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[This fiction takes place in the X-Men: The Animated Series universe.]

Rogue Prisoner

Her eyes opened, but she saw nothing. Deep eternal darkness surrounded her. Time was ticked away on heartbeat, the only clock she could hear. She tried to sit up, but was far too disoriented and dizzy. She fell back down defeated. Her head collapsed against the soft thing beneath her, the cushion prevented what could have been a cataclysmic injury.
Rogue concentrated on breathing, trying to focus her way through the pain that burned in her head and lit her back on fire. She shivered in the blackness, "Cold� so cold�" she mumbled just to see if she remembered how to talk. Shuddering in her blanket of infinite night, she curled into the fetal position. Rogue wrapped her arms around herself and felt how hot her skin was to the touch.
"Where am I? What�s happening?" so many questions that needed answers. With nothing else to do she contemplated her most recent memories. "The last thing I recall was a fight. A horrible scrap with�" Her feverish brain jumbled the memories, mixing the phantom fragments of the other consciousness� she�d touched with her own recollections. She was in no condition to separate those memories from her own.
"So cold� Remy�"
His name was the only thing that comforted her. "Remy�" He would show up, he would make everything better. He always did. She didn�t want some square-jawed do-gooder to save the day. "You can keep Captain America. I want my lanky Cajun." His unearthly eyes, sharp features and easy smile. That was a memory she could hold on to, that was one that stayed real.

"Professor�" she called out with her mind. She waited a few seconds but no response came.

"Jean�?" nothing again.
Two of the most powerful telepaths on the planet live in the same house with her, but somehow she can�t feel their presence. "I�ve got no connection� I don� know if its fever or fear but I can�t raise anybody." Rogue shut her eyes tighter. The realization that she was on her own was more terrifying than any darkness or fever.
A noise, faint, and far off reached her ears. "What was it?" The sound kept repeating until she was sure, "Footsteps, heavy yet graceful footsteps." The closer they got the easier she heard them. "Much closer now. Clear as day." She didn�t know anyone who walked like that. Peter Rasputin�s steps were that heavy, but not nearly as quick or graceful.
The shriek of metal on concrete pierced the black. Pain rattled around in her skull, the sound further disoriented her feverish brain. Rogue covered her ears and curled up tighter. Her back stung as she stretched the skin. "Aiiee!" She cried.
"You up yet, darlin�?"
She didn�t recognize the voice. It was definitely male, deep and gravely. The words slurred, rolling out of his mouth like he had too many teeth for his tongue to handle. For the life of her, Rogue couldn�t figure out who the hell was in the room with her.
"Who�s there?" she asked, her southern drawl concealed in a curtain of sickness and pain. She opened her eyes, trying to make out the intruder.
The crack and hum of florescent light tubes flickering to life reverberated in the enclosed chamber. Stark white light burned away the darkness. Rogue shut her eyes again but the brightness penetrated her eyelids. Purple splotches filled her vision, the light screamed in her head.
"You�re in a rough part of Hurtsville, girlie," the voice growled, "gonna be dead in a couple days."
"What?" Rogue blinked, trying to see through the glare of the artificial illumination. About thirty yards away she could make out a big blurry shadow. "Beg yer pardon, but I�m in a bad way," Rogue shivered and shook with illness, yet she still remembered the basics of etiquette, "I can�t really see. Who �m I talkin� to?"
The big blur sauntered up and crouched in front of her. Her eyes started to sort out light from shadow. He was big, broad shouldered and stank of sweat. Rogue�s �seventh-sense� began to flare; she didn�t often talk about that particular power. The danger sense came along with the superhuman strength and flight, which she stole during her near-murder of Carol Danvers. "What good was a �danger-sense� if you told people you had it?" she�d always rationalized. Now it began to warn her of impending death.
"Them wounds on yer back are infected, Frail. They�ll be gangrenous in a day �r two. Blood poisoning will follow." He leaned closer so Rogue could smell the blood on his breath. "You�ll get a fever that�ll cook yer brains. �N if that don�t kill ya, black lines will track from them gashes on yer back to yer heart." He chuckled sinisterly, "Looks like yer a goner, X-Babe."
"Sabretooth." She mumbled as the last vestiges of hope fled her heart.
Victor Creed, Sabretooth, serial killer, assassin, terrorist, they don�t come any worse. "Ah need savin� Remy." If he heard her thought, he didn�t respond.
"Sabretooth in the flesh, girlie." He spread his arms wide to show his powerful chest and arms, which ended in razor sharp claws. He gave a great belly laugh and his fangs gleamed in the dry white glare.
Rogue�s brain began to piece it together. The X-Men had gone into the sewers. Morlocks were being murdered, butchered in the labyrinth of tunnels beneath New York. They�d split up to cover more area. Rogue and Remy were more than a romantic couple; they were an effective combat unit. She had the strength, invulnerability and flight. He had the agility, guile and energy powers. They worked well together.
No, not well enough. They got jumped. There was an explosion. Now she was in the hands of a murderous psychopath.
"Creed," she looked up at him with heavy eyes, "get off the tracks."
Sabertooth looked at her puzzled, "You still delirious, babe?"
"Get off the tracks," she sprang, "cause a train�s coming through!" Rogue barreled into him with all her force. Like a gunshot she flew toward the door, hurling Creed across the room.
Her face slammed into the ground. With a sickening wet slap her body bounced off the concrete. Rogue tired to rise, but Creed was already on his feet. He leapt, covering the distance in a single bound. He stood over her menacingly.
Rogue tried to move but her leg pulled taught. Looking down she saw the reason. Her ankle was chained. A manacle attached to bright silver links disappeared in a tiny hole in the cinder block wall. She tugged but the thin chain didn�t budge.
Creed walked over to the mattress chuckling to himself, "That chain�s adamantium darlin�, a little something I liberated from a Weapon X base north of the border." He picked up the lightweight chain in his hand and began to pull her toward him. "It was meant to hold the Runt, but I guess it�ll do fer you." Hand-over-hand he drew her closer to him. Rogue gripped at the floor, her super strong fingernails left trails in the concrete as he dragged her to him.
Rogue tried to crawl, tried to roll away. Creed looped the slack chain around her throat, pulled it tight and wrapped the rest around his fist. He lifted her to eye level and made sure she saw he meant business. "Listen Frail," he began as he watched her strangle, "live bait is as good as dead, far as I�m concerned. You play nice with me and maybe you�ll live long enough to get rescued." He tossed her onto the stained mattress.
Rogue unwrapped the chain from her windpipe and gasped for air. Lack of oxygen and fever stole all semblance of balance from her. She lay there coughing as the world spun around her. When she came to her senses, Victor Creed stood over her.
Rogue looked up, "Though you said �ah was a deader anyway?"
"Ya�r Babe," Creed laughed. "Just a matter of time if ya don�t get some help. Even trailer-trash like you should know that."
Rogue folded her arms and shivered uncontrollably.
"Looks like you got a choice, X-Babe�" Creed grinned, giving her a better look at his fangs. "Live or die?"
Rogue�s eyes were bleary. She felt so sick. "What kind of choice is that?"
Gently he reached out and caressed her tuft of white hair. He sniffed. The aroma of her fear was enticing. "Your wounds are bad. You might live or you might die. We�d have to wait a couple days to see." He snorts a chuckle. "Or�"
Rogue couldn�t hide her nervousness. He was a stone cold killer and she knew it. "Or what Creed?"
"Or you could just touch me. Take my healing factor and be good-to-go in thirty seconds."
Rogue cringed. She�d touched him once, trying to knock him out with the byproduct of her power. By stealing an enemy�s psyche she rendered them unconscious. Normally the residual effects were minimal, but Rogue would never forget that touch. His madness exploded inside her head. There was nothing but psychotic rage, animalistic lust. His memories were a twisted museum. Each of his "masterpieces" was drenched in blood. To make matters worse, the touch didn�t knock him out either. His healing factor fought off the side effect.
"You�ve got a hard decision to make, babe." Creed smiled, he was enjoying watching her struggle. "Like I said before, "dead bait�s as good as live." Sooner or later the Runt or Gumbo will track this place down. Then I get to kill one of �em. Which one don�t matter much ta� me. But I think they�ll want their little Mississippi queen alive." Victor Creed clicked his tongue against his teeth, making a "tsk-tsk" sound. "They�re yer only hope. Your professor�s super brain can�t penetrate this place. It�s a fallout shelter build in the sixties. In the 90�s it got retrofitted to be "mutant proof" as well. Guess the gov�ment�s just as scared of us as they are the bomb." Laughing he stood up. She was grateful to have his bloody breath away from her face. "Wonder where they got that idea from?"

�Ah don�t really have a choice. Rogue swallowed dryly. I have to touch him. There is no getting out of here while I�m sick as a dog.

"Okay Creed, you win." She said with a warble in her voice. "C�mere." Defeated but determined, Rogue removed a glove with her teeth. She extended a hand to his face. It shook while she held it out, waiting for him to lower his mug.
Sabretooth wasn�t having any of it. He stood at the head of the mattress, peeling the skintight outfit from his large body. Stripped to the waist, he lowered the bulging muscles of his bare chest to within her reach. "Come on, Rogue. Just reach out and take it." Creed flashed his fangs. "I�m all yers�, darlin�."
As much as it disgusted her, she touched his hairy chest.
Rogue felt the rush of oncoming memories and feelings, everything that Victor Creed was exploded into her head. Huge gaps of memory, like blank tape that couldn�t be filled, leapt into her psyche. Like Wolverine, Creed was a victim of extensive mind control/memory alteration. She wanted to try to sort it out, separate herself from him, but Sabretooth�s emotions were far too strong.
Rogue shuddered in a stunned shock as she felt his power enter her body. Her muscles grew instantly, bulging, straining against the expandable fabric of her skintight costume. She felt it split down the back a little more as her size increased. Her teeth, her fingernails and her physical senses all sharpened. She felt like a blade, newly emerging from the forge�s flame. The pain in her back disappeared. The feverish haze left her head. For a split second of clarity, she found solace. All pain had gone, leaving nothing but a euphoric void. She hung, suspended for blessed moments in the emptiness� before it was drowned in a sea of red.
Enraged she threw herself at him. "Ah�ll fuckin� kill you!" she roared, straining against the unbreakable chain. Creed tried to step back, but the strength and speed she�d stolen from Ms. Marvel were greater than his formidable reflexes. Rogue�s claw ripped through the thick muscles of his chest. She felt them scrape bone. He backed away, clutching at the gaping wounds that poured blood onto the floor. "C�mere n� die!" she found herself screaming in rage. The chain around her ankle prevented pursuit, but in her fury she tried anyway.
The blonde killers� grunt of pain fell into a whimsical laugh. The font of red, a kill wound on a normal person, had already stopped. He looked up at her and smiled. "That�s the spirit, girlie!" his belly laughs angered her even more, "Feelin� better I take it?" Her claws and teeth snapped at his face and throat, but Sabretooth stood just beyond her reach.
She knew the effort was wasted but couldn�t help continuing to try and try again, to make her captor bleed, to make him die. Instinct had superceded any semblance of rationality. She was tooth and claw and rage; nothing else existed except the desire for his death. "Fuckin�� kill� you�" were the only words audible between her growls. The psychotic rage urged her ever forward.
Rogue was no longer a hero, mutant, woman, or otherwise. She was animal and nothing else.
After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped. The animal rage subsided and her exhausted body dropped to the mattress. Even the animal knew certain things were useless.
Her nostrils were filled with the smell of her own sweat. The perspiration of exertion made the tatters of her costume cling to her body. She panted on the mattress, sucking in gallons of air just to blow them out as quickly as she could.
That�s when the scent hit her. That�s when she felt the hunger. There was another odor besides her sweat, something else, something just as salty but� sweeter.
She lifted her hand to her face and knew what the source was. She licked Creed�s blood from her palm, ate his torn skin from under her claws. She did it with a ferocity that she�d never known. She was voraciously hungry, licking every drop. Finishing too quickly, she began to sniff around for more.
"Side effect of a healin� factor," Creed said while opening the dirty refrigerator, "a body needs building blocks to heal like that; protein, carbs, a body needs fuel."
He threw a shank of meat onto the mattress. It bounced once and she pounced, tackling it in mid air like prey trying to escape. She tore into the cold meat with her fangs, not caring about the blood running down her cheeks and chin. As fast as she could she swallowed the flesh, every piece she tore off putting the beast in her belly a little closer to sleep.
"Why do ya� think the Runt drinks beer constantly? It don�t give him a buzz." Creed watched as she ate, liking what he saw. Everything was coming to plan.
In an instant it all stopped. Rogue doubled over as the cold lumps in her stomach threatened to make her retch. The taste in her mouth, What is that taste? Her features winced as she desperately restrained the urge to vomit. As quickly as she stole them, Sabertooth�s powers went away. The raw meat churned in her stomach. Her head swam. "Oh God�" she moaned in agony.
Creed giggled. "Lookin� a little green there, sweetie." he mocked. "You want another shot of my good stuff."
It wasn�t just what she ate. It was the feelings he brought out in her. She wanted to kill. Not just him, but anyone. It was like every bad memory came at her at once, but she could wash it away with enough rivers of red. She needed to kill. It was the only way. Killing meant fear. Fear meant food. The urge, it made her strong, powerful. She was high on the taste of blood. But like any junkie, Rogue wanted more. And like any high, eventually she had to come down.
Lunging off the mattress, Rogue regurgitated what she so quickly ate. On her hands and knees she coughed up her contents onto the concrete floor. The dizziness lingered as she swallowed air, trying to cool the burning sensation in the pit of her stomach.
For the second time, Sabretooth picked up the adamantium chain and pulled. Rogue slid across the smooth floor toward him. "Look at you, pukin� up yer� dinner. Do you have any idea how tough he was to kill?" Hand over hand he dragged her toward him, she didn�t resist but she didn�t aid him either.
"Not talkin�, eh?" Grabbing her ankle Creed yanked her onto the crusty mattress. Lifting her by the tatters of the back of her costume he placed her on her feet. "Ya� know, if Raven had had her way, I might�a been yer daddy." Before she could reply he punched her with all his might in the clothed portion of her stomach. The air rockets out of her lungs in one gust. Rogue crumpled to the ground, cradling her midsection and trying to draw in air. "How�d ya like that?" Creed loomed over her, watching his broken knuckles heal before his eyes. "A little gift from Daddy?"
Rogue�s eyes rolled into the back of her head, the pain was excruciating. Creed knelt beside her, "Would�a liked a little girl like you." Lifting her by the hair he forced her eyes to meet his. "Somebody to come home ta�. Somebody ta� love. " He flashed her his predatory smile. "How �bout it Frail? Wanna� play "house"?"
Rogue winced. She sucked in a shallow breath. If this were to be her final act on earth, she�d do it.
A gob of spit, blood, and vomit splattered on Creed�s face. The maniac laughed. The smell offended his nostrils but her defiance was exciting. "Daddy�s girl to the last!" He cried psychotically as he raked both claws across her face. Rogue screamed. Her hands went to her face to keep the shredded skin in place. Blood dibbled onto the mattress, soaking, spreading an infection of red.
"I swear," Creed ranted "Kids today! No respect." He tossed his hands around haphazardly in mock anger and real homicidal fury. "I go through all the trouble of puttin� a roof over yer� head and food in yer� mouth and what do you do? You toss yer� dinner and bleed all over yer� bed!"
One hand took a fistful of hair. The other grabbed the stretch of material between her breasts. "Time for a little payback, Baby!" Like an angry ape with a banana, he tore her from her skintight peal.
Rogue fell naked to the blood-soaked mattress. It squished, soggy against her naked skin. She clutched the remains of her face, whimpering pathetically�

"Oh God," she prayed, "I feel like this has happened before."

Creed hummed a merry tune as he tossed the remains of her clothing aside. Rogue cowered against the wall, trying to cover her modesty with her hands. Sabretooth stepped back, watching her tremble in fear. After thirty seconds of not being touched or taunted, Rogue peeked though her blood drenched fingers. "Please�" she begged.
Creed leered at her, his toothy smile glowing in the antiseptic light. Rogue�s eyes couldn�t avoid the hardness in his pants. "Alright Frail," he growled at her as he undressed, "time to earn yer keep."
"No�" she whispered weakly.
Creed ignored her. "Roll on yer� stomach, ass up."
"No�" Rogue repeated, a little louder.
"Don�t know if that�s spunk or stupid." Creed rummaged through the pile of clothes, producing a wide leather belt. "Spare the rod..." He reeled back and laid into her. She screamed. He continued, leaving big red welts across her back, rear, and legs. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but Creed brought the belt down on any exposed flesh he could find.
The crack, the sting, and his taunts hurt her more than any physical pain. It was like each blow penetrated her soul. Memories, her own this time, flooded back to her. The trailer� her father� the smell of beer on his breath� the unfathomable cruelty�

She stopped struggling and slumped against the wall, tears streaming down her face. "I�ll be good, I�ll be good, I�ll be good�" She mumbled between sobs.
Creed took in the sight of her. Her large breasts and muscular body lay open for his inspection. Her legs were half spread in a sign of submission. The raised welts on her body swelled painfully. He ran his claws through her brown hair. She didn�t recoil from his touch. Her eyes were shut against the stinging blood that drenched her torn face. What remained of her mouth hung open as she sobbed. Her nipples hardened in the exposed air, jiggling slightly with each pained gasp.
Creed let out a sinister chuckle. "Good. That�s enough of yer� sass." He tossed the belt aside, his erect penis wobbling as he turned back to her. "Roll over on yer� gut and git� yer� ass in the air."
Sniffling she did as she was told. All traces of the superheroine were gone. Instead a bruised, abused and confused child was left in her wake.
"Hands behind yer� knees."
Rogue did as she was told. Creed wound up all the slack in the adamantium chain. He was going to need it for what he had in mind. First he coiled it around her wrists. Secondly he looped it around her throat. The chain bound her hands in a way that any attempt to fight him off would only serve to strangle herself. The last bit of slack he wrapped around his own fist, giving him the option of reining her in like a horse. Her ripped open face sank to the blood-soaked mattress, quietly sobbing in a puddle of red. Sabretooth surveyed his prize with sadistic joy.
"Quite a looker, girlie," Creed snickered, "must git� that from yer� momma."
Rogue didn�t respond, quietly sobbing into the mattress.
Creed sniffed at her exposed hind, staring at her swollen lips and asshole. "Mmmhhhh�" he growled a mocking, yummy sound. "It�s lookin� like you�ve bin� waiting fer� this. How longs� it bin� since you had a good buck �n rut?"
Rogue didn�t answer.
"Yeah, yer wantin� it bad," Creed readied his chain and squatted behind her, "and I�m here ta give it to you." The abductor leaned in, lapping at her exposed sex.
Rogue said nothing. She kept her face buried and her ass exposed. She wasn�t hiding per se. She could still hear him. But she couldn�t see his leering grin or smell his powerful musk. The blood and God-knows-what soaked in the mattress was preferable to smelling him. She knew his voice was evil, his smile even more so, but his scent was intoxicating. Raw and powerful it had a chemical effect on her, one she found just as repulsive as enticing. This wasn�t something she wanted to enjoy on any level. Rogue just wanted it over with.
Creed licked her slit in long, powerful stokes, not stopping until after his tongue dipped into her asshole. Her body shuddered as he continued his work. Rogue grit her teeth in silent protest of his invasion. His big, callused fingers kept her spread. He didn�t stop until her sex was sopping wet, at least on the outside.
"Tasty!" he mocked as he rose up behind her, "now git� ready for the main event!"
Rogue hollered in pain and shock as he slammed his cock into her cunt. Creed ignored her cries of protest and he shoved himself into her dryness. She moaned as he painfully withdrew, and screamed as she shoved himself into her again.
"Take it bitch!" Creed ordered as he fucked her hard and fast, "Makes all them years of chastity worthwhile, huh?"
She pulled against her chains, serving only to choke herself.
"Think moist thoughts." The savage psycho mocked. "I�m gonna wear out yer� pink little pussy if you don�t cooperate." Creed never let up, fucking her with the same deliberate intensity he started with. "As far as I�m concerned blood�s jus� as good as any other lubricant."
Rogue collapsed, dropping her face to the mattress again. Her cries degenerated into pained grunts with every powerful trust. The pain let up as her body began its natural reaction. One of Rogue�s eyes opened, but it wasn�t her glaring out in anger. She felt the deep gashes in her face began to close. The sensation brought her a horrid relief. She felt ill, bile churning in disgust, but refused to cry.
Creed giggled, not the chuckle of a man or laugh of a boy, Creed giggled like a schoolgirl. "Yeah baby! Yer cunt�s like fuckin� silk! Oh yeah! Yer� a good little bitch, ain�t ya?"
Rogue didn�t respond. Creed yanked on the chain, jerking her head backward and cutting her off in mid-grunt.
"Can�t ya hear me, stupid?" Creed mocked as he watched her choke. "I�m askin�, "Who�s yer daddy, bitch?"" He roared as he stuffed his cock into her completely.
If he weren�t so busy gloating, he would have noticed the peculiar way Rogue�s spine stiffened, her shoulders broaden slightly, or the welts across her back subsiding. From his vantagepoint behind her, Creed couldn�t notice the new determination in her eyes.
She braced her knees, spreading her hips slightly wider. Creed noticed the difference in the depths he could plunge into her. "That�s the spirit, girlie!" Creed cheered as he sped up his pace, "Take it like a pro!"
"Fuck me."
Creed almost stopped. His super-acute ears perked up. His mind must be deceiving him because he thought she said-
"Fuck me." Rogue whispered in a voice halfway between begging and prayer. "Fuck me, Victor."
Creed threw back his head and roared with laughter. "I knew ya� liked it rough!"
"Fuck me Victor," Rogue repeated, "Fuck me harder."
With a savage laugh the big mutant obliged. "Yeah!"
Rogue spread herself as far as she could. "Fuck me deeper."
Creed adjusted his stance, penetrating her with long quick strokes. "How�s that, darlin�?"
"Its okay-" Rogue panted. "Logan does it better, but you�re okay."
Creed went cold with rage. He yanked back on the chain as hard as he could, forcing her onto his cock and cutting off her air. "What wuz that? What the fuck wuz that!" he growled in outrage.
Rogue gasped and sputtered. Sabertooth jammed his cock into her as far as it would go. He covered her face with his hand, claws digging into her forehead. "I ought�a rip yer� eyes out, Rogue!" to emphasize his point he dug his nails into her skin, blood pooling at the tips. He tightened his grip on the chain, squeezing the life from her throat.
To his surprise, she leaned forward, pivoting her hips against him. In his anger, Creed had ceased the motion in his pelvis. Rogue, her face turning purple with the strain, took over and rocked herself onto his dick. The only sound between them was the gentle slapping of her ass against his belly.
"Damn Rogue," Creed chuckled looking down and then back at her, "yer� insatiable!" He let her have some slack. Rogue sucked in air and dropped to her hands and knees, continuing to back herself onto him. Creed returned to pumping, rage transforming back into lust. He leaned over her, bracing himself with his arms so he was free to fuck her with all the strength in his lower body.
Rogue moaned luridly as their bodies began to work in synch. Sweat began to bead on her back. Saliva dripped from his jaw and trailed down her spine. She was giving as good as she got. Creed could feel her cunt begin to tighten around his rod. His throat began to rumble in a low growl of savage desire. Her body quivered.
Creed grabbed her by the hips, fucking her with a speed he almost forgotten. His senses swam. He could hear each lusty pant. His nostrils filled with the smell of her excitement. Creed closed his eyes as he felt the orgasm build.
There was a sickening crunch as something hard shattered his face. Sabretooth fell to the side, trying to recover his balance as a second blow landed on the back of his head. He�d let himself be more concerned with fucking than revenge. Rogue had goaded him into strangling her, providing her with the slack to free her hands. She fucked him until he got close, close enough to close his eyes. He�d fallen into her trap, a trap she�d baited with her own pussy. It was amateur and it was stupid, and he fell for it.
"I�ll kill you fer this Rogue! Kill you-" his words were cut off by the chain that looped tightly around his throat.
"Rogue�s not here right now," his �victim� said as she placed her heel in the middle of his back. "My name is Carol." She shoved her foot forward and yanked back on the chain. His neck and spine broke with a sickening double �pop�.
Carol Danvers stood over his unmoving form. She shared a body with Rogue, but not by choice. In times like this she could take over, do something that Rogue herself was not capable of. Carol was a former USAF intelligence agent. She�d done time in enemy prison camps and knew exactly what it took to survive. She was familiar with the type of beast that was within Victor Creed, and knew how to handle it.
"Kill� you�" the paralyzed mutant muttered.
Carol kicked him in the shoulder, hard enough for him to roll over. His head to disjointedly flopped to the side at an impossible angle. "How could you, Creed? Rogue isn�t much more than a baby."
"I�ll� git� you�" Creed gurgled as he began to choke on his own saliva.
Naked but not vulnerable, Carol Danvers knelt next to Victor Creed�s rapidly healing body. "Anytime, psycho. I�ll be waiting." She balled up her fist and cocked her arm back, "And I�m not as forgiving as Rogue is."
She smiled. Creed could see fangs gleaming in the light.
Carol wailed on him with all the strength Rogue�s body could muster. She didn�t stop until his head was a pile of blood, hair, and bone fragments. Then she began on the rest of his body. With surgical precision she took him apart, one broken bone at a time.
When her work was done she picked up the tatters of her costume and wiped the blood and bone from her face and hands. As his power faded from her she watched his body tremble. She watched the sadistic mutant heal with abstract fascination.
"That should give me at least an hour." Carol commented to herself as she lay one hand on him, stealing his aura, powers, and psyche. "I�ll need your teeth and healing factor if I�m going to chew my way out of this damn chain."

* * * * *

Logan sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose at what he found. The scent of the sewer was too strong. He couldn�t get a hold on Sabretooth or his missing teammate.
"You find sumthin� yet?" Gambit asked as he searched the walls for any sign of passage. They�d been searching for days but the hundreds of miles of sewers, subways, and Morlock tunnels under Manhattan were a maddening maze. Remy knew them well, but after a few days without sleep his skills were beginning to wane.
"No," Logan growled, wading deeper into the murky water. "We�ll find her."
"Found." a woman called, silently flying above the filth.
"Chere!" Remy called as he ran to her, "You had me worried sumthin� awful."
Wolverine took a step back. Tired as he was, he couldn�t miss the fact that Rogue was wearing one of Victor Creed�s yellow and brown costumes. "What happened to you?"
Rogue flew right past Remy and grabbed Wolverine by the spandex shirt. "Hi�ya Logan." She kissed him on the mouth as the stunned Gambit backed up in shock. Logan went limp in her hands. Rogue tossed his unconscious body over her shoulder. "Sorry to be so forward but my foot�s killing me. I had to coyote my way out of Creed�s lair."
"Chere," Remy gasped, "What�s gotten into you?"
Rogue giggled and extended her hand. "I don�t believe we�ve met. My name is Carol Danvers."
"Remy LeBeau," he responded, recognition flashing across his red eyes. "Charm�d and alarm�d as eveh�." They had told him about this, but Gambit hadn�t met her before. "How long you gonna be sqattin� in mi amour?"
"At least till we get back to the mansion." Carol responded as they began to walk towards the surface. "The Professor has another memory to repress."
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