I think we should all just agree not to talk about road trip humor anymore… Jamie promises not to write past three in the morning again! And the last chapter was intentionally awkward because I had to make room for either ending.
On that note-
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"5 Epically action-packed, crazy-filled, brain-washing, MRD-killing, Romy-filled, explosions of crazy." - 20
Decision made. Buckle you seatbelts dearies, 'cause it's about to get AWESOME.
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Logan's growl echoed eerily off of the walls as he fell into an animal crouch. There were too many people on the other side of the door for him to take by himself, it was like there was an army outside. Definitely to many for them to be Weapon X.
He sniffed the air.
The metallic smell of artillery and distinctly abrasive scent of gunpowder were the first things that made themselves apparent.
The heartbeats of the seven at his back remained steady. Brave. Prepared.
Unconsciously, he placed himself in front of Rogue and Gambit. Not that he didn't trust Gumbo to protect her, as it was becoming more and more obvious that she was the only thing he was really giving a damn about right now, but he knew that Rogue wasn't in any condition to be able to protect herself should he fall.
Which was pretty likely. There were a lot of people on the other side of that door.
The hole in the wall that used to be a door filled with bodies and the X-men sprang into attack positions. Remy tightened his grip on Rogue but didn't budge an inch.
"Don't!" A voice boomed. The voice belonged to none other than Bolivar Trask, looking very out of place among the field of muscled agents. "If you damage the girl, then we have nothing to work with." He admonished the troops before turning towards the X-men. "I am terribly sorry, but we haven't much time to waste, so- The girl comes with us willingly, or we'll take her."
Rogue was still coughing up blood clots in Remy's arms, so the only response she could make to this was a raised finger.
Logan was pretty damn proud of her.
"Poetic." Trask commented. "Just as well." He waved his hand and the men at his back were poised to attack. "Take out the X-men first. Kill them if necessary."
"Wait!" Rogue looked around in a panic, the bravado of a moment ago quickly fading.
Remy's hands created a vice-like grip on her shoulders, but not for the reason everyone assumed. She was singling out her emotions among the mass that were available, flicking through the psyches in her head. The personality that took her place was a replica of one already in the room.
Her eyes were squeezed closed tightly.
"X-men." Remy called out in a voice the radiated cool control. "Stand down."
"What?" Wolverine turned to him, growling ferociously.
Remy swept his eyes over every hero in the room before locking eyes with Cyclops'. "Stand. Down." His eyes flicked to the ground for a moment.
Rogue groaned with pain, pressing the heels of her palms against her closed lids.
The MRD surrounding them waited patiently, poised for an attack, but generally unwilling. They had already seen what these X-men could do, and if one among their ranks wanted a peaceful solution, they were more than happy to wait a few more moments.
His meaning started to dawn on Scott. He eased himself to the ground and nodded for the other X-men to do the same.
"Y' okay to move cherie?" He mumbled into her ear.
"Just point me at the bad guys." She smirked, eyes still sealed shut.
"Just lean inta me, cherie." Remy moved his hands from her shoulders to her elbows and eased her into a standing position. The MRD tensed immediately, but continued to delay an action. "I'll do the rest."
"There are just so many ways I could respond to that." She quipped suggestively, letting Remy guide her.
"Mon dieu, woman," Remy was momentarily stunned. "Y'r mind's almost as dirty as mine."
"Yeah, well…" Rogue chuckled, feeling more than knowing that he was turning her to face the MRD.
"Enough of this banter! Are you going to come with us willingly or not?" Trask demanded.
She felt Remy nod behind her.
"Hmmm…" She pretended to consider the question. "Define 'willingly'." She said before she opened her eyes.
Bright red beams of heated, painful, destruction laced through the air directly in front of her. Remy ducked fluidly when she turned around and whipped out his bo staff, knocking away scraps of concrete and weapons that came flying her way as the very foundation of the building started to diminish under her glare.
The deep screams of men being slammed into the wreckage nearly drown out the sound of the carnage itself.
"Close y' eyes, cherie!" Remy had to yell to be heard.
"A- Ah can't!" She braced her feet against the ground so that she could herself up against the force of the energy pouring out of her eyes.
"Scooter!" Remy turned to the figure of Cyclops, who was hugging the ground like it was the only thing that could save him. "I need y' glasses!"
Cyclops readily tossed his pair of civilian glasses at Gambit, having expected something like this to happen. Remy caught them deftly and placed the ruby shades of Rogue's eyes.
She clutched them to her face, breathing heavily and half collapsing into Remy's chest.
"Did it work?" She asked shakily.
Gambit scanned the bodies.
"Y' could say that."
She laughed airily and leaned her head back into his shoulder, still panting heavily.
"I can't believe that just happened!" Bobby was still crouched on the ground with his hands covering the back of his neck, eyes wider than saucers.
"Get up, you big baby." Kitty sniffed, standing on her slightly shaky legs and walking over to help up Bobby.
"That was risky, Gumbo." Wolverine growled, standing. "You could have gotten her killed."
"Logan." Rogue's voice held warning.
Logan softened for her. "Fine, I'll kill him later, then."
She laughed again.
"I don' see how this is funny." Remy snipped from above her.
"You said the same thing in my mind when Deadpool ran me through." Rogue cocked her head to the side.
"Speaking of Deadpool…" Kitty looked around. "Where did he go?"
"He hightailed it after Logan stabbed him in the -." Rogue suddenly cut off, clutching her neck.
"Cherie?"
"Ah swear tah Jesus, if someone shoots meh with anothah dart Ah'm gonna…" Her voice trailed away as she fell into unconsciousness in Remy's arms.
Remy's eyes blazed with a fury that was almost equal to the static fuchsia radiating off the deck of cards in his hand.
"Never send an Army to do a scientist's job." Trask shook his head sadly.
Remy cocked back his arm.
"Ah-ah-ah." Trask tutted. "We wouldn't our little poison victim to be distressed by confrontation."
As if on cue, Rogue started to convulse with pain in Remy's hands and desperation stabbed at his heart.
Logan moved forward to kill the man, Storm's fingers were filled with lightning, Scott's hand flew to the side of his visor, Kurt's eyes scanned for the best place to attack from, Bobby iced over and Kitty started to phase a pathway through the cement, aiming for his throat.
"I wouldn't if I were you." He warned them. "I'm the only one that can make it stop."
"Stop it!" Remy screamed, trying to sooth the fading girl in his hands.
"I can stop it." Trask said diplomatically . "If you hand her over to me, I can make it go away."
"Or?" Remy glared at him.
"Or she dies." Trask shrugged. "There are other mutants out there to find. It would be inconvenient to say the least to loose such a perfect test subject, but a loss we are willing to take."
Everyone in the room hesitated.
They had gotten her back, but how many times was that going to work?
Rogue started coughing up blood again and the decision was made.
"I'll be back f'r her." Remy snarled, handing Rogue over to one of the few agents still standing.
"I certainly hope so." Trask smirked evilly. "I really do."
Trask and the last few agents turned to leave. "Stun 'em." He ordered one of the burlier men.
The world pinpointed into a blur of gun shots and hatred as each X-men (and a LeBeau) was shot down.
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You know what gets really old really fast.
Well, a lot of things, but right now the top ones on Rogue's list were-
-Being shot with darts/ poisoned. (And just 'Being shot.')
-Being kidnapped. (In general)
-Being used. (Also, in general)
-Being pulled out of Remy's arms.
-Being unconscious.
-And waking up in a different place than where she was shot and poisoned, falling unconscious, followed by being kidnapped and dragged out of Remy's arms so that the MRD could use her.
Rogue clenched her fists and pulled at the restraints around her wrists. The room she had woken up in was a stark contrast to the last two she had. The walls were a sterile white, equally intimidating and annoying. The smell of medical supplies stung her nostrils and fueled her anger. Someone had thought to swap out her clothing for something more uniform and everything- jewelry, hair ties, braclets- that she had been wearing was gone.
"She's awake." Someone called and the room was suddenly filled with activity, attaching sensors to every exposed path of skin they could find, stabbing her with needles, drawing blood as well as injecting her with foreign substances, and checking her basic reflexes and capabilities.
On the other side of the building where Rogue was struggling, two men watched a security camera feed of the room.
"Are you sure the process is going to work?" The taller, more intimidating of the two asked.
"We have attempted it before with other mutants," The thinner, significantly less terrifying one answered. "But her unique abilities to absorb the energy it would take to completely wipe her memories and destroy her free will should yield different results."
"Is that all?"
"Yes and no." The thinner one shifted uncomfortably. "It also means that she would be able to recover from the procedure with in a matter of minutes. We have had to requisition one of the chips that Weapon X had been employing to control their subjects to remain in constant control of her."
"Is there any way to shut down the chip?"
"It would require an obscene amount of energy, not only to produce enough of a charge to shut down the chip but to get around her mutation as well. It would be almost impossible."
"I'll take it." The taller man said greedily, so close to an ultimate power he could almost taste it.
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What? Yes. I have a reason for my madness! (Deadpool shall be back! Don't loose faith in Wade just yet!)