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Torment	By : GreenRogue Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was cold. She could feel shivers running up and down her body as the rough current dragged her under and crashed her against the sharp rocks of the river. She couldn't feel any pain but panicked as her head ducked under the foamy water again and again. Her mind screamed at her to kick, to swim, to fight the strong current that threatened to be her dark grave. She drove her will into breathing as her body refused to respond to her frantic mind. Her vision would grow fuzzy and she just knew that this time would be the last time she saw the gray sun above, the last time she would feel its tepid warmth on her skin. She fought for breath one more time as she burst up from the turmoil rapids and suddenly found herself in the middle of a calm pool of water. Her coughing echoed around her as she tread water for a moment. Her eyes were hazy and refused to focus on the distant shore. She could see a blob of a person standing just next to a large boulder and she waved her hands frantically towards him.
'Please! Help meh!'
'You have your own strength Rogue, learn to control it. Hone it to your will.' The voice sounded desperately close and she almost recognized its deep gravelly quality. She pushed against the water and tried to gain purchase on the sandy bottom but her feet slipped and she dunked back under the cold water. It shocked her system and numbed her mind instantly.
'Maybe I'ah should just stay here. Maybe this is mah home now.' She felt herself sink lower and lower into the dark depths, her mind growing fuzzy from lack of oxygen. She allowed her heavy limbs pull her further underneath and as she felt darkness close in on her and she smiled softly to herself.
Suddenly a sharp yank to her shirt collar pulled her swiftly to the surface and her lungs burned with the air rushing into them. She coughed and sputtered as the mysterious figure pulled her onto the sharp sand of the gray shore. The white sun blazed above them, burning her eyes. She squinted against the light and turned to see her rescuer. A man was doubled over wheezing and coughing the water from his lungs. His damp silver hair hid his face from her blurry gaze. She struggled to crawl to him, her limps heavy from her wet clothes. Her voice cracked as she called out to him and he turned his head slightly to stare at her from behind wet hair.
'Listen to me now Rogue, we are trying to come for you. Please wait for me. Don't give up.' His eyes pleaded with her struggling form as he slowly faded from her vision.
'No, don't go. Wait please. ERIK!'
A hot rush of blood flooded through her body as she bolted up from her feather pillow. Her digital clock glowed in the dark room displaying her the ungodly hour her body woke her up. She ran a hand through her sweat soaked hair and sat for a moment breathing deeply. She glanced about her dark room, the heavy woodwork created imposing shadows from the dim light. Faintly she could see the sparkles of her new ball gown for the New Year's masquerade gala this evening. She had spent the better part of yesterday afternoon stuck with two old women as they fitted it to her. Her skin had crawled whenever one or the other accidentally brushed against her. Even with Nathaniel's new invention, she still dreaded the moment she felt a touch. Swinging her feet over the edge of her bed she stood slowly and flexed her toes against the plush carpet of her floor. She shivered at the simple sensation and smiled at her childishness. Standing slowly, Anna shuffled to the large window that overlooked the gardens and stared at the moonlit snow. Glimpses of dead bushes poked out from under the fallen powder and Anna felt a twinge of sadness at their desolate state.
'Winter doesn't cause things to die Anna, just to sleep.' She smiled sleepily as the warm voice caressed against her mind. 'What are you doing awake my butterfly?'
'I'ah couldn't sleep… bad dreams.' She felt his mental caress leave her mind when a soft knock sounded at her door. She tiptoed across the room and opened it a crack to smile at Nathaniel in the dark hallway.
"You know I'ahm not allowed to have visitors of the male persuasion in mah room Nathaniel. My mother would be aghast and Father would bury you." Essex winked at her and carefully stepped into her room before easing the door shut.
“Then we will have to be sure they never find out my butterfly.” Rogue smiled as he grabbed her hand gently and eyed the bracelet that glinted in the soft moonlight. Faintly she could make out a gleam in Nathan’s eyes as he stared at her face. “I was passing by and felt your need for me. Tell me my love, why are you awake this late?” Rogue frowned suddenly as hazy memories of her dream echoed in her mind.
          “I’ah had some sort of nightmare, I’ah was drowning. I felt so helpless.” Nathan wrapped his arms around her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear to ease her sudden quaking. Carefully lifting her bridal style he gently placed her back on the bed, a quick kiss on the forehead and he was gone. Anna leaned up on her elbow to watch as he built a small fire in the fireplace. The flames danced quickly in the grate and she was memorized by their dancing. For a moment she forgot about Nathan and just watched the flames bounce back and forth, their steady warmth growing in the cool room. As she blinked the shadows moved and she was again staring at Nathan who stood next to her beside. He was roaming his eyes up and down and she remembered the way he had commented on her green dress at the Christmas ball.
          “You really do look quite stunning in emerald my dear.” She blushed as he ran his hand across the satin nightgown that clothed her body, his eyes gleamed brighter now and Anna felt a strange warmth begin to settle in the pit of her stomach from the look in his eye. His hand began to drift lower to the short hem just under her knees and it hovered there for a moment. Anna gazed as his eyes and saw the silent request. Leaning back she raised her arms over her head causing the nightgown to lift higher.
          Taking her response in stride, Nathan lifted himself carefully to lie above her, holding his weight so as to not crush her. His hot breath caressed against her neck and she arched her back to brush her breasts against his chest.
          “Oh my dear Anna, you paint quite a picture in this light.” He slowly pulled the hem of her nightgown over her hips and above her head until she lay naked beneath him. His mouth trailed across her collarbone and down in the valley between her breasts. His hands held her hips still as she started to squirm from the contact. His mouth continued to travel lower until he was gentle parting her thighs.
          “Nathanial what’re-“
          “Shush my love, just enjoy.” She watched through half lidded eyes as he smiled at her and looked between her legs, his fingers trailed delicately over her clit and then his mouth was upon her. She bit into her pillow to muffle the sudden shout of pleasure that wracked her body. Nathan’s hand ran up and down her thighs as his tongue danced over her clit pulling as much pleasure as he could from her. Anna felt her breath gasp in her chest and she whimpered into her pillow. His hands travelled higher to massage her breasts and Anna reached down to run her fingers through his black hair. After a few more minutes his raised himself back on his elbows and climbed higher on the bed.
          “Trust me my dear?” Anna nodded, the pleasure still radiating over her body
          “Always”.
He grabbed her wrists and guided them to rest above her head. He distracted her quickly with a deep kiss, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, taking her breath away. As he kissed her, Nathan carefully clicked a pair of cuffs over her wrists, avoiding the damper bracelet. When he leaned back again he kneeled for a few moments marveling at the creature below him. Her auburn hair glowed in the growing firelight and there was a hint of gold in her emerald eyes. He felt himself grow hard from more than just the power that rested inside of her.
Palming himself through his pants, Nathan stripped himself of his shirt quickly and unlaced the front of his pants. As he took out his cock, he watched as Anna’s eyes grew wide and a slight tremble ran through her body.
          ‘If only she knew.’

The jet ride home had been a somber affair for the riding X-men. Magneto had secluded himself to the back of the jet and refused to speak to any of his companions for the journey. Gambit sat with his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, the sound of his shuffling cards grated on Wolverine's nerves as he stared out the cockpit window towards the racing clouds. He couldn't get the image of Rogue's terrified face from his mind. How had she just been hovering there in midair.
'Ah Stripes, what are those bastards doing to ya in there.' Wolverine cracked his knuckles then his neck to try and relieve some tension from his body. He tapped his foot against the metal dashboard before standing and pacing towards the back of the jet. He watched Magneto out of the corner of his eye as he passed him near the back end of the jet. The man looked haggard; his eyes were dull as he stared into his empty hands. Wolverine felt pity in his heart for the once enemy of the X-men and struggled to find words to say to the depressed man. Instead he grunted and shook his head in silence before stalking back towards the front of the jet.
"Dat man has it bad, no?" Wolverine looked at Gambit for a moment before barely nodding his agreement.
"That he does bub… that he does."
"What are we doing now Homme? Back to de feathered man's idea?"
"What other choice do we have? Something doesn't smell right; I don't like fightin' something I half understand." Gambit rested the cards on his lap for a moment and stared at Wolverine. His red on black eyes glowed under the fluorescent lights of the cabin and Wolverine could smell the fear and anger wafting from the smaller man.
"If I know one 'ting about dis Essex, I know he's dangerous and psychotic. We don't have much more time before de Cherie is lost to us."
"I refuse to believe that." Both men looked towards the darkened corner and saw Magneto staring at them. His eyes were hard with resolve as he stood and joined them. "She is stronger than we give her credit for and I know Rogue won't give in so easily." Wolverine rested a hand on his shoulder and sighed deeply.
"I hope your right bub, but even Chuck is having a hard time sorting out what they did to her. No kid should be subject to whatever it is they are doin' to her mind." They were interrupted briefly by an electronic voice announcing their descent back into the mansion airspace. Each of them sat calmly as the jet descended, their minds a thousand miles away back in the clouds over New Orleans.

"Like, Professor?" Xavier lifted his head from his fist as Kitty stood in the doorway of his study. She was wringing her hands in nervousness as she stared at the tired old man. Xavier sighed and straightened in his chair before smiling at her and beckoned her to come in. She stepped forward quickly and Kurt appeared behind her, his tail swished in agitation.
"Professor, we like, want to help. Rogue is our friend too."
"Ja and mein swchester!"
"And we like, feel horrible for how we like, acted towards her before she disappeared." Xavier could see the color of shame flush in their cheeks and could feel sympathy for the two teen mutants that only wanted to get their friend back.
"I understand Kitty but it's too dangerous. We don't know how these people will…"
"Like, every mission is dangerous. We like handled you and Magneto and Storm when Apocalypse made you his personal puppets and we like, handled that well."
"Ja! And let's not forget all the times we vent against Sabertooth and Mystique and Magneto with his acolytes. Or what about the big sentinel!" Xavier raised his hands in defense at the onslaught of reasoning. He couldn't help but smile slightly as he lowered his hands to his desk again.
"I understand your concern, and I know we put your lives in danger almost on a daily basis but this is different." Kitty crossed her arms and stared at the Professor in defiance.
"This is like, so not different."
"Yes Kitty it is, these people are not out to unite the mutants under one order like Magneto. Or too capture us and study what makes us tick like the government is. The Hell Fire club is out for world domination pure and simple. They find any who oppose them and… destroy them." Kurt hung his head and stared at his gloved fingers.
"Zat maybe Professor but zey have mein swescheter," He raises his eyes and looked directly at the Professor, "An' zat is what makes the X-men dangerous." Kitty placed a soft hand on Kurt's shoulder but never broke eye contact with the Professor as they stared down their case. The professor closed his eyes a moment to block out the sight of his children grown much too quickly.
"Ordinarily I would not even entertain the idea of allowing you to assist in this issue. However, under the circumstances…" If the Professor was waiting for girlish squeals and high fives between the two, he was going to have to wait a bit longer. Both teens stood straighter as he watched and nodded solemnly in his direction before making their way calmly out of his office. He sat for a moment longer, his eyes unfocused on the papers in front of him. A red light started to beep on his phone and he slowly answered the awaiting call.
"Hey Chuck, we lost her. Essex was there and was able to somehow control her. I think you and Gumbo here were right. Frost and Shaw are not the main target's here. We need to rework this plan of ours."
"This is most disturbing news Logan; I'll wait for you in the control room. I'll call Warren as well. His plan is our best option right now." His gruff response was cut off as Xavier ended the call. He waited a moment before dialing Warren's hotel. Few words were spoken before the plan was set in motion. The tired Professor turned towards the giant window behind his desk to stare out at the lands of his parent's home and now his haven for teens and children with mutant powers. He planned and funded a safe place for people like him to grow and learn, without fear of persecution. Now however the times were shifting against them and he could barely protect what he held dear. Lowering his head into his hands he sobbed softly as he thought of the young girl who was only recently made his charge, and then his own savior against a stronger opponent.
'This was not my plan… this was not the future I wanted for them.' Turning back up to the waning moon he prayed he could save his charge, prayed the people he called family would stay safe.
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Anna lay still on her bed for the next few hours watching the sun rise. Nathan had left shortly after arriving saying he would be back in a few moments but that had been hours ago. She fiddled with the bracelet and winced when her fingers came into contact with the forming bruises on her wrists. Her cheeks flushed when she remembered how she got those bruises in the first place.
He had been so gentle, easing into her hot channel while kissing her deeply. Anna had moaned into his mouth at the intrusion and she felt him smile against her lips.
“You are so beautiful Anna; I want to possess you in every form. Please be mine, my love.” Her mind felt hazy with lust and she nodded her consent instantly. He pushed into her with a measured rocking motion of his hips and she panted at the growing pressure. Pulling against the handcuffs he restrained her with, she lift her hips slightly to push back against him. Nathan leaned back and watched as his cock slowly disappeared inside her body. “This will hurt for but a moment my love, I promise.” His fingers found her clit and he carefully circled around the sensitive nub.
Anna couldn’t help but tense when he started to move, the pressure growing inside steadily. His fingers worked her clit and soon he had her panting and quivering below him. His eyes glowed red as he watched his butterfly twist and shout from an orgasm and he took this moment to pull mostly out and wait for her to still. Once her eyes cracked open to look at him, he slammed back into her body and grunted in pleasure. She was so tight, squeezing at his cock, and so wet from her orgasm and the blood of her virginity. The salty tang of sex and sweat filled the room as he built up his momentum.
She had gone still when he slammed into her, pain blossoming from her opening and her mouth partially open from a silent scream. Her wrists were pulling tightly against the restraints and her breasts bounced from the ferocity of his rhythm. As he grew faster, the pain slowly changed to pleasure and she was panting with him, meeting his thrusts by raising her hips. He smiled and grabbed her hips to bring her up faster and harder. As they climbed together, Anna could feel his cock begin to sputter inside and sudden warmth overcame her as she screamed out another orgasm.
Nathan collapsed next to her and they lay panting in the dying ember light from the fire place.
She had never felt anything like that before and a part of her was sad the moment was so short. She had heard stories of first times lasting for hours with tender words and soft caresses, not quick pleasure and handcuffs. Anna sighed before climbing from her bed and making her way to shower. Pulling the bracelet off she turned on the water and stood for a moment in front of the mirror. She turned this way and that, examining her porcelain skin and the bruises left on her hips. Shrugging slightly she bent to grab a towel from under the sink when she felt a presence right behind her.
She jerked to a stand and two warm arms enveloped around her and held her to a broad chest. Nathan’s glowing eyes were staring at her through the mirror and Anna could read the lusty promise in their depths.
“What are you doing my love?” She smiled and raised the towel she grabbed.
“Taking a shower, care to join?” His eyes grew darker and flashed a promise she was too naïve to understand. Slowly he lowered his lips to her neck without breaking eye contact in the mirror. Once his lips made contact the absorption began almost immediately.
Anna stood still as memories and emotions flooded her sense. Images of science labs, mutants tied to tables, unconscious bodies being dumped once there was no further use for them. Then she saw visions of herself, her body straining against restraints on his metal table with tubes sticking out of her arms; His thoughts of her body and the obsessive need to own and possess. Finally she came across a night that was wiped from her mind. A blonde woman was unconscious lying next to her, a limp hand resting against her forearm.
‘It was you! You did this to me!’ Anna cringed against the shouting in her mind and yanked away from Nathan. Stumbling into her bedroom she winced at the pain in her head and squinted at Nathan’s hunched form.
“What did you do to meh?” He gave her a weak smile before straightening his shirt.
“It doesn’t matter now Anna, tonight is your big night, we must have you prepared.” Her door opened suddenly and Emma walked in with her diamond skin glinting in the rising sunlight. She pointed a gun towards Anna who froze on the floor.
“Momma?” There was a load pop in the room and she fell over sideways, a sedative dart sticking out neatly on her neck. Emma lowered the weapon and looked at Nathan with a blank stare and he smiled at Anna’s limp form.

The house was lit brightly in the dark night with white and gold party lights as Warren's limo pulled up the long drive way. The cobble path was shoveled and brushed dry to keep the party goer's clothing from the wet salt. The trees were decorated tastefully with icicle light's and giant Christmas bulbs. Classical music filtered from the wide double doors and the sounds of the guests was a steady undertone to the drifting music. As Warren waited for their turn at the front gate he adjusted his simple black and white checkered mask before watching his companion wring her glove covered hands. He placed a calm hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly in her seat.
"Relax, you'll do fine." Kitty smiled at him nervously, her eyes glittered with nerves from behind her soft pink mask. "Do you remember the plan?" She nodded before taking a deep breath and stared out the window again.
"You're going to distract Shaw and Emma while I look for Rogue. Once I have her I will need to place this nifty little thing on her neck," Kitty looked down at the small microchip that forge had designed for them before continuing. "Then I tell the Professor and he tries to break down what barriers Emma erected in her. Once that's done we'll have Rogue back and escape and like, live happily ever after."
Warren smiled at her softly and tried to not let his worry show through his eyes. She was so young yet and believed so much of the world. Warren hoped she could hold onto this innocence for just a bit longer. As the valet opened the door and Warren stepped out into the cold, Kitty stashed the small lifesaving gadget in her clutch purse before graciously accepting Warren's hand. They meandered slowly with the crowd up the steps towards the entrance. News cameras and reporters lined the sides of the staircase shouting names and questions at the guests of importance. Kitty felt a little shy as one stuck a microphone right past her face to shout a question to Warren. He smiled graciously and spoke quickly, the perfect image of a businessman and playboy of the upper crust society. Kitty watched the people around them and saw several celebrities that would have had the girls back at the mansion squealing in excitement. For now Kitty kept her eye's moving, searching for any sign that Rogue was outside.
'That would be like, too easy.'
Slowly they made their way into the bright entry way. The colored masks and clothes blended before Kitty's eyes and she couldn't help but feel slightly awed at the majestic feeling of it all. Smiles and laughter filtered from the grand ballroom and Warren slowly steered them into a corner away from sight but still have a clear shot of the large double doors. He stood close to her with his head slightly bent towards her ear. She blushed slightly at the closeness and knew they were painting quite an interesting picture.
"Shaw and Emma usually have these large throne chairs near the far right wall. My bet is that they will be there lording over their guests. If their plan for Rogue is what we believe then she will be somewhere in the middle of the dance floor being the perfect hostess. Make your way there discreetly and see if you can pull her from the crowd. We don't really know what her reaction will be to Forge's invention. They stopped talking for a moment as a gaggle of women giggled as they walked rather close by. Although Kitty knew she was not, in any essence, dating Warren; she still bristled at the obvious attempts to win his attention. Warren smiled politely at them but turned back towards Kitty to their annoyance.
"Now, if things don't go to plan…" She silenced him with a short shake of her head.
"This will work, we're the X-men and she's my best friend. This will work Warren." He smiled at her enthusiasm but continued.
"Kitty, we have to have a plan for the small chance this doesn't work. If we can't get Rogue back or if something diverts you before you can get to her, you need to follow the escape plan understand?" She nodded slowly before accepting his offered arm. Together they entered the giant ballroom and for a moment Kitty was awed by its Christmas spirit. Evergreen trees lined the edges of the great room with sparkles of tinsel and bulbs. Tables were scattered around them hosting several people at each with plates of delicate finger foods and glasses of champagne. In the middle, skirts twirled and flowed as the dancers weaved in between each other and across the dance floor. Gales of laughter echoed around them and for a moment Kitty was transported back to a slower time, a grander time where these parties were a nightly occurrence. Warren led her confidently towards the center of the ballroom and joined the swaying crowds for a few minutes as they scanned the faces around them.
"Do you see her?" Kitty shook her head, a sliver of fear and dread was working its way into her mind and she searched for Rogue's familiar white streak. Finally after what seemed like ages she spotted a woman standing just inside the large balcony windows. Her back was to them but Kitty would recognize those curled white bangs anywhere. Nodding her head slightly, Warren followed her line of sight until he too located her through the crowds. He marveled at her deep green gown with a dangerously low neckline. He leaned down to whisper in Kitty's ear, a picture perfect moment of possible lovers whispering sweet things to each other.
"Her skin, be careful." Kitty nodded once before they pulled from each other and bowed. As Warren gracefully made his way towards Shaw and his group of lackey's, Kitty turned and made a bee line towards the refreshments. She smiled at the young man who handed her a crystal glass of champagne and she turned to stare at the dancing crowds. Out of the corner of her eye, Kitty watched as Rogue laughed and smiled with a group of other girls. A young man stood at her arm smiling with the other gentlemen. She seemed calm and in control and Kitty could feel a touch of envy towards the southern belle. She seemed so at home in this atmosphere that it was almost a crime to pull her away from this lie. She watched with bated breath as Rogue seemed to excuse herself and make her way towards a pair of side doors. Her escort had stayed behind with the group for the moment and Kitty took her chance.
'Now's my chance, please work.'

Warren watched Kitty go and turned his own eye towards the dais that held Shaw's ridiculous throne. He sat there wearing regal clothing and a full face mask. Emma was next to him, her posture as pristine as ever. Her own snow white face mask reflected her constant icy stare. Neither were entertaining guests at this moment, preferring to sit above their guests and displaying their power. Warren forced himself not to roll his eyes as he approached the dais and the line of guards before him. Plastering one of his best playboy smiles he raised a hand in greeting to Shaw and Emma.
"Good evening Shaw. Emma you look lovely as always." He stood politely and waited for them to respond. After a moment he cleared his throat and tried again. "So Shaw, Have you head the latest anti-mutant campaign in DC I hear it's-"
"Excuse me Sir." Warren turned to look at a man standing just to the right of the dais. He was wearing a deep red velvet suit; his black demon mask covered the upper portion of his face leaving his mouth free. Warren felt a cold chill shiver its way down his spine at the calculating smile. "The King and Queen are currently not entertaining guests at the moment. Please, enjoy the refreshments." Warren forced a weak smile before turning away to meander back towards the entrance. He leaned against the cold marble wall and watched the stranger over the heads of the other guests. The man stood at his post with an air of self-satisfaction that made Warren uneasy.
'Can you see what I'm seeing professor?'
'Yes Warren I can, I believe that is the Essex man. Be wary of him. For now we need to concentrate on getting Rogue out of there.' Warren scanned the crowds for Kitty's pink dress and mask, finally spotting her as she slipped behind a side door.
'We're almost there Professor, Kitty is following her now.' He smiled quickly to a waiter who held a tray up to him with a glass of champagne. He took it with a nod and sipped slowly as he watched the other guests and admired the decorations.
'Warren… would you look back to the ceiling for a moment?' He obliged, letting his gaze linger on the gauze strips of silver and white fabric. The twinkling lights shown through the thin material making his eyes go slightly unfocused.
'What am I looking for Professor?'
'It's not what you're looking for, it's what you've found. We have to get her out of there now Warren.'
'Why Professor what is it-'
A loud trumpeting sound interrupted his thoughts as several of the guards saluted and parted the guests for the man in the red suit. Warren glanced at his watch and saw there was but a few more minutes until midnight.
'Warren please, something isn't right you have to get out of there!' Warren could feel the Professor's panic through the telepathic link and pushed his way towards the side door he saw Kitty go through a few moments before. He felt a hand snag his shoulder and tried to brush off the stranger. The hand clenched down in a bone crushing grip and Warren grunted at the pain. The stranger forced him to his knees as the crowd parted for Essex who now stood in front of Warren; His cold calculating smile glittering down at him.
"Mr Worthington, leaving us so soon? And just as my protégé was about to make her debut!" He leaned in closer to Warren, his breath tickled the side of his ear as he whispered, "You as well Professor, be welcome in her honored performance, and never doubt the power of the Master again." Essex straightened his jacket and smiled to the surrounding guests.
"My friends! As the new year approaches our honored King and Queen have allowed me to indulge you all with a spectacular show from their darling daughter. She is one of the few, one of the special," Essex smiled mischievously at Warren who struggled against his captives. "She is… A DEMI-GOD!" His voice boomed around the large ballroom as smoke bombs and bright flashes lit up the center of the dance floor. The mechanic sounds of gears and conveyor belts made the floor vibrate as an opening began to form in the middle of the orchestra stage. Bright white spot lights lit up from below and threw a shadow of a young woman as she was lifted from the hole.
'Professor… please tell me that's a magic trick, or maybe… her powers…'
'They haven't evolved Warren… I fear the worst, Magneto and the others are outside trying to get in but their body guards are more than they appear. Hold on for just a few more minutes, help is on the way.' Warren felt his mouth run dry as Rogue finally appeared floating over the smoking hole. Her eyes were closed for the moment and Warren searched her face for any signs of struggle. Her green gown was replaced with some sort of black and metal body suit that left very little to his imagination. Her hair tangled about her face erratically from unseen force. He was so entranced with her that he failed to notice the party guests around him bend to their knees, their faces downcast. Essex was watching her with a rapt lustful expression. He had removed his red jacket and now stood before her with his black shirt open revealing his bare chest.
"My Master, come to your worshipers, we have longed to have you return. Too soon were you cruelly banished from your rightful throne. Come my Master, enter the body and spirit of your design." As he sank to his knees, Warren watched as the roof above them seemed to shimmer and glow with sigils of unknown origin. Their light blinded Warren as they streaked and were absorbed into Rogue's body. She jerked as each sigil collided with her chest. The sounds of thunder came from outside and the windows lit briefly with flashes of light. Behind him there were sounds of fighting and screaming and Warren begged for them to hurry. Suddenly the roof glowed a brilliant white light, that arched into lightening to strike Rogue's body. Her blood curdling scream mixed with his as she jerked from the power that assaulted her. He could hear her pleas of mercy and help as the lightning struck again and again against her frail body. The side door behind him crashed open and he smiled in relief, the cavalry had finally come. He was instead surprised to see Kitty next to him with Mystique not far behind. Kitty phased Warren through the hands of the man holding him and Mystique knocked him back into the crowd. She growled and made a dash for Essex.
"THA'S MY DAUGHTER YOU BASTARD!" Before Mystique could slash her claws through his back she was thrown aside from an unseen force. She landed hard in front of Warren and Kitty who stood shocked at Rogue who, in turn, was staring directly towards them.
"Mortals… mutant and human alike…" Warren's heart sank deep into his chest as he watched Rogue's eyes, the golden light of the flames inside her mind reflected for all to see. "Know now that the power, the fate, the destiny of Apocalypse can never be thwarted."
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