Hey everyone! Hope you're all enjoying the story because I really enjoy writing it! This chapter has a little bit of R&R&R (Remy, Revenge and Rogue!)

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Remy gazed at the goddess in his arms, trying to feel good about holding her. Rogue's body was perfect, molding into his as though it was what it was made to do. He ducked his head down to meet her lips, never breaking eye contact with her. He watched her eyes drift shut slowly and brushed his lips against her plump ones. Remy felt the light touch and his eyes narrowed in fury.

Remy grabbed her by the throat and backed her violently into the wall, not caring that his firm grip would leave deep bruises. He gathered her slim wrists into his free hand, squeezing them tightly as he forced her to look at him.

"I may have passed out after Rogue kissed me that first time, but I know exactly what her lips feel like, I know that when we kissed it felt like the world stood still. I've dreamt about it every night ever since!" He hissed into her face, anger welling deep within him. "If you think I'm going to fall for a shitty knock off of the real thing, then you don't understand what it feels like to love a person, to feel like everything will be alright when they're next to you."

From the moment he had taken Rogue into his arms, it felt wrong. The body may have been right, an exact replica, but the feeling was off, like his heart was still searching for Rogue. It had reminded Remy of how he felt when he would spend the night with women ever since he had met Rogue. Empty, unsated and yearning for the only woman who ever made Remy feel like he was home. One look into Rogue's eyes, and Remy was home.

Remy stared at the woman he had pinned up against the wall, looking into Rogue's face, wanting only to have Rogue looking back at him.

"So tell me Mystique, are you more screwed up then I thought or is this Animusereptur's trick?" He demanded.

Mystique didn't answer, instead fighting against his hold viciously.

Remy growled in frustration, not caring to waste time when he needed to find Rogue. He released her hands and backed up, dodging her well placed kicks. He drew back his fist and struck her hard across the head, sending Mystique sprawling onto the floor, unconscious. Remy usually tried to avoid fighting women, but he was frustrated with the trick and wanted to dispose of her quickly and be on his way. He watched in disgust as Rogue's figure melted back into Mystique's.

"That was for being a shitty mother, you miserable bitch," He said as he stepped over her body and picked his bo staff from off the ground before heading back down the hallway.

He didn't take the care to be quiet as he continued his search for Rogue, kicking open any locked doors, just to find the rooms empty.

Remy came to the end of the hallway and paused in front of the staircase, trying to decide which way to go. He needed to find her, to hold her to him, he needed that more then he needed to breathe. He growled in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall, breaking the plaster.

"ROGUE!" Remy roared at the top of his lungs, knowing that if Rogue heard him and knew he was searching for her, then she would give him a sign, a direction of where to go. He felt someone breaching into his mind and Remy allowed the contact, not caring that he could possibly be opening himself up to the enemy.

"I've found Rogue, a floor above you and in the farthest room down the hallway, hurry Remy!" the Professor's telepathic voice urged him.

Remy bounded up the steps and through the door to the third floor. That sick freak was with Rogue, doing God knows what to her. Remy felt a small surge of hope as he thought of Rogue's inability to touch, the only thing that was keeping her safe.

He sprinted down the hallway, charging a playing card. He threw it at the only closed door in the empty hallway. The force with which the door was blown off shook the entire building and Remy was sure Logan would be on his way too. He ran through the now gaping hole in the wall and fell into a fighting stance, ready to finally rip the man responsible for all this torment to shreds. However, as Remy's keen eyes surveyed the room, e was sorely unprepared for what greeted him.

Rogue lay naked and unmoving on a bed in the dirty room, her body illuminated by the moonlight. Her body was mutilated, long cuts and gashes spilled her blood, the red a violent contrast to the white of her skin. Animusereptur sat on the bed, stroking her hair from her face, blessedly he was still clothed. It was the nightmare that had haunted Remy ever since Rogue had been taken, and now it was a memory that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Remy screamed, a sound that was ripped from his breaking heart. Rogue, his Chere, was lifeless and bleeding, seemingly dead to the world. His body acted on instinct and fury, lunging at Animusereptur. The two fell onto the floor in a frantic heap, Remy savage and bloodthirsty.

"Come now," Animusereptur grunted out as Remy struck him. "You don't think I wouldn't keep such a gorgeous girl all to myself? We could take turns."

Remy was beyond words as his rage robbed him of his ability to do anything else but punch.

"I figured sending Mystique after you wouldn't work," Animusereptur wheezed as he struggled, trying to subdue Remy by using the Jackal's powers. Remy felt the pain as his skin sliced open but relished in the feeling, drawing on it as he continued his assault. "You obviously want the real thing, want her body just as much as I do."

Though Animusereptur was using his mutations, Remy had no use for his. Instead, he wanted to feel his bare hands do the damage. No matter how many times he hit the sick bastard, it still wasn't enough. Remy wanted to see more blood, hear more grunts of pain, feel his hands rob Animusereptur of his life.

Remy knew it was an unfair fight, that when he had found Animusereptur, the pervert was already in a weakened state. He had holed himself up in the asylum to avoid the fight, exerting his energy in telepathically controlling the other girls. Remy didn't care that it was unfair fight, didn't care that being part of the X-Men meant avoiding killing as much as possible. He didn't go for the illusion of self-righteousness, of having a moral code that was written in stone. He knew what he was capable of, that he was no better then the enemies fought. He had the opportunity to make this man pay for what he had done and Remy planned on taking that opportunity.

His hands closed around Animusereptur's throat, tightening his hold as his victim gasped for breath. Remy wanted to draw out the death, make him feel every nuance of pain that he had caused the girls. He wanted to cut away at Animusereptur, rip out his heart and make him look at it with his dying eyes. But Remy needed to know that was Rogue was alright.

Remy tore his eyes away from the face of the man he hated, and back at Rogue's prone figure, watching for the rise and fall of her perfect chest. When he saw the rhythmic breathing, his heart swelled with utter and sweet relief. He could have cried from the joy that gripped him. He took a moment to look at every cut and bruise of the last three days.

Remy had never seen Rogue, his warrior angel, look so broken and vulnerable. The joy was replaced again with avenging fury. That man responsible for putting Rogue in that state was at Remy's mercy and he planned on making him suffer to his last breath.

His hands tightened around Animusereptur's throat, restricting his air. Remy had never felt this all consuming anger before. It gripped him and filled him completely. Remy was helpless to fight for control, but he found that he didn't want to. He enjoyed this vile hate, this need to kill.

He watched Animusereptur gasp for breath and felt his fingers digging into the skin on his neck. He took a moment to fell what Animusereptur was feeling, to feel the fear and horror of his dying moments. His grey eyes slid shut as his face turned from a red to a sickly purple.

"Look at me!" Remy snarled, pouring every ounce of venom he felt into his words. "I want you to watch me kill you!"

Animusereptur's eyes shot open and Remy gasped in shock. Staring back at him weren't the cold and baleful one's of the girls kidnapper, instead they were familiar and pleading green eyes.

"Remy," Rogue's voice passed from Animusereptur's lips in a strangled whisper.

Remy's heart shattered as understanding struck him hard. He had been too late, far too late to save Rogue. He knew now that she had been taken from him and was being held as a physchological prisoner in a psycho's mind.

"Rogue," Remy's blood ran cold as he released his hold on Animusereptur's body. His body convulsed as it gasped for air.

"It hurts, it hurts so damn much," Rogue's voice cried out, sounding torn and frantic.

"Chere, hold on! You're stronger then him, we'll get you back," Remy promised, watching as Animusereptur stumbled to his feet.

"Can't kill me, can you?" Rogue's voice was now gone, and the familiar cold voice was back. "All that strength, all that power you possess, and you can do nothing to me."

Remy had lost the raging homicidal need to kill, instead he now felt empty and hollow. He just needed Rogue back, that's all.

"Give her back, let her go," He whispered, gazing at her torn body.

"I know her better then you do now, I know the hate she feels," Animusereptur cooed coolly. "Her distrust in everybody, including you. The angel you think is Rogue, is an illusion. If you knew the real girl, you'd be just as disgusted with her as I am."

Remy listened quietly, hearing the words that claimed that Rogue was as dark as he was. He smiled gently. Yes, he knew all that about Rogue. He knew her dark side, her anger. Did that make her less of an angel? Or more of a human? It just made her Rogue, who she was.

"You see Remy, the more corrupt the soul is, the more easy it is to destroy it, to make it truly evil. It took only hours, hours, to destroy the souls of all the other girls I've taken. How long do you suppose Rogue can last?" Animusereptur continued, obviously trying to provoke Remy.

"You may have her soul, but I know her heart," Remy began quietly, his words firm and steady. He caught movement behind Animusereptur and smirked bitterly. "You will fail."

Animusereptur opened his mouth to say something else but the words came out as a gurgled moan as Logan swung his balled fist at the side of his head.

"Damn bastard talks too much," Logan sighed as he stepped into the waning moonlight, Mystique slung over his shoulder.

"Did she try and seduce you too?" Remy asked as he spotted his tench coat balled up in a corner, covered in blood that he was sure was Rogue's. He took it from the floor and shook it for a moment before turning back to the bed that Rogue was laid upon.

"Seduce? More like try and rip to shreds," Logan replied as he threw Animusereptur over his other shoulder.

Remy's gut clenched as he laid his trench coat across Rogue, tucking it around her like a blanket. He eased her body gently into his arms and turned to Logan with pain in his eyes.

"He has her," Remy cringed as he admitted the impossible.

Logan stared at the ashen and devoid face of the young girl he loved like a daughter. He searched for the right words, the things to say that would comfort both him and Remy, but failed to find any. Instead, he turned away from the soul shattering sight of a man in love holding his broken lover and said the only thing he could force out of his throat.

"Let's go home."

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Kurt watched in horror as Kitty dropped from the roof, intent on killing herself before she could rip out his heart.

"Katzchen!" He screamed, porting blindly to save her from a bone crushing death. A moment later and he was falling as well, his hand closing around the arm of his precious Kitty. He ported again, bringing them both to the ground safely.

He watched with furious eyes as Kitty gasped for breath underneath him. He wanted to hold her, kiss her and scream at her for doing something so unbelievably stupid. As Kitty regained her composure, he swept her wrists into his hands, pinning them at either side of her head. He knew that she was too disoriented to phase at the moment and he intended to use this time to try and bring her back to herself, and also yell at her.

"How could you do that?!" He demanded fiercely, the image of her trying to commit suicide flashing through his mind. "Do you have any idea what that would have done to me?"

His world would have ended. He'd become broken beyond repair forever.

"And do you," Kitty gasped out, returning her own glare. "Have any idea what it would have done to me if I had ripped out your heart?"

"Trying to kill yourself did rip out my heart Katzchen!" Kurt hissed, bringing his face closer to hers as he hovered above her. Something important had just happened, Kurt was sure he was missing a big detail. But he was too impassioned about Kitty's attempted death to pay much mind to it.

"My hand," Kitty rasped, flexing her right hand, the hand that threatened his heart, which was pinned by Kurt's left one. "Is covered in your blood. I'd rather die a thousand deaths then feel your life slipping through my fingers!"

Kurt stared at the girl below him. Her face was dirty; blood, tears and dirt staining the beautiful skin. Her chest rose in furious pants. And her eyes. They were a celestial blue, pained and emotion filled. She looked like Kitty again, albeit a dirty and a slightly deranged Kitty, but still Kitty. His Katzchen had come back to him, no longer under possession.

"Liebes!" Kurt cried as he peppered her face with urgent kisses, her skin tasting coppery from the blood and salty from the tears. He sat up suddenly, pulling her up with him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, crying into her shoulder. "Danken Sie Gott, mein Engel ist zurückgegangen zu mir! (1)"

He felt her arms cling loosely to him, her strength drained. She was sobbing herself, though what she was saying was getting cuaght in her throat, choked by tears.

"Katzchen, shh. It's alright now, you're okay, and that's all that matters," Kurt cooed into her hair. He opened his eyes and turned his eyes heavenward, praying silently. The night sky was fading and the first light of the sun was slowly breaching the eastern sky. Around him the fight was over, Jean and Scott in a similar position as Kitty and Kurt were. Storm was helping an injured Tabitha and Ray held an unconscious wolf in his arms. Sam was trying to pry Bobby off of Jubilee, yelling that she needed to breathe sometime soon.

"No Kurt! It's not alright, it's not!" Kitty finally coughed out.

Kurt pulled away from her slightly, resting his forehead against hers and looking in her eyes. "Liebes, what did he do to you?"

Kitty eyes became suddenly panicked and pained as memories rushed through her. She pushed them back and shook her head. "That doesn't matter right now. Kurt, I'm so sorry! It's Rogue! He-"

Kitty broke down once more, her fingers clutching at his fur. Kurt felt a sudden ache tear at his newly jovial heart. "Is she alive Liebchen? Tell me she's alive!"

Kitty nodded. "Alive... but not living."

"Was? Liebes, bitte, you're not making sense," Kurt said gently, his tail holding her waist while the tip massaged her lower back. He saw Kitty's eyes flicker from his and widen in horror as she stared at something beyond Kurt's shoulder. He turned his head and saw Logan emerging from the asylum, two people thrown over his shoulder. One he knew he was Mystique by the blue skin and shock of red hair. The other was a man, the man that was responsible for all that had happened. Kitty let out a harsh whimper and Kurt tightened his hold on her. Magneto came after Logan, his daughter unconscious in his arms. Remy followed him through where the doors had once been, his casual strut was now a slow procession. A bundle was held gently in his arms and Kurt began a battle of denial. His sister, one of the strongest and fiercest girls he knew, couldn't be gone.

He stood and helped Kitty to her feet before gently lifting her into his arms, her arms slung around his neck and she rested her head against his shoulder.

"Her soul," Kitty whispered. "That monster has it."

He looked down into Kitty's tear filled eyes and pressed a kiss onto her forehead.

"We'll get her back Liebling, we'll get her back," He promised as he followed Logan to the jet that they had borrowed from Magneto.

The rest of the team filed on after them. The atmosphere was quiet and heavy. A mix of joy, relief, and pain filled them all. Kurt selected a seat near the back of the jet and sat, keeping Kitty on his lap. He watched as Remy did the same thing a row ahead of him.

"Are you in pain Katzchen?" He whispered. He felt her stir and watched as she shifted her eyes away from the image of Remy and Rogue. He had her back, and Kurt clung to that knowledge. Having Kitty with him now was the only thing that could break the pain of knowing that his sister was still lost to them.

"I just want to go home Fuzzy," she sighed as she looked past Remy and Rogue and out the windshield of the jet. "I never thought a sunrise could look so terrible."

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Remy heard the world continue around him, the others finding their seats quietly. He knew that they were relieved that the others girls were alright and concerned about Rogue, but he also knew whatever pain that what they felt was like a match to a forest fire compared to how he felt.

Remy tore his gaze away from Rogue's empty and haunting face and out the windshield. He watched without seeing the breaking of dawn as he felt the breaking of his heart.

And there it is! So what did you all think? What did everyone think of the scene between Animusereptur (really wish I would have chosen a shorter name) and Remy? I wanted to capture the rage he felt and how he was different from the other X-Men, I hoped I was able to convey that at least a little, it really is such a big part of his character.

Author's Notes:

1. Thank god, my angel has come back to me.

Hope you liked it and let me know what you thought :)