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"Welcome back, Sabine," a strong masculine voice
rasped, with a tone that sounded like steel being torn away
Rogue was filled with fear as the voice reached her ears,
and she backed away from it, her face filled with terror...
Oh mah God, it's him! It's Asgard. The fear threatened
to overwhelm her, send her over the brink of terror, into
the welcome realms of Insanity...
Then, the hard years of dangers faced along with the X-Men,
kicked in, taking control..
Pull yourself together girl! Asgard aint' nothin' but
a coward, and ya need not fear him!
Hot-cold rage boiled through Rogue's veins, and the fear
that threatened to overwhelm her was replaced by cold, calculated
Steeling herself, mentally and physically, Rogue drew herself
up to her full height, pulling her shoulders back, proudly.
She was not going to allow Asgard to manipulate her..
Rogue glared defiantly in the direction where the voice came
"What the Hell do ya want with me Asgard?" Rogue
asked slowly, her voice barely audible, above a whisper, but
the tone she used could have frozen the moisture in the air...
"Ah, I see that you have not lost any of your charm
in the years that have gone by, little Sabine," Asgard
replied calmly. The comment was followed by a snap of fingers,
and the warehouse was slowly filled with white light.
Once her eyes were adjusted to the light, Rogue fixed her
fiery green emerald eyes on the tall man that stood about
five paces away from her...
He was about six-foot two inches in height, and he was dressed
out in full raven-black military uniform. He had broad, powerful
shoulders, and a well-muscled torso. His hips were lean and
slim, trimmed to physical perfection through hard work. His
legs were long and powerful, and he stood erect with a regal
bearing that conveyed a picture of controlling dominance.
His hair were long curled locks of raven black that freely
hung down his neck to frame his dark, handsome face. His eyes
were a flinty grey-green colour, further enhancing his outer
But it was the expression within those eyes that reflected
the true nature of Asgard..
They were cruel, hard and cold, untouched by feeling and
compassion. They were the eyes of an unfeeling killer, who
would think nothing of killing you if you got in his way,
and hidden behind that was the gaze of a man who was not entirely
Rogue curled up her lip at Asgard in distaste and loathing,
her gaze full of frost.
Asgard merely smiled at her, seeming to look amused.
"Ah repeat, what do ya want with me, ya maniac?"
Rogue was onto full fury now, but she kept her voice even
and cool, making her captor sound like an inferior, someone
who was beneath her. She almost sounded bitchy...
It was her seeming calm that drove Asgard wild, and he was
hard-pressed to hide it from her.
"She knows that I can kill her now, if I wanted to.
She hasn't her powers to keep her safe, and even so, she looks
at me as if I am some kind of imbecile, some kind of idiot!"
"Why little Sabine," he drawled slowly, as if speaking
to a little child, "I have delivered you from the demons
that stole you from us, those pitiful X-Men. I brought you
back to the Brotherhood, where you belong."
This answer angered Rogue even more, and she exploded, giving
in to the anger that threatened to overwhelm her...
"Oh mah God!" she spat. "If it aint' mah knight
in shinin' armour, folks!"
She took Asgard completely by surprise by quickly crossing
the space between them, and bestowing upon him an icy kiss.
Knowing that she briefly had the upper hand, she grasped him
by the shoulders, hooked her foot behind one ankle, just like
Logan showed her once, and shoved back violently for all that
she was worth...
It had the desired effect....
Asgard, obviously being the heavier of the two, toppled backwards,
and the momentum from Rogue's shove, combined with his weight,
sent him reeling back heavily. He fell back through the doors
through which he had entered, unable to stop himself. He hit
the floor of the secret room from which he came so hard that
the back of his head bounced twice, with heavy, audible thuds..
"You will pay for this, Sabine!" he hissed through
clenched teeth, but it did not sound very convincing. Asgard
was used to bullying and manipulating others, forcing them
to do his will. He was not, however used to being humiliated
by a "mere" woman...
"I will remember this. You will pay!"
"Oh really?" Rogue screamed in defiance. "Do
me a favour an put it on mah tab, ya fucking bastard!"
Her only answer was the dousing of the lights and the silent
closing of the slider wall in front of her, sheathing her
in total darkness once again.
The X-Men Storm, Cyclops, Jean Grey, Wolverine, Beast, and
Jubilee and the human Trish Tilby were gathered in the War
Room with Charles Xavier. All of them were awaiting Gambit's
Wolverine stood of to one side, his arms crossed over his
chest, carefully observing them all...
Ol' Chuck really seems to stressed out 'bout Rogue goin'
AWOL. Same goes for Summers and Red. Not that Hank and 'Ro
are islands of calm by any means. Even Lee's jumpy. Hell,
even I am worried 'bout Sabby, no use denyin' it.
I'd hate to see the face of the Cajun. He's goin' t'be
delirious with anger, and then he aint' goin' to be good for
As if summoned by some weird trick of Fate, the auto sensory
door slid open, admitting Remy LeBeau...
The Cajun doesn't look to chuffed about Rogue bein' gone.
Logan remarked silently to himself as he studied Gambit
Remy was absolutely in a fit of rage at Rogue being gone,
and them not being able to find her...
His eyes were smouldering with hot anger, and it seemed as
if Remy would bolt anywhere, at any time, in an effort to
go looking for Rogue. Even so, he took his place around the
central table, along with the other X-Men, where Xavier gave
all the others a quick brief on what had happened..
"So the bottom line is, Rogue has been kidnapped,"
Logan growled as he faced all the other members of the team.
"And it's up to us to go and find her and bring her back
home. Simple as that. Problem solved, end of story. So what
are we all waitin' for? Let's go and finish this."
"It is not so easy as you put it, Wolverine," Jean
interrupted. "First of all, we do not know where she
is, for neither I nor the Professor could manage to find her
mind. The same goes for Hank. He could not track her down
either using Cerebro. She is just gone, without a trace, and
we do not know where to start."
She did not finish the statement.
All of them knew that Jean was to scared to say that Rogue
might be dead. They all were...
"Mphh." Logan grunted in a disgusted fashion, shaking
his head slowly. "All of you trust your little gadgets
too much, and we all know that Psi-tracking may be convenient,
but that it does have it's drawbacks, and mistakes can be
"Oh yeah?!" Gambit exploded in a rage born of worry
for the one that he loved. "An' you t'ink dat you have
all de answers, non?! Dat's all dat you do, talk! Rogue is
in trouble, maybe Rogue even be dead, an' dat's all dat you
do! Den Remy say dat you can all go rot in Hell!"
Then, barely able to restrain himself further, Gambit flew
up out of his seat, wanting to storm out of the War-Room,
but Logan got in his way...
Grabbing the Cajun securely with both of his hands, Logan
jerked Remy so hard that he almost lost his balance, and he
was brought nose to nose with the diminutive Canadian.
"Look, Gumbo," Logan snarled at his taller teammate,
brooking no argument, "we all know that you are worried
about Rogue. It ain't no big secrets that you two kiddies
are tootin' around like little lovebirds in your own li'l
love nest, but I got a news flash for you. You're not the
only one who's worried, we all are. The only thing is that
if you go hauling your ass after her without knowing where
to start, you aint' gonna get nowhere! Y'hearing me punk?!
In case you have not noticed, we are a team, and we're gonna
get her out, so siddown, and don't interrupt me when I'm talking."
All that Gambit did was stare unflinchingly into Logan's
eyes, until Logan flung him back into his chair.
"Now that we got that out of the way," he growled
in his normal undertones, "let's continue with business,
shall we? We all know that Rogue has been kiddynapped, but
the question is by whom?"
It was Storm who answered first, all regal and businesslike
"The reasons for her capture could be numerous, Wolverine.
It could have been members of the Human Liberation Group,
the Government, even maybe the Brotherhood of Evil, for all
we know. The possibilities are endless." None of them
knew how close Storm had dome to the truth of the matter...
"I guess we just have to narrow it down then, don't
Logan was interrupted as the auto-sensory door that slid
open, and they all looked in that direction, but they were
most surprised at who stepped through..
It was the huge six-foot two inch frame of Cable, leader
His hair was snowy white in colour. His one eye burned white
with psionic energy, the other green eye showing the alertness
that is accustomed to Cable.
He was dressed in his battle uniform with a snow-camouflage
motif, his T.O-arm set on organia mode. As usual, Cable was
accompanied by his plasma blaster, along with his plasma pistol,
which was strapped to one leg, along with all the various
grenades and sentient flares that was strapped to his chest
Well now, who would have thought that Scott and Jeannie
could produce something so big? He must weigh about 350 pounds,
and it is all muscle. Wolverine commented dryly to himself.
Without waiting for anyone to say a word, Cable went directly
to Jean's chair and stood behind it, opening up his thoughts
to her, and to Scott.
~ Hello, Mother, Father. Good to see you again. ~
~ Hi Nathan. ~ they both chorused in unison.
Before anything else could be passed between parents and
son, Xavier spoke..
"Greetings, Cable. You are always welcome here, although
your visit was a bit unexpected."
"Thank you, Professor," Cable acknowledged the
"What brings you here? I am sure that it is not only
to see all of us," Xavier indicated all of the X-Men
with a wide sweep of an arm.
"You are right, Professor. This is more than just a
little social call. I see that Rogue is not present. When
you projected the thought of her capture to Jean, you were
so distressed that I could not help but pick it up. I thought
that the X-Men might need some help."
~ Thank you, Nathan. We appreciate it. ~ Jean spoke
up inside the mind of Nathan Summers, and he gently lay a
huge hand upon her one shoulder.
"Thank you for the offer, Cable. We were just discussing
this issue before you decided to join us. We need all the
help that we can get, and your offer is gladly accepted."
Cable merely nodded at the disabled man in the hover chair.
"Good. Now that we have all the flowery speeches out
of the way," Logan said, "we can get back down too
doing the business.
"As I was saying, we will just have to track Rogue down
the old-fashioned way."
"What do you have in mind?" Scott asked, adding
his worried voice to the discussion.
"Thought you'd never ask, Summers." Logan answered.
"We pull off some Sherlock Holmes moves, and we track
her down, the old fashioned way."
"How do you want to do this, Wolverine?" Storm
inquired, her voice as regal as that of any queen.
Logan waved off the interruption. "We use the thing
that never lies to us. The nose," he said, his voice
filled with mock theatre, thumbing his own gently.
"Bottom line is, gang, I go down to the Subway where
she was supposedly kiddynapped, and I sniff out any clues
that can help us out. Anybody else got any better ideas?"
"I sup'ose dat you be right, Logan," Remy conceded
with a sigh, hanging his head.
Logan's idea was met with silent approval by all of the other
"All right then. It's been decided."
"I will accompany you, Wolverine," Cable rumbled
in that voice that sounded like an avalanche in full flower.
"Maybe I can pick up a physic residue. Now, c'mon, let's
"Glad t'have you along. Just don't get in my way."
"If I do not crush you underfoot first," Cable
countered smoothly, as they left the War-Room together.
Rogue was sitting in the far back corner of the little prison
Asgard provided for her. She sat with her knees drawn tightly
to her chest, in an effort to conserve her body heat. She
also had her torn leather jacket draped across her shoulders,
but it did not seem to help overly much.
When she had confronted Asgard, adrenaline roared through
her veins, and she did not feel any of the cold that seeped
through the walls of her prison. Now that the earlier energy
was dissipating, the chill in the air made her shiver.
The floor of her prison was cold, hard and uncomfortable,
but even so, Rogue could do nothing but to endure her discomfort
in silence. In an effort to try and ignore the cold and discomfort
that she was feeling, Rogue forced herself to methodically
think through her situation...
Okay, girl. Think through this shit. Asgard kidnapped
ya, an his got somethin' up his sleeve.
He managed to nullify mah powers, through this collar,
and this place is just about escape proof. He hurt me, but
he didn't kill me...yet. She shuddered at the thought.
By now the X-Men know that Ah'm gone. An' most probably,
the Professor can't psi-track me, otherwise the cavalry would've
been here long ago. If Asgard can negate mah powers t'nothing,
he can most probably black that out too. A sigh escaped
Rogue's lips at the thought.
Ya know want's funny girl? For as long as ya can remember,
you hated the fact that your touch sucked others dry, stealin'
their energy, their memories, their lives. It's been the story
of yer life. First it was Cody, then Carol Danvers, but it
didn't stop there...
Even Remy had to go down, just because Ah kissed him...
Ya wanted that t'be gone for Ah don't know how long, just
so that ya can reach out, touch someone, without havin' t'fear
that they are goin' t'slip into a coma on ya.
Ya stealin' away their lives, like what ya did with Cody...
And now, now that ya finally got what ya wished for all
those years, what does it help ya? Who is there t'reach out
to? Who is there to touch? What did'ya gain?
Nothin'! Fucking nothin'!
As if to give voice to her pent-up rage, Rogue drove her
fist into the concrete floor beside her, enjoying the pain
lancing up her wrist and arm, for it took her mind of painful
Slowly Rogue drooped her head in despair, her dishevelled
auburn hair falling back over her face.
It was not long before she gave in to the emotions...
A solitary tear slid down one grimy, dirty cheek, cleaning
a track down to her jaw...
It was not long before Rogue let it all go...
Continued in Chapter
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