BAHAHAH! HAAAAAA! Jamie feels evil today… Here's a little note to keep you going- Do you remember that little thing I foreshadowed at the beginning of the story? Yeah, just that little, itty bitty thing that I opened the story with…

Tomorrow would be day number four, wouldn't it?…

BAHAHAHA! Ta-ta now!

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Deadpool's eyes were hidden by the red and black mask, but Rogue could almost feel the fact that he wasn't following his own will. Of all the minds in her mind, Logan knew best that Wade Wilson was generally a nice guy, but his moral compass just didn't always point to 'sane'.

…And he thought it was just oodles of fun killing people, but Rogue wasn't going to hold that against him. She knew a lot of people like that.

Anger. Hate. Humor. Angst. Joy. Ambivalence. All emotions that weren't hers crashed around inside as she fully opened the link she had with the minds stuck in hers.

Steal the sword! One of the ninjas crowed.

I don't want to kill him! Rogue protested.

You can't kill him. Logan replied bluntly.

Oh… well, that's okay then. Rogue kicked Deadpool where his shoulder connected to his chest as he took another step closer to her and simultaneously disarmed him of one blade.

Sliding back into a defensive position, Rogue held the blade expertly. The two men standing behind Deadpool seemed to be stunned, but Deadpool himself reacted almost immediately by drawing a gun.

I got it! Pietro took over and suddenly Rogue was behind Deadpool.

Rogue quickly stabbed the hand that was holding the gun and then slashed at the other (thousand) guns that were strapped to his person.

"Where are my lackeys!" Sinister roared.

As if one cue, Archangel entered.

"Oh good." Sinister calmed.

My goodness, Eric laughed. Is that metal constructing his wings?

Do whatever you need to do! Rogue was preoccupied with defending herself against Deadpool who only had one sword now, but still seemed to be dominating the fight.

I'm going to need a hand. He said literally.

Quickly! Rogue cast out her hand in Archangel's direction after tacking Deadpool to the wall.

Archangel surged forward in an attack, but his wings were suddenly contorted at awkward angles and bends. Rogue groaned in pain as all the powers she was using started taxing her mind.

Now I remember why I ignore you guys most of the time. She growled internally, holding her head with the hand that wasn't trashing her former friend's wings. Her knees struck the ground as all of the voices in her head started to overwhelm her.

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Remy vaulted himself up to the roof and took off at a sprint.

He had already informed the X-men of the security they would have to avoid and thankfully they hadn't asked any questions on how he knew. Wolverine was in a frenzy and no one was going to argue with a hairy, angry, short, Canadian man. They had all taken different sides and Remy's orders had been to stay put. Well, Remy LeBeau wasn't an X-man and thus did not take orders from them.

"Merde!" Remy collapsed on the rooftop momentarily as a assault of feelings that were not his own crashed down on his mind suddenly, painfully crushing out anything that he was trying to concentrate on. Rogue's emotions were going crazy. He'd only felt her like this once, and that was the first time they had met and she had let her powers use her.

Something had gone wrong.

He let a delightfully colored sentence escape his lips as he dragged himself into an upright position.

Like hell he was going to let that girl die because she had tried to save his ass.

"I might have to kill de belle myself after this is over." He muttered a complete lie and followed the chain of emotions to the owner. Through a conveniently placed sky light he watched her stab Deadpool's (or what could be called Deadpool's) shoulder into a wall before turning to a brainwashed Warren Worthington III and crumpling his wings with magnetism like they were aluminum cans.

"Time t' go." He decided seeing Rogue put her hand up to her head and collapse to her knees.

He charged the window and dropped down to the ground.

"Ah," A voice that sent shivers down his spine broke through the chaos just to taunt him. "My pawn is here. I need you to recapture the girl for me." Remy turned deftly to Nathaniel Essex who was smirking at him, his red eyes that sometimes reminded Remy of himself gleamed with menacing power.

"Yeah. Sure." Remy said sarcastically before reaching out and charging Sinister's suit.

The tall, scary as all hell, bald man that had been standing next to him laughed as Sinister gallantly disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Where de hell di' he go? Remy looked around frantically.

A scream tore him out of his thoughts. Rogue had completely collapsed to the ground. She was cradling her head in her hands, weeping into black shirt that she had stolen from him.

"Cherie!" He knelt down next to her and forced her to look into his eyes with his gloved hands over hers.

"Remy?" Her eyes vaguely registered his existence.

"Oh, Wade." A sing-song voice called. "I believe your job was to get me the girl."

Remy was violently kicked to the side as Deadpool yanked the katana out of his shoulder. The back of his head connected sharply with the metal walls.

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Deadpool could not believe his luck. Hot girl was slung over his shoulder, he was pretty sure he just got to kick Gambit in the face and he could hear the other X-men moving about the building frantically. Also, bonus points to Gambit- Sinister was MIA.

Sure, his shoulder hurt a little bit from where he had gotten stabbed into a wall, and he was a little distraught that some of his guns had to die to get him here, but hey, you win some you lose some. (Unless you name is frikkin Wolverine, who seems to win goddamn everything)

But seriously, where did this get bad?

Wait… Why is the floor glowing pink?

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"Shouldn't have trusted Gumbo." Wolverine muttered under his breath as he charged forward, Shadowcat close at his heels.

"Where did he go?" She asked, panting from the effort of keeping up with Wolverine, even with phasing.

Wolverine sniffed the air again, catching the smell of a certain Cajun on the sir. "This way." He growled, taking off again and barely waiting for Kitty to follow.

They came across a locked door. The crying of a familiar voice pierced the air.

"Get me in there!" He roared, turning on Kitty.

To terrified to offer any logic for the situation, Kitty complied.

"Why is the floor glowing pink?" She asked on the other side.

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Pain blurred his vision and what he was sure was blood leaked down the back of his neck.

In his last moments of consciousness he saw Deadpool lift the incoherent figure that was Rogue over his shoulder and start to walk away.

Remy reached out weakly and put his hand flat on the floor. The sterile white tiles started to glow a deep magenta. The bright illumination spread across the floor to Deadpool, the man in the white coat, and even under his own body. Rogue would be fine from her place on top of Deadpool's shoulder.

"What's going on?" The man in the lab coat looked at the ground in a panic.

"This." Remy said bluntly before falling unconscious.

BOOM.