Liquid ice is water and the desert can always use more
Title: Liquid ice
Fandom: Ultimate X-men
Characters: Rogue/Gambit/Juggernaut
Prompt: #3 Telepathy
Word Count: 577
Rating: PGish
Summary: It wasn't stalking if it's in her best interest. Was it?
Author's Notes: Semi-spoilerish if you haven't read the Ultimate X-men Annual.
Tracking her down had been easier than Cain had thought. It's not as if she were truly hiding. Sure she had changed her name, and the name Marian made him snort. That bastard had her convinced she was someone else, some fairy tale character so that she wouldn't question what some old man like him truly wanted with a girl her age. He had her snowed that he loved her and cared and that she was the Maid Marian to his Robin Hood and all he was, truly, was a two-bit hood with a lot of lip and too much hair. She was a young girl and he was preying on that to keep her at his side. And dressed like a two dollar whore at that,. She was underage, practically a child. She didn't need to be in sequins and a skirt cut so short that if she bent over...
The more I try, all the faster you'll slip by.
It was that alone that left Juggernaut in a rage as he'd trailed them over the last few days. This was the girl that had sold him out, sent him up and here she was, like bait on a hook, for this skeezy asshole that looked at her with big doe eyes and a smirk and she leapt to do his bidding. He wasn't any different than the rest, except this one didn't make her do anything. He lied to her and cajoled her and made her think she was special to him. Rogue was special, but Cain had no doubt that the Cajun didn't see her for her, but what she could get him.
So vaporize, slide to me like liquid ice. I can see into your eyes.
Like this night. He'd been so careful, nearly a statue as he had watched them. Strolling through that casino like they owned it, looking sleezy and skeevy and sick as they nuzzled and kissed on one another. It was a good thing Cain hadn't eaten or he would have, likely, puked on the pair of them. Which had almost revealed him when he'd started laughing over the mental image of all that poddle curly hair stuck to his head and whiny and wailing about being all messy. Bet Rogue wouldn't see shit in him then.
Until we burn, we never learn.
It would be tonight. He couldn't wait longer. She had betrayed him after standing by him for so long. He had let her go, watched her and let her go to that school. Not a word when she'd become one of them, pretending she wasn't the Rogue he had known. Pretending she wasn't the strong, powerful mutant that had drawn them to bring her into Weapon X. Pretending so long. She wasn't being herself, wasn't being true. He wouldn't stand by and let her be a puppet, a toy. One man after another had made her into their marionette, their plaything. Tonight it would end. She would see the truth if he had to beat it into her. Or more importantly, into that silly, arrogant bastard. She couldn't just do what she'd done to him and walk away. Cain wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't ever allow it.
Why is it so, we never know what we have until it's gone?
Tonight, tonight she would know the truth. Tonight Cain would make sure she knew how it had made him feel. Tonight she would be his.
Fandom: Ultimate X-men
Characters: Rogue/Gambit/Juggernaut
Prompt: #3 Telepathy
Word Count: 577
Rating: PGish
Summary: It wasn't stalking if it's in her best interest. Was it?
Author's Notes: Semi-spoilerish if you haven't read the Ultimate X-men Annual.
Tracking her down had been easier than Cain had thought. It's not as if she were truly hiding. Sure she had changed her name, and the name Marian made him snort. That bastard had her convinced she was someone else, some fairy tale character so that she wouldn't question what some old man like him truly wanted with a girl her age. He had her snowed that he loved her and cared and that she was the Maid Marian to his Robin Hood and all he was, truly, was a two-bit hood with a lot of lip and too much hair. She was a young girl and he was preying on that to keep her at his side. And dressed like a two dollar whore at that,. She was underage, practically a child. She didn't need to be in sequins and a skirt cut so short that if she bent over...
The more I try, all the faster you'll slip by.
It was that alone that left Juggernaut in a rage as he'd trailed them over the last few days. This was the girl that had sold him out, sent him up and here she was, like bait on a hook, for this skeezy asshole that looked at her with big doe eyes and a smirk and she leapt to do his bidding. He wasn't any different than the rest, except this one didn't make her do anything. He lied to her and cajoled her and made her think she was special to him. Rogue was special, but Cain had no doubt that the Cajun didn't see her for her, but what she could get him.
So vaporize, slide to me like liquid ice. I can see into your eyes.
Like this night. He'd been so careful, nearly a statue as he had watched them. Strolling through that casino like they owned it, looking sleezy and skeevy and sick as they nuzzled and kissed on one another. It was a good thing Cain hadn't eaten or he would have, likely, puked on the pair of them. Which had almost revealed him when he'd started laughing over the mental image of all that poddle curly hair stuck to his head and whiny and wailing about being all messy. Bet Rogue wouldn't see shit in him then.
Until we burn, we never learn.
It would be tonight. He couldn't wait longer. She had betrayed him after standing by him for so long. He had let her go, watched her and let her go to that school. Not a word when she'd become one of them, pretending she wasn't the Rogue he had known. Pretending she wasn't the strong, powerful mutant that had drawn them to bring her into Weapon X. Pretending so long. She wasn't being herself, wasn't being true. He wouldn't stand by and let her be a puppet, a toy. One man after another had made her into their marionette, their plaything. Tonight it would end. She would see the truth if he had to beat it into her. Or more importantly, into that silly, arrogant bastard. She couldn't just do what she'd done to him and walk away. Cain wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't ever allow it.
Why is it so, we never know what we have until it's gone?
Tonight, tonight she would know the truth. Tonight Cain would make sure she knew how it had made him feel. Tonight she would be his.