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Chapter Two: Too Far Gone
Oooh, once again I got ahead of myself. I like that idea, because then I have a back-up chapter in case I need to pump one out immediately. And, though I seriously doubt anyone who's reading this reads Deus Ex Machina- can you tell I've got a thing for titles in other languages?- it is back in the works. Slowly but surely, I will finish that story if it kills me. If you know the slightest thing about KKJ- all you really need to know is the characters- then READ IT!! I need reviews! Oh, and also look out for "Die Young" if you read "Live Fast". All reviews thus far have been favorable, though they were a bit slow on the uptake. ^-~
Please review! I do accept constructive criticism, and flames will be ignored. Or I will use my spiffy pyrokinetic abilities to throw them at you.
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And kudos to you if you noticed, all chapters are named after songs.
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"Will!" Remy yelled down the hallway. The pale girl appeared almost immediately. "She jus' pass'd out, I did'n' do anyt'ing…" he babbled. Willow rolled her eyes and held up a slender, gloved hand to silence him.
"It's the fifth time it's happened, genius," she muttered. "Too late to blame you, though I'd love to." She rushed into Rogue's room at this point, and checked her vitals. She swore under her breath.
"What?" he asked her, though he doubted she'd tell him.
"She has increased cranial activity." At his puzzled look, she rolled her eyes. "She's passed out, but… it looks as if she's either trying to remember something, or trying to forget it. Difficult to tell. Anyways, other than that, she's fine. She won't wake up for a while, so just let her rest." Remy nodded and left the room reluctantly. As he left, Willow called to his back,
"She's too far gone to even know that you're here, so don't think I'm trying to get rid of you,"
Just out of curiosity and lack of something more interesting to do, he turned and asked Willow,
"What is your power, anyways?" She smiled thinly, and her white teeth against black lipstick disturbed him almost as much as the smile itself.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out," she replied evenly, before slipping back to her and Mr. McCoy's lab. He shrugged and slipped out, contemplating the secrecy of her powers. It didn't make sense- Rogue didn't like talking about her powers because it was awkward for her to admit she could never touch anyone. But he'd seen Willow touch Rogue, so that couldn't the reason.
He made a mental note to ask Professor Xavier about Willow's powers. That was assuming that the Professor even knew.
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Rogue opened her eyes warily hours later. It was dark, and someone had thoughtfully turned off the lights. She reached up to touch her head, amazed at the lack of pain She then frowned at her lack of gloves. How could she have forgotten? Anything and everything could have gone wrong. Her hand slid over to her bedside table, fingers scrabbling madly, searching for the silky material that was too familiar.
"Covering such beautiful hands mus' be a crime, chere," that god-damned Cajun said, leaning on the doorway. She groaned.
"Great. Now you're admiring my hands." She muttered. Her grinned wider.
"I would like t' admire other parts o' your body, chere, but I don' t'ink you'd like me sayin' dat." She growled deep in her throat and looked like she was about to lunge at Remy.
"Stupid Cajun," she muttered as she decided it wasn't worth the effort. "Hey, what day is it?" she asked him He frowned slightly at the odd question, but answered,
"Monday." She sat up straight.
"What time is it?" she asked frantically. He checked the clock.
"About eight, chere," he told her. She smacked her forehead and started to get up.
"Shit!" she yelled. "Shit, shit, shit," she muttered as she searched for the clothes she'd been wearing before. He looked at her oddly.
"Where you goin', chere?" he asked her.
"None of your business, swamp rat," she told him, and headed for the doorway. He blocked her way, and looked down, amused at her frustrated and pretty angry face.
"What's de matter, chere? You goin' t' be lat f'r a date?" he inquired mockingly.
"No!" she all but screamed. His eyes widened.
"Mon Dieu, she does have a date." He said, shocked.
"Ah do not!" she replied indignantly. "Ah have ta meet someone, and Ah'll be late if you don't move!" she yelled at him. Shrugging, he moved aside, deciding to question her further when she got back.
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"Professor, I'm not too sure about this Willow character," Jean told the Professor on the way back to the mansion. "I mean, she seems nice enough, but she never talks about her past, and never says what her powers are. Isn't that just a little bit strange?" she inquired, continuing at his silence. He sighed slightly.
"Jean, she has her reasons for keeping secrets. Rogue doesn't talk about her past that much, now does she? As a matter of fact, she never talks about anything that happened before she touched Cody…" he trailed off. "Anyways, my point is, she might not be hiding something. Maybe she just isn't proud of her past and would rather focus on becoming an X-Men." He answered.
"But, Professor, what about her powers? I mean, Rogue doesn't talk about hers because it's just not a topic you ask her about. She hates her powers and hates how the mess up her life. But, Willow, as far as I can tell, can touch." She pushed. Xavier sighed.
"Willow can touch, Jean, those aren't her powers. But… her powers are almost uncontrollable. She barely keeps them in check," he told her.
"Professor, will you tell what her powers are?" she asked him, thinking he'd say yes. Surprisingly, he shook his head.
"She didn't even tell me; she accidentally broadcasted certain thoughts and memories. I'll tell you one thing- Willow isn't her real name." He added at her puzzled look.
"Does anyone except for you know?" she asked quietly. He sighed.
"Jean, I don't know. If she wants to tell people, she will. It wouldn't be right for me to tell you, especially because she didn't want me to know either," he sid, and she could tell that was the end of the conversation. But, her curiosity was piqued. If she had to read 'Willow's' mind to find out, she was going to find out what her powers were.
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"Where's Rogue?" Remy asked Willow as he wandered into the TV room and found her watching a movie. She shrugged.
"Out," she replied evasively. He sighed exasperatedly.
"She still in Bayville?" he asked her, annoyed with her answer.
"According to the city limits? Yeah. But you won't find her, Gumbo." She answered. Bored, he looked at her oddly.
"What d'you mean?" he asked her. She laughed and shook her head.
"Figure it out for yourself. I'm outta here. Catch ya later!" she grabbed her black duster as she jogged out the door.
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Rogue slipped back into the mansion silent as a shadow. That jerk of a new recruit would be proud. Almost as quietly, she slid toward the stairs. Suddenly she bumped into someone. She jumped back slipped behind a statue, biting her lip before she could scream. Hearing and seeing nothing, she inched out from behind her hiding place and breaking into a run towards her run. Suddenly, a strong hand clamped down on her uncovered wrist and pulled her to a sharp stop. She twisted around, despite the painful grip on her arm, and found herself staring into red and black eyes. She snarled at him.
"What d'you want, Gumbo?" she snapped at him, attempting to twist her arm free. He groaned.
"Le loup-garou gives me that nickname and it sticks, non, chere?" he asked her. She glared at him while doing some inventive twisting of her entire body as she attempted to break out of his grasp again. "Mon Dieu, chere, didn' know y' could move like dat." He told her, smirking. Her thin wrist had slipped from his grasp, and as he said those words, she clutched her head.
Didn'tknowyoucoulddothat…movelikethat…didn'tknwyoucoulddothat…movelikethat…didn'tknowyoucoulddothat…movelikethat…
She let out a strangled cry as she hit the ground again.
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Shout-Outs:
Barbar Ruiz: I like getting people's attention^^. My first reviewer for the story, I didn't catch it immediately because I was watching Field of Dreams. Thank you!
ishandahalf: Was this update fast enough for you? I have up to chapter four written, so I'll try to keep going ahead and make an weekly update schedule. I'm glad you like it- I tried really hard to make this central around Rogue and have Willow as more of a side character. I'm also glad that I'm not the only person that says cool beans! Thanks for your review!
Passionate Crow Rat: I wrote more! Thank you! I can't tell you how much people liking this means to me!
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Ooooohhh, shortness! For those that haven't figured it out, the italics are thoughts. Or something. Technically, not thoughts, but you don't know what they are.
For those that are wondering, yes, I hate writing accents. And I know I'm not being original by not writing accents, but I have a question for all those Evolution viewers out there: When was the last time Rogue said sugah? Granted, she does speak with a Southern accent. And Remy's has been toned down, which makes sense because I believe he hasn't been to the Big Easy in years. So if you get pissy with me, I'll just point out the obvious.
For those of you who are thinking that this is going to be a rip-off of 'Giddy'- one of the best X-Men: Evolution fanfictions out there, you're wrong. I get inspired by the weirdest things and then the result turns out to be different from the inspiration.
Sorry for taking so long- and for those of you who don't know, there will be serious angst. And a sequel, probably. I like sequels. And I like angst. SO there's the reason.
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