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"Father she has awoken."
"Good child, I shall see to her, you may go visit your brother."
*Logan have you found anything? * *Sorry Jeannie, no more than before, I can follow their trail, but it all leads to the same spot and then nothing, like they were never here * * I've contacted the other teams, Scott's has only found an abandoned lab, I'm waiting to hear from Storm's we should head back I can check Cerebro again *
Logan lets out a feral growl. Damn you Sinister!! Nothing is worse to Logan than to be helpless when he knows his friends need him. Especially when it's with Rogue she is like a daughter to him. Never was too fond of the Cajun, but his gut tells him even if that snake of a Cajun headed back to Sinister he isn't so cold-hearted as to drag Rogue with him.
*Storm *
*Yes Jean we have found something. It appears to be drawings of some sort, not much but they seem too innocent to be lying around Sinister's old lab, and some of them seem to portray Rogue as well as others though not all identifiable. we shall meet you at the mansion *
Drawings? Strange, but at least it's something, maybe they will give us some clue.
"Ah Rogue, It is nice you have awakened, we may soon proceed."
"Proceed with what 'ya sick monster? Ah don't recall signin' up for anything. And where is Gambit?!?"
"Well it is good to see you are interested in the boy's safety that will make the rest of this easier. My dear, you should calm down, getting upset won't help either of us. You should feel privileged I have selected you. While you and your precious X-Men fight a losing battle against humans and your own kind, I will see that our species evolves into all they should be, you will learn that your battles are mere footnotes in history, side points to the true future of our kind." As he speaks he draws a vial of blood from her arm. She is amazed at the pain; it is such a rare sensation for her. A tear slides down her face against her will. "There, there dear, nothing to cry over, you should rejoice at what you will soon be."
"'Ya sick bastard, when Ah git' outta here Ah'm gonna tear 'ya limb from limb myself. It wasn't enough for 'ya to get your jollies off of destroying Gambit's life? Ah was already hopin' we'd meet sometime for that."
"Destroying? I have aided him, I will help him see who he is to become. You and he are the first, the chosen. One day others will die for a chance to take your place. I shall leave you alone now dear, I must check this sample, the timing must be perfect for our little procedure."
As quickly as he came, he left. Left alone the guilt and pain flow freely down her face. Oh, Rem, Ah'm sorry, what has he done to ya? What's he gonna do to us?
Dieu. 'Dis is torture. Remy can eit'er 'dink 'bout 'is chere leavin' 'im to die or Essex savin' 'im. 'De not knowing," a small sample", what 'de 'ell is 'dat supposed to mean? Now is not 'de time to leave Gambit alone wit' mon t'oughts.
Almost on cue, Clair enters the room. She is carrying a small notebook and a pencil.
"What 'dat for petite? Planning on studyin' Remy?"
"I like to draw. And father is busy, he said I may visit you."
Petite is so timid, speaks like a whisper. 'most seems like 'de fille' will break if pushed too hard. Much better company 'dan Essex at least.
Within a few moments she starts to sketch on the pad, she seems to be surprised at what she is drawing, as if its not under her control. Soon she stops and stares at him.
"Petite? What ya' draw?"
"Something in my head, since the accident I can't remember much. Not even you, but sometimes I see things so I write them down."
" 'De accident, petite?" And yet 'gain what is so impor'ant 'bout me?
"The one where mother died. I can't remember anything before that. It crushed father, they took you from him after that."
'Dis petite is insane. Just keep 'er talking Remy; maybe she'll say some'ting useful.
"Show Gambit 'de picture petite? He 'don 'ave no'ting to look at in here, sides belle petites who visit."
Shrugging she turns the page towards him. Father said not to mention her, but it really isn't her anyhow just similar.
Gambit can't keep his poker face up when he sees the drawing. All he can feel is pain, like a dagger to his heart. He turns to Clair his eyes eerily glowing.
"What do 'ya know of her?!?" he asks harshly. Clair stumbles back at his emotion. "Answer Gambit! What does he want wit' her?" Gambit feels rage take over at the thought of Essex having her involved in one of his traps. He strains against the bonds wildly.
The girls eyes grow wide with fear and suddenly…BLINK she is gone. Letting the page float to the ground where she was standing a second ago. The picture stares up from the ground. A young girl with green eyes, standing amidst fire and destruction, she looks different, changed, older and younger at the same time, but there is no mistaking the white streak the parts her auburn hair. Rogue.