Wicked Game
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
8,325
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
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disclaimer. don't own the x-men, just playing...
note: thanks for the sweet comments *s* fb of any kind (no flames though...) is always welcome. This hasn't been beta read, so any mistakes you may find ...
I know this is a short chapter, but dontcha worry, there's more to come *s*
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No.
Not this.
No …
… not again …
Someone was playing games with him. Someone wanted to hurt Rogue, or wanted her dead, and he was the reason why. Logan ran down the hallway, pushing people out of his way, he didn’t care about anything except what had been hinted at in the letter he’d just read. …say good bye … He was consumed with rage, a numbness that enveloped all of his being because he feared for her safety, that something really bad had happened to her. Or was about to happen. Dealing with panic wasn’t something he was used to, but he felt it all now, raw and forceful and it was like being hurt for real and not able to heal the wounds afterwards. It made it hard to breathe; he had to know what had happened. His senses were scanning the place for her scent, and his own, but couldn’t detect either, just traces and present scents of other mutants.
Popping his claws just in case, he could hear and sense reactions from people he ran by. He also knew Storm followed him, and that she’d realized what the hidden meaning of the letter was.
The door to his place was open, being careful if there was someone waiting for him, he sneaked in the room, claws still out. He was prepared for anything but what he found in the bedroom.
No … No …
Rogue was gone.
She’s gone.
Logan could still sense her, that faint flowery scent of hers. It mingled with two others he vaguely recognized. Two other females had been there, and they’d taken Rogue. And as he desperately scanned the room for clues to where they might have taken her, he noticed something on the bed.
A folded note.
Ripping it open, he staggered. A white lock of hair, sprayed with blood, fell into his hand. No, not this. If they had tortured her, or killed her … The note was simple:
Follow the trail old friend, you know the way
Logan crumpled the note and dropped it on the floor. The piece of Rogue’s hair smelled of her blood, and that was what he’d feared. He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t breathe – they’d taken her away from him. Again. But why? And who?
“Logan?”
Ororo had finally caught up with him. He could sense her being concerned, and scared too.
“Logan, talk to me …”
“She’s gone.” Gone.
“Where? Who’s taken her?” Ororo said worriedly. He knew she was just about as worried as he was. Just about. She wasn’t going insane, she didn’t have to fight an internal savage beast.
“I don’t know, but there were two of them, women, and at least of them has to be a shape shifter …”
“Mystique”, she said and shook her head.
“Yes.” It had to have been that blue morphing bitch, and it meant she wasn’t in on this alone. She always worked for someone, and Logan knew who her master was.
“Logan, come look at this”, Ororo said all of a sudden, picking up something from the floor. She held out a hand to him.
“They shot her with animal tranquilizers”, he said like he was just stating a simple fact, too numb to fee anything, as he kept staring at the two small arrows in the palm of Ro’s hand. He knew all too well what kind of effect they had on animals, but on humans? Mutants? Rogue wasn’t big, and she was still in recovery … “They could’ve killed her with these …“, he continued quietly. No … not like this … she wasn’t dead …
“Listen, Logan”, he heard Ororo say, and gently touched his arm. “I don’t believe that, and I know you don’t. They want her alive and –“
He pushed her aside, numb with rage. “How do you know that? Last time someone took her, they meant to sacrifice her, to use her as a means to wipe every human being off the face of the earth. So, tell me, how the hell do you know that she’s not already dead? Or trapped in a machine like that again, for all I know”, he growled and slammed his fists against the wall. If he had captured her again … No. But Mystique was his protégé … so who was the other one? Who? His left hand went up to the neck and grabbed the silver chain with the ring attached to it. In the other he still held the strand of hair that had belonged to her. “I don’t even know where to begin to look for her …” He sounded helpless, and hated it. He hated being helpless, he’d had enough of that over the years not knowing anything about his past.
“Xavier will search for Rogue with Cerebro, Logan, and we will find her. Alive.”
“But the note said I should know where they’ve taken her”, he said tiredly. He’d failed to take care of Rogue. Again.
“And do you?” Ororo said, while eyeing him.
“I don’t think she’s at Liberty Island if that’s what you’re asking me … no …”
“No, Magneto wouldn’t want to repeat himself, I agree. So where else could he have taken her?”
“I –“
“Logan, Storm …”, Scott said, biting his lower lip, looking utterly serious, as he entered the room. “We found something … else … attached to the main entrance door.” He handed it to Logan.
It was a Polaroid picture.
“What is it?” Logan heard Ororo ask from somewhere. He stared at the picture. It couldn’t be for real. It was some sick joke.
“Logan, how bad is it? Logan, talk to us …”
He handed Ororo the Polaroid without looking at her, and left the room.
Ororo had to force herself to look at the picture. Someone, a carefully glove clad hand, was holding a seemingly unconscious Rogue erect by her hair. She’d been tied up and beaten, a trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth, and there was a knife pointing towards her throat. The image was horrible, because whoever had captured her, knew about her power, how it manifested itself, that unconscious it was still an active thing within her, but that there were ways to get around that ... Ororo heard herself inhale sharply as she noticed the two initials down at the bottom.
WS
Storm stared at Scott, and Jean and Kurt, who’d just entered the room as well. She opened her mouth to tell them when she heard the sounds of a motorcycle taking off in high speed.
note: thanks for the sweet comments *s* fb of any kind (no flames though...) is always welcome. This hasn't been beta read, so any mistakes you may find ...
I know this is a short chapter, but dontcha worry, there's more to come *s*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
No.
Not this.
No …
… not again …
Someone was playing games with him. Someone wanted to hurt Rogue, or wanted her dead, and he was the reason why. Logan ran down the hallway, pushing people out of his way, he didn’t care about anything except what had been hinted at in the letter he’d just read. …say good bye … He was consumed with rage, a numbness that enveloped all of his being because he feared for her safety, that something really bad had happened to her. Or was about to happen. Dealing with panic wasn’t something he was used to, but he felt it all now, raw and forceful and it was like being hurt for real and not able to heal the wounds afterwards. It made it hard to breathe; he had to know what had happened. His senses were scanning the place for her scent, and his own, but couldn’t detect either, just traces and present scents of other mutants.
Popping his claws just in case, he could hear and sense reactions from people he ran by. He also knew Storm followed him, and that she’d realized what the hidden meaning of the letter was.
The door to his place was open, being careful if there was someone waiting for him, he sneaked in the room, claws still out. He was prepared for anything but what he found in the bedroom.
No … No …
Rogue was gone.
She’s gone.
Logan could still sense her, that faint flowery scent of hers. It mingled with two others he vaguely recognized. Two other females had been there, and they’d taken Rogue. And as he desperately scanned the room for clues to where they might have taken her, he noticed something on the bed.
A folded note.
Ripping it open, he staggered. A white lock of hair, sprayed with blood, fell into his hand. No, not this. If they had tortured her, or killed her … The note was simple:
Follow the trail old friend, you know the way
Logan crumpled the note and dropped it on the floor. The piece of Rogue’s hair smelled of her blood, and that was what he’d feared. He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t breathe – they’d taken her away from him. Again. But why? And who?
“Logan?”
Ororo had finally caught up with him. He could sense her being concerned, and scared too.
“Logan, talk to me …”
“She’s gone.” Gone.
“Where? Who’s taken her?” Ororo said worriedly. He knew she was just about as worried as he was. Just about. She wasn’t going insane, she didn’t have to fight an internal savage beast.
“I don’t know, but there were two of them, women, and at least of them has to be a shape shifter …”
“Mystique”, she said and shook her head.
“Yes.” It had to have been that blue morphing bitch, and it meant she wasn’t in on this alone. She always worked for someone, and Logan knew who her master was.
“Logan, come look at this”, Ororo said all of a sudden, picking up something from the floor. She held out a hand to him.
“They shot her with animal tranquilizers”, he said like he was just stating a simple fact, too numb to fee anything, as he kept staring at the two small arrows in the palm of Ro’s hand. He knew all too well what kind of effect they had on animals, but on humans? Mutants? Rogue wasn’t big, and she was still in recovery … “They could’ve killed her with these …“, he continued quietly. No … not like this … she wasn’t dead …
“Listen, Logan”, he heard Ororo say, and gently touched his arm. “I don’t believe that, and I know you don’t. They want her alive and –“
He pushed her aside, numb with rage. “How do you know that? Last time someone took her, they meant to sacrifice her, to use her as a means to wipe every human being off the face of the earth. So, tell me, how the hell do you know that she’s not already dead? Or trapped in a machine like that again, for all I know”, he growled and slammed his fists against the wall. If he had captured her again … No. But Mystique was his protégé … so who was the other one? Who? His left hand went up to the neck and grabbed the silver chain with the ring attached to it.
“Xavier will search for Rogue with Cerebro, Logan, and we will find her. Alive.”
“But the note said I should know where they’ve taken her”, he said tiredly. He’d failed to take care of Rogue. Again.
“And do you?” Ororo said, while eyeing him.
“I don’t think she’s at Liberty Island if that’s what you’re asking me … no …”
“No, Magneto wouldn’t want to repeat himself, I agree. So where else could he have taken her?”
“I –“
“Logan, Storm …”, Scott said, biting his lower lip, looking utterly serious, as he entered the room. “We found something … else … attached to the main entrance door.” He handed it to Logan.
It was a Polaroid picture.
“What is it?” Logan heard Ororo ask from somewhere. He stared at the picture. It couldn’t be for real. It was some sick joke.
“Logan, how bad is it? Logan, talk to us …”
He handed Ororo the Polaroid without looking at her, and left the room.
Ororo had to force herself to look at the picture. Someone, a carefully glove clad hand, was holding a seemingly unconscious Rogue erect by her hair. She’d been tied up and beaten, a trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth, and there was a knife pointing towards her throat. The image was horrible, because whoever had captured her, knew about her power, how it manifested itself, that unconscious it was still an active thing within her, but that there were ways to get around that ... Ororo heard herself inhale sharply as she noticed the two initials down at the bottom.
WS
Storm stared at Scott, and Jean and Kurt, who’d just entered the room as well. She opened her mouth to tell them when she heard the sounds of a motorcycle taking off in high speed.