Oh, I know I suck majorly...Sorry.
Chapter 16: La Reine Blanc
The single light of the room swayed back and forth on its long chain, creaking as it moved. Like an uncontrolled spotlight hitting the stage of a once beautiful theatre that now lay in ruins. Only it wasn't a theatre, it was her life, it was all the things that she trusted and loved left in dilapidation. This was wrong, all wrong, but she couldn't do anything about it, she was trapped in this little room with her body bound to an uncomfortable chair. The binds twisting around her hands were too tight; cutting off the circulation somewhat and making them throb, but she didn't dare move them. She was too tired to attempt another escape, she had tried for the first hour and a half, but now she had no energy left. Remy's powers had worn off so she couldn't charge the rope, and even if she did then the explosion would hurt her badly. He had been right, she wasn't well and shouldn't have come....And if she had listened, well....He would still be alive.
What had they all been thinking?! How could they kill him? How on earth could a group which focused on peace and understanding kill somebody? No, it wasn't right...This whole thing wasn't right. Something was amiss, but she just didn't know what the hell to do. Tears began to sting her eyes once more as her emotions overpowered her; she was helpless, Remy was dead, her "family" was holding her captive, and she was sure that something even worse was going to happen. It was that looming feeling again, the one that told her something was wrong the moment she walked in to the mansion. Now that instinct told her that something bad was going to happen, something extraordinarily bad.
Nobody had been in to see her sense they told her of their murder and that worried her. Knowing these people, someone would have come in and tried to talk with her, someone would have done something. At this point though she was beginning to wonder about everything, that is what happens when you're locked up for hours on end, you think, there is nothing else to do. Had they been right? Is it possible that she was brainwashed? Of course it was possible, but was it true? No, it couldn't be, you can't implant these feelings into one's mind and have them be so passionate, so real....But what if?
"No!" she said out loud to herself n a harsh voice. Don't fall for their tricks, don't buy into their lies and deception! The warm liquid brimmed and fell, slowly at first but then with a rapid rate staining her cheek. This wasn't fair.
She allowed her head to droop down and her hair to fall in front of her face, shadowing the tears, and the anger, and the pain. As a stupid teenager she had cried before, but never had she had this much incentive, this much purpose behind it. In the past she merely had the incessant breakdowns of a hormonal teenager, but now...There was no pain greater than what she felt. She had killed Remy, it was her fault...Even if it meant never meeting him, she wished she could change what had happened.
Something scary took a hold of her, a negative, deep, scarring feeling of desire. She wanted revenge; she wanted to hurt those who hurt him and herself. Betrayal is the worst of all wrong doings, to hurt someone you love is just inhumane. There was just so much fear engulfing her, so much confusion and...It wasn't important, not now, not that he was gone.
The doorknob began to turn with a small squeaking sound, it was enough to drive someone insane. In walked Logan, his usually surly self, as if nothing had happened, nothing important anyway. Rogue looked up and glared with her bloodshot eyes.
"Come on kid, we're only doing this for your own good," he replied to her look of death.
"Is that what you told Gambit too?" she shot back in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, but he heard it, oh boy did he hear it.
"There were things about him you didn't know, he was trouble and he got what was coming to him," he had brought his face very close to hers as he spoke so menacingly that she felt like he wanted to kill her right then and there.
"Bad things always start with good intentions, but death....Death is never justified, and I thought you knew that...I guess you are just an animal after all," her words hurt him, she knew it, and it made her feel better for a moment. Those caustic words weren't enough though. Logan didn't reply, it was a cheap shot that cut into him. He brought her hands, which were behind the chair, over her head and picked her up roughly.
"Where are you taking me!" she punched his back with both hands rather pathetically, she was still weak, and even if she was at one hundred percent she would never be able to take on Wolverine.
Again he chose not to answer, but just kept walking through the dimly lit halls, turning every now and then. As they approached what she guessed to be their destination she could hear music growing faintly louder. It was classical music, primarily orchestra, very beautiful, but in this situation it was unsettling. Movies play this kind of music when a man takes a machine gun and kills a bunch of mobsters when they're at a wedding or something...That's what it reminded her of and she did not like that concept.
Logan entered a room that looked like a mix between a laboratory and a surgical room. She could vaguely make out through the darkness beakers full of God knows what sat on long tables with papers scattered all over. In the middle of the room were two steel tables, big enough for a body, and lights shot down on them with blinding power. She knew that this was where she was going. Her former team mate dropped her down onto this table, and the ice cold metal made her shiver. Iron clasps automatically wrapped themselves around her hands, and feet making her unable to move. It was horrible uncomfortable, and frightening beyond belief.
The automatic door swooshed open once more, and though she couldn't make out who it was, she had a pretty good idea. However, something was odd...Well, odder than what she had suspected. Along with the hovering sound of the professor's chair was the distinct clip clop of high heeled shoes...She knew it wasn't one of the X-Men, it just didn't sound like them. Sure, that seemed stupid, but people have very distinct walks, it reflects the way they carry themselves. This person was confident, she was taking long strides which never faltered.
"Who's there?" Rogue questioned with anger in her voice and perhaps a hint of fear.
"There's no one Rogue," the Professor said with a hint of sadness. "Its so sad when this sort of thing happens."
"Professor, Ah know there's someone there, even if Ah am brainwashed Ah'm not deaf." She sighed, this little game of there's was getting frustrating and tiresome.
"Well now, that is certainly true," it was the woman who spoke this time. She had a sweet voice, but the sort of forced kindness. This woman couldn't fool Rogue though, she heard the iciness in her tone, and it was frightening. If the devil had a voice, it would be this one.
"Who are you?" Rogue asked to the faceless voice who she could feel watching her, "What do you want?!"
"My dear, I am not your run of the mill 'villain,'" the women laughed a fake laugh, "I won't reveal my "master plan," because that is just idiotic, wouldn't you agree? Of course you would," she laughed again quietly, "it is such a pleasure to meet you Rogue, you have no idea how much I have been looking forward to it. Honestly, all of this planning and preparation...Well, it makes even me a little anxious."
"At least you're not the one tied down on an operating table," she replied venomously.
"There are worse places one could be..."
"Like dead? Dead like Remy?! You're the one who made them kill him aren't you?" anger took a hold of her once more, blinding rage. The woman moved closer and tilted the table so that it was practically standing straight up. The woman was visible now; in fact she was too close for comfort. Her icy blue eyes were just inches from her, and she looked extraordinarily serious.
"If I wanted him dead, I would have killed him...They may be influenced by me, and my associates, but they have some free will...No, they just played the scenario. We never said for them to kill, but if we had they still would have," a little smirk played on her ruby lips as she backed away.
"Who are you?" Rogue asked meekly. The woman looked down, as if contemplating the rather simple question.
"Enough chit chat, its time to get down to business," she moved back into the darkness, the spot lights made it very hard for Rogue to see outside the circle which they illuminated.
She could tell from the swooshing sound that the automatic door had opened once again. She was able to make out the shape of maybe two people, one carrying something. The new group and the cold woman talked in hushed voices briefly before they all approached her. As the light fell on them, she could tell what the one man had been carrying; it was a person thrown over his shoulders, their upper body stuffed in a bag of some sort. Muffled cries of protest could be heard from the sack...Rogue didn't like this one bit.
"Are you sure this is her?" one of the other men asked, he was short and beefy with gold thinning hair. The women sighed and gave the man a somewhat annoyed look.
"Of course I'm sure, just get on with it!" she demanded. The men looked at each other with doubt but apparently decided to trust the woman. The man who had been silent to this point dropped the body rather carelessly on the floor, emitting a loud thud and cry from the person inside it. He threw the bag off and revealed a girl, no older than Rogue herself, and she looked very angry and scared. She had long auburn hair and green bloodshot eyes. Her hands and ankles were bound together with gray tape.
The blond bulky man mumbled something under his breath as he cut off the tape from her wrists. Immediately the girl began to struggle against the man, but it was no use. Rogue would have thought that the girl would be a mutant, why else would she be in this position? But she wasn't using any powers to aid her, so perhaps she was a "normal" human. The girl was forcefully put onto the table right next to Rogue's and strapped in.
"My turn I suppose?" the man who had been carrying the girl asked. He had a British accent and looked much like the blond man only taller and with brown hair.
"Its right where you left it," the women said absent mindedly.
"Ah yes," the British man turned around, into the dark and began to collect something that neither captured girls could see. Rogue looked over at the innocent girl, who in turned looked at her with terrified eyes that had begun to water with tears. The girl looked as if she were pleading with Rogue to help her, but she couldn't do anything, and that helplessness was horrifying.
The man returned into the light with gloved hands, and much to her terror, a rather large syringe with some odd purple liquid in it. Her body began to seize up as he walked towards her with bad intentions in his eyes.
"Get ready m'dear," he said to the women who closed her eyes and placed her hands on her temples. Rogue knew that this woman had powers similar to Jean and the Professor at this point, plus she felt the woman enter her mind. It was like a chill going through her entire body. "Now Rogue, this may hurt quite a bit..." the British man took her arm roughly, making it hit the metal constraints and hit it a few times to get the vein. It was then that he stuck the needle in her, oh it burnt and stung at the same time. She closed her eyes tightly as the music seemed to get louder, and then the needle was gone...That wasn't so bad...
Something started to happen though, a strange sensation began to engulf her senses. Once again her eyes closed as she tried to place whatever it was that was happening to her. Her body felt very warm from her head to her toes, and something was triggered. All at once that warmth became a scorching heat from within. It was like she was on fire, from the inside out and this caused her to cry out in pain. The heat subsided and she gained the strength to open her eyes. Her breath was short as she looked at the girl next to her who's eyes had grown so large that they looked like they were ready to burst.
Rogue realized that she had begun to absorb the stranger next to her, and when she attempted to break away she found that they weren't touching at all. Images of the girls past flashed by her eyes; her name was Sarah Williams...She broke her arm when she was five...Cried when her parents got divorced at eleven...Moved to New York only three years ago when her mother was transferred...She had been out late at a party when she had been taken by these people....No, no, no, no! That was enough!
"Stop it!" she screamed out as the girls life intertwined with hers. Something was wrong, terribly, terribly wrong! Again she felt pain overwhelm her, however this wasn't from heat, this was from Sarah. Once again she squeezed her eyes shut in pain; it felt as if she were being ripped to shreds inside. Rogue screamed, it was so unimaginable, but her body wouldn't let her pass out.
What was this pain? She wondered as Sarah's eyes began to close as if falling asleep. Then it hit her: this was death. She was feeling the girls death...She was KILLING this girl! This innocent girl was having her life drained away by Rogue's powers but she couldn't stop it, she wasn't in control! The woman with the blue eyes was doing this...She was making her do this.
Again Rogue screamed one final time as she had no more energy left to drain from the girl. She was gone...Why? Why had they done this? She felt the psychic connection break and the women stumbled but was caught by the blond haired man.
"It is done," the woman said weakly to her "associates."
"The girl isn't dead," the British man said as he checked Sarah's pulse.
"Her brain is," the woman replied as she collected herself, "it was a success, she absorbed the girl without keeping the psyche afterwards."
What were they saying? They all seemed so far away, and Rogue was so tired and hurt at this point. She didn't have the psyche? How was that possible? Wait...If she had absorbed the entire being of Sarah...But didn't keep it...That meant that there was no Sarah left, everything about her had just gone into nothingness. All that was left was a shell...
"You bastards," she whispered with her head hung low, she didn't have the strength to lift it. Tears began to fall from her eyes, but she could barely feel them at this point.
"She will be our Grim Reaper," the blond man stated with an amazed voice.
"Yes...He will be happy with this," the woman said as she approached Rogue once more. With a gloved hand she lifted the injured girls head. "It will hurt less next time, and eventually you won't even feel it."
"Je sentirais tourjours..." (I will always feel...)
Yeah my future tense sucks...I need to pay more attention in French...oh well r/r please