit as usual, and warmth erupted as she stepped inside. Rogue looked apprehensively to her left, then to her right, there was no sign of something being wrong, could she have been being paranoid? Se relaxed slightly, but did not let her guard down.
"Rogue?" ah that voice, of course she knew it, Kitty. The peppy girl had begun to race down the stairs towards the missing X-Men. She stopped right in front of her, with a face of happiness, but not hugging her. "Rogue!! Where have you been?! We've been so totally worried!! Oh my god I have to go get the others!! Stay right there!" Kitty ran off, leaving Rogue to evaluate what had just happened. Okay, it seemed like Kitty was fine, but it was unusual that the girl did not hug her, and that she ran off so quickly without any answers...Perhaps she was reading into this too much.
She slowly began to stride around the room in a large circle, looking at everything, almost studying it. Shadows filled the mansion, a darkness that she had not noticed before. Perhaps it had always been there, but if it had, then she had been blind to the point of idiocy. Paranoia was engulfing her, and she hoped that it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but...Things happen. They just do...In life, things happen, and they happen for a reason. You learn things through every new "thing" that happens, you are supposed to, its just the way the world works. Everything you experience, good or bad, is extremely important, so you have to pay attention to the details. You have to pay attention because if you don't, if you let your mind wander, then you can find yourself...In a trap.
That's exactly what this was, one huge trap, it seemed so obvious now. The lack of laughing children running down the hallways, the absence of light, the fact that it had been a good five minutes since Kitty left and there was still nobody greeting her...It was all a trap. The darkness was there for a reason, the uncomfortable atmosphere was there for a reason, to trap her. With a newfound wave of panic washing over her, Rogue grabbed the doorknob that would lead her outside, but it wouldn't open. The security system had locked the door, and probably every exit...Why were they doing this? Why?! Something was wrong, just like her conversation with the professor something was horribly wrong.
She backed up a few steps in disbelief and confusion, but bumped into something, or rather someone. There was no time to turn around though, because the unknown person wrapped one arm around her tightly and used the other to press a damp cloth to her face...Then everything went black.
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The cigarette was the only company that could sooth his nerves at the moment, everything was going utterly wrong. He had put the woman he lov...Liked a lot in danger, and not the type of danger she could handle on her own. He didn't doubt her abilities, but she didn't know the Acolytes like he did. Of course, it wasn't only the Acolytes he was worried about anymore, nope he had something else added onto his list. In his long relationship with the chair and duck tape, he remembered something that had been said in his meeting with the evil group. He didn't recall the exact words used, but Magneto had said something about things being wrong, or different with the X-Men...Something to that effect.
Now as the scenery past by him in a blur there was a long list of things to worry about; it was enough to make a guy go crazy. Damn her for incapacitating him for so long, damn her for making him worry, damn her for making him care. Remy didn't exactly like having to worry about people, having an amazing emotional attachment to someone...It was just easier to have one night stands and a life of solitude. He liked the feeling, he just hated what it made him do. Now he was racing to probable pain and fighting, for a girl he had just met a few days ago! The world was a very scary and confusing place...If that was even more so possible.
How long had he been driving? He didn't know, time was something he never did care for. It had been too long though, he should be there by now, he should have escaped sooner, he should have...Oh there were just too many "should haves" what was important now was Rogue. The radio blasted the Fire Theft's song Chain, but it was like there was no music playing at all, the only sound was the constant rambling of his own thoughts. He hoped he was going the right way, it had been a while since he had been to the mansion, or even seen it, and yet it was like he was subconsciously getting himself there. Without even knowing it he was in Bayville, and then he was pulling up to the huge house.
Remy parked his "borrowed" classic Mustang outside the gates, there was no way they would let him in...So he would have to let himself in. With his catlike swiftness, he climbed over the barrier and stealthily made his way towards the mansion. Outside the front door was his motorcycle, and he was glad to find that she had filled up the gas tank for him...Of course that would mean that he owed her (which could be a good thing). He decided to take the direct approach with these people, after all, if he broke in they would think him threatening, and wouldn't treat him...Politely. With a deep breath, and a stomach full of bad feelings, he knocked on the large doors. The person who opened it was not who he had expected.
"You? What are you doing here?" he questioned with shocked curiosity.
"I could ask you the same question Mr. LeBeau," the woman answered with a laid back, confident tone. "Besides, what am I ever doing anywhere?"
"You sure did pick a bad time," he crossed his arms defensively, but when he did this he reached into his coat and grabbed a card.
"Me? What about you? I'd say you're the one who has a horrible sense of timing," she gave a little laugh, "and what do you plan to do with that card? Charge it and throw it at me hmm? Maybe she took a little too much energy Gambit, I can see right into your mind...Pity."
The woman looked somewhere off behind him, with a satisfied smile on her face. Remy felt something colliding with his head, and everything turned black.
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Rogue's eyes opened to unfocused faces looking at her seriously. By what she could gather, they had been talking about her, because as soon as she showed signs of consciousness there was a silence in the room...As things began to become clearer, she saw where she was, but did not recognize it; it was a room with grayish blue walls with nothing on them and only a single light hanging from the ceiling. It reminded her of when a man was brought in for questioning in cop movies.
She groggily tried to move her hands to her face, only to find that she was tightly tied to a wooden chair. Had it been her friends who did this to her? Who knocked her out with chloroform and bound her like some animal? Of course it was, because Professor Xavier, Logan, Ororo, and Scott were the ones staring at her.
"Hello Rogue," the professor said with a friendly attitude, as if nothing was wrong.
"Why am I tied up?" she asked angrily as she tugged on the rope.
"Its for your own safety kid," Logan answered with his eyes closed.
"What do you mean for my own safety?" her voice was filled with venom, she was so mad and hurt that they were doing this. She should have known though, she should have never overlooked her instincts.
"Rogue," Ororo said gently, "the Acolytes brainwashed you, they played tricks on your mind..."
"What are you talking about?!" this was utterly ridiculus. "I wasn't even with the Acolytes!"
"Wow they really did a number on her," Scott muttered to the professor.
"And don't talk like I cant hear you," Rogue shot a glare in her peers direction before turning her attention to the man in the wheelchair. "Professor, you know I wasn't with the Acolytes, we talked, tell them!"
"Yes, when we talked you were with the one they refer to as Gambit, and you had no memory of being with the Acolytes, but you were. You see Rogue, they found you during your...Episode with those you have absorbed, and they saw an opportunity to get you back on their side...They did brainwash you," what was he saying? It was all a lie! Remy had found her! "They turned you against us Rogue, there is no point of denying it, we know everything."
"This is unbelievable...I can't believe you're lying like this professor! Why?!"
"I'm not lying...We have even probed Gambit's mind and it confirms the events," the professor looked her straight in the eyes, but they were not the eyes that she knew and loved like a father.
"Remy?! Remy's here?!" she wanted to stand up and run out of this room, out of this nightmare, and into his arms.
"Correction," Logan jumped in, "he was here."
"He...Was here?" her face paled...They wouldn't just let him go...
"Yes," Xavier cleared his throat, "that was some unfortunate business...He broke into the mansion, and attacked the X-Men, but we outnumbered him. We were able to capture him, and gather information that we needed, which in part was thanks to you Rogue."
"Thanks to me?" her voice was weak, she did not like where the story was going.
"You took some of his energy earlier didn't you? Well, he didn't have enough to shield his thoughts...It was a great help," he smiled, "but in his thoughts, we found...Disturbing images of the horrible things he has done, and things he planned on doing..." he was cut off by Rogue.
"Why do you keep speaking about him in past tense?" her head was lowered because she knew what was coming.
"He was a threat...We had no choice but to..."
"You killed him..." she felt the tears welling up in her eyes, "You...Murdered him."
"There was nothing else we could do," he sympathetically replied.
"You could have sent him to jail, you could have locked him up! You could have done anything! But you killed him!" she looked up at them, pain evident in her face.
"We know you think you love him," Scott said gently, "but that is just what Magneto put in your head...Once whatever they did to you wears off, you'll feel much better."
"And once you realize that he was a good man then you will feel horrible...You should feel horrible now!" she looked from face to face, each uncaring, each showing no pain for her lost love. "Why do none of you feel bad?! Why don't you cry for him? Why?!" she was practically screaming now as she sobbed. "Why? Just tell me why?!" her voice broke and she cried like she had been shot or better yet, stabbed in the back. "Why have you all betrayed me?" she whispered. "Tu morti! Tu morti ma amore!"
"I think she needs some time alone," Professor Xavier motioned everyone to leave...The door snapped shut and she was left with her heart of eternal pain and nothing more. How could they have done this? What had happened to them, why were they buying into the lies? It hurt so bad...
"Remy...Je t'aime..."
("I love you.")
I suck, I'm sorry...R/R even though I suck...a lot...Sorry...*hides*
Chapter 15: Mortir et Amore
It's funny how unfamiliar the familiar is sometimes; how things can change and yet remain exactly the same. Streets with the same little kids frolicking about, the same cars in the same driveways, and yet they aren't the same, and they never will be. Perhaps it isn't the surroundings that change, but the person who interprets them. Then again, maybe things do change, maybe they just hide behind the silent façade of a mask. The eyes of the children seem older, but not wiser at all, just older and more frightened. Change is a scary thing though, it's so easy to get used to a certain routine that when it is altered, all hell can break loose.
The sun was still out, but quickly disappearing over the horizon which created a canvas of oranges and yellows. Beauty lay forgotten as the atmosphere dwarfed it, something seemed so...Different. It was almost as if the entire world were in slow motion somehow, every move being accentuated as if there was some importance there. There was no sound of birds singing. There was no laughter of children. There was no sound of cars leaving or arriving home. There was only the sound of her heartbeat and the motorcycle echoing throughout eternity. This was the sound of fear. As she got closer and closer to her destination, a feeling of dread filled the pit of her stomach. It shouldn't be like this should it? She was saving her friends, and yet she felt as if she were walking straight into hell. That's what it looked like after all didn't it? The sky ablaze, and the road becoming more deserted as she continued forward.
Her dream entered her mind suddenly like a bullet, sharp and painful, had it been a sign? Whatever was causing this feeling, the message was clear: something was wrong. It wasn't just Magneto's assassination plan, or her relationship with Remy that weighed heavily on her, but an unknown horror was wreaking havoc in her mind. Though she felt thoroughly warned, Rogue knew that she had to get to the mansion. It was so close now, maybe five minutes, and she was sure that in no time at all they would be joined by Remy. She only had taken enough of his energy to incapacitate him for a short amount of time, and perhaps it was not wise. By now he had escaped his binds and he would come after her, to protect her, to help her, and he would most likely pay for it in the end...His "team mates" weren't forgiving.
The mansion was in sight now, and it did indeed seem different just as she had suspected. It resembled a castle in one of those horror movies, with lightning in the background, a wolf howling off in the distance, and that cheesy music playing...It resembled one of those haunted castles where everyone dies...Bad thought! She must not think that way! Positive thinking is always better than negative, she knew this, but under the circumstances she was inclined to expect the worst.
Her traveling was over, and now was the time of confrontation...Slowly she dismounted off of the borrowed bike and hesitantly entered the foreboding mansion. It was well lit as usual, and warmth erupted as she stepped inside. Rogue looked apprehensively to her left, then to her right, there was no sign of something being wrong, could she have been being paranoid? Se relaxed slightly, but did not let her guard down.
"Rogue?" ah that voice, of course she knew it, Kitty. The peppy girl had begun to race down the stairs towards the missing X-Men. She stopped right in front of her, with a face of happiness, but not hugging her. "Rogue!! Where have you been?! We've been so totally worried!! Oh my god I have to go get the others!! Stay right there!" Kitty ran off, leaving Rogue to evaluate what had just happened. Okay, it seemed like Kitty was fine, but it was unusual that the girl did not hug her, and that she ran off so quickly without any answers...Perhaps she was reading into this too much.
She slowly began to stride around the room in a large circle, looking at everything, almost studying it. Shadows filled the mansion, a darkness that she had not noticed before. Perhaps it had always been there, but if it had, then she had been blind to the point of idiocy. Paranoia was engulfing her, and she hoped that it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but...Things happen. They just do...In life, things happen, and they happen for a reason. You learn things through every new "thing" that happens, you are supposed to, its just the way the world works. Everything you experience, good or bad, is extremely important, so you have to pay attention to the details. You have to pay attention because if you don't, if you let your mind wander, then you can find yourself...In a trap.
That's exactly what this was, one huge trap, it seemed so obvious now. The lack of laughing children running down the hallways, the absence of light, the fact that it had been a good five minutes since Kitty left and there was still nobody greeting her...It was all a trap. The darkness was there for a reason, the uncomfortable atmosphere was there for a reason, to trap her. With a newfound wave of panic washing over her, Rogue grabbed the doorknob that would lead her outside, but it wouldn't open. The security system had locked the door, and probably every exit...Why were they doing this? Why?! Something was wrong, just like her conversation with the professor something was horribly wrong.
She backed up a few steps in disbelief and confusion, but bumped into something, or rather someone. There was no time to turn around though, because the unknown person wrapped one arm around her tightly and used the other to press a damp cloth to her face...Then everything went black.
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The cigarette was the only company that could sooth his nerves at the moment, everything was going utterly wrong. He had put the woman he lov...Liked a lot in danger, and not the type of danger she could handle on her own. He didn't doubt her abilities, but she didn't know the Acolytes like he did. Of course, it wasn't only the Acolytes he was worried about anymore, nope he had something else added onto his list. In his long relationship with the chair and duck tape, he remembered something that had been said in his meeting with the evil group. He didn't recall the exact words used, but Magneto had said something about things being wrong, or different with the X-Men...Something to that effect.
Now as the scenery past by him in a blur there was a long list of things to worry about; it was enough to make a guy go crazy. Damn her for incapacitating him for so long, damn her for making him worry, damn her for making him care. Remy didn't exactly like having to worry about people, having an amazing emotional attachment to someone...It was just easier to have one night stands and a life of solitude. He liked the feeling, he just hated what it made him do. Now he was racing to probable pain and fighting, for a girl he had just met a few days ago! The world was a very scary and confusing place...If that was even more so possible.
How long had he been driving? He didn't know, time was something he never did care for. It had been too long though, he should be there by now, he should have escaped sooner, he should have...Oh there were just too many "should haves" what was important now was Rogue. The radio blasted the Fire Theft's song Chain, but it was like there was no music playing at all, the only sound was the constant rambling of his own thoughts. He hoped he was going the right way, it had been a while since he had been to the mansion, or even seen it, and yet it was like he was subconsciously getting himself there. Without even knowing it he was in Bayville, and then he was pulling up to the huge house.
Remy parked his "borrowed" classic Mustang outside the gates, there was no way they would let him in...So he would have to let himself in. With his catlike swiftness, he climbed over the barrier and stealthily made his way towards the mansion. Outside the front door was his motorcycle, and he was glad to find that she had filled up the gas tank for him...Of course that would mean that he owed her (which could be a good thing). He decided to take the direct approach with these people, after all, if he broke in they would think him threatening, and wouldn't treat him...Politely. With a deep breath, and a stomach full of bad feelings, he knocked on the large doors. The person who opened it was not who he had expected.
"You? What are you doing here?" he questioned with shocked curiosity.
"I could ask you the same question Mr. LeBeau," the woman answered with a laid back, confident tone. "Besides, what am I ever doing anywhere?"
"You sure did pick a bad time," he crossed his arms defensively, but when he did this he reached into his coat and grabbed a card.
"Me? What about you? I'd say you're the one who has a horrible sense of timing," she gave a little laugh, "and what do you plan to do with that card? Charge it and throw it at me hmm? Maybe she took a little too much energy Gambit, I can see right into your mind...Pity."
The woman looked somewhere off behind him, with a satisfied smile on her face. Remy felt something colliding with his head, and everything turned black.
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Rogue's eyes opened to unfocused faces looking at her seriously. By what she could gather, they had been talking about her, because as soon as she showed signs of consciousness there was a silence in the room...As things began to become clearer, she saw where she was, but did not recognize it; it was a room with grayish blue walls with nothing on them and only a single light hanging from the ceiling. It reminded her of when a man was brought in for questioning in cop movies.
She groggily tried to move her hands to her face, only to find that she was tightly tied to a wooden chair. Had it been her friends who did this to her? Who knocked her out with chloroform and bound her like some animal? Of course it was, because Professor Xavier, Logan, Ororo, and Scott were the ones staring at her.
"Hello Rogue," the professor said with a friendly attitude, as if nothing was wrong.
"Why am I tied up?" she asked angrily as she tugged on the rope.
"Its for your own safety kid," Logan answered with his eyes closed.
"What do you mean for my own safety?" her voice was filled with venom, she was so mad and hurt that they were doing this. She should have known though, she should have never overlooked her instincts.
"Rogue," Ororo said gently, "the Acolytes brainwashed you, they played tricks on your mind..."
"What are you talking about?!" this was utterly ridiculus. "I wasn't even with the Acolytes!"
"Wow they really did a number on her," Scott muttered to the professor.
"And don't talk like I cant hear you," Rogue shot a glare in her peers direction before turning her attention to the man in the wheelchair. "Professor, you know I wasn't with the Acolytes, we talked, tell them!"
"Yes, when we talked you were with the one they refer to as Gambit, and you had no memory of being with the Acolytes, but you were. You see Rogue, they found you during your...Episode with those you have absorbed, and they saw an opportunity to get you back on their side...They did brainwash you," what was he saying? It was all a lie! Remy had found her! "They turned you against us Rogue, there is no point of denying it, we know everything."
"This is unbelievable...I can't believe you're lying like this professor! Why?!"
"I'm not lying...We have even probed Gambit's mind and it confirms the events," the professor looked her straight in the eyes, but they were not the eyes that she knew and loved like a father.
"Remy?! Remy's here?!" she wanted to stand up and run out of this room, out of this nightmare, and into his arms.
"Correction," Logan jumped in, "he was here."
"He...Was here?" her face paled...They wouldn't just let him go...
"Yes," Xavier cleared his throat, "that was some unfortunate business...He broke into the mansion, and attacked the X-Men, but we outnumbered him. We were able to capture him, and gather information that we needed, which in part was thanks to you Rogue."
"Thanks to me?" her voice was weak, she did not like where the story was going.
"You took some of his energy earlier didn't you? Well, he didn't have enough to shield his thoughts...It was a great help," he smiled, "but in his thoughts, we found...Disturbing images of the horrible things he has done, and things he planned on doing..." he was cut off by Rogue.
"Why do you keep speaking about him in past tense?" her head was lowered because she knew what was coming.
"He was a threat...We had no choice but to..."
"You killed him..." she felt the tears welling up in her eyes, "You...Murdered him."
"There was nothing else we could do," he sympathetically replied.
"You could have sent him to jail, you could have locked him up! You could have done anything! But you killed him!" she looked up at them, pain evident in her face.
"We know you think you love him," Scott said gently, "but that is just what Magneto put in your head...Once whatever they did to you wears off, you'll feel much better."
"And once you realize that he was a good man then you will feel horrible...You should feel horrible now!" she looked from face to face, each uncaring, each showing no pain for her lost love. "Why do none of you feel bad?! Why don't you cry for him? Why?!" she was practically screaming now as she sobbed. "Why? Just tell me why?!" her voice broke and she cried like she had been shot or better yet, stabbed in the back. "Why have you all betrayed me?" she whispered. "Tu morti! Tu morti ma amore!"
"I think she needs some time alone," Professor Xavier motioned everyone to leave...The door snapped shut and she was left with her heart of eternal pain and nothing more. How could they have done this? What had happened to them, why were they buying into the lies? It hurt so bad...
"Remy...Je t'aime..."
("I love you.")
I suck, I'm sorry...R/R even though I suck...a lot...Sorry...*hides*