Hello all my lovely readers! Sorry for the long wait time. I know, I suck. Damn school. Well I hope you guys like this chapter. Also, DO NOT worry. This is and will be a ROMY. With lots and lots of action. I will be taking it up a notch hopefully in the next few chapters. I notice there are quite a few readers now, so give a review. Come on, you know you want to. I would love to hear from ya.
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Here we go….
Previously on Testing Boundaries CH 6 :She slowly opened her eyes the next morning. The light was giving her a headache. Apparently, she still had a hangover, despite using Wolverine's mutation. She closed her eyes and rolled over, noticing the shadow of a figure from behind her lids. She quickly opened her eyes, and saw Emma before her. She abruptly sat up. "Emma what the hell, you scared the crap out of me—"
Her words immediately stopped when she saw the other figure in a chair across the room.
The blue woman slowly stood up. "Hello, my daughter."
Chapter 7
New Friends Old Faces
She couldn't believe her eyes. This had to be a dream, because there was no possible way she was alive and standing in her room. Mystique was trapped in stone form, due to Apocalypse, and Rogue herself had destroyed her. She had pushed the statue over the edge, and watched it break into a million tiny, unfixable pieces. Kurt had been enraged at her because she had done so.
That had happened a while ago. Since then she had grown to learn that her actions were rash and wrong, but at the time they seemed very justifiable. That woman had adopted her, and tricked her into thinking that she truly cared for her, as a mother cares for a daughter. She had used her.
This was a trap. This had to be a trap. She threw back her sheets, and hovered in the air. If either one of the women in her room tried to attack, they would be sorry.
Mystique's eyes widened, and a slow smile began to creep across her face. "So, the rumors are true."
Rogue was ready to strike. "You're supposed to be dead."
Mystique's smile abandoned her face, and a look of rage replaced it. "No thanks to you! My own daughter wanted me dead!"
"You used me! You made me think I was loved! That you cared! It was all a lie! You destroyed me, so I destroyed you, or so I thought."
The blue woman's features softened, ever so slightly. "I did care. Everything I did was for your own protection and good!"
Rogue couldn't handle her present emotional state. Her hair began to whip around her face by an invisible force. "You can stop the shit. I'm not naïve to your games anymore. Everything that you do is for your own benefit."
"That is what you say now, but if you would shut your mouth for a moment you will find that statement is not true."
Emma decided now would be a good time to intervene. "Rogue, she is here because I called her—"
No sooner had the words escaped her mouth, Rogue had her by the throat with one hand, her feet lifted from the ground. She quickly changed into her diamond form.
Rogue had enough. "You know I could crush your neck despite the form your in. If this is another one of your little tricks, I wont let you off so easy this time."
She released her grip and Emma fell to the ground, choking and gasping.
Emma looked up at her. "Ok. I deserved that." She stood up and brushed herself off, trying to regain some of her dignity.
"As I was saying, I called her. She had contacted me shortly before I had arrived, looking for you. She wouldn't give me much detail to why until she spoke with you, but she said it was urgent and I should make her aware of your location so she could warn you."
Rogue couldn't believe what she was hearing. "And you trusted her? She is a con artist!"
Emma nodded her head. "I know. That is why I arranged to meet with her before I agreed to help her. I read her mind. Rogue, she is telling the truth."
Rogue lowered herself to the ground. She felt a little guilty for choking Emma, but not much. She turned her head towards Mystique.
"I will listen to what you have to say, but I also have the right to ask questions. You will answer them honestly. If I think you are withholding any information from me, and I feel it can hurt me or my friends, I will destroy you. Got it?"
Mystique didn't take threats lightly. "You will do no such thing. You are weak when it comes to killing."
Rogue hovered slowly in her direction, until she was directly in front of her face. "You're right. And that's what makes me better than the trash that you are. But I promise, if any harm comes to anybody in this mansion, I will break bones in your body that you didn't even know existed."
Mystique wasn't the type to back down, but she got the message. "I am not here to waste my time with your precious little X-Men. I am here to warn you."
Rogue lowered herself once more. "Explain."
Mystique began to leisurely pace the room. "I have to start from the beginning. Are you not curious to the fact of how I am even alive?"
Rogue was not going to lie. It was the first thought that she had when she saw the bitch. "The thought did cross my mind."
Mystique continued to pace. "I cannot give you much detail, because I do not remember much about how I came back to normal form. I do remember you pushing me over that ledge. I felt the extreme pain when my body broke at the bottom."
She looked in Rogue's direction, and saw no remorse. She continued her story.
"I awoke in a lab. I was strapped down, unable to move. I was so weak…" Her eyes appeared to be thinking hard about the events.
"There were tubes everywhere. I was experimented on like a lab rat. The scientist wore a mask, but I will never forget those eyes, those horrifying eyes. He went by the name of Sinister. There were many more of us. We were put in large cells, like flea infested strays. We prayed for death to escape the hell we were in."
Rogue intervened. "Could you not use your powers?"
She inhaled deeply, and took a seat. "No. We could not. I don't know what he was planning, but I do know he was obsessed with genetics. He wanted to create the ultimate specimen. Word had reached him that there was a homeless man, ranting and raving about finding just that. The rumor was that this man had no sense of who he was, but claimed that the 'woman with emerald eyes and streaks of white' held the answer."
Emma inhaled sharply. "Rogue, that has to be Shaw. I thought you erased everything in his mind?"
"I erased a lot."
Emma was furious. "But not enough!"
Mystique raised her hand, like she was trying to silence two children. "I said it was a rumor. Of course, this intrigued Sinister. He set out to find this man. When he left, I took advantage of the situation. I smashed the guards head against my prison bars when he came close enough, and I made my escape."
Rogue shook her head in disgust. "That's just like you, running to save yourself and helping no one else."
Mystique lost her temper. "I WAS THE ONLY ONE LEFT!"
The sudden outburst startled Rogue.
Mystique lowered her voice. "Do you truly think I would leave my fellow mutants to rot?"
Rogue turned away, for the first time feeling guilty.
Mystique continued. "As I was running for my life, I came upon a room, lined with large capsules filled with fluids. Some were empty, and some where not."
Emma abruptly stood. "What are you saying?"
Mystique looked at the blonde woman. "He is cloning."
Emma paced the room. "Why would he be cloning?"
Mystique had time to think of this. She could only think of one reason. "There is only one reason I can think of. Most clones he created either died naturally, or were killed. Therefor he cannot be cloning to create some kind of mutant army. He is experimenting, getting in his practice to create someone like you, my daughter. If he found you, you would be the key ingredient to what he wants and what he needs."
Rogue sat down, taking in all of the information she had just received. It was a lot to process.
Emma quickly turned to Rogue, "We have to find Shaw first. If he regains his memory, the outcome will be horrific. If Sinister gets ahold of him, he can't be harmed, his mutation won't allow it. If he put her back together-," she pointed in Mystique's direction, "—he can give Shaw back his memories."
Rogue knew Emma was right. She turned back towards Mystique. "Where were you kept?"
"In a Frozen wasteland, underground."
Emma moved closer to her. "Where exactly would that be?"
"Somewhere in northern Siberia, in the middle of nowhere. I will do my best to give you the coordinates."
Ok, so this was good. Now they had a starting point to find out some information.
She wouldn't let it show to the other two women that were present in the room, but she was nervous. Why did Shaw remember vague details about her? If this Sinister guy spooked Mystique, she definitely wanted to remain anonymous.
Mystique stood. "So, my daughter, I am not as heartless as you think. I do care about your well being."
She reached out, and rested her hand on Rogue's face. "I see you have gained control."
Rogue backed away from her touch. "Things haven't changed between you and I."
Mystique slowly withdrew her hand back. "Hopefully that will change. It is time for me to take my leave."
With that, she transformed into a raven, and took flight out the balcony doors.
Emma headed towards the door. "I will call a meeting in the war room and inform the others—"
Rogue flew over and blocked the door entrance. "You can't tell them about my powers yet."
Emma's eyes widened in disbelief. "We need the team to go with us—"
Rogue interrupted her. "I know that! Just tell them that we received information about a base kidnapping and cloning mutants or something like that."
Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Why are you so afraid to tell them? It's who you are now! Why are you so ashamed?"
"You're not blind Emma! Look what's happening! A mad man is on a quest to find a homeless guy, based on a rumor about me! All because of my stupid mutation, which by the way YOU caused."
Emma was becoming impatient. "Is that what your worried about? Because you are protected here!"
Rogue had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "I know that! It's not about that! I was always different! I was the pathetic girl that was always out casted because of her powers. I FINALLY belong, and I need to cherish it while it last!"
Emma's facial features softened. "I understand that. Telepaths are the social pariah's of the mutant world. But your powers are now apart of who you are. There is no one here that would reject you because of them. I have only been here for a week and I know this. The sense of family here and the closeness of everyone is nauseating."
Rogue released a small smile. "I know. But I want everything to stay the same, just a little bit longer. I'll tell them when the time is right. I promise. By the way, did you actually just try to do something nice by telling me all that?"
Emma smirked. "Yes. And don't get used to it."
She quickly placed her fingers at her temples. All team members please meet me in the war room as soon as possible.
She lowered her hands. "We better get going."
Rogue stood there awkwardly. "You're not going to tell them, are you?"
"No. That's your job. I will tell them as much of the truth that I can. You do realize though that the sooner you tell them, the easier it will be for them to process."
She knew Emma was right. Logan had practically told her the same thing. "I know."
"Well as long as you know. Let's get going."
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The team members quickly came in and took their seats. As Remy entered, he glanced at the empty chair next to Rogue, and chose to sit on the opposite side. She had to admit, she was slightly disappointed. She thought she had detected some emotion towards her the other night when they all went out. Apparently, she had been incorrect.
Emma had just briefed the team about the information she had received.
Scott was the first to speak up. "Emma, I am the team leader and I should have been consulted first. How do you know this information is accurate?"
"I apologize Cyclops. I didn't know how your fiancé would feel about us meeting privately, especially after the thoughts you projected loud and clear when I first arrived."
Rogue held her breath. She looked over at their fearless leader. Did she actually detect a blush?
The normally soft-spoken Jean narrowed her eyes in Emma's direction. "He would never do anything with you. And we are questioning where you received your information because YOU apparently are the untrustworthy one, according to Rogue."
Rogue shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She looked at Emma with an apologetic look. She decided she would have to address that little issue.
"Jean, you're right. Emma betrayed me in the worse possible way—" She looked at the blonde woman, and saw that her brow furrowed in a very unattractive, very un-Emma like way.
"—but since then, we have made up. I would even say that we are almost friends." She looked in Emma's direction and smiled at the new awkward expression on the white queen's face.
Jean was still starring daggers in Emma's direction. She was upset, because the little comment Emma made earlier was correct. Jean detected Scott's lust for the new woman. She couldn't help it. Her fiancé was mentally broadcasting it rather clearly. She would have to have a little talk with him later. "Rogue, I am glad that your opinion changed, but that still doesn't tell me where she got her information."
Emma smirked. "Lets just say, a little birdie told me."
Scott uncomfortably cleared his throat. "Emma, we need to make sure its coming from a reliable source. We can't just whisk our team off on a whim."
At this point, Rogue stood up. "The source is Mystique."
There was a gasp throughout the room.
Jean looked at Rogue like she was a patient in a mental ward. "Rogue….Mystique is dead…"
"She was dead. She was put back together somehow."
Remy eyed Rogue suspiciously. Her hands were fumbling together. She was looking around too much. He had years of training with the guild, and he was not just a thief of goods, but for information as well. He could read any person like a book, especially woman. Being an empath also helped quite a bit. That was one of the things he loved about the woman speaking in front of him. Her standoffish nature, and mysterious appeal lured him to her. Yet here she was, up there showing all the classical, obvious signs of someone withholding information.
He casually leaned back in his seat. "So Roguey, lets just say she did give up the info. Why?"
She raised her eyebrows in his direction. If anyone trusted her, it should have been him. What the hell was his deal? "First off, don't call me Roguey. She came to warn us. He is a threat to all mutants."
Kara spoke up for the first time. She had a turn of feelings towards the southern woman standing in front of her. She had been so blind. Remy had briefly mentioned once (when he had been off on one of his drinking charades with Wolverine), that he used to love a woman that left the mansion. She thought he was just acting like, well, like a drunk person. It didn't hit her until the other night that he may have been telling the truth. And the truth was a seducer, starring at her with emerald eyes. "Why would one mutant be a threat to all mutants? Do you hear yourself? You sound ridiculous."
Wow. That was the last reaction she expected from the raven-haired woman. They weren't best friends, but Kara had always been over the top nice to her. What was wrong with everyone? And did Kara just call her ridiculous? Oh HELL no.
"Do I Kara? Because throughout history, there has never been a leader or dictator that was a threat to his kind? Is that what your saying? Maybe you should be sitting in with the students instead of teaching them."
Kara abruptly stood, and let out a low growl that would challenge Wolverine's. Remy grabbed her. He was mad at Rogue, but he didn't want her mauled to death. He looked up at Rogue, and she didn't look frightened, not one little bit. She actually looked bored.
Rogue had enough. She decided to tell the truth, well partially. If they didn't believe her, fine. She would go by herself. "We have to go because he is cloning. We don't know what for."
Emma was just leaning against the table. She was enjoying the show. Rogue looked at her and sent her a telepathic message. Um hello! Earth to Emma! Would you back me up here?
Emma pouted. She loved the drama. "What she says is true. About everything. And by the way, all of the questioning shows a large amount of distrust. I didn't know that's how the notorious X-Men functioned."
Jean had about as much as she could handle from the blonde woman. "Of course we trust her! It's Mystique we don't trust!" She looked towards Rogue. "We would never distrust you. You're family."
Rogue's heart cringed a bit. She always had a sense of it, but no one had ever actually said it out loud. And yet she still couldn't confide in them about her powers.
Until this point, Wolverine had been silently observing from the corner. He knew Rogue would never put any of them in danger. He pushed himself off of the wall. "Stripes, I'm in. Where we headed to?"
"Siberia."
The gruff man raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly my dream vacation spot, but I'll be there. When do we leave?"
Rogue lifted the corner of her mouth. She knew she could always count on him to have her back.
Emma intervened. "Tomorrow morning. The sooner we arrive, the better."
Kitty unexpectedly jumped up. "I'm going. Oh my gosh, I need to shop for layering. Lots and lots of layering." She quickly left the room to start packing.
Rogue made a mental note to ask Kitty what that was about. She had known Kitty for years, and they both had one thing in common. They hated the cold.
Emma addressed the remainder team members. "Iceman is on a side mission, and Cannonball is still ill. Anyone else?"
Remy stood. He had nothing better to do. "Remy will go."
Kara abruptly stood as well. "If he goes, so do I."
Rogue wanted to punch her. She really REALLY wanted to punch her.
Warren was the next to speak. "Count me in as well."
Emma looked towards Scott and Jean. Scott shifted under her stare. "We can't, we have to leave to meet Jeans parents to discuss the wedding."
Emma almost snorted. "I'm glad to see you have your priorities straight." She turned on her heels and exited the room, leaving the couple feeling rather guilty.
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Rogue went to the kitchen. She was starved and pissed, which was a lethal combination. She opened the fridge and observed the contents inside, and was rather disappointed.
"I looked already. There is nothing good."
Rogue jumped. She turned around to see Warren smiling at her. "Warren! You scared me!" She placed her hand on her chest for a dramatic effect.
He couldn't help but smile. She was so cute. Well she was more than cute. Many residents of the mansion would say she was drop dead gorgeous. "Sorry about that. But you're not going to find anything of nutritional value in there."
She smirked at his comment. "Well, what do you suggest we do?"
"Well I did say I would take you out to lunch today."
She had completely forgotten about that. "Oh sure. Do I have to dress up? Or can I go like this?"
"What you have on is just fine. We aren't going that far anyway."
She raised her eyebrow. "We're not?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
He grabbed her hand, and led her outside.
All of the sudden, he lifted her bridal style, and flew them both onto the roof. There on the rooftop was a little blanket laid out with two wine glasses and a basket.
She was surprised at the layout.
He liked that look on her face. "I figured no one would bother us up here."
After she was full, she laid on her back, stretching like a lioness after the hunt and the feed.
Warren cleared his throat. "So Rogue. Where exactly do we stand?"
Rogue shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I really like you. And I think you like me. At least I hope so. I would really like us to be exclusive."
Rogue didn't know what she wanted. On one hand, she still had strong feelings for a certain ruby-eyed man. She couldn't help it. He was her first love, even though they never had an actual relationship. On the other hand, she had this great, charming, attractive man who wanted to be with her. She had to be realistic. Even if she wanted something more with Remy, she couldn't just waltz right up to him and ask. He not only was taken, but also seemed to be pissed at her. The right choice was obvious. "I like you Warren. A lot actually. I've never done this before, you know, the whole relationship thing. But I guess it can't hurt to try it out."
Warren looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "I am so glad you said that. It would have been really awkward to fly you down off of the roof if you said no."
Rogue laughed. Of course she knew she could fly down on her own, but he didn't. She allowed him to glide her back down to the ground, and gently released her. He lowered his lips to hers and gave her a tender peck on her mouth. He reluctantly released his hold.
"I have to pack my things. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"
She nodded her head. She felt guilty. Why did she think of Remy when he kissed her?
Remy had gone down to the kitchen to get some space. Kara had been on him like white on rice, ever since the double date disaster. He couldn't wait to break it off. His father promised him the deal was almost done.
He grabbed some ingredients out of the fridge, when he happened to look up and see a very unwelcomed sight.
There was Rogue out on the grounds kissing Warren. A heat within him started to rise, and a new feeling emerged that he wasn't accustomed to. He was jealous. Just the sight made him want to toss a card in the winged man's direction, and blow him to pieces.
He saw Warren fly off, and Rogue started to head back inside with a goofy grin on her face. He should be the one to make her grin like that.
She walked inside, and looked shocked when she noticed him. "Were you watching me?"
Remy smirked. "Believe me, it was a pathetic sight I did not wish to see. The man can't even kiss you properly."
Rogue knew she shouldn't take the bait. She should be the bigger person, and just turn the other direction. But he was definitely fishing, and she wanted to see what for. "What the hell does that mean?"
He took a step closer to her, and she took a step back. "Well, I know for a fact, that if you kissed Gambit, you would never want it to end."
He took another step forward, and she of course took another step back.
"Is that so swamp rat? You really think you're something, don't you?"
He took another step towards her, and she found herself backed against the wall. He leaned in to her ear, and she could feel his warm breathe on her neck. It sent chills down her sides, and brought forth that warm heat between her legs.
He grinned to himself, knowing the effect he was having on her. He traced his finger down her side, and rested it on her hip. "I know much MUCH more than you could ever imagine, and one day you will be underneath me, screaming my name and experiencing the greatest pleasure of your life."
She closed her eyes, and began to breath heavily. She quickly opened them coming to her senses. She was in a brand spankin' new relationship, and they were wide open in the kitchen. She abruptly pushed him away from her. "Dream on Cajun"
He smiled that sexy, seductive smile. "You say that, but I'm an empath, remember?"
She huffed at him, and made her way to her room. She needed a cold shower. Now.
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The next morning, Rogue was on the jet with her other teammates headed for their chilly destination.
Warren was seated next to her, as well as Kitty. Kitty had been overly chipper that morning. She even brought donuts and orange juice for everyone. She still had to find out what that was all about.
Right across from her sat Remy and Kara. Kara seemed focused on ignoring her, and Remy couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her.
Well wasn't this fun. She hated being looked at by him. Every time she looked into his eyes, she melted. She felt frustrated. Was it possible for a virgin to be sexually frustrated? She was starting to think so.
Wolverine was stationed up front.
Emma had the jet on autopilot, and seemed amused by the whole situation. She could sense the tension in the air.
Some time later, Emma spoke up to break the awkward silence.
"We have almost reached Mystique's coordinates. We will arrive in about five minutes. Everyone suit up."
They layered their clothing, and exited the jet when it landed.
They walked outside, and were greeted by the harsh cold winds.
Rogue looked around her and saw…nothing. There was literally nothing in all directions.
Kara raised her voice over the sound of the freezing wind. "Great job Rogue. We came to find the abominable snow man apparently, because nobody in their damn mind would live out here."
Rogue ignored her, and addressed Emma. "Mystique said it was underground."
She looked in Kitty's direction. "Kitty? Would you do the honors?"
Kitty gave a mock solute. "I'm on it."
The petite woman quickly disappeared within the earth. The others stood there for what seemed an eternity. Wolverine became impatient. "If she doesn't come back up in the next five seconds, I'm gonna slash my way down there."
Luckily, Kitty chose that moment to pop back up on the surface with a worried expression on her face. "Oh my gosh, you guys have to see this"
Kitty quickly phased the others down into a very large underground building. The walls were made of a steel like material, and there was scientific equipment everywhere, most of it broken.
Kitty spoke up. "It was pitch black down here. I hade to wire the lighting system"
Emma walked around; trying to find notes, proof, just something to give them any hints or indications of the mad man's plans. She quickly became frustrated when her efforts became pointless.
Rogue looked up ahead, and noticed a door. As she was about to turn the handle, Wolverine grabbed her arm. "You might want me to go first kid. The smell behind that door is horrible."
Rogue knew she could handle anything, but Logan was trying to look out for her, so she let him.
As they entered, the smell hit her like a ton of bricks. They walked into a large area, lined with cells. She looked in the nearest one, and saw a girl that couldn't have been older then twelve. The smell of death was all around her frail form; her eyes rolled back and glazed over.
She was going to be sick. She couldn't help but think of how Ms. Marvel looked when she had absorbed the life out of her.
She swayed slightly, but she soon felt a pair of strong arms around her shoulders. She half expected it to be Warren, but was surprised when her jade eyes met a pair of crimson ones.
"It's ok Chère. I've got you." She couldn't help but lean against him. He was familiar and comfortable. He held her face in his chest, and she could hear his heart beat.
She was so thankful that he was there for her. She needed that. She straightened herself up. "I'm ok. Thanks Remy."
He didn't make jokes. The situation at hand was too fucked up at the current moment.
She looked over and saw Kara giving her a death glare.
She could care less.
They heard movement at the far end of the room. The team rushed down to the last cell, and saw something they were not expecting to see.
The cell held a large man, huddled in a corner. He was slouched over, but he was alive. Logan immediately slashed through the bars.
Kitty ran up ahead, and surprised everyone even more when she burst into tears. "PIOTR!" She quickly ran in and held the man to her. "I knew something was wrong when you didn't call. I knew I would find you!"
The man slowly lifted his head to meet her face. "Am I dead? I prayed so long, so so long…." The much larger man embraced Kitty and began to sob in her chest. The others had many questions, but they did not want to interfere with the tender moment.
It didn't take Rogue long to figure it out. She recognized the man known as Colossus right away. Gambit used to "work" with him. This was the guy Kitty was seeing.
Rogue gently rested her hand on Kitty's shoulder. "You should get him to the jet sugar. He needs to get warm and get some food in his belly. Angel will help lift him."
Warren immediately helped the larger man up, and all three were gone in moments.
Rogue looked over at Remy. He looked enraged.
He was mad. The man known as Colossus was a good person. The most decent out of most of the men he had met. The idea of him caught and caged up like an animal made him livid.
Rogue noticed another set of doors up ahead. She wasn't looking forward to finding out what was behind them.
She reluctantly approached them and turned the handle.
What was behind the doors shocked them all. They were in some kind of HUGE warehouse, and there were capsules lining the walls.
Emma walked in, and noticed a trash can in the far corner full of paper. She quickly dumped out the contents, and began searching for something, anything. She was surprised when she found a name. The name was listed on some type of funding list.
It held the name of William Stuart. Who worked for Trask. Who was funding Sinister for some reason…Jackpot. She finally found something of use.
She waived the paper in the air. "I found something!" But the other's seemed too entranced with their surroundings. She walked over to meet the rest.
Rogue was still gazing at the hundreds of capsules. "I guess this is where he cloned. And then killed. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?"
Gambit commented, "You took the words right out of my mouth."
They continued to walk. Emma heard something. "Do you hear that humming sound?"
Wolverine spoke up. "I've heard it the whole time we've been down in this shit hole. I thought it was the generator for the lights."
Emma paused, trying to hear better. "No, it's coming from one of these things."
She quickly went through the many rows of capsules, before she came to an abrupt stop before one. It had a faint glow to it, and was generating noise, almost like the sound of a fish aquarium.
Rogue quickly followed her, and saw a very quick change in Emma.
Emma looked up in the capsule; a look of pure shock on her face. She quickly fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands. She began to sob uncontrollably.
Rogue rushed over to see what was wrong. She looked into the capsule, and felt sick.
The capsule held a man. He looked like he was sleeping. He still had the mask on for oxygen and was encased in a rich, light blue fluid. He had beautiful blonde hair.
Rogue recognized him immediately from the time she read Emma's mind.
The man was Christian. Emma's brother.
To be continued...
