RELENTLESSE : an X-men Evolution fanfic by Iczerman

1

"WHO in the world is THAT with Professor X?" Asked Rouge, suspiciously.

" I hope she's a new student." Said Kurt with widening eyes. " I wonder what her mutant power is?"

" Having huge breasts is not a mutant power." Said Jean Grey.

" That is one smart lady." Said Logan, coming up from behind the trio. " She's Amy Brigand-Anderson and she's giv'in this institution a shot in the arm when it comes to cash, to the tune of one billion dollars- and that's billion with a "B'."

" If she's so rich-how come I've never seen her picture on the cover of People Magazine or something?" Rouge's eyes narrowed as the Professor and Amy walked toward them.
" For one thing-some people like their privacy." Answered Logan.

" I would buy 100 copies!!!" Said Kurt enthusiastically. " With a figure like that..it would be a collectors item for sure!!"

"Quiet you youngsters..here they come-try to be polite for once." Commanded Logan.

Rouge looked up and down at the visitor and wondered how she could walk with a waist so small and breasts so big. The long dress she wore hugged every curve and was cut in such a way as to show quite a bit of cleavage, but this stranger seemed very much at ease wearing such stuff. Professor X apparently had no trouble looking her in the eye and not looking at-other things.

When they passed by Amy gave her such a warm smile that Rouge couldn't help but smile back. Just as they passed, her knees started to buckle.

" What the-." Rouge fainted into Logan's arms.

2

" That was probably the best night sleep I've ever had." Thought Rouge as she tried to pry her eyes open. But the first thing she was startled her. It was like two flesh-colored watermelons were pasted to her chest. Suddenly sitting up she blinked her eyes again, thinking it was a dream. But it was no dream, jutting out from her chest were two huge masses of firm flesh..her nightshirt stretching almost to ripping. Unconsciously she put her hands underneath her breasts and hefted them. She was torn between the sensations from the weight of her breasts and the swelling or her biceps.

" Wait just a darn minute." She said to herself when she then realized how easily she had sat up. She walked over to the mirror her mouth dropped. The grey pallor of her skin was gone; in its place was the color of a perfect complexion, her face having soft, rosy cheeks. She slowly reached up to touch her soft, supple skin when she felt her biceps balloon, the stretching of her skin almost felt..tingly. She then stepped back to look more carefully at herself. The Rouge that looked back at her was a totally different woman, but still the same in many ways. She still had her deep red hair with her trademark white trim framing her face. She was still the same height, but her shoulders looked close to twice as wide as before. Looking closer she saw that her frame remained the same, but it was her shoulder muscles that accounted for the increased width. She looked to the left and then to the right, the force of habit wanting to make sure no one was looking. She then slowly flexed her biceps, the feeling of her skin stretching as they rose higher and swelled larger sent a wave of confidence through her mind. Gone were any feeling of inadequacy or self-doubt. She knew instantly she was much stronger than she was only a day earlier.

Yesterday-what happened exactly? All she could remember was that Brigand- Anderson girl smiling at her and then all went blank. Rouge knew she didn't touch her because she was a good three feet away from her. So how did I?!? Ohhhh..she said to herself. I was too busy looking at that Anderson girl's huge boobs to notice how thick her arm and shoulder muscles were. Come to think of it-she was more massive than the Beast. I must have absorbed something-but what could that be? She unconsciously put her hands and her hips and again noticed how she had changed. Her abdominals had deep crevices separating them. She felt around back to her larger and firmer derriere, down the backs of her shapely legs. Her calves were much larger but her thighs did not grow that much larger, but were firm and when she flexed them all the major muscle groups swelled out in bold relief.

" Wait a minute." She said to herself again. " Why am I not going -yuck-or-Oh How GROSS-or something like that? Why do I all of a sudden feel-okay- about this situation? I'm actually starting to like this." Rouge rummaged around in her wardrobe for something suitable to wear. Her elastic tube skirt still fit-although it was a tight around her rear end and a little loose around the waist. Her bra's were out of the question-not that she needed one. But a top that would fit..that was a problem.

" Jean..this is Rouge." She said on the phone. " I kinda need a little help, could you ask Logan if I could borrow one of his tee-shirts-yes..one of his bigger ones-I'll explain when you get here."

3

" Where's Rouge-what have you done with her?!" Demanded Jean.

" I'm still me, but just -.packaged -a little differently." Answered Rouge." Could I have Logan's shirt now-I don't want to be indecent." The XX large t- shirt was not large enough to fully cover Rouge's new assets. She ended up tying the bottom of the shirt into a knot, exposing her muscular midriff.

"You touched..what's- her 'name, you must have." Asserted Jean.

" Then how do you explain this?" Rouge pumped her right bicep, sending the massive peak higher and larger. Jean could hear the sleeve stretch almost to tearing. "

Besides-having huge breasts is not a mutant power. YOU were just looking at how big her boobs were." Scolded Rouge with a smirk. " Evidently there's much more to her than we thought.

" One thing is evident, we sure are-perky-.aren't we."

" Can't help that." Said Rouge. " Men like it anyway--.um-." Rouge hesitated. "I can't believe I just said that. What the weird part is that I now understand why I said what I said when before I didn't."

" Could you- like-.run that by me one more time?" Asked Jean .

" I will on the way to breakfast-.I'm hungry!" Rouge was practically out the door.

" Since when did Rouge ever make it to breakfast?" Thought Jean.

***

" Hey Rouge!" Called a male voice in the crowded hallway. "Who'd you suck THOSE powers from?"

" Huge breasts are not a mutant power, honey." Drawled Rouge sweetly. " The effect is temporary so you'd better enjoy it while you can!"

It took only a few seconds for all mouths to open and eyes bug out from the moment Rouge and Jean entered the dining area. " Rouge is trying not to notice all the men gaping at her." Thought Jean, her face turning red when she saw Scott looking at Rouge for just a little too long.

" Ahh-food! I'm starved!" Rouge's attention was directed to her plate, which was soon piled high with eggs, pancakes and toast. Walking over to an empty table she stopped short. " How does that Anderson girl eat with her breasts that big?" She thought to herself. " I guess I'll have to sit side-saddle-ladylike and all." As she sat down she crossed her legs, the short skirt inching up her firm thighs far above the knee.

Jean and Scott soon sat down at her table. Jean noticed that even though Rouge tore into her breakfast, she paid a lot more attention to her table manners that she had before, not one stray crumb found its way to her napkined lap.

" Rouge?" Scott coughed. " How did you come by-.."

" Huge breasts are not a mutant power." Interrupted Jean, jabbing Scott in the ribs.

" I was referring to Rouge's-..new makeup and lipstick." Stammered Scott.

At that moment Logan burst into the room. " Breakfast is over, kids." He bellowed. "Magneto kidnapped the Professor!"

***

" Magneto has never done anything this bold before-it's sooooooo not his style." Commented Rouge as they made their way to the professor's office.

" What happened to you-is that one of my t- shirts you're-.stretch'in?" Asked Logan.

"Don't know exactly, haven't touched anyone recently." Answered Rouge.

" Looks like you've been hitt'in the gym-.sure like to see what you can do."

" Is that all you want to look at? You men are all-.." Jean froze from Logan's icy stare.

"Here's the ransom note-it names the amount of money and where we're supposed to deliver the money. That shipyard has all that loose metal lying around-just what Magneto likes to play with. It smells like a trap." Logan handed the note to Rouge.

" It's a trap all right -but it's not Magneto that's behind it" said Rouge. "Since when does Magneto ask for money? He's more interested in power. And to leave a note? He's much to smart to leave something that we could use later as evidence against him."

Everyone slowly nodded their heads-surprised that they agreed with Rouge's logic.

"I-guess we have a new-..expert analyst." Said Logan scratching his head. "Everyone suit up and move out!"

4

The old Bayville shipyards were recently closed. A new, modern facility was built further up the coastline. When the X-men arrived they were greeted with sheets of armor plating, six-inch thick I-beams and baseball sized iron nuts and bolts on the ground and leaning against buildings.

" He chose the perfect playground." Muttered Jean. What surprised her was that Rouge was now in front of the line along with Logan, something she had never done before.

Wolverine's senses were on high alert. He could smell something, but it wasn't Magneto or Sabertooth.

" It's quiet-too quiet." Said Wolverine suspiciously.

Suddenly he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and yanked off his feet. The next thing he knew he was 50 feet from where he was standing just a second ago, Rouge was by his side.

" What the-!" Growled Wolverine.

Looking back he saw the rest of his party succumb to a greenish, gaseous mist. Cyclops, Jean, Storm and Nightcrawler were now incapacitated.

" Sorry about that." Said Rouge. " I didn't have time to warn you or the others when that canister landed in front of us. All I could do was grab ya and try to git away-quick like. I guess I jumped further than I thought I could. It's just you and me now."

" Whoever this is, he wants us alive. And it's not Magneto or else we would have sheets of metal flying around us by now." Snarled Wolverine.

" Flying sheets of metal you say?" Said a cocky, voice. Out from behind one of the buildings stepped someone that could of looked like a waiter in a trendy coffee shop. His spiked hair had highlights of purple and he wore what Rouge grudgingly admitted were some pretty cool-looking sunglasses. " Well-.here's your order! Enjoy!"

A giant slab of thick metal flew towards the remaining X-men. Wolverine barley dodged the flying wall of iron. Rouge easily moved just enough to escape being crushed against the buildings gaping hole-at least there was a hole there now.

One after another of the plates of iron flew towards them, and time and time again they were dodged by Wolverine and Rouge. He noticed that at every move..Rouge was advancing closer to their assailant. One more dodge and a mighty leap brought Wolverine to Rouge's side-she looked calm-.he couldn't smell one bit of fear on her. She looked like she found something funny about their situation by the smirk on her face.

" What's so funny." He snorted.

" This character is an amateur." Rouge said disdainfully. "He may have Magneto's powers but he doesn't know how to wield them. A master like Magneto can take all these nuts and bolts laying around throw them all at us at the same time. How could we dodge 200 pieces of metal each the size of a baseball? This guy can only throw one large chunk of metal at a time. Let me deal with this jerk."

" What can you do-.um-..oh-" Wolverine stared while Rouge deftly dodged another sheet of flying metal and at the same time picked up an I-beam that was close to eight feet long and what must have been six inches thick of hardened steel. The sound of metal screaming as the I-beam was torn in two was something Wolverine hadn't heard before. Rouge tore the metal easily as if it were a thin sheet of paper. She now advanced toward their prey-for that was what he was now. Every sheet of metal that came flying at Rouge was swatted away. Wolverine ran up behind her, that now being the safest place in the whole shipyard. He could see her biceps and forearms swell with power each time she batted an offending hunk of metal back toward their victim. Her fingers dug deep holes in the steel so she could have a good grip.

" These are working out just fine." Said Rouge casually. " These steel clubs are giving me leverage so a flying piece of iron won't take me along for the ride-OH-did you see that Wolverine? The gem that's around his neck-it flashes each time he throws something at us. It must be magical."

" I see the gem-but it ain't flash'in."

" That's odd-look out-here comes another one." Rouge backhanded another I-beam away from them. " Why doesn't this creep just yank these I beams from my hands- or send me flying away with them-guess the thought didn't occur to him-what a dork."

Rouge picked up her pace as she marched toward their prey. The waiter realized what was going on and started to panic. He started to back away from Rouge's advance.

Bigger and bigger pieces of iron flew toward the two X-men, each one batted away effortlessly. Soon the waiter turned tale and ran into a derelict cargo ship. The opening he ran through was soon blocked with more sheets of iron.

What looked like careless non-chalance, Rouge walked toward the pile of debris and with two strokes (one forehand and one backhand), sent the whole pile of metal flying into the nearby harbor. Unafraid, she walked into the abandoned ship, apparently not slowing her pace.

" Don't you think it's -kinda unusual-for you to be do'in what yer do'in? It's not every day I see someone swat a pile of iron and sent it fly'in." Wolverine thought it was a good idea to try to use a more respectful tone of voice. Rouge never stopped her steady pace toward the Waiter.

" Somehow it seems natural for me to be able to do these things, to be this strong and capable. Normally I would kinda freak out at the thought-.but I have other things on my mind." Replied Rouge over her shoulder.

This particular vessel once served in the military and came equipped with compartments that had specially made ultra thick metal doors. Rouge saw the Waiter run into one of these cubicles and the heavy door closed with a ground-shaking clang.

Wolverine lept past Rouge and slashed at the door, his adamantium claws were fully imbedded up to his fist in the metal. But he could not withdraw his claws.

" Must be made of some special alloy or someth'in" He muttered. " Can't pry myself loose."

" Here, let me try, honey." Said Rouge sweetly. She put her fingers into each gash a peeled away the metal like she was peeling a banana, but the metal screamed at the violation. When wolverine was free, Rouge put her hands into the newly formed cracks and slowly spread apart the three-foot thick door. The waiter was on his rear end, cowering in the corner.

In desperation the only sheet of three inch thick metal left flew at Rouge's head. The projectile was easily caught.

" You musta thought I was trying hard opening that door slowly, I wasn't. Let me show you." With hands quicker than Wolverine had ever seen, Rouge tore the sheet apart in less that 1/10 of a second. She walked slowly over to the awestruck figure and with one hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up off the ground. The gem around his neck was subsequently removed.

" What does it take to stop you?!?!" The Waiter choked.

" A lot more than you've shown us darl'in." Drawled Rouge.

" Wh-wh- who are you?"

" I'm-.." Rouge paused. " Relentlesse."

5

" Anything you can tell us..Ms. Anderson?" Asked Professor X.

" It appears to be an enchanted gem-low level." The gem was surrounded by a clear blue light as it was levitated above Amy's up-turned palm.

" I wouldn't call a gem that can endow anyone with a mutant's powers "low level'." Snorted Logan.

" In my estimation -.it is. What puzzles me is that enchantable gems are not found on earth. They have to come from-.other dimensions." Amy handed the gem to Professor Xavier.

" And how would you know that?" Logan was suspicious.

" Experience." Said Amy plainly.

" In any case this is a cause for concern. I was abducted in a blink of an eye and found myself in a small room. Someone was approaching me wearing a similar gem and I had to use all my powers to-convince-the person that to extract any information from me would be futile. I remember passing out from the exertion. Those gems must have a measure of protection from telepathy, or one must be conscious in order for the X- ability to be replicated, which means Magneto may have something to do with this."

" Or he may not." Added Amy. " How did that person get a hold of a magical item like that in the first place? Maybe it was a test of some sort. But by whom?"

" I wish I could remember more of what happened." Sighed Professor X. " The next thing I knew I was being wheeled into the X-jet by Logan.

" That kid was really cooperative, especially with the Rouge dangling him over the side of a cargo ship." Said Logan with smug satisfaction. " She also cleared the way pretty good in order for us to get to you. I hope whoever employed those guys had good health insurance benefits."

" Which brings up another curiosity." Said Professor X. " Rouge's mutant power is the ability to absorb the powers of other mutants. But her transformation, although temporary, yielded some very-.remarkable results."

" Yeah..I'll say." Drawled Logan.

" Yet she says she did not touch you. I myself do not remember her coming that close to you, but apparently she did absorb some of your-..attributes."

" I have no plausible explanation." Said Amy. " But I have been told on more than one occasion that I have a powerful life force or chi-depending on your school of martial arts. She may have absorbed a small amount." Amy shrugged her shoulders.

" A small amount..wait just a minute-I saw her do things Juggernaught can't do. What does that say about you?" Logan's eyes narrowing.

"It says that we are all special in some way." Answered Amy simply.

" Indeed." Professor X wheeled himself to the window, staring out into the night.

THE END