Authors Note: Here's chapter 4 people, I must say I'm surprised with how the story's coming along, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it!
The-writing-vampire- Okay so I can only answer 1 and ½ of those questions right now without giving the plot away. Fireblade is in fact the son of Pyro and his mother will be revealed in this chapter. Also this is not Fireblade's only appearance he plays a key role in the story, and has several more encounters with Rouge (if that helps any -sweat drops-) Also her name is 'Rouge' not 'Rogue' sorry for the confusion. Thanks for reviewing!
Courtney Summers- Thanks! I hope you enjoy this next chapter.
Chapter 4: A Bond Sealed by Blood
Pulling into the parking garage, Rouge killed the engine of her bike and slumped forward over the handle bars. Putting her face in her hands she let her mind wander as it pleased, shes was too tired to care. She sat there for a long time thinking about the orphanage, and the memories she had of the place before her so called 'foster mother', Angelina had taken them to her own home. She remembered the sound of kids running up and down the halls and the gentle laughs and comforts of the caretakers. It had been her one safe haven after waking up from the incident. She could still remember that moment clear as day.
A sharp pain shot through the girls side causing her to cry out in pain. Suddenly she could feel gentle hands running over her face and neck trying to comfort her, but to no avail. Her eyes shot open and she stopped suddenly she was looking into the eyes of a young woman with blue eyes and draped in a light cotton dress.
"Dear are you alright?" The woman asked, her voice light and soft. The girl could only nod her head. Sitting up she reach down and ran her fingers over where the pain had been, it was gone. Looking up into the woman's eyes a sudden thought hit her that sent the girl into instant panic.
"Who are you?" she shouted and pushed herself away from the woman. Her eyes filling up with tears as the girl wrapped her arms around her knees she questioned, "who am I?" The woman laid a gentle hand on the girls shoulder and sat down on the clean white bed next to her.
"My name is Angelina," The woman said a sad smile caressing her lips "and your name is Rouge." the girl looked up startled not knowing what to say or do. The woman continued "You were caught in a terrible accident and lost most of your memories, you and your sister." Angelina nodded her head in the direction of another girl sleeping soundly on the bed. Angelina ran her fingers through her own blonde locks "You should sleep I will explain it all in time to you." Rouge could only nod as she lay back down and closed her eyes, letting the darkness numb the confusion of her innocent four year old mind.
Rouge jumped suddenly, she had dosed off on her bike. Shaking the sleep from her head, she dismounted her bike and pulled the key from the ignition. Stuffing it in her pocket she raced up the stairs towards her apartment. Walking onto the flat surface of the third floor of the building, Rouge made her way over to a door numbered 333 and shoved her key into the lock. Twisting it she carefully pushed the door open praying to high heaven Elle was asleep. Though her attempts proved futile as she caught sight of her sister standing in the doorway, a look of pure menace on her face.
"Rouge." She stated warningly as she picked her way over towards her sister.
Rouge lifted an eyebrow and calmly replied "Yes?" before withdrawing the money and throwing it over at her sister, "Your loans repaid, along with interest."
Elle stopped and looked at the money "So I'm taking it you won?" Rouge smirked and nodded before throwing herself down on the couch and peering up at her sister.
"You should have seen it Elle! The look on their faces when I slid into the lead was priceless!" Elle smacked Rouge over the head with the remote. "Oh I'm sure, and I bet they were just thrilled when you used your powers too." Rouge swallowed and looked at her sister with an innocent look.
"What are you talking about Elle?" Rouge asked playfully as if it was some kind of joke. Elle growled low in her throat before flipping on the T.V. To the local news channel.
"Oh I don't know maybe this." Rouge watched as a news bulletin ran across the screen.
Mutant activity's sited at local parking complex.
Rouge pushed herself up on her elbows as she watched the man she had kicked in the head banter on about how mutants had destroyed his bike.
'Their were two of them I tell ya!' The man shouted a wild look in his eyes. 'One of them could control fire and the other, she was like super woman with her agility and when she made that guys shirt blow up-"
The channel flicked off and Elle glared down at her sister. "That ring a bell." Rouge grinned sheepishly before rolling off of the couch and putting the coffee table between herself and her sister.
"Now Elle no need to get angry I can explain." Rouge held her hands up in front of her a small grin playing at her lips.
"Oh really? So the whole agreement of not using our powers in public no longer exists." Elle seemed bitter, but with careful prying Rouge could get her to lighten up, maybe.
"Elle! They attacked me first, besides I didn't use my powers until that cocky Australian.."
"Rouge! What do you mean cocky Australian? There was another mutant!" Elle's voice was coated in annoyance leaving Rouge cringing at the high pitched squeal in her sisters voice.
"Would you let me finish!" Rouge shot back throwing a pillow at her sister. Elle caught the pillow without even flinching and glared at her sister listening.
"Look Elle it was nothing, the guy on the T.V. Grabbed me and the Australian got the bright idea to use his powers to supposedly help me, though I am perfectly capable on my own, what is it with men.." Elle smacked her sister with the pillow.
"Would you just get to the point." Elle groaned, a headache beginning to form at the base of her neck.
"Okay, okay, the point is he helped me and I got loose. Then I helped him out of a situation by grabbing a guy and charging his shirt to knock him out. Then they teamed up on us so I caught them with my kinetic energy and threw them back, then we got the hell out of there." Rouge finished in one breath trying to assure her sister she hadn't done anything wrong. Elle still looked annoyed, then suddenly a thought crossed her mind.
"Who was this guy, and where did he go?" Elle questioned her face twisted in worry.
"He said his name was Fireblade, and he tried to follow me but I lost him on the freeway." Rouge suddenly stopped "He also tried to steal my glasses he wanted to see my eyes for some reason. Like he knew they were demonic." Rouge reach up and pulled off her glasses revealing red on black cat eyes covered in thick eyelashes with no makeup.
Elle smacked her forehead, "Look lets just forget this, it was probably nothing, I doubt anyone knows it was you, lets just get to bed it's late." Turning Elle started walking towards her room til a crash sounded outside the door leaving both girls looking at one another.
"Merde." they whispered simultaneously.
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Throwing himself back on the bed Fireblade glanced at the clock. 5:13 A.M. He groaned there was no way he was going to sleep anytime soon. Throwing his arms over his eyes he kept replaying the events of the evening in his head, trying to understand why that girl had left him so startled. He was so certain he had met her before. Somewhere long ago, it was so vague it was like a dream but it felt so real and familiar.
Suddenly a loud blaring echoed through out the room knocking him off of his bed."Oh Bloody.... Damn it!" He yelled throwing a flame at the alarm clock. The plastic burst into flame immediately shutting up the obnoxious buzzing noise. Jumping up from the floor he walked over towards the mirror. His reflection seemed to taught him with the scars that covered his torso. Shaking his head he pushed the haunted memories to the back of his mind. Grabbing his black T-shirt he slipped it over his head, and pulled his black leather trench coat on over it. Grabbing his duffel bag he threw it over his shoulder before marching out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him. Entering the lobby he threw the room key down on the counter along with a wad of money before striding out of the hotel leaving the hostess shocked by his abrupt manner.
Throwing his leg over his bike he revved it to life before speeding away towards the train station, hoping to catch the next train headed for home. He couldn't take the thought that one of the twins could be alive and he needed to leave before it drove him mad. His 'celebration from graduating' had turned sour, making him wish all the more he was home running danger room sessions with the X-men. Dialing on his cell phone he called his mothers phone. It rang several times before going strait to voice mail.
"Mom, I'm hitching a ride home by train." He slammed the phone shut and shoved it back into his pocket. He knew she wouldn't be happy with his decision, but he really didn't care and if worse came to worse he would hide behind his father, seeing as he was the one that let him go and said he would break the news to his mother. When it came to his mother, he wasn't ashamed to admit he was terrified of her, most men within a mile of her were. Well except for his father but he was border line psychotic anyway so it made no difference.
Pulling into the train station he grabbed a directory, looking for the next train that would get him to New York. Spotting it he threw the paper aside and entered the train yard unseen and loaded the one labeled KR554- East Bound. Kicking his bike's stand out he slip the door of the cargo trail shut and let himself fall into a deep slumber, that for once in years was peaceful.
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"Pyro!" Wanda's voice screeched causing John to jump suddenly. He'd been married to that woman for almost twenty years, but hell he didn't think he would ever get accustomed to her unearthly screech that could wake the dead.
"Yes, dear." Pyro replied innocently, as his wife rounded the corner. She hadn't changed much in appearance after the last twenty years, her black hair was now long and past her shoulders, and her dark teenage make up had changed to a slightly lighter version that had the smokey eyed affect. Her clothing was simple, a long red top set over low black jeans and black stiletto boots. John would have complimented on her beauty had the look of murder had not been plastered on her face.
"Would you care to explain why are son is in California right now hitching a ride back on a train?" Wanda growled the kitchen appliances beginning to glow a light blue. Pyro swallowed hard and grinned mischievously.
"He's almost 19 love, and wanted t' go street racing.." Pyro immediately regretted the words once they had left his mouth seeing as the appliances left their places on the cabinets and began to float around him.
"You stupid idiotic moron! You'd let our son just up and leave to go street racing!" Suddenly Pyro was being pegged with the appliances and could do nothing more than dive away from the flying
objects. Suddenly as the fridge flew towards him forced it back towards Wanda with a ball of flames.
"N-now now sheila there's n' need t' be angry!" Pyro tried to reassure her, but to no avail. The only thing that saved him was the bell, literally. The door bell rang just as Wanda was about to squish him beneath the washing machine (though he still wasn't quite sure how'd she'd gotten it in the kitchen.) Scampering away from his angry wife he dashed to the door and slung it open to find a slightly startled Remy and bemused looking Rogue.
"Sorry about the wait, the sheila's havin' slight emotional issues at th' moment." Suddenly a pot smashed into the back of John's head throwing him forward onto the ground revealing a pissed looking Wanda behind him. Rogue raised her eyebrows but Wanda just waved it off.
"You ready to go?" Wanda asked the couple before her. Rogue nodded her head slowly. Wanda sighed it had been ages since either of them had went anywhere and they were just now pulling themselves from their dark stupor after the incident over a decade ago, and the one time Wanda convinced them to go somewhere Pyro had to go screw up, that was just her luck wasn't it?
"Wait where's Aiden?" Rogue asked her eyebrows quirked at not seeing the little lunatic running around somewhere. Wanda growled as Pyro whimpered.
"A certain idiot," Wanda glared down at Pyro "Decided it would a good idea to let him go to California to go street racing as a graduation present."
Remy whistled and Rogue felt her jaw fall, how stupid could one person be? Wanda reading her expression pulled Rogue after her, leaving Remy to help up a fallen John.
"Thanks a lot Mate," Remy only nodded his head before looking at John as if he'd grown a second head when they heard a car rev behind them, an angry Wanda behind the wheel and a slightly confused Rogue sitting in the passenger seat.
"Well look's as' though you've really anger'd de fille." Remy said as he watched Wanda back out of the drive and speed off leaving both men standing there startled.
"How 'n th' world th' sheila get 'er 'ands on my keys?" Pyro looking slightly confused shook his head.
"Well' look's as though we're walking moi ami, best start now if we want t' make it dere by sunset." Pyro dumbly nodded his head as they made their way down the street, both having forgot about Rogue's car pulled up on the side walk keys sitting in the ignition.
Here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it, I think it went a little fast, plus I'm not good with accents so hehe sorry! I'm already on the next chapter so it should be up soon!
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