A Rogue's Tale

Defending a Girl's Honor: Part 1

Chapter Nineteen: Defending a Girl's Honor

Rogue returned home within an hour. She was about to go up to her room to start her homework when she heard Pietro's voice call out to her.

"Hey, Rogue, how are you and Freddie boy doing?" he asked. He stood in the doorway with a smug look on his face.

"Why are ya so interested?" she asked as he flipped a coin in one hand, while using his arm to lean up against the door opening.

"Because I know you're both lying," Pietro said and he zipped next to her just as she tried to climb the stairs, but he blocked her way. "I saw you run into that bathroom, and then that x-freak went in after you."

"That doesn't prove anythin'," Rogue said and tried to move his arm, but he wasn't budging.

"I heard everything you said," he said with a laugh. "Mystique would love to hear what I know. She would love to know her golden girl is nothing but a slut."

"Shut the fuck up, Pietro," Rogue said, bringing up her gloved hand to hit him, but he grabbed her and twisted her arm around her back. "Let go of me!" She screamed.

Pietro slammed her against the wall as she tried to break free, but he was way too fast. "Maybe you're lying about others things too, like your powers."

His mouth was close to her ear and his skin was so close it almost touched. "Why don't you find out, asshole?"

"Not until you confess," he said concentrating on not touching her but still getting as close as possible. He let his guard down, and Rogue was able to move her left leg. She moved it slightly and tangled it around his leg and jerked it until he lost his balance.

She quickly removed her glove and as he fell unto the stairs she touched his exposed arm. After that she knew exactly what he knew and had every intention on confronting him about it.

Just as Rogue knocked Pietro out cold Fred walked through the front door. When he happened upon the scene he had a look of shock and concern on his face. "What happened to him?" Fred asked looking down at Pietro's unconscious body.

"He knows," Rogue said, looking sullenly at Fred. Her lips trembled a little, but he looked more freaked out than she did.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked. He scratched his head as if he were trying to find the solution. Then an idea popped into Rogue's head and look the on her face brightened.

"Blackmail him," she said, but Fred looked confused. "For now, take sleeping boy up to his room, and make sure he can't get loose until we have a chance to interrogate him.