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Rogue's Kiss	By : Ramsey Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 5767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When it happened it happened fast.
At first Remy had the bemused notion that someone must have drugged him even though he had taken nothing to drink all night. Right before his eyes the tiniest flecks of some silver substance was wafting through the holes of the wall he was against. They flashed in the quickly blinking lights like shining snowflakes. They were actually beautiful but off putting in that he couldn’t figure them out. Looking around at the debauchery of the place, vampires dancing, feasting and some even screwing all over as the event peaked, Remy didn’t think pretty little snowflakes really fit the ambiance.
A vampire passing by paused for a second and rubbed his chest like he had heart burn and gave a dry rattling cough, the kind that really tears your chest from the inside. Then others around him also started to cough. First they were no more than just clearing their throat but then everyone near Remy’s side of the huge space starting hacking and making horrible choking sounds. The Cajun stared in amazement as some started coughing up blood and a few even gouts of fire like some circus trick. Vampires started reeling away from where Remy stood. He felt fine but showed confused amazement on his face. He could see that in a few seconds a full on stampede would by driving towards the only exit, probably trampling partyers as it flowed like a tidal wave. Remy LeBeau didn’t know if trampling could kill a vampire but the ones who fell might wish it did.
Some kind of alarm might have been raised then that something was very wrong but then something else wrong loudly announced itself. At the opposite end there was some kind of loud boom. It was thunderous enough to be heard over the reverberating bass of the music. Remy could even see dark shapes that could only be people flung into the air and come crashing down into the churning crowd that only seconds ago had been trying to push to the door. That end of the space was lit up bright as day by great streaming bolts of lightning that crawled along the walls and ceiling. A second later the screaming started.

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The mutant called Storm stood in a long neglected sewer pipe. Its ceiling yawned high over her head in the darkness but still she was underground. In the dark.
Her breathing was a little fast but that was the only outward sign that she was in any kind of distress. Inside a part of her very soul was screaming to GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
Evan on his skateboard. Evan in class. Evan walking with her. And she also kept in mind the image of the one who had killed him. Rogue was here tonight. Ororo could taste it, feel it in her very bones. She had never been so close to finally ending the creature that had killed her blood and take the vengeance that was hers.
That’s how a severe claustrophobic like Ororo Munroe was able to stand a mile underground in the pitch black and not fall to pieces. She waited like a statue for her signal.
Blade stood ten feet behind her, catching everything. The way her pulse raced and her breath shortened. He knew she was afraid but admired how she barely let it show. Anybody else would just see a beautiful woman standing serenely ready in the dark.
He gave a slight grunt to clear his thoughts as his wristwatch buzzed it was time. Storm’s two brats should be in position and pumping the silver aerosol into the gathering. If he was right all the guests that had a severe allergy to silver would be rushing for the only door. A feral grin curled his lips.
Gruffly he asked Storm, “You’ll be able to tell?”
She didn’t bother turning around when she said in an ice cold voice, “Do not question my abilities. Simply tell me when.”
Blade could swear the temperature actually dropped a few degrees. “Do not piss off this lady.” He thought to himself and not without some respect and he had to admit arousal. Just something about her…
“Do it.” He said.
Storm raised hands towards the opening of the tunnel they were in. There were many off shoots between here and the gathering but Storm said she could control where the wind went. At first all blade could sense was a dropping pressure as she gathered the air from the tunnel and the surrounding tunnels before her, drawing it together into a hard churning mass that Blade was starting to see. It was small at first but quickly grew. A roiling mass of wind and mist with licks of lightning sparking in it. It was silent and ominous, like seeing pitch black clouds on the horizon of a clear sunny day. The kind of cloud that bring a tornado.
And that’s exactly what she hurled down the sewer tunnels, what some meteorologists would have called an F2 tornado but so tightly packed it hurtled down the stone paths like a train. It howled like one as she guided it with her will, not letting any of its power bleed off into side paths. It picked up speed and power and by the time it reached the steel door and its guards there it was unstoppable. It hit the door like battering ram, ripping it off its hinges and hurling it into the space beyond. The guards were no more than debris in the storm’s wake, being thrown helter skelter into the crowd. The tornado raged into the room with the boom Remy had heard and the lightning trapped inside spraying all over the space inside the door, scorching any who were unlucky enough to be near.
Then riding on the wind, disks like thick Frisbees came soaring into the space.
Storm having full control of the wind and everything in it felt when they reached the wide open space.
“Now.” She said. The two way radio in her ear picked it up and sent it to Whistler who with a grin hit a button on the remote control he held in his hand.
In the huge room that had become a huge trap, the disks exploded, raining death.

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Rogue had been trained by the best to tell when things were staring to go wrong. Her senses went into overdrive the moment vampires started coughing and retreating from the back of the club. She knew Remy was back there and even wondered for an instant if he had done something in a mad bid to save his life. A second before a depressed sigh would escape her she heard the huge boom from the front of the club, could even feel the impact of the sound it made. She clearly saw the steel door blown into the air with a bunch of guards like there were all tiddly winks. She was off the couch and about to move to find Merci when the gouts of lightning licked along the walls and ceiling and knew immediately who it was that was attacking.
Storm was here. Here to kill her for what she did to Evan. As if called the ghost of Evan in her head rumbled in his box as if he felt his Aunt close by. She stood numb and watched as some kind of disks, maybe a dozen, whisked into the room on the air. Her keen vampire eyes saw the slots in the side of them open and then hundreds of projectiles came exploding out in great bangs.
Her paralysis broke and it saved her life. Instinct took over and raised humps of bone all over her body protecting her, what felt like several needles bounced and broke off the bone that was now under her clothes and covering her face but all around her when others were hit by them they simply swelled and exploded in great bursts of gore and blood.
Rogue looked around in a panic and saw Merci frantically trying to stay alive. She was fast but wouldn’t be able to keep alive for long no matter how she moved or what she hid behind. Rogue was across the room in an instant and tackled her. Merci gave an indignant squawk but Rogue held her down and called on Evan’s power to grow more bone out of her back. It ripped through her clothes and curved down around them in a dome. They were safe for now but the two girls could hear the screams, the occasional tink of a needle bouncing of Rogue’s shield and the wet burst of people exploding.

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When Storm had said “now” the hunters had started streaming down the tunnels. They hadn’t been able to get too close and they had to run awhile before they got to the now gaping hole into the gathering place. Whistler and some other techies had been able to hack into the cameras and create a loop so anyone watching them wouldn’t have seen the hunters sneaking through the tunnels as close as they could without the guards sensing them.
Now they were bolting down the tunnels and into the opening, seeing absolute carnage. Whistler had explained what he had pulled out of his bags of tricks earlier in the evening. Disks that were spring loaded with a special kind of anticoagulant that while not fatal to humans in small doses would cause a vampire’s blood to boil and expand, eventually causing the victim to simply explode.
When someone asked if it had been tested Blade simply smiled his dangerous grin and said “Frost”.
A low murmur passed through the hunters at that name. The incident with Deacon Frost already more legend than fact.
They had just needed a way to get the disks in and that’s where Storm and her charges had helped. Kurt and Rahne hadn’t exactly been thrilled to be sidelined, going down dark abandoned tunnels to find the back wall with the air holes, but being the youngest you got stuck with the shit work. They had pumped the silver in right when the time told them too, the rest of the party too far and through too much concrete to hear their radio transmission. Their job after was to wait there in case they breached the wall from the inside. If that happened they would set off their own disks.
Before they left Ororo told them they actually had the most dangerous job since they would be strictly on their own without help. However, now waiting with nothing to do as the “fun” stuff happened though five feet of rock, they debated that.
Through the holes in the wall they were able to hear, to Rahne at least, the craptacular beat of euro mixed songs.
They were both leaning against the wall bored now that the initial rush of securing their position had worn off.
“Do ya think we’ll be seeing any action tonight?” Rahne asked Kurt. She was absently poking her fingers into the holes. The amusement of doing this and shooting Kurt smouldering looks had worn off after the first fifteen minutes of it.
“Not if the plan goes the way Furchgift wants it to,” the demon looking boy sighed. Kurt had thought it amusing to try and come up with a cool sounding German name for Blade, so far that and Todklinge had been his only attempts and Rahne didn’t think either would stick.
They had now been here a half hour and releasing the silver had been anticlimactic. The machine was ridiculously easy to use, consisting off just a steel tank and several hoses to be put into the wall. Now they could start to hear the screams and then a big explosion followed by what could only be gunfire. “If it goes how he wants, it’ll be over before it begins, liebe.”
That’s when the wall behind them started to shake.
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