Chapter VI: Chrome and Steel Tower
“That was a stupid move on your part,” Magneto’s bone chilling voice told me as it echoed across the large room.
“I did not know that me trying to get your asses out of the sling you put it in was a stupid move. In fact I felt it to be quite brilliant,” I told the old man before me with a wicked smile.
“Running to the X-Men does not constitute by any means as a brilliant plan,” Eric continued to counter with a raised voice and long pointed bony finger.
“You know I think you’re just mad cause you lost once again to the famous X-Men,” I said as I walked towards his steel desk.
“You my dear are coming too quickly to conclusions. For if you haven’t noticed we did not lose. In fact we are one step ahead of them,” he said to me with a calculated smirk and almost wicked tone of voice hidden just behind that smile.
“Yea how so,” I asked in question.
“You received the files like you where asked to do. However your elaborate display of disloyalty has in fact worked into my favor, for once,” he continued.
“For now the fearless leader of the X-Men is now more concerned about your ware abouts instead of concentrating on what we actually took. Except of course even if they do try to find out what we took it will have no real meaning to them anyways,” Magneto summarized to me and I was left conflicted.
“What did we take anyways?” I asked with that bubbling curiosity that seems to always plaque me.
“It does not really concern you, my dear. What I really want to know is how you and the X-Men’s charming captain Cyclopes know one another,” Magneto asked with his skeptical yet knowing eyes.
“Why do I have a feeling you already know the answer to that question?” I asked him defiantly hoping he wouldn’t see past my mask of betrayal.
“I have some idea on how you might know him. Seeing as how the only people you see since you’ve moved in here are all living within the confines of this base, I can only guess,” He deduced to me as he swirled mindlessly a few paper clips around the top of his sterile metallic desk.
“Then your deduction my dear sir is quite right, I knew Cyclops before my introduction to you,” I told him truthfully trying not to give to much away.
“Yes I figured as much, but the really question is how? How is it that a young girl with no family, that has lived a reclusive life for over fifteen years could in fact know the famous leader of the X-Men?” he persisted trying to get as much information out of me as possible. Why he wanted to know is beyond me. Probably to use it against him in the future was my only guess at this point.
“We were childhood friends. He lived with me and a few others at the facility I was in before I was moved here,” I concluded hoping that would be enough from me to satisfy him.
“That it my dear?” Magneto asked always the skeptic as usual.
“Yes, that is it,” I said with a finality and hope for the ending of this conversation.
“You may leave now,” Magnus said with a wave of his hand as his paper clips flew back to their originating positions on his desk. So carefully placed as if they were his children. But of course Magneto has children and we all know how he truly cares for them.
I made to leave with an indifference I prayed he would catch, however as I reached the exit from his prison like office he spoke to me so eerily I almost didn’t believe it to be him.
“You will never leave me Rogue, you belong to this Brotherhood more than any of the others ever could be. So don’t make the mistake of trying something stupid. You’ll only get hurt in the end.”
I sighed and closed my eyes at his words, knowing the truth of them before I made my way out of the cold unfeeling office. I walked with a disheartenment I hadn’t felt in years. Making my way to my room that I felt was my cage. I let the thought of Slim rescuing me from my metal imprisonment; fill me up with a hope.
But Eric’s truthful words crushed that small hope like that of his enemies. Reminding me of my reality. My life forever trapped within this chrome and steel world, never to feel the comforting hand of a friend or the tender kiss of a lover again.
At the thought of a lover my mind immediately went to the only lover I ever had. His golden eyes forever imprinted into my memory like that of one of my five senses. The roughness of his large hands as they traveled aimlessly across my pale, white flesh, the sensation of his wet kisses as they crossed untouched terrain.
The thought of it left me breathless and in want, but I knew better I let the melancholy of my life surround me. Sucking away that brief moment of happiness like death’s immortal kiss, a coup fatal if I ever saw one.
I laid there only those red and black silk sheets in disdain. Hopelessness filled me like no other ever has. When I was moved into Sinister’s house of pain, I was ecstatic to be leaving that confounded orphanage. When I was transported to Magneto’s the relief of Logan and Slim’s escape kept my own despair at bay.
Yet now, seeing Slim again, I feel that despair I had kept locked away deep within me for all these lonely years of solitude. Sleep eventually found me, taking me away momentarily from the disappointment of my life.
I don’t know how long I was asleep but the constant stream of banging on my worn door left me less than wanting. Victor’s booming yet demanding voice echoed like a screech in a closed room.
“Wake up!” He yelled over and over and over again at me.
“Wake up! Wake up!”
“Wake up, wake up. Is that all you know how to say?” I asked him through the door as I made my way groggily to open it.
“I could say a lot more but Magnet head says I have to play nice with you,” he growled as I swung the door open allowing him access to my sanctuary.
“And why’s that, he never cared about what you did to me before,” I said with squinted eyes.
“Apparently you’re his new favorite, congratulations frail. Your one of the team,” Victor said as he threw himself into one of the large chairs in my room.
“Why? I thought ‘my display of great disloyalty’ or whatever would keep me off the team forever?” I kept asking him as I stood with hands on my hip.
“Well from what bucket head says, that since the X-Freaks know about your location anyways why keep you locked up in your ivory tower? So congratulations, you’re official. Now get suited up we’re leaving in thirty,” He said to me as he lifted his massive form off of the velvet draped high back chair and exited the room as I stood there in disbelief.
Why would old magnet want me on every mission now? Unless it’s to distract Slim or to prove to me that I will never be leaving. Or is it to show the X-Men that I can’t be converted that I really am part of the Brotherhood and there is no point in them trying to rescue me?
Either way all of those are plausible or all of them are probably true. I just wonder what will happen this time around. Will the X-Men win and I am saved or will we win and I spend the next fifteen years locked behind steel and chrome?
I just wonder what will happen next?
The Wolverine & Rogue Fanfiction Archive
Barely Legal Since 2000
Author's Chapter Notes:
Alright now we start getting away from the old stuff and into the new! Now this one is more on the funny side and basically just a filler chapter. But no worries I promise the next chapter (which is already written) will be full of action! So enjoy!
Chapter End Notes:
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO......
SO... tell me getting interesting? Till tomorrow then?
SO... tell me getting interesting? Till tomorrow then?