I actually started to write this a couple of chapters ago so that there were power inhibitors… but then I realized that dat don' make nooo sense. So we're just going to pretend this universe has no power inhibitors. Si? Si!
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A steady stream of colorful words spewed out of the Wolverine's mouth as he worked the weapon stuck through his chest out of the wood of the wall behind him. The darkest thoughts a human was capable of thinking wound their way through his mind.
His home had been invaded.
His family had been hurt.
His 'kid' had been stolen.
And as far as he could see, all roads lead back to Remy LeBeau.
"Motherfuuuuccc-." He gritted out as the harpoon twisted with his grip and finally became dislodged from the wall.
He hit the ground growling, pausing only a second to let the worst of the damage heal up before he ran over to the lay out of unconscious bodies on the floor.
Very slowly Piotr, Ororo, Jubilee, and Warren roused themselves.
"What happened?" Jubilee rubbed at the bruise on her forehead.
"Oww…" Warren groaned, flexing his wings uncomfortably.
Piotr looked down at his hands, clenching his fists. "I am remembering a woman with green hair, and am feeling that I owe something."
Ororo looked around with wide eyes that landed on the blood covered harpoon on the floor. "Logan! Where's Remy?" She demanded. "What happened here?"
"They took him." Logan snarled. "They held a knife up to Rogue's throat and he surrendered."
"Who?" She hissed, eyes turning white.
"I-" Logan started to snap as response, but cut himself off when he noticed something odd. His breath fogged out in front of him as the room plunged in temperature. "The hell?" He turned to see a thick layer of ice cover the wall.
Bobby Drake shattered the door of the room he had been locked in, discarding the sling that was keeping his arm still as he stepped out into the hall. His eyes were cold fire. He walked solidly into the kitchen where the majority of the X-men were nursing headaches with a stiff body.
They all looked up at him, dumbfounded.
"Where. Is. Rogue?" He asked coldly with a steely determination in his eyes.
"We don't know." Wolverine growled. "Her and Gambit were kidnapped."
The temperature dipped several more degrees and Bobby's fists frosted over.
"Wait." Storm breathed, looking up suddenly. "I have an idea!" She scrambled into a standing position, holding her head as she sprinted down the hall, closely followed by the confused masses. "Remy LeBeau," She muttered under her breath as she logged in to her computer. "If you could do what I told you for once in your life, god dammit, let it be now."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little device that she was almost positive Remy had never thought was going to be any use to him, especially save his life.
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There was probably some saying somewhere that one should never make deals with a man who kidnaps and hold you hostage.
Rogue had never heard that saying.
To be fair, Remy had never heard the one about not accepting offers from random men who knew your name that don't seem surprised to find you writhing in pain in the gutter of the back alleys of New Orleans.
She looked around with wide eyes.
The voices.
Don't listen! Logan warned. It's a con!
Her lips parted as she whimpered again, expressing the deep want that settled in on her chest, making it harder or her to breathe than the crushed ribs did. Freedom to touch and freedom from the voices.
Her vision blurred with pleasure at just the thought. She closed her eyes to savor the moment. Touch. Freedom. Silence.
Remy's elbow grazed her rib, forcing a pained intake of breath to hiss between her teeth and drawing her out of her fantasy world and back into harsh reality. Breaking her away from her daydreams and delusions and into a world of darkness and truth.
It hurt a little bit more than it should have.
"Don't listen t' any word he says or promise he makes!" He had rumbled earlier with the gritty sort of grudge that one only gets from dealing with a particular brand of bastard for too long.
Her eyes opened.
"What am I supposed to say to that?" She growled.
"Yes." Sinister smirked. "The intention here was or you to say 'yes'."
The body shielding her grew tenser. The rigid formation of his shoulders looked as if it would shatter if tested. A growl rose up in his throat.
"Don't touch her." Remy warned. The red of his eyes was almost luminescent, piercing through the darkness of the cold metal room with a great deal more intensity than the other pair of red eyes in the room had ever felt.
His mind was working at a million miles a second, trying to come up with some plausible scheme. He had a plan. But… this plan had a hole in it the size of New Jersey. Assuming everything went according to plan, and leaving a little breathing room for his possible (likely) death, Rogue would still be left alone in the middle of east-Jesus-nowhere. Couldn't have that, now could he?
And despite all indicators to the contrary, Remy LeBeau still had one trick up his sleeve.
One problem was, he couldn't reach it all the way in his front pocket.
"Or what, Gambit?" Sinister sneered.
"Or," Remy picked his way around the building amount of threats in his head. His lips curled into a twisted smile. "Or I'll start from the left with Harpoon. I'll probably wanna savor watching the light fade from his eyes for a few seconds before I move on, slashing or charging my way through as many as them as I can get, which I'm just gonna go ahead and assume won't be the majority of them. Then, with your damn Marauders scattered and y' scary red eyes getting' wide with fear, I hope t' God I still have enough strength left in me t' watch you get blasted half way t' hell."
Rogue leaned herself into him sharply, obviously telling him to shut the hell up before he got them both killed.
He wasn't really in a listening mood right now.
Sinister's eyes sparked with annoyance.
"You think you're getting out of this, Gambit?"
"I don't think shit." Remy smirked. "I know."
"Really?" Sinister leant down closer to him. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
"Can't ruin the surprise, now can I?" Remy chuckled. "You'll know it when y' see it. Or, rather, when y' don't. 'Cause the first thing that's gonna go are those eyes of yours." Playing the game. Wind up the Sinister. Make him think you have more than the clothes on your back and the blood in your veins. Make him think you know something he doesn't.
And it was working.
Sinister lashed out, his hand ended at Remy's throat and Remy's head made contact with the wall. Rogue lashed out, only to be restrained.
Something clattered out of his pocket.
Something very small that at the time Remy was given it, he was positive that it would never help him in any way, especially not to save his life.
"You think you can challenge me, boy?" Sinister demanded. "I own you."
Remy grinned.
Faster than anyone could comprehend, he lashed out with his boot, stomping down hard on the little 'x' that had fallen out of his pocket, opening up the communicator.
"Location locked." A mechanical female voice rang out hollowly.
Remy couldn't help but laugh, the smile not even being wiped off his face when he was thrown to the ground and Sinister crushed the little 'x' under the heel of his boot.
The laughs weren't expelled from Remy's throat, even when Harpoon's boot made repetitive contact with his ribs a few times.
He didn't stop smirking, even when blood spat out of his mouth.
"Stop it!" Rogue screamed. Desperation tugged her to sustain the pain.
"Somethin' didn' go accordin' t' plan?" He inquired upwards, accent thick for the moment because all of the pain made it hard to move his mouth coherently.
Hot damn, he felt like a bastard.
Sinister paced for a moment, mind twisting and turning darkly, changing strategy. Breeding new plans. He couldn't kill Gambit, he was to valuable. Things had gotten done at nearly a quarter of the speed he would have liked since he had lost him. But there had to be a way to control him…
His red eyes glimmered.
"Blockbuster," He called on the stupid one, "Fetch me the latest experiment." He commanded.
Blockbuster nodded, throwing the Rogue he was holding to the ground and then scrambled his large frame out of the room.
Remy's eyes narrowed of their own accord as he subtly moved closer to Rogue.
"Shit," Rogue breathed wetly. Air wheezed in and out of her mouth. "Punctured lung." She gasped out, coughing.
"Merde." Remy snarled, adding another reason why he was going to maim all of them to the already large list.
Rogue looked up at him with those big green eyes, a shield of pained tears glossed over them. Her teeth were clamped over her lower lip, stifling the sobs of pain he knew she must be feeling. Her chin was set defiantly forward.
It was at this exact second Remy started feeling awful for what he was about to do. He had already felt bad, but now he felt really, really awful. His chest hollowed out where there should have been emotion, leaving him cold and alone next to the girl he was about to break just to save her life.
With this abandonment came a sour discovery.
No, he wasn't the same as the men looming over him.
He was worse.
He let go of his hold on her emotions. He didn't want to subdue them, he needed to push them out of control. He needed a spark o anger. An iota of hurt.
"Chere…" He said softly, snagging her attention.
"Hmm?" She struggled to keep a steady stream of air into her lungs.
"I-" He hesitated. Only for a second. "I got somethin' to tell you."
She looked at him with curiosity. What could be so important to come up now?
Remy squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to see her face.
"The truth."
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Good Golly Jeepers! What's going on? What's Sinister's experiment?
Heh… heheheheheh… heh. Anybody know what Remy's plan is? (I was a little surprised no one guessed it last chapter. It was sortof like 'PREHAPS I AM MORE DEVIOUS THAN I FIRST SUSPECTED!')
My fingers are sad typing this up. This story is coming to an end soon. :C. BUT! Remember… it has to get worse before it gets better.
Heh… heheheheheh…
Next Chapter- Some wicked Kick-Assery.