One by One the Souls Will Take You Over
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The title is a line from a song called 'And Don't Forget To Breathe' by A Static Lullaby.
Summary: This is a different story that is set in a parallel universe-mainly focusing on Rogue and Gambit, set after the end of the second season. Rogue never joined the x-men, in fact she has never has meet them instead she joined the Acolytes. Romyness eventually. Note: Rogue has a different past in this story. It will be explained as the story continues.
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okay everyone, i had really meant to write, more and i know this chapter ends at a really weird place, but i had written about half of the conversation between remy and rogue, and i didn't think it sounded write so i kept going bakc and rewriting. however, i just started school this past week at UNO (university of New Orleans) and seeing as how i am from Connecticut, it was a weird transting. Plus as i am sure you know the hurricane that is currently hitting new orleans. i am however, safe, after fleeing the city with my cousins to a town about thirty minutes outside of Houston on saturday afternoon. it was an eleven hour drive (it took four hours just to get out of the city and half way to baton rouge, (in was ten hours by sunday) i am currently using the hotel's internet, but since it cost about $10 a day, this is most likely the only day i will be using it. i wanted to get at least something up, seeing i am not sure how my dorm fared and if or when i will have anything up and running enough to start to update again. i just wanted to say that i am sorry, and thank you to all the reviewers, and i will try and update as soon as i can.
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Thought (in italics) Telepathic conversations(Translations)
Pietro's fast talk
Chapter Seventeen:
Sweat dripped down her forehead as she landed blow after blow, unrelenting onto the black punching bag. Her knuckles were starting to crack and bleed, but the slight stinging was a welcomed distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts going through her head.
Four years. Four years since she had last seen him. So many things she had lost over time, and yet she had found him. But it took her too long. Four years were stolen from him, how could a father do that to a son? To anyone? But then Xavier's brother had been right beside him. And then there was Lucas himself. He had been pissed. She had never seen him so angry before. When he had finally woken up she almost had to drain him so that he didn't go after Xavier right then. Granted she wasn't sure he could have even made it to the institute seeing how he could barely walk after being in a coma for so long. But give him a week or so, and she wasn't sure if she could stop him, and the fact that half of her didn't care what Lucas did to Xavier wasn't helping at all.
When had things got so complicated? Hadn't not even a month ago she had been off in Europe stealing only God knows what? She was beginning to wonder why she had even taken this job. It seemed like ever since she had come to Bayville her past seemed determine to come back and bite her in the ass.
She had thought she had made peace with her past, but being here, around these people, it kept bringing up buried memories and opening old wounds. She was tempted to just cut her loses and run… but no. Wasn't this the reason she had taken this pathetic job to begin with? To prove to herself that her past wouldn't cloud her judgment? To make sure that her past was really just that her past? But now that Lucas was here, alive and well, she hadn't seen that one coming, and as much as it annoyed her to admit it, it had shaken her. She had buried that part of her past a long time ago when Alec died. Forced herself not to give them a second thought, until she had just stumbled across a memory of Lucas in one of those X-freaks when she had been trying to integrate them into her mind, and immediately the only thing on her mind was how to save him. So she tricked Magneto letting her release him, but looking back maybe it wasn't such a good idea.
His every thought was bent on seeking revenge for what his father did to him, and that blinded him. Taking revenge on his father, although highly entertaining, would cause too much attention. This much power in one town was bound to attract someone. And she wasn't sure if she would be able to stop it. But a part of her didn't care. There was a side of her that wanted to stand right next to Lucas and join in, get their revenge, not matter who got in her way. She wanted to laugh at her enemies as they begged for their lives. Cause as much pain to them as they had inadvertently caused her. She couldn't bring herself to care. Even a little about what would happen to them. And that scared her. She was created to be that uncaring killer- the perfect assassin. After all, with a power like hers what else could she be? She had done everything she could to try and erase that fact, to not become what she was made to be. But as each hour passed she was finding it harder and harder to bring herself to care… about anything.
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He had been restlessly turning over and over for almost three hours now. He flipped over onto his back and stared listlessly at the ceiling. He could feel her hurricane of emotions from within his room, and every time he closed his eyes, he was swept away in the current of them. It was starting to get to him; she was starting to get to him.
It didn't make any sense; he had always had control of his empathy. In the past he could easily block out emotions he didn't want, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shut her out. Normally though, it wouldn't have matter, Rogue kept such a tight lid on her emotions he could barely ever read her. Bringing that boy here most have done something. On the way back to the base he could almost feel the walls around her start to crumble. He had watched her closely, but she was off in her own world. When they finally reached the base she just stayed around to make sure the kid was taken care of before disappearing.
Rolling over and closing his eyes, he made a last ditch attempting to block her out and get some sleep, but within in seconds her emotions overwhelmed him again. Groaning softly, he sat up and let his feet dangle off the side of the bed. Running his hand through his hair, his unnatural eyes search his room. Groaning to himself, he reluctantly started to pull his boots on. If he wanted to get any sleep tonight he knew what he had to do.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he walked towards his door, and pause for a second. His eyes shifted back to his dresser, turning around he started to shift though one of its drawers. Finding what he needed he made his way out into the hallway, pulling on a pair of gloves.
The corridor was empty and with only the flickering lights to guide him he made his way towards her room. Knocking on the door softly he opened it. His eyes swept around the room once before he realized she wasn't there. Closing the door once again he made his way to the kitchen, where once again an empty room greeted him. His jaw clenched in frustration. He had no idea where she was. Forcing himself to calm down he closed his eyes and expanded his empathy outward… and there. Smirking softly, he turned around and once more made his way through the dark corridors.
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