Rogue was putting on her tight green t-shirt over her black long sleeved shirt to finish off her normal outfit when a shudder went through the mansion.
She stumbled back with the force of it and hit the ground sharply with her hands.
"What on Earth could that be?" She wondered out loud. It sounded like an explosion, but that was just ridiculous.
In her mind's eye she saw the papers with her name printed on them. The papers that knew everything about her. The papers that had even predicted her future.
Was an explosion so impossible?
The color drained from her face. They were here for her.
She tore out of the room, toppling into Scott and Kurt who were standing in the hallway. She didn't care what they were doing there; she just wanted them to be safe. She remembered thinking earlier that they would have protected her because she was their family, even if it was just protecting her from one jerk. That worked both ways. She would protect them because they were her family, even if it was against an entire army.
"Get out of here." Rogue commanded, scrambling to get to her feet. "Go find the little ones and evacuate them."
"Rouge-." Kurt began to protest, fully backed by Scott.
Rogue turned on them. "This wasn't a debatable point!" She snarled, calling upon the Logan imprinted in her mind to do the talking.
Remy could feel the unwillingness in the two men as they retreated down the hall way from his hiding spot. Though he hated them for leaving her, he also understood that even he would have had a hard time disobeying that order.
He watched with a grim line for lips as Rogue took off towards the explosion. Damn, damn, damn. Stubborn femme was going to get herself killed.
He forced himself to stay put.
She had screwed with the plan and now he had to work around it.
Remy found it amazing that even when she didn't know he was there, she still went out of her way to make sure he didn't get what he wanted. And right now he wanted her safe.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
He snorted with fury. Yes there had been an explosion. Most normal women would travel the opposite direction of the blast. But not Rogue… God forbid Rogue did anything that had her own self-preservation in thought.
He cursed silently in French and followed her.
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There was no hesitation in Logan's movements. One moment he was standing beside Forge, the next he was on the ground level.
The feral noise that had been rumbling in his throat broke loose when he saw Deadpool standing stoically in the midst of the rubble.
The hell? Deapool never did anything stoically. 'Stoic' was one of the many words that Deadpool didn't comprehend. Along with sane, discreet, and appropriate.
"Hey, Logan! Long time no battle to the death!" Deadpool left out his normal wave of the hand and lanky posture. He looked completely at attention.
"Wade, what are you doing here?" Logan hadn't noticed that the adamantium blades had already protruded out of his fists.
Deadpool's body spamsed slightly and he drew a katana smoothly from where it was tucked away on his back. "That's actually a really funny story." Deadpool laughed as he struck out with a jerky motion.
Logan avoided the blow deftly, but chose not to respond to it just yet. Why was he being so sloppy? Wade was a lot better than this, why was he holding back?
"Alright, I got a joke," Wade chuckled, as if oblivious to his body's motion. "What do you get when you cross Mr. Sinister, Weapon X, and the MRD?"
Logan felt his blood run cold at the same time as the sound of metal clashing rang out in the air. He grunted lightly and then pushed Deadpool off of him with a well aimed kick.
Not good. Mr. Sinister collected and Manipulated Mutant's powers, Weapon X was the program that he and Deadpool had once been a part of that had changed them, they had given Logan the adamantium bones, and they had given Wade his healing ability, and the MRD… well, the MRD was the MRD…
At any rate, not really the greatest thing that could happen to the world.
"I give up." Logan growled.
"I thought they should have called it the Sinister Weapon MRD," Deadpool continued, not flourishing his blunt landing with a pirouette like he usually did. "But apparently 'that wouldn't have gone over well in the public domain' or something, but nobody else had any better ideas, so they're just going as the 'Mutant Isolators' for now. Which I think is lame, but hey, when you've got a Sentinel with mutant powers on your side, whose gonna argue about your name?"
"What are you babbling about?" Logan growled and shifted to an attack.
"Which is why they want this guy, Rogue." Deadpool prattled along, Logan's question went unacknowledged. The edges of the blade in his hand glanced of Logan's claws. "Do you know how tiring it is running around, collecting mutant powers to manipulate and give to their Sentinels? Why do it themselves when they can get another mutant to do it for them?"
"Why?" Logan mopped some of his own blood out of his eyes, barely waiting for the cut to heal. He lashed out again. "Why are you telling me this… and attacking me at the same time?"
"Both kind of have the same answer." Deadpool's swords missed Logan's chest by millimeters. "You see they have this little chip, and it control your movements, makes you do anything they want you too." Deadpool ducked with a rough movement. "And since they have decided to start giving the sentinel's powers, which I think is ironic, they need to collect them first. Which, where again is where this guy comes in." He paused for a moment. "Also, there may or may not be a micro chip in my ass, would you mind checking?"
He paused for another moment.
"And, I'm not attacking you. I'm the distraction."
BOOM.