Here we go, chapter 2.
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I still can't believe all this, me and Scott used to be members of the X-Men, then we became refugees when our teammate seemingly betrayed us to our enemy.
Now we've met up with the former Brotherhood, and joined the Resistance, and we're starting to realize that maybe we misjudged Rogue.
The question remains, who is the true enemy? Rogue, Magneto, someone else?
Well, time will only tell.
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CHAPTER 2:
PEPERATIONS AND PERCEPTIONS
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"PIETRO, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY ROOM?" Jean shouts at the retreating speedster.
It was about two months after they arrived at the Resistance HQ, Pietro seemed to have an hobby of driving the two of them crazy nearly 24 hours a day. When Jess came around, which wasn't that often, he did behave himself, but that didn't help much.
"You know, I suddenly have a great deal of respect for Mystique," Scott says as Jean stops while panting.
"Yeah, I can see that," Jean says. "And I can also see why Rogue left the Brotherhood, well, other than the obvious."
"What's obvious?" Scott asks, but just before Jean can answer, Jess comes in.
"Ahh, Scott, Jean, just who I needed to see, there's something you need to be told, come with me," Jess says, and leads them down a side tunnel and into a small cavernous room.
A chair turns around, seated there is an older woman with a cane, and staring, or at least they assume she is, at them from behind sunglasses.
"Wait, your Rogue's foster mother, Irene, right?" Jean asks.
"Yes, and I don't know if your entirely ready for what I have to tell you, but there is no time left," Irene says. "You see, none of this was supposed to happen, Magneto has changed the future drasticaly."
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Rogue sighs, the last two months hadn't been easy for her, its bad enough being the ruler of the world, which is enough stress with all the paper work and public apperances, but being pregnant didn't help either.
"Rogue, your the leader of the entire world, couldn't you take a few months off for vacation? All this stress is going to make you go crazy," her secretary, a four armed mutant named Shiva, says.
"Shiva, I'll be fine, I'll take maternity leave in a few months," Rogue says, and leans back in her chair. Shiva's obviously working for Magneto, and since everyone else already knows I'm pregnant, its only a matter of time before he confronts me about it, Rogue thinks to herself.
Suddenly, her chair whips around, and she's face to face with the helmeted Magneto. "Uhh, hi dad," Rogue says a little sheepishly.
"Rogue, you dissapoint me again, you've let a number of traitors slip out from under your nose, two of your former teammates where last spotted in Central Missouri, a known hub for Ruin's GNSP forces," Magneto growls. "I gave you power Rogue, and this is how you repay me? The only reason you are still in power is because I let you remain in power."
"Yeah, one problem with that, you put me in power because you felt that I'd get a better public attraction, while you ruled from the shadows," Rogue snaps. "Well guess what daddy-dearest, your plan backfired, the public loves me, yes, but a change of leadership will just lead to revolution. Now get out of my office, or I will personaly throw you out!"
Magneto growls, and takes his leave.
Magneto might be my father, but he doesn't have as much control over me as he'd like to think, for all intents and purposes, this is my world, and not even he can take it away from me, Rogue thinks, and then shakes her head. Gotta stop thinking like that, its those kind of thoughts that will make me too much like Magneto.
She places a hand on her stomach. I remember when my powers first emerged, it was realizing that I'd never be able to touch that was the worst thing. But now, I've found someone I can touch, and as a result of that, Magneto will have a grandchild to try and brainwash in seven months.
She looks out the window, there was something she could do, but it was risky.
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"Okay, so let me get this straight, had the war never happened, Rogue would've still found out that Magneto is her father, the Brotherhood would've been abandoned by Magneto, much in the same fashion they have been now, and taken in by an elite Army unit, formed a group called the Misfits, and basicaly wouldn't change at all?" Scott asks.
"There is more, Rogue would've still overcome her mutation with Remy, and had Magneto not interfered with the timeline, there is great possibility that her descendants would have surpassed many in their gains," Irene says. "Apockalypse would have rised again, on more than one occasion, and Rogue's granddaughter, Marie, would be destined to walk in the presence of kings, and in the halls of god himself."
"How much of that has Magneto changed?" Jean asks.
"We can't be sure just how much the genocide has effected the plans of the devil, but that isn't the point right now," Irene says. "These next 18 years will be the most dangerous for us all. 18 years to the day that Rogue's children are born, their destinies will emerge, and it is then that the fate of the world will be decided."
"Why is all of this being pilled on us?" Scott asks.
"In seven months, you will understand why you must learn these things," Irene says, and turns the chair back around. Scott and Jean exchange glances, but leave quickly.
"Is it just me, or has our lives just gotten worse and worse everyday?" Scott asks.
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Somewhere up in Canada a month later, a lone figure is riding down an abandoned highway on a motorcycle at full speed. Why becomes apparent as two men on motorcycles come up beside him, he glances at the two from under his helmet, and raises a fist as 3 metalic claws pop out. He leans into a turn, and slashes at the weels of one of the motorcycle and it goes spinning out of control. He jumps off of his own just as it goes flying into a tree, and the third biker stops.
"Creed, I should've known you where still doing old Bucket-Head's bidding," The first biker growls, removing his helmet, and resheathing the claws. "I want answers, Creed, what is Magneto doing to Rogue?"
"You'll never get answers out of me, Wolverine," Creed growls.
Before Logan can retaliate, he gets hit by a blast of lightning from behind, and falls to the ground unconsious.
"Come on Sabertooth, lets get this guy back to Montreal, Lady Rogue's going to be pleased when she finds out we got another X-Man," the biker from before says, and Sabertooth slings Logan's prone body over his shoulder, the remaining biker activates a radio. "This is Acolyte Team 35, Commander Berzerker reporting in, we have confirmed capture of the Former X-Man Wolverine, requesting transport to Montreal for trial."
"Confirmed, Commander, a helicopter will be out there in 20 minutes," the voice on the other end says, and Ray Crisp, aka Berzerker fits the radio to his belt.
"Never a dull moment, eh Sabertooth?" Ray asks.
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"Lady Rogue, Acolyte Team 35 has reported in, they've found Wolverine," Shiva reports in to Rogue. "What should we do?"
Rogue glances down at her desk, on a pad a message appears. "Make sure it gets out through the Network, and have my plane ready for a flight to Montreal, tell the Canadian High Court that I will be personaly overseeing this trial," Rogue replies through the intercom.
"Yes milady," Shiva says, and the intercom cuts off.
Logan, I'm so sorry, but I no longer have a choice in the matter, the least I can do is be there, Rogue thinks.
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"Ruin, Ruin!" A Resistance soldier shouts, running into Jess' office out of breath. "This report just came up through the monitors for the Propaganda Channels, you might want to read what it said."
Jess takes a piece of paper and reads it. "Today marks a glorious victory for the Mutant Nation. Reports from as high as our glorious leader's office have confirmed that earlier today, an Acolyte team consisting of Victor 'Sabertooth' Creed and Ray 'Berzerker' Crisp, has successfuly captured the former member of the X-Men known as Wolverine. He is now in transport to the Canadian Correctional Faclity in Montreal, where he awaits trial. Both Acolytes where given..." Jess crumples the paper up in her hand.
"Thank you for bringing this to me," Jess says, and the soldier exits. Blasted fascists, now we've got to get Logan out before its too late. Well, there is one person close enough to make it into the facility, and this isn't going to work well, but I've got no other choice, she thinks, and dials a number. "Zartan? No Road Pig, put Zartan on the line!"
"Yes Ruin?" A voice on the other end says.
"Zartan, I need some help on something, the kind of help that only the Dreadnoks can provide, or at least you can with your skills," Jess says. "How soon can you be in Montreal?"
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Two days later, Logan finds himself seated in what looks like a cheap mockery of a courtroom. Painted into the wall is the iamge of Rogue, much like there is everywhere else in the world, the flags are a deep red, with a black X and the words "Mutant Nation" in white. The judge is already seated, and the "trial" is about to begin when the doors open.
"All rise, our glorious leader has decided to join us today," the judge says, and everyone in the courtroom, minus Logan, stands at attention as the doors open. Rogue walks into the court, much to the applause of the people inside.
As she walks down the aisle, she catches a look from Logan, and shakes her head, mouthing the words "I'm sorry," and takes a seat.
"Case number 30456, the case of the Mutant Nation Vs. Wolverine on charges of treason and conspiricy to overthrow the Mutant Nation in coordination with Ruin's GNSP, how do you plead?" the judge says.
Rogue leans back, she knew it didn't matter how what he said, there wouldn't be a trial. Magneto had made sure that a loyalist of his was in charge of the Judicial System, the courtroom would adjourn for the evening, and at night an Acolyte agent would come and kill off the accused, how they would do it to Logan she wasn't sure, but they probably had something.
As she had guessed, the courtroom adjourned for the evening. She had to stop this before it started, somehow. She could take it to the public, something had to be done, but for now she could just settle for going to visit Logan.
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An hour later, flanked by two bodyguards, she walks into the Canadian Correctional Facility.
"Oh, Lady Rogue, what are you doing here?" the officer at the desk says, standing up at attention.
"That isn't necessary, I'm here to see the Wolverine," Rogue says.
"Yes milady, right this way," the officer says, and leads Rogue into the holding cells, and stops at one, opening the door and letting her in, and shuts the door behind her.
Logan is chained to a chair, his restraints are made out of adamantium as to not let him escape, but he can still talk.
"What are you doing here, Rogue? I didn't think you would care enough to see someone who's an enemy of your government," Logan growls.
"This wasn't what I wanted, Logan, I'm sorry that this happened to you, but I have to say something," Rogue says. "I'm not proud of myself for what I've done, for what I've become, this is all wrong. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for all of this. And I should tell you this, since we won't ever see each other again, thanks for all you've done for me, for all of us."
Logan nods, and there's a knock on the door.
"Milady, I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's an Acolyte here who needs to see the prisoner," the officer from before says.
"Alright," Rogue says, and turns to Logan. "Farewell," she says, and exits.
The next person to enter is a young man in a black militaristic uniform, wearing a pair of sunglasses, as he closes the door.
"Just get this over with," Logan growls. "Its obvious what you're here for, just get it over with."
"Wolverine, I am here representing someone who is in need of your services," the Acolyte says, and removes a pistol from his pocket, and shoots a camera that is watching them. "Do you want to get out of here alive and a free man?" He asks, and Logan nods slightly. "Then do exactly what I say," the Acolyte says, and lowers his sunglasses a little, which pushes a mask down.
"Zartan, I should've known," Logan rasps. "You've been on Ruin's payroll since the revolution began, haven't you?"
"Why, yes, now drink this," Zartan says, handing Logan a small vial, which he drinks.
A few minutes later, Zartan, still in disguise, is pushing a cart carrying a body covered with a cloth.
"He commited suicide, the GNSP must've slipped him a poison that could neutralize his healing factor," Zartan says to the officer behind the desk. "I will despose of the body, you saw nothing."
"Yes sir," the officer says, and Zartan wheels the cart out, passing by a real Acolyte agent.
"I'm looking for Wolverine's cell, my office called earlier, I was supposed to interrogate him this evening," the Acolyte says.
"Sorry, but that can't be right, an Acolyte just left with his body," the officer says.
"WHAT? That's impossible I was assigned to... fine, I'll deal with this," the Acolyte says, and exits the building, finding Zartan just finishing up putting Logan's body in the trunk. "Hey you, stop!"
Zartan pulls out a gun, and starts firing at the Acolyte, catching him in the shoulder before the Acolyte sends a blast of fire at Zartan, who ducks down. I'm not paid enough for this, he thinks, and starts shooting at the Acolyte, reaching into the car to remove another weapon, he draws out a machine gun, and the Acolyte falls in a spray of bullets. "Blasted Secret Police, this was supposed to be easy!" He shouts, and throws the machine gun into the car, and climbs in, taking off as fast as he can after fitting a headset on. "Torch, Road Pig, send word to Jess, we have the target in custody, start making preperations to leave for Missouri."
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Rogue is sitting on the bed in the Presidential Suite of a hotel room when her phone rings.
"Lady Rogue, sorry to disturb you, but this is Officer Bruce from the Correctional Facility, the Acolyte who we let in apparently snuck the Wolverine out of this facility, and then killed an Acolyte who was supposed to interrogate the suspect, my superiors said to consult you before saying anything to the media, what should I do?" the officer from before asks.
"Just report him as a suicide, it is too dangerous to risk letting anyone know he's possibly escaped," Rogue says, and hangs up. Logan, I'm glad someone is out there watching out for you, she thinks.
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It would be another six months before they could get Logan to Columbia. By that time, the networks where pubilcaly celebrating the fact that Rogue had been announced as being pregnant with twins. But other than that, news was slow, there where fewer captures of revolutionaries, Scott and Jean had finally married (for some reason the Brotherhood behaved themselves during that affair, actually, they had gotten used to each other by that time, and Lance was even chosen as Best Man), in which Jess presided over.
Finally, Scott and Jean got word that Logan was on his way to the base, they hadn't seen any of their old teammates since the X-Men scattered after the war.
It was one night in early October when it happened. Rogue shot awake in her bed with Remy lying next to her, she shakes him awake.
"Chere, let Remy sleep just a few more minutes," Remy says in a tired voice.
"Remy, get up now, I think my water just broke," Rogue says, and at that Remy bolts up.
"Well, what are we waiting for, come on, we have to get to the hospital!" Remy says, quickly getting dressed.
They didn't have time to get the driver awake, so while Rogue struggles to get on the seatbelt, Remy starts up his car, and they speed off towards the nearest hospital.
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An hour later, Rogue is lying back in the hospital bed exhausted. Resting in her arms is a small baby girl wrapped in a blanket, while Remy carries a baby boy.
"What are we going to name them?" Remy asks his wife.
"How about Katelyn for the girl, and the boy we can name Caleb, Katelyn and Caleb LeBeau," Rogue says, and Remy nods. Katelyn, I've got to make sure she has the right upbringing, but I doubt that as long as I'm in this position, maybe I should bring her to someone else, someone who can take care of her until the time is right, Rogue thinks.
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Three weeks later, Scott and Jean are scouting the outter perimiter when they see a woman dressed in a black cloak that is pulled over her face approach them.
"Scott, Jean," she says, trying not to scare them.
"Rogue..." Scott says.
"What do you want, Rogue?" Jean demands of her former teammate.
"When I first learned about my family, I swore I would make sure that if I ever had a child, he or she would be raised better than I ever was, but I don't think I can do that. Scott, Jean, I'm sorry for dumping this burden on you, but your the only two people I can trust," Rogue says, and places a bundle in Jean's arms. "Please, take good care of my daughter for me, her name is Katelyn, and you two are her only hope to having a normal life, or at least a good life."
"Rogue, please, come with us..." Scott says.
"I'm sorry Scott, I really am, but this is the way it has to be," Rogue says, and keeps walking, trying not to cry.
"Scott, do you think she'll be okay?" Jean asks, holding Scott close as they look at the baby girl in her arms.
"I don't know, Jean, I really don't know," Scott admits.
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Well, that's another chapter done, and things are getting weirder and weirder.
What will happen to Katelyn and Caleb first? We'll find out as they start to grow up, things are just going to get more hectic from here.
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