Author's note: thoughts are italicized and in bold (except when there is a telepathic discussion, the main character at that moment will be the only one with their thoughts in bold, this way it'll make the discussion clearer- ex. in ch.2). Either than that I would appreciate if ya'll would review. Also hold in mind that I wrote this a while ago and seeing as I'm going on vacation the next chapter maybe a while in coming. However please let me know what I can improve (and how) and if I should continue.

Disclaimer's notice: none of these characters belong to me (cause then I'd be rich) they belong to marvel, etc. However the story line is mine.

Ideas

By: Dark Elf

He didn't care anymore. The night was as dark as his soul and he didn't care anymore. Nothing seemed to bother him, not even the idea of ruining other people's lives for his own benefit. He had aged in a way no child should age. He knew things he didn't want to know, and he hated the world around him. It no longer mattered to him what he did in this world for he could no longer remember why he shouldn't or why it mattered. The worst part was that he could not remember when he had finally reached this point in his life. All he truly knew was that in the end, soulless or not, this was who he was always meant to be.

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Morning filtered in through the window into Rogue's room. It seemed to come on purpose just to bother her. She hastily tried to return to the welcome dream she had been having by hiding herself in the darkness under her blankets.

"Like come on Rogue! You are gonna be sooo late for practice and Scott's gonna be like super mad!"

Kitty's voice reached Rogue's ear peppy and awake. Rogue peeked out from under the covers.

Aw mah Gawd, that gurl is already dress'd.

Kitty was jumping around the room, putting on her final touches to what she considered her 'super hero look'. Rogue always found Saturday morning danger room practices useless. All they did was get her up early and leave her sore for the rest of the week. She had never understood how Kitty could possibly be so perky in the mornings.

"Geez Rogue, ya know ya need like two hours to put on all that silly make-up of yours, so like you really should get up... seeing as you have like only thirty minutes."

Her precious sleep disturbed and gone, Rogue lifted herself into a sitting position on her bed. She found it amazing that Xavier had ever thought rooming her with Kitty Pryde would be a good idea. She grabbed a pillow and flung it at Kitty, who simply phased right through it.

A bit annoyed with being unable to hit Kitty, Rogue yelled, stifling a yawn.

"Shud up! Yah awe so annoyin'!"

"Well I can totally see ya like didn't get up on the right side of the bed this morning."

"Ma'be if I didn' have yah chirpin' in mah eah all mornin' long I'd be fine!" Rogue was becoming exasperated, which she tended to do right around this time in the morning. Somehow Kitty never seemed to understand that some people liked to sleep. Rogue shut her eyes for a second, friggin' alarm clock, if only she could get a few more minutes of sleep.

"Okay, like whatever, just make sure you're down in the danger room in like twenty-five minutes." Kitty phased out through the door, leaving Rogue alone to get ready.

Rogue stretched and sauntered over to her closet. She grinned. It had just dawned upon her what a good idea it would be to give Shadow Cat a taste of her own medicine.

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"Ah, Mr. Lebeau, such a pleasure meeting with you once more." Nathaniel Essex smiled sarcastically at his guest.

"Non, de pleasure all mine."

Brought forcefully out of his reverie, Remy Lebeau glared warily back at the pale faced man with pointy teeth in front of him.

"You said dis be de last job, Sinister, yo better mean it."

"Of course, I always mean it." Sinister's eyes glowed at his own joke. His lips slightly twitched while he considered how to deal with Remy's insolent behavior. It was never good to let your slaves develop an attitude, he had to find a way to break Remy soon. Essex frowned at the thought that this insignificant thief might actually one day become a force to reckon with.

"You owe me a debt boy and I'll decide when it's complete, don't you ever forget that." Sinister eyed Remy coldly.

"Remy is no boy..." muttered Remy.

"But you cannot call yourself a man, now can you? No man would ever-"

"Get to de point! What do yo want now?" Remy asked with visible impatience. He knew it was a poor reflection on his professionalism, and that Sinister enjoyed it, but he had used up all his patience waiting for what seemed like hours until Sinister would see him.

Sinister slowly turned his head towards his computer. He decided to deal with Remy accordingly later, but now he need this job done while Remy could still walk. With a quick swipe of his fingers he brought up the pictures of a man.

"This is Professor Xavier, he runs a school for the 'gifted', I need you to..."

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