Hello everyone! Thank you for taking time to read my little story (well not that little, it's like 130 pages) and I really hoped you all enjoy it!
A thousand thanks to my wonderful reviewers: halloweenbaby, xxkittyxxkattxx, blackrose5242 (and don't worry blackrose, OxL will develop further) RogueNya, AcediaAG, rogue-scholar07, sailormoon846212, me, Hellfirefanatic and demonlrd66 (who has some amazing stories herself)
Bobby took a moment to look at the mess around him. The girls were unrelenting and fierce in their attacks, the guys were reluctant and unwilling to retaliate, and as a result, getting their butts kicked. He'd never seen the girls fight like this...it was all hate, they weren't holding anything back, and they simply were not themselves.
"Bobby! Take Amara!" Scott's shout brought Bobby back to the chaos around him and he sent a stream of ice at the blazing girl. The air was already clouding with thick smoke, trees burning from the lava that flowed around them. Storm was high above them, sending rain down to quell the flames as the Professor stayed near the jet, telepathically struggling for the girls freedom.
Bobby glanced around, noting how his friends were doing. Scott was evenly matched with a furious Jubilee, their plasmic blasts colliding together. Roberto and Sam were falling prey to Jean, being tossed about like rag dolls. Tabby was tossing bombs at the porting Kurt, trees crashing down around them. Rahne was attacking Ray, biting at his exposed flesh. Kitty phased herself up out of the ground behind Scott and Bobby watched in horror as she calmly phased her hand through his head. Scott fell to his knees, clutching his head as it throbbed from the invasion of Kitty's fingers. Magneto shredded his jet and twisted the metal into long strips. The strips snaked forward and wrapped itself around each of the girls, binding them tightly, but not for long. Magneto marched to the dors of the asylum and ripped them off, sending them flying.
"Xavier, these girls are your problem. My daughter is my only concern," Magneto said coolly before walking into the dark halls of the asylum.
Kitty simply phased herself through the metal as Amara melted hers and then Jubilee's. Jean telepathically forced the metal off of her as Kitty phased Tabitha and Rahne from their shackles. She then tackled Sam and sank him into the ground as Roberto was blown backwards by a bomb the size of a grapefruit produced by Tabitha. Jean was now facing off with Storm, the two circling around each other in the sky, lightening cracking in the clouds. Sam suddenly surged from the Earth, shooting high up into the air. He positioned his body and collided violently with Jean.
A sudden blast of heat scorched Bobby's back and melted the ice he had encased himself in. He fell to the ground, but was sure that it was only first degree burns. He turned and tackled Amara, thickening his ice skin so he could stand the heat that was coursing from her body. The two rolled into the lake and Bobby immediately set about freezing the water, chilling it as Amara countered him, trying to bring it to boil. Bobby was the stronger of the two and a thin sheet of ice began covering the surface.
Bobby hesitated and stopped as Amara began shivering violently, her normally bronze skin tinted with blue. Bobby swam through the slushy water and grabbed her, pulling her close to him, the cold feeling natural to him.
"Amara! I'm so sorry," he muttered, trying to block out the sounds of the battle around him. Rahne's snarls pierced his heart and the cries of his friends, both possessed and not possessed, shook him bad. This wasn't suppose to happen, he wasn't suppose to hurt the girls. None of them were suppose to hurt the girls. They were meant to protect them, keep them safe and save them, not make it worse.
Bobby swam to the shore, pulling Amara's limp body with him. He staggered back onto the solid ground, trying to dodge the battle around him. Jubilee and Ray were facing off with one another as Kitty fell into hand to hand combat with Scott. He was much bigger and stronger then her, but pinning down a person you couldn't touch was tough.
"Kurt!" Bobby cried out as he sank to his knees, too weak to make it to the jet to deposit Amara's body. Bobby watched as Kurt landed a kick to Tabitha's back, the blonde falling forward. Bobby called for Kurt once more and the blue mutant looked up and was at Bobby's side in a moment.
"Bobby, is she alright?" Kurt demanded as he placed a hand on Amara's wet and cold forehead.
"I went too damn far!" Bobby cursed, surprised to feel tears stream down his face. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically and even though he knew it was nesscary to fight Amara, he still felt as though he betrayed her. She's my friend, and look what I've done!"
"Bobby, calm down," Kurt said, picking up the girls shivering body. "She'll be fine."
Amara whimpered and licked her lips.
"So cold, so cold," she chattered through her teeth, her body convulsing slightly.
"You'll be fine, Mara. I'm sorry," Bobby said as he clutched her hand, momentarily forgetting that he should be with his other friends, helping them fight against the girls. But Amara was in this state because of him, of what he did.
"Bobby, I'm going to melt your game system when we get home," she attempted to snarl but wheezed as the cold air invaded her tight and icy lungs.
Kurt and Bobby sighed in relief, and chuckled weakly. Amara was herself again, no longer was she under Animusereptur's control. Bobby turned his head and searched for the Professor, finding him tucked into the shadows. Their eyes met and the Professor gave him a small smile before sliding his eyes shut, focusing on freeing the other girls like he had freed Amara.
"I'm going to take her to the jet," Kurt said. Bobby nodded as he turned his attention back to the fight that surrounded him.
"Well, one down and five to go," he muttered as Tabitha pelted Roberto with bombs, the Brazilian trying to dodge the damage around him.
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Remy entered the asylum immediately after the girls had attacked, knowing that the other guys could handle what was going on out there. He had to find Rogue, nothing else mattered to him now. The world could burn for all he cared, as long as Rogue was okay.
The halls were dark, but that didn't other Remy. His demon eyes were highly sensitive and he could see the layout of the halls around him. He also had Mystique and Logan with him, the two of them also with heightened senses.
"Logan?" Remy questioned in a whisper, his bo staff at the ready. He felt a calm contradicting the fury and anxiety he felt. Half of him felt like he always did right before he pulled off a heist, cool and collected. The other half of him was sick with worry and boiling with anger.
"The girls scents are all over this place Gumbo, including Rogue's," Logan answered from beside him, sniffing deeply. The air around him was filled with the scent of tears, sweat, blood and desperation. Logan could identify all the emotions the girls had been feeling while they were here. The disgust, the guilt, the pain.
"So you have no idea what direction we should be going in?" Mystique scoffed from behind them. "I can't believe that I trust my children to you people."
Remy glared at the pair, knowing that they could see him as well. "Could you please just try and keep quiet?" He hissed sharply.
"No, but that's why we're splitting up. Place is too big and we need to find Animusereptur fast before the fight outside gets worse. Mystique, take the stairs to you right and search the top floor, Remy go up and search the floor above this one. If you find him, beat the shit out of him," Logan said as Mystique and Remy nodded their response and turned to the staircase.
They climbed quietly, both moving agile grace. Remy had a nimbleness that was uncommon for a man of his strong build, but years of being a thief made him quick and light on his feet. They came to a landing with a door and Remy nodded to Mystique before slipping through the door and into a dark hallway. He crouched down in the dark, straining his ears and his eyes to notice something, to give some clue or notion that Rogue was somewhere here.
Remy felt frustration build deep within him, making him clench his hand into a tight fist. He wanted to scream Rogue's name at the top of his lungs, kinetically charge the whole damn place so it would blow. The three days when Rogue had been gone had been the worst in Remy's entire life. He'd heard her voice in the dead of night, sobbing to him, begging him to help her. He saw her in his tortured dreams, bloody and lifeless.
He had been raised in the Thieves Guild, taught that there was no room for any emotion other then greed and duty to your elders. In the Guild, you were on your own. You took care of yourself. And when Remy had been banished from the Guild and forced out of New Orleans, all he had left was himself. No family, no real friends, nothing to help him through, and Remy was alright with that. He didn't think he needed anyone else. But then she came along. With her cold attitude, her witty comebacks, her shapely body and her beautiful soul. And suddenly, Remy's life felt empty when she wasn't with him. He knew that if he could only have Rogue, that he'd have everything in the world.
Remy walked quietly down the hall, peeking into rooms. He stopped suddenly, his back stiffening as he charged his bo staff. He had felt, rather then heard, the person behind him and he braced himself as he slowly turned.
Remy gazed at the person in front of him, his bo staff falling to the floor. A naked figure stood before him, bathed in the moonlight that was pouring in through a broken window. She looked like an angel, something so perfect that it didn't even belong in this ugly world that surrounded them.
"Miss me Swamp Rat?" the question fell from Rogue's plump lips with a teasing tone.
Remy slowly took her in, from the tips of her toes to the way her hair fell into her eyes. She looked unharmed, healthy, and safe. Her exquisite porcelain skin was glowing gently and Remy took in her body without any hesitation. Rogue naked was an image only the very lucky would be privileged to see.
Remy opened his mouth to say something, to say anything, but a sob choked him and he grabbed Rogue, pulling her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her perfect body as he thanked the god that Remy wasn't quite sure existed for Rogue's safety.
"Remy," Rogue said softly, lacing her arms around his waist. "I can touch."
Those three words, those three small words, made Remy's heart burst.
"How?" he whispered, trailing his fingers down Rogue's back. Indeed, she could touch. Their skin brushed together, her forehead nestled into the crook of his neck, brushing against the stubble of three days without shaving.
"Does it matter how? It just matters that I can," Rogue murmured in a breathy tone. She raised her head and met Remy's eyes for the first time. "Kiss me."
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Kitty was screaming at the top of her lungs, crying and sobbing, but no one could hear her. Her body remained the same, still fighting. She needed it to stop, for it all to stop. Her friends, the people she felt were her family, were fighting one another. Her body was alien to her, not hers anymore. She felt the pain of every hit, the amount of force that she hit back with, but she couldn't stop. This wasn't at all like when she had been under Mesmero's control. Her mind was a total blank for the entire time. It was as though she had been asleep for a long while then suddenly woke up in the middle of a circus with her foot seriously hurting (1).
But now she was a part of the fight, watching it through her own eyes, feeling it just as she would feel any other fight. She was doing stuff with her phasing that Kitty knew she had the ability to do, but would have never dared to use for fear of killing someone. But yet she was doing it to her friends, phasing her hands into their bodies and bruising their internal organs as they yelled in utter pain.
Jean and Storm were high above her, fighting an aerial battle. Tabitha had succeeded in taking out Roberto and had now joined forces with Jubilee to bring down Sam and Bobby as Kurt tousled with Rahne. Blood dripped from her muzzle and Kitty's mind cringed with pain.
Ray and Scott circled Kitty slowly, watching her every move, both were weary of attacking her, reluctant of hurting her.
"Come on Kitty, we know you don't want to do this!" Scott said taking a tentative step towards her.
'Well no duh!' Kitty thought bitterly as she pulled one of Logan's moves on him. Her foot collided with the side of his neck and Scott fell to his knees, coughing painfully.
'Bad bad body! Listen to me god damn it!' Kitty thought desperately as Ray charged his hands, a pained expression on his face.
"Sorry Kitty," he mumbled before letting out a stream of electricity to her. Kitty phased herself, letting the current pass through her and into a tree. Sparks of fire erupted from it and Bobby tore his attention away from Jubilee long enough to put out the raging inferno.
Kitty lunged herself at Ray, catching his legs. She phased the two down, far into the ground. She let go of Ray, swimming through the dirt until she broke the surface.
'I just buried Ray alive!' Kitty thought frantically, trying to force her body to go back down and get him.
Scott rushed to where she stood and began blasting at the ground, trying to get to his friend before his air ran out. Kitty swiped his feet out from under him and he came down hard. The two wrestled on the ground for a few moments, Scott trying to subdue her.
"Kurt!" Scott cried, knowing that he was wasting time fighting Kitty. Ray was suffocating and he needed to get to him. "Take Kitty away!"
Kitty phased herself from Scott's grip and felt strong familiar arms wrap around her body. Her mind relaxed instantly, knowing who was holding her tightly. The familiar sensation of teleportation filled her and a moment later she was standing on the roof of the asylum, looking down at the fight.
"Katzchen," she heard Kurt sigh softly as he tentatively released her.
Kitty turned to face him. His fur was singed and his uniform torn. A gaping wound on his arm suggested that Rahne had tore his flesh with her canine jaws. His gold eyes were filled desperation, desperation to have her back.
Kitty wanted to warn him, tell him to get away from her. Already she could feel her body moving on it's own, her right hand resting on his chest. She saw his golden eyes spark happily, obviously thinking that she was coming back to herself. Kitty's mind sobbed as she phased her hand through his flesh, knowing exactly where his heart lay. His eyes widened as her hand found the muscle and closed around it.
Kitty felt her world crash down around her, knowing that she was about to take the life of the man she loved. His heart pulsed against her hand, trying to force blood to his viens.
"Katzchen," Kurt mumbled weakly, trying to ignore the painful seizing of his heart, knowing his was defenseless. If he tried to port away, he'd leave his heart in Kitty's hand and if he moved even an inch, then Kitty would rip out his heart. "It's alright, I promised you it would be alright, and it will be."
He stared into her dirty, expressionless face, happy to know that that would be the last thing he would see before he died. Already he felt consciousness slipping away from him, his body shutting down as his heart began falling into forced cardiac arrest. She blinked hard as Kurt's heart pounded fiercely, fighting against her restriction on him.
Kitty heard his words and felt a barrier break within her. Tears welled in her eyes and she loosened her hold on his heart. Her mind fought with her body, refusing to kill him. Her body was her own, she would not be a tool for anyone to use, and she just needed control for a little while.
"Kurt, I'm sorry I have to do this," she said, watching his golden eyes go from relieved to confused. She fought with Animusereptur in her mind, pushing him away from cotrolling her.
Kitty stepped away from Kurt, the man she wanted to be with forever and a night. He was what made her world beautiful and bright, made the dawn break into her darkest nights. She'd give anything to be able to stay with him, but she could feel her control slipping, her body becoming a puppet once more.
She stepped backwards towards the edge of the roof, hoping that the six story fall would be enough to end it all. She needed the fall to kill her before she killed Kurt.
"Liebes! Nien!" Kurt cried out as Kitty smiled softly at him before letting herself fall backwards.
She tried to say one last thing before it was too late, tried to tell Kurt the one thing she had been holding herself back from. But the words caught in her throat as she fell through the air. It would all be over now, she wouldn't have to fight anymore, or deal with the pain of what Animusereptur had done and she wouldn't be a threat to her friends either. The decision was simple, her life or Kurt's? As Kitty tumbled to the ground, she knew she had made the right choice and her only regret was that she didn't tell Kurt how much she loved him.
And there you go! So what does everyone think? Review please! Confused about the Remy and Rogue scene? It will all be explained ;) Oh and by the way, I'm officially calling this my bipolar story, I was rereading it and realized how it went from all happy and lighthearted to dark and sad.
Author's Notes:
1. I don't know if anyone remembers the episode where Jean, Evan, Kurt and Kitty get possessed, but this is a reference to that. Remember when Kitty phases up out of the ground in front of Logan and then kicks him? I always thought that that would seriously hurt her foot!