Rouge x Wolverine [X-men Fanfiction]

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Sorry I haven't been writing for a while...... I had to attend a wedding.... I wantted to be the flower girl but they said I was to young..... I mean that was nonsense... But whatev... I ended up being the... Well one of... The bridesmaids.... Hope you enjoy ;)

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-Wolverine

"Another one?"

I nodded my head.

"You sure do drink a lot." The bartender said while picking up a man's empty glass.

"And that concerns you why?" I looked up at the bartender. Glaring my eyes at his crooked nose.

The bartender laughed. "What's with the additude.... All I said was you drink to much..." He was rubbing some grease off the glass cup.

The bartender then looked down at me. He had the most disgusting, tangled beard..... It was distracting from the rest of his face. He picked up some yellow alcohol and poured some more in my glass. "Why do you drink anyways? You wanna forget something?"

I shifted on the stool. Why is the bastard asking me so many damn question. All I wanted was a few drnks. I didn't like conversations. If anything, I came here to avoid talking to people.

I gulped down the alcohol, letting it dissolve in my system before I thought of a responds. "The same reason why you keep asking me questions. I want to learn more about myself."

"And drinking gonna help with that?" He grinned, placing the cup on the dirty counter.

"How about you stop talking, bub." I spit, throwing the glass cup on the floor.

Glass shards from the cup that I threw on the floor became airborn. Cutting me on the arm and the side of my face, But I brushed off the pain and stared at the smirking bartender.

He laughed. "You should put that temper to good use."

I was getting frustrated talking to these guy. I sat back on the backless stool and cupped my face with my hands.

I just hated it when people remind me that I am not complete. I am not a whole. I don't remember my past and no matter how hard I try, nothing seems to tigger my memories. I feel like I'm living someone else's life.

The bartender patted my back. "It's okay kiddo. You'll find what your looking for sooner or later." He put he's hand back on the counter. "The name's Rick by the way."

Rick looked at me expectantly. As if he was waiting for me to tell him my name. Just because you throwing your name everywhere doesn't mean I have to as well.

I looked up from my hands to face Rick again. "Cool."

Rick shooked his head for a moment before saying. "Look. I can see you are build up with a lot of rage. But at some point in your life your gonna have to let it go."

"I don't have no rage."

"Whatever you say. My point is. Why don't you do something about the way you feel instead of getting drink and forgetting even more." Ricks voice became raspy and deep as he whispered in my face.

"And how do you suppose I do that?"

"We have matches here. You know." He grinned. "We bet on whose gonna win and whose gonna get there asses kicked."

I rolled my eyes. "So you have illegal fights in a bar."

"Yea and so what kid. Don't be a prissy bitch about it. It's for fun. And think about... If you win you get half of the betting money while the rest goes to me of course."

I lifed my hands from my face. "Why do you want me to fight so bad?"

"I don't like seeing loyal customers.... Hurting."

"Look thanks for the offer.... But I'm good right now."

"Suit yourself." Rick shook his head like he understood but I could sense the smell of hate and anger. But he was good at hiding it.

I got up from the stool and paid Rick for my drinks. I was heading for the exit. Walking in a slow pace.

"You stupid bitch!"

I turned around and was faced with a very short young man who had dark skin and nice cut hair... Maybe his in his twenties..... was holding a knife in his hand, facing it at me.

"Can I help you?" I purposely came off rude. At this moment I wasn't up for any fun or games. I just wanted to sleep.

"'Can I help you?' You dumb ass motherfucker. You spilled my drink and now you getting smart with me. Who the fuck you think you are?"

The man pulled me by my shirt, close to him in a threatening way. But I wasn't
intimidated. "I think I'm someone you don't want to mess with right now."

The man laughed wickedly. Eyeing me. "I will give you two seconds to make a bitch out of yourself and beg for mercy so I don't beat the shit out of you."

I stayed quiet. I wanted to see if was actually a man of his word.

"One." The man raised his hand and clutched it into a fist.

"Two." He punched my jaw with extreme amount of force. My head jerk to the side causing me to lose my balance.

The man leaped on my back. Holding onto my neck he jumped off of me and throw me over his back.

People in the bar started to gather around us. Cheering for the man as he punched me repeatively in the face.

The man kicked me over to my side. He leaned to my earvand whispered. "You, bitch, should not be here."

He slowly walked away and headed towards the adoring fans.

That son of a bitch. I felt my body healing already as I slowly began to get up on my knees.

"That's all you got." I said, wiping the drool off my mouth.

"Oh so you want more. I guess you are a bitch after all."

Anger started to spread all over my body because of his cockiness. I was on my feet now in fighting position.

The man ran to me ready to strick. I grabbed his fist that tried to hit my face. He hit me it the stomach with his other face fist. Though this time it didn't really hurt.

I tightened my grip on his hand and he winced. "I don't really wanna fight right now, so you lucky.

I punched his stomach with full force, sending him flying. He landing on a wooden table that broke in half because of the force I used.

Every one was shocked. The stared at me in horror. Backing away. Some even running out of the bar.

I was breathing heavily out of my nose. Anger still consuming me.

Rick came to me and patted my shoulders. "You sure you don't wanna join kiddo?" He asked.

I thought for a second befre saying. "Where do I sign?"

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