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Hate Is An Understatement
Rogue was never afraid of anything. Being almost invulnerable
with super strength and warp speed flight to boot, she was
unbeatable in combat. But the image before her that filled
her vision was enough to make her shiver. Rogue stood her
ground for everybody's sake, trying so hard not to betray
her fear. Masks had never scared her, no ... But right now,
they did, especially the bright, ghoulish ones that The Assassins
had donned to intimidate their enemies She glanced at Gambit
for a while, he did not flinch one bit. Surprisingly, he was
cool to the core. His jaw was hard but he did not even clench
The young woman had heard of Candra and her involvement in
Gambit's shadowy past. But the fact that blonde beauty was
one of the world's most powerful mutant scared her the most.
Unpredictable and cruel to no extent, Candra floated to the
ground; a black man, a Caucasian male and female moved in
around her in a loose triangle whilst the other masked Assassins
remained behind. Gambit searched, looking for that familiar
face that could explain to him the madness that was unfolding.
Sensing his thoughts with her psi-powers, Candra laughed
cruelly, "You won't find her here LeBeau, Belle does
not know about any of this. Besides even if she did know,
she's too much in love with you still to get the job done
... Some things just have to be done personally," Candra's
words slapped him like a wave on a stormy day.
Belle m'amour ... merde ... why didn't y'tell me? I wouldn't
"No matter if she finds out or not..she'll still be
powerless to stop me," Candra's malicious voice shook
Gambit out of his reverie.
Candra pouted childishly as she looked up at the moon and
sighed dramatically, "We're wasting time." She turned
her icy gaze back to the X-Men and growled, "Destroy
"Not if Ah can help it, lady!" Before the Assassins
could react to Candra's command, Rogue had rocketed towards
her enemy, giving her a good punch in the socket.
"Good fer you darlin', someone oughtta have done that
minutes ago!" Wolverine growled, his adamantium claws
shining in the moonlight.
Candra fell back with a grunt but she did not slip into unconsciousness
as another would have, instead she smiled bloodily at Rogue.
Aghast, Rogue demanded, "How?? That punch was enuff
t'send an elephant halfway across Africa!"
"You forget yourself, Rogue,"Candra began, rubbing
away blood that had trickled down her nose to her rouged lips.
Bolts of live energy crackled from Candra, dancing off her
alabaster skin. Her eyes glowed eerily, and her cackling resounded
through the bayou. "I am an External ... feel my wrath!"
Excruciating pain clawed at Rogue's chest as Candra blasted
Rogue high up into the sky. Her skin burnt and perversely,
in the back of her mind, the pain felt quite good. It was
like a reminder that she was still a living person, not just
a mutant consumed by her accursed powers. She almost felt
... whole, normal again. But she wearily fought against the
pain and chided herself for underestimating the bitch. Even
worse...She had underestimated an External, a near fatal mistake.
Candra canceled her power and Rogue felt herself falling,
falling into pits of darkness.
Gambit ran, praying that he got to Rogue in time before she
fell to the ground. He grunted when he felt an elbow slamming
into him between the shoulder blades. He groaned as he tried
to push himself up but in vain. He tilted his head slightly
and saw the rest of the X-Men engaging in a battle with the
rest of the Assassins, a woman Remy recognised as Singer and
a man known as Fifolet. Which only meant that the assailant
who attacked him was...
"Gris-Gris! Always attackin' from de back like de coward
y'be," Gambit sneered, wincing as the pain shot through
his back once more when he tried to bring himself to his knees.
"No more dan you are LeBeau ... runnin' away. Fool!
Could've worked, too, if y'had not returned," Gris-Gris
took his knives from his coat.
"What ya stinkin' assassins be wantin'?"
"De same t'ing you an' de other X-Men be wantin' --
the power o' dat alien technology. An' mebbe wit' dat kinda
power, it be enuff to convince Candra dat we assassins be
all powerful an' she don' need no worthless t'ieves any longer.
Destroy your kind one by one. Dat sound delicious, non?"
Gris-Gris's dark lips stretched back into a hideous smile.
Gambit's eyes glowed a deadly red. In a swift motion, Remy
kicked him hard in the knees sending the voodoo man falling
onto his stomach. Angered by Gris-Gris's less-than-clever
threat, Remy pulled himself up, ignoring the pain completely.
Gris-Gris shakily got to his feet too, staggering for a while
until his head stopped spinning. The tips of his bo-staff
bashed against Gris-Gris's jaw as Remy swung it continuosly,
his teeth gritting in satisfaction whenever he felt something
break. Gris-Gris wobbled on his feet and Remy was going to
deliver the final blow when he heard Fifolet shout behind
"Stand back X-Men ... or dis one dies!"
Remy turned and hissed venomously, "Non!!"
Fifolet held Rogue by the waist who draped limply over his
'Damn you, Fifolet ... musta drained the rest of her powers,
Gambit glared at Candra who leaned casually against a tree
watching the spectacle before her with a bemused gaze. What
Remy wouldn't give just to reach into her chest and pull her
heart out ... provided if she did have one. Gambit knew that
Candra could have stripped them of all of their powers, but
she didn't ... she wanted to watch the fun, it was her disgusting
Gambit turned his attention back to Fifolet and negotiated,
his voice dangerously low. "Your business is wit' me,
Assassin ... leave de girl outta dis."
Fifolet caught the pleading look in Remy's slightly bewildered
eyes and smirked, "Why I do believe dat you care for
dis here femme?"
Fifolet nudged Rogue's weakened body until her back pressed
intimately against his crotch. He looked at her briefly before
turning back to Remy who was seething with anger. "Cain't
blame ya either, Remy, dis young one be a real looker,"
he jeered as he insolently ran his hand up her thigh.
Remy's control snapped and he charged for Fifolet. He rammed
his bo-staff into Fifolet's glowing body and found it penetrating
through his intangible form. Remy cursed under his breath,
remembering his mutant abilities. Fifolet was about to take
advantage of the situation when Cyclops blasted him off his
feet and into the muddy swamp. Following the assault, he blasted
the ground on which the Assassins stood, tumbling them onto
the muddy earth. But assassins die hard and the X-Men found
themselves fighting them off continuously, trying to get to
Candra. Gambit reached out for Rogue who lay on the ground,
conscious but helpless when he felt a force push him back
"Not so fast, LeBeau!" Candra towered over Rogue
who was trying to support herself on her elbows. Rogue managed
to pull herself slowly to her knees. "Watch, Remy."
Rogue screamed as Candra assaulted her mind. Gris-Gris emerged
behind Candra and blew voodoo dust harshly into Rogue's tortured
face, aggravating her pain. Gambit ran towards Candra but
she pinned him to a trunk of a nearby tree. He looked at the
other X-Men who were just as helpless with assassins coming
at them in all directions. It was all up to Remy now. And
in the first time in all of the eighteen years he had lived
he felt life was no longer a game.
Continued in Chapter
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