Warning: There's a kissing scene.
Other than that, nothing else. Just wanted to give a little
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Note: Here's Free for a Second Part Deux. It's probably
a 2-parter, 3 at most. I still have no idea where this story
is leading to, but rest assured I'm putting in the best stuff
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P/s: Did y'all watch Addicted to Love with Meg
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Free for a Second
Ya really outdone y'self dis time, Remy LeBeau. Got y'self
an assasin dat's like livin' fire, beautiful and wit' de brains.
You know she's a pro, she's lettin' you get t'her only because
she be lettin' ya, for some reason.
Right back to de action; one smooth stroke and she knocked
de guard out at de security counter. I did de huffin' and
puffin' part by haulin' de man into de broom closet down de
hallway. Dese people never keep fit, do dey?
I turned round to see Rogue goin' down to de systems room;
she'd taken de guard's keycard and figured out de password.
I ain't surprised. She's been stalkin' dis buildin' for close
ta a week.
I watched her as she busied herself with pryin' de cover
off a ventilation shaft. I asked, "Wha'cha doin'? I tho't
we were gonna go in an' gun down anyone in our way? What's
dis I see instead?"
Green fire from her expressive eyes burned through me. Bleeeep.
Wrong answer, Mr LeBeau.
"Ah *am* an assasin, Cajun. But that don't mean ah'm
trigger-happy and gun down any redneck that ah want to!"
She walked right up t'me and said in my face, "Ah am
not a psychotic serial killer, ah only want t'kill my specific
target, any others that die by my hand are the critical hinderances
to my plan. Ah don't kill for fun, sir. Don't ya forget that."
Backing away slowly, she got back to unscrewing the vent.
"I'll keep dat in mind, p'tit. An' I'll keep my mouth
Rogue nodded and tol' me to make m'self useful by disablin'
de alarm system and cuttin' off de alert phone line. It wasn't
much of a chore t'me. Havin' done dat, we both crawled up
the ventilation shaft and got back on track of our li'l adventure.
The barrel of the gun prodded him in the head.
"Get'cha hands off my butt or lose 'em, mister."
Remy shrugged and insisted that it was an accident, the shaft
was dim and constricted. "Then my gun goin' off *might*
be an accident too, sugar."
"'Kay, 'kay, I get de idea."
As Rogue turned back to crawling forward, she found herself
with a smug grin on her face. She couldn't help it. This man's
company had brought a little spark to the past 30 minutes
of her life; she didn't realize that she had craved for company
She stopped as they reached the end where the horizontal
shaft took a turn up vertically, leading to the higher floors.
Reaching for her belt, Rogue produced a barbed mini harpoon-gun,
took aim and launched the anchored rope upwards of the vertical
shaft. She tugged on the rope, making sure it was secure before
hefting herself onto it.
"Wait till ah get up there," she ordered her partner.
"Why, chere, 'fraid I'll look up your skirt?" Remy
Looking down at him, Rogue smirked and pointed out, "Oh,
but ah ain't wearin' a skirt; why don'cha sit down an' cry
She got her reply in chuckle form as she scaled the thin
cable towards the opening of the shaft that snaked through
the sixth level. Faintly, she heard the soft humming of a
familiar-sounding zydeco tune below. It made her long for
home back South. Her eyes welled up with unexpected moisture;
she didn't think she could feel anymore.
"Ya done yet?" The Cajun hissed. He got the muffled
reply that she was almost there, so he continued humming his
favourite tune and shuffling his playing cards. "Maybe
ya should lay off all dat Southern fried chicken in a henny-penny
He leaned out to take a look, but retracted in a flash as
a small blade came whizzing past where his head had been.
"You're lucky you're a thief with lightnin' reflexes,"
Rogue commented dryily as she perched from the square opening
in the shaft wall a distance up. "C'mon, get'cha butt
Rogue rolled her eyes as the infuriating man laughed his
way up the rope. She was beginning to regret this...
The vent covering rattled open softly, and a figure clad
in black held on to the edge of the exposed outlet and did
a smooth flip-over, descending down to the carpeted floor
below silently. The other figure, more manly and fitted with
a trenchcoat, did the same. She knew that round the corner,
there would be two bodyguards by the door where her target
"Time for a li'l fun,"
Slipping off her black jacket, and flipped it inside out,
Rogue had herself a white jacket. Now she looked model slim,
model pretty and model harmless. She noticed that the Cajun
had fastened his eyes on her; she gave him a seductive smile,
whereupon he began to feel a little hot under the collar.
Now *that* was amusing. Rogue raked her hand through her auburn
hair, and slung the jacket over her shoulder before sauntering
around the corner towards the two bodyguards. Sure enough,
they drew her weapons at her; Rogue, playing the fragile woman,
gave a slight scream and dropped the jacket to the floor in
"Mah goodness, ah didn't know it was that serious a
crime t'be on the wrong floor!" she commented drily as
the men apologized profusely and both bent to retrieve her
jacket for her.
There was a sudden burst of silent movement in the hallway;
Remy LeBeau did several smooth somersaults and executed powerful
kicks to each of the unwary guards, knocking them out instantly.
When he was done, he grinned winningly at Rogue. She sniffed
haughtily and called him a show-off.
"Well, Mr Tubby won't be in until midnight, he's gone
to his friend's downstairs ta share a nightcap;ya got an hour
to get your loot. Now, get that door open, Cajun, and we'll
drag these fellas inside like sacks o'potatoes," Rogue
informed him as she stuck a sign that said, 'Gone for a break.'
A little joke of hers.
Remy whipped out his lockpicks and opened the door without
so much of a breeze. He kicked it open and bowed low, sweeping
his arm in a welcome gesture and said, "Ladies first,
Ironically, Rogue let out an unlady-like grunt as she struggled
with the burly bodyguard and hissed through her teeth, "Why,
thank ya kindly, sir...Now why don'cha HELP ME!!!"
He straightened up in alarm and put his hand up over her
mouth like lightning. His head darted around, looking out
for danger but he found none. He hefted both bodies into the
room in silence, pulled her in and shut the door tight.
Once in the comfort of the dark, he said roughly, "Ya
His eyes glowed even more than before; it scared her now.
No mortal should have eyes like that. Rogue shivered and backed
"What are you, Remy LeBeau?"
He held up a card and it became enveloped in a fiery ball
of light. Her gasp was quite audible, even though she had
tried to supress it.
"I'm de devil's spawn, Rogue. An unwanted nightmare,
a freak of nature," he explained as he gave the card
a light toss and it disintergrated noiselessly. "I'm
a mutant, chere. You 'fraid of me?"
"N-no. Just surprised, ah guess. Ah've never met one
before," she rolled the unconscious bodyguards over to
a darker corner with her foot, and tried to regain her poise
by checking on her gun. "Your eyes jus'...made me a li'l
uneasy, that's all."
They walked over to the bed, turned on the dim nightlight
and sat on the edge of it facing the front door, each preferring
to be reticent for a while. Aloof and distant, the odd couple
scrutinized the vacant and lushly-furnitured apartment. Many
golden ornaments and statues grazed the mantlepiece, and the
Persian carpeting under their feet cost enough to feed a family
for a good couple of years. Rogue wondered if the stuff on
the mantlepiece was all solid gold.
Suddenly, the thief stood up and decided to live up to his
profession; he produced a large sack and went up to the paintings
on the walls. He let out a low whistle of awe.
"Dis costs a bomb...I didn' expect somethin' dis good
t'be here," He took out a small penlight and examined
the surface of one small painting. "It be real alright."
He took it off the wall and lowered it gently into the bag,
frame and all. Rogue watched intently as the man went on to
contemplate the value of the gold statuettes. She watched
his fingers, long and graceful, caressing the surface of gold;
his hair that fell irresistably over his brow. Somehow he
knew her pain, even though she didn't tell him anything about
She was *so* tired and lonely...
A lump formed in her throat and tears spilled out from her
eyes; she didn't know why she was crying. She didn't even
know that she could shed tears anymore. A sob escaped her,
and Remy spun round immediately. He blinked stupidly at first,
but then his hard features softened as his heart went out
She was in the same situation as he was. Taken into something
that they didn't want; they had been too young and too scared
to fight for their freedom. For him, it was the New Orleans
Thieves' Guild, he'd been accepted as part of the family when
he was orphaned and found wandering on the streets. He didn't
want to be with them anymore, but after 15 years of being
a thief, there was no other path for him to take. He had to
be on the run constantly.
Rogue curled up into a ball and hugged her knees, sobbing
quietly. He set down his bag and went to her, smoothing her
hair and comforting her with gentle words. He held her tight
and shared her pain; when she finally quietened down, he kissed
her cheek lightly, half-wondering if she would give him a
shiner for his audacity.
She didn't, and he brought his lips to her soft, plaint ones.
Her arms came up almost immediately to entwine around his
neck, her response an urgent one, as if she had only a little
time left to live. His body temperature rose as he felt her
tongue brushing against his in a seductive caress, the gentle
suction of her sweet mouth arousing him...She was so soft
against his body...
Rogue stiffened instantly as she heard a masculine voice
outside the door, calling for his bodyguards. Pulling away
from the intimate contact split seconds before the key in
the lock opened the door, the assasin pulled out her silencer
gun and took aim, pumping one single bullet between the eyes
of Senator Greene. The man fell to the floor without so much
of a gurgle of death.
They were both stunned for a minute, realizing how close
they had come to jeopardizing the whole assignment. The walls
erected themsleves around her again; Rogue slid away from
Remy and looked quietly at the body. Then she looked at him,
and without a word, left the room rapidly.
Continued in Chapter
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