Eighteen Questions, Take Two

Title: Eighteen Questions, Take Two
Author: Terri
Email: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to Eighteen Memories - Logan. Sabretooth and Rogue have a friendly, civilized little chat. Well, not really.
Series: Eighteen #7
Disclaimer: None of them belong to me, sadly.
Archive: Ask, and I'll be happy to.
Feedback: Please! Pretty please?
Comments: This part is really short, mostly to adhere to the "eighteen" format. I'm getting a little obsessive about that, huh?


"Well, well. Good ta see ya again, baby."

"Stay right there. Don't come any closer."

"Aw, ain't you happy ta see me? Didntcha miss me? I missed you."

"Stay right there."

"How you gonna make me, frail? Hmm?"

"I-I'll touch you."

"Ooh, I'm scared."

"You should be."

"You won't do it. You ain't got the balls."

"You don't think so? Do you remember me blowing your head off? Go ahead and try me."

"You don't want me in your head, little girl."

"Why the hell won't you just leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?"

"You got somethin' I want, frail. I mean to get it."

"What do you want to know? Huh? What Magneto knows about you? Is that it?"

"That's it. And you're gonna tell me."

"Did you ever think I might tell you if you just asked? That it's not necessary to torture it out of me?"

"Maybe it ain't necessary, but it sure as hell is a perk. 'Specially with you. I like the taste of your blood, girl."

"What the hell is wrong with you? God, you must be sick."

"Ain't no sicker than that little runt you're runnin' with."

"You don't know anything about him."

"That so? I know he's the same as me. I know he's been fucked with and experimented on same as me."

"What do you know about that?"

"I'm the one askin' the questions, frail."

"Not no more, bub."