WolvGambit Le Diable Blanc- Thanks. Hope it wasn't too bad of a wait.
They-Call-Me-Orange- LOL. I would let you for free. ;-) But she is one that's hard to permanently kill. Well, enjoy.
Tammy- So many questions, and so many possible answers. ;-)
BlkDiamond- Thanks. LOL. You're right on the money. ;-)
Nettlez- LOL. Sorry to keep you in the dark like that, but I'm definitely going to be explaining. ;-) Thanks much. Gambit's gambit, you can never tell. ;-)
Bored247- LOL. Sorry for the wait...hope it helps though. ;-)
Enchantedlight- Thank you, as usual.
Roguechere- Thanks much for pointing that out. I went and fixed that. :-)
IvyZoe- LOL. Thanks. Will definitely be explaining all of it, and much more. ;-)
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Gambit stalked through the long hallway, determined to make a change in his life. His wasn't about to be walked on or counted out of this game.
"Back already from your night out?" Vertigo asked sarcastically. However, he just passed her completely ignoring her presence.
"Well then, I guess it wasn't so good for you...or at least as it was suppose to be for her!" she called out after him. Gambit just smirked. It wasn't much longer, when he heard a growl. He didn't have to look to see who it was, it was obvious who it was.
"He's lookin' for you." he stated plainly. But then he could hear the man sniff the air.
"An' you smell funny." he said with another growl.
Finally, Gambit reached a large chamber that entered Essex' lab. The smiling man turned to see who was behind him, to find a nonchalant Gambit leaning against the wall shuffling his cards.
"Ah, Gambit, how nice of you to show up." Gambit looked up at the man, eyes burning brighter.
"Guess this means that you have come to give me some sort of resignation?" Essex added before getting back to his grotesque experiment. Gambit stayed silent.
"I know you saw her, that you have been talking to her."
"Her?"
"This, Rogue."
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Rogue laid there, in her cell, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going on. Sure, she wasn't exactly the most trustworthy person in the world, but compared to Mystique, she was a complete angel. The devil himself probably couldn't live up to Mystique's legendary past. Besides, it not like she had to be so forth coming on her past...it's not like all of them were, unless it came down to something so important, like a mission, or the Earth crumbling.
Suddenly, her cell opened. She wasn't exactly surprised by her visit, she kind of expected one, at least from her. There was always a point, always a plot behind the madness.
"Momma."
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Gambit slipped back into her window with ease. He hadn't exactly expected the place to be in perfect condition when he came back, but this was pointless. These people were suppose to be her teammates, and they thrashed her home like this. Something didn't feel right though, somebody else was here. He quickly turned around to see a slightly annoyed Wolverine sitting on Rogue's sofa.
"Figured I you were alive, but didn't figure it would take you this long to come back here." he said after he pulled the cigar out of his mouth.
"Take it you da Wolverine." Logan answered with a gruff chuckle.
"Why are you here?"
"Where she be?" Logan made a move to stand up, but Gambit did not change his demeanor nor his position.
"Shit hit the fan, so to speak. Part of it has to do with you."
"Moi?"
"Well, you're alive aren't you bub?"
"You lookin' ta remedy dat?" Logan looked as if he was seriously thinking the question over. But then answered with a gruff, "No."
"Den what dey doin' ta her?"
"Nothing yet. Her wanna be mother came back into play. Don't know if I believe half the stuff she's saying myself, just doesn't make any sense. But apparently she was right about you."
"What 'bout Gambit?"
"You're alive."
"Dat it?"
"You workin' for Sinister?" Gambit refused to answer, just staring at the man before him, waiting for him to strike.
"They're holdin' her. They think she's helping you...with whatever it is you're up to." There was a moment where they looked at each other, while Gambit registered this information.
"Is she?"
"Non."Gambit moved towards the remains of her front door, but something tugged on his mind.
"What's all dis mean to you?"
"She's...a good friend. How about you? She get to you too?" Gambit just smirked.
"Guess so mon ami."
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"Rogue."
"What's all this really 'bout momma?" Rogue stood up.
"What is it always about my dear? You belong with me."
"Ah grown momma. An' Ah'm pretty sure ya mean Ah belong ta ya, which Ah don't."
"You don't belong here. What other options does a life draining mutant vampire like yourself belong?" Rogue's eyes turned to slits as she stared at the blue woman before her, but she refused to answer.
"You don't belong with him, that's for sure. He was never good enough for you, he never will be."
"What on Earth are ya talkin' bout now?"
"Remy LeBeau."
"Remy LeBeau is dead."
"Yes, but Gambit is very much alive, as you obviously know at the moment...or at least found out earlier." Mystique could actually hear Rogue's teeth clench, just before she felt a force hit her face. Rogue didn't need her powers to fight her mother, she trained her, not that it would matter at this point if she could win, just hurt her. Maybe as much as she had done to her already. Rogue refused to give Mystique a moment to think, just act as the two began to brawl in her small cell.
Broken and bloody, Rogue caught the upper hand and knocked Mystique to the ground, using a piece of her broken bed frame as a weapon to keep her there. But Mystique wasn't doing so well herself as she smiled evily at the woman before her.
"I told you, you are my daughter. You belong with me. I trained you."
"Ya trained me ta beh a killer." Mystique's smile only widened.
"But Ah ain't one, just like Ah don't belong with ya, an' Ah ain't ya daughter."
"I raised you."
"An' Ah ain't that person anymore." Suddenly a bright red beam hit her straight in the chest, throwing her off of Mystique and into the wall behind her. Her vision quickly went blurry as she passed out.
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Rogue didn't know how long she had been out, but when she woke up she was strapped to a chair, almost as if she was on trial. Wait, was she? She couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going on as all of the X-men stood before her, watching her as if they were on guard, and she the enemy. All the while, Mystique stood there next to them.
"Rogue, what ties do you have to Sinister?" Scott started.
"Ties?"
"Answer the question."
"None."
"Really, then where is Gambit?" she looked them all over, wondering the point of all of this.
"Dead, isn't he?"
"We know that isn't true. We know how long you've known him. Since the island. You helped him fake his death, why?"
"Ah don't know what ya talkin' bout? Ya'll so scared of meh, ya chain meh up?" she pulled on her cuffs.
"Well, you have killed Rogue. Not just Carol, but others for the enjoyment of it."
"Ya don't know nothin'."
"I do believe your wrong about that." Scott walked up to her and placed a thick file in front of her, full of profiles on people she had killed, along with pictures of her, some in the act.
"Ah take it ya got these from mamma's photo album?" she asked sarcastically.
"Where's Gambit, and what have you two been plotting behind our backs?"
"For starters, Gambit be right here mon ami. Secondly, dere be no plottin'. But if you don't back away from da femme, Gambit gonna have ta show ya some manners." Gambit said as he walked in with Wolverine close behind. He pulled out the ace of spades and began to charge it, his eyes hot with anger.
