The Losers

Rogue

The pulsing towards the top left temple of her head told her she had been knocked out. If that wasn't enough, the thick red liquid pooling along her hairline was enough to do the trick.

Keeping her consciousness unknown was always the first part of her recovery process. So, taking a mental note of her condition, Calvin began rolling her joints from the bottom up. Each were sore, just like normal, but nothing seemed too Injured at the time being.

Of course from her last episode, her body still begged her for a break. Obviously she wasn't going to be getting that any time soon.

Not hearing anyone in the proximity, Calvin peeled her eyes open and searched the empty room.

It seemed to be a storage crate in a shipping yard.  Piped running along the i side of each wall. This one however, was an empty green color. All that she could clearly make out through the pitch black was the dripping wet walls and floor.

The smell within the crate was moldy and sickening.

Not as much though as the ripping flesh around her wrists.

Tight chains pinned her against the wall, her hands above her head.

Taking in a deep breath too, Calvin tasted the old cloth within the her jaws.

Just where the hell was she?

A creaking door hinge sounded to her right, and immediately she was forced to squint as the sunlight poured in. It burned a familiar sting, the fresh light hitting a pair of eyed that have been secluded for a good time.

Blocking out some of that Sun was a built silhoutte, the man entering quickly and slamming it closed behind him.

After the slam, silence echoed through the empty shipping crate.

Then, step by step he moved forward.

Calvin just watched angrily as the figure made his appearance; and as soon as he did, she couldn't help but surge in anger.

She knew he would do this. She knew he would betray the others.

Rogue was always a backstabbing  asshole, clay just couldn't see it.

But now it was too late. The losers were probably dead. Clay, pooch, Doug, and Jen... They were all most likely dead.

All because they made the same mistake she had made long ago.

They trusted rogue, and he turned on them without the bat of an eyelash.

Rogue killed the losers, rogue went rogue.

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Jake was lined up alongside pooch and coug, each with their hands behind their back.

"On your knees." One of Max's soldiers stood before them. Each were armed with some type of weapon, and it didn't take a genius to know that they were out numbered. 

Suddenly, a group of guards passed by with someone being constricted in the middle. Immediately his heart sped up hoping it was Calvin. Ever since they ambushed him, he hadn't heard from her since.

Maybe she had gotten out.

Maybe she had a plan to help them.

Seeing clay instead of Calvin though, James shoulders fell. Together, the losers made contact with their leader. His face was long, sad, a sense of regret hitting everyone one of them.

Then, without another word, clay said one name that explained it all. "Rogue."

"I said get on your knees!" The man reinforced by kicking Jake's legs out from beneath him sending him to the ground. After, willingly, coug. got to his knees with a look that could kill.

Pooch however, remained standing.

The solder took this as a challenge, and with a smile, he rose his rifle letting three shots go into the legs of pooch.

Both Jen and Coug tried to help pooch as he screamed in pain, but each were pulled different directions.

Horror took Jensen over watching his friend wallow on the ground.

"Look forward." The same man called again walking behind them.

Then, moving to Coug he reached for the hat. "Man, i like this-"

"Dont.  Touch.  The. Hat." Cougar warned locking eyes with the man.

Smiling crookedly, he grabbed it anyway. "I can't just leave it, dont want a bullet hole in it now do we?"

That's when he knew, Jensen understood. They were being lines up for an execution.

Soon enough, clay was right at their side suffering the same fate.

Before it could happen though, Jen looked around in a panic. Calvin wasn't anywhere, she would habe done something by now. Of she was out there something would have happened.

"Looking for your little girlfriend soldier boy?"

This immediately caught his attention. So, looking to the man, he waited for him to continue. "Don't worry, she's still alive- for now." A deep rage burned beneath him. "The pretty ladies got a bounty on her head. A hefty one too. Lots of people wanna get a hold of that ass." Slowly crouching down, he knelt right in front of Jensons face. "I dont see how you couldn't. Man-" he shook his head with a smile "- The way that bitch screams."

With all the power he had, Jenson wound back slamming his head into the man's before him.

He was sent backwards, glasses shattered knocked right on his ass.

Without a flash of pain, Jen stared the man down violently.

"Oh yeah." The soldier laughed as blood traveled down his now gashed forehead. "You're number one on my shitlist now boy."

Then, rounding behind him the man pulled his rifle and pressed it to the back of Jen's head.

All he could do was stare forward though, all of the losers did. Why? Because that's where their rage was directed.

Each one stared him down with hatred. He stood tall, alone, a look of something like regret on his face. But none of the losers back down.

He needed to watch this, watch as the only people who ever had his back were executed because of his actions.

Clay stared his past friend in the eyes, cougar drilled his ice grey gaze into his soul, pooch made sure that rogue knew he was leaving his unborn child without a father. But Jen? Jen couldn't help but look at rogues hand.

It was covered in blood, drips of the crimson red hitting the pavement by his feet. In his blood covered hand shined a metal that dangled with every breath. The chain was broke, the tags were soaked, and in that moment his entire world came crashing down.

That was calvin's blood, those were calvin 's dogtags.

Calvin was gone-

All because of one man-

Because of him-

With a long stare of utter rage into rogues eyes, Jake clenched his jaw and let the dry tear run down his face.

Rogue, his teammate, his friend, his brother. He did this, he killed calvin, and now he was here to watch them die.

The losers were no more, gone, all because of him.

All because Rogue went rogue.