Title: Trent Reznor's A What?
Part: Five
Disclaimer's, Note's, etc. In part one
a/disclaimer: I'm using the members of NIN without knowing what they're like,
except from what I've seen from the Closure video. They belong to
themselves... heaven help me should they read this... and lets hope they
wouldn't sue me for some sort of defamation of character... I LOVE THEM.
(Trent mostly). This is a fake story anyway... made up in my mind. Okay?
Good. On with the fic...
OH! And this one's kinda long... sorry, I couldn't help it.
Rogue glanced around the airport. Someone was supposed to be picking them up,
but they had no idea who.
"Well, we can go get our luggage... then look around?" Kitty suggested.
"Ah dunno... Trent said for us ta wait here."
"We've been waiting for twenty minutes." Kitty moaned. Rogue was being
understanding of Kitty's current whining mood. The whole Pete thing had upset
her, and she'd been sick three times on the flight.
"Kitty and Rogue?" A man approached them.
Rogue though she'd die. It was Danny Lohner, one of the band members. Mocked
for being a pretty boy by his fellow band mates. "Yes?" Kitty asked.
"I'm Danny. Trent sent me to pick you up." He smiled at them.
"Hi." Rogue said, gasping for air. He was as gorgeous as he was in the
videos.
He smiled. "Come on, Trent'll be mad that we're late." He led them down to
the luggage pick up and they quickly got their things. "It's kind of weird,
you know. Trent having some teenage fans over at his house. It's not really
him."
"We know an old friend of his." Rogue explained, figuring he must not know
Trent was a mutant.
"Yeah... that's what he said." He shrugged.
"So, what are you? His butler... or chauffeur?" Kitty asked.
"He's in the band." Rogue said with a giggle.
"Not a fan?" He asked Kitty.
"Not really." She blushed. "Rogue's the goth music fan."
"Goth music... right." Danny laughed.
"What?" Kitty huffed. "That's what it is... isn't it?"
"Not really." Rogue said. "It's called industrial."
"Oh... big difference." Kitty said.
They walked outside and there was a long black limo at the curb. "That's our
ride." Danny said.
"Wow." Both girls said, jaws dropping to the ground.
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"Are you going to be okay?" Kitty asked, peeking into the room Rogue was
given.
Rogue hadn't spoken one word since they'd left the airport. She'd managed
nods and shakes of her head, but she was too in awe of Trent and his house...
and his zillion dogs on the front lawn that tried to attack them to speak.
Rogue stared up at Kitty. Her eyes glazed over.
"Earth to Rogue?"
"Oh... my... god... Kitty... we're in Trent Reznor's house." Her eyes wide.
"Yeah? We kinda knew we'd be here."
"Ah know... but we're really here. Ah kinda didn't think we'd actually be
here. And, he's so... perfect... in person." She fell back on her bed. "Ah
never wanna leave."
Kitty laughed, sitting on Rogue's bed. "This house does put the mansion to
shame."
The classic New Orleans style house, interior done in rich, dark materials.
Antique everything. Fan artwork, sent to Trent, decked the walls. The scant
servants decked in old fashion style outfits.
It wasn't that it was bigger than Xavier's, it was that it was classier. To
Rogue, she couldn't imagine how someone lived in such a place. It was more
like a museum than a home. But she loved it.
"That guy Danny... he's cuter than Trent, though."
"Trent is perfect." Rogue said with a glare.
"Speaking of which... he said dinners at five."
"Ah can't go out there... Ah'll make a bigger ass of myself."
"Too late for that. Come on... I'm hungry."
"Well, you wouldn't be if you hadn't of puked up breakfast."
Kitty made a face. "Come on."
"All right. 'Sides... I need ta talk ta him 'bout somethin' anyway."
"O-kay." Kitty said as they walked down to the dining room.
"Ah swear Ah've seen this in a movie." Rogue whispered.
"That's probably where he bought this stuff from."
"Hey." Trent said as they entered. "You unpack and everything?"
"Yeah." Kitty answered. "The room's great."
"Glad you like it." He smiled. "And you, Rogue?"
"Yeah... it's real great." She was proud she'd been able to speak.
"I wanted to talk to you before dinner." He told her. "Kitty, the game-rooms
down the hall, someone will get you when dinner's ready."
Kitty pouted, then gave Rogue a "you'd better tell me everything later" look.
"All right."
Trent led Rogue into a library. "What'd you wanna talk about?" She asked.
"I actually had a feeling you wanted to talk to me."
Rogue sat down on a plush, velvet covered chair. "Right... my guardian used
ta do that ta me... she's a precog, too." Rogue laughed. "Ah hated it 'cause
she always knew when Ah had done somethin' bad or when Ah got a bad grade in
school."
"When I was a kid, I knew I was gonna be famous. At first... I did everything
I could to not be." He shrugged. "It was what I was meant for, I guess."
"When we had talked on the phone... you'd said you'd had a vision of me..."
"Yeah. They've never been to solid. I just saw a girl, you, crying... not
able to touch anyone. That's the only time I'd had a vision about someone I
didn't know."
"That was it?" She asked.
"Yeah." His dark brown eyes filled with sadness. "It must be tough."
"What?"
"Not being able to touch."
"You get used ta it." She looked down, tears welling in her eyes. She had
hoped he'd know if she'd get control of her powers or not.
"Even if I did know... I couldn't tell you. That was one of the first things
Charles told me. Never tell anyone what I see. It would influence you too
much, and maybe it wouldn't happen."
"Ah understand." She said.
There was a knock on the door. "M'sieur Reznor, dinner is ready." A maid said
coming in.
"Thanks." He told her. Then he held out his hand to Rogue.
She slipped her hand in his and he helped her up. Unfortunately, his hand
slid up her arm, making contact with her skin.
"What the fuck..." He muttered, trying to pull away, but his super strength
kept his grip on her arm.
"No!" Rogue screamed. She couldn't do this to Trent. "Let go!"
The maid rushed back in and pulled a sobbing Rogue away from Trent. He fell
to the ground, unconscious. The maid knelt by him and called for help,
glaring at Rogue.
"Ah'm so sorry." Rogue sobbed, over and over.
Danny and Kitty were the first ones to rush in. The only other people in the
house at the time were the servants, who crowded in the doorway.
"Shh... it's okay." Kitty said, rocking Rogue in her arms. "He'll be fine."
"What happened?" Danny asked after shouting to one of the servants to call
Trent's doctor. The others had left, taking Trent to his room.
"It was an accident." Rogue whimpered.
"What did you do to him!?!"
"Rogue's a mutant." Kitty said, angry with how he was acting. "So am I. When
she touches people, she absorbs their energy. He'll be fine. It was an
accident."
Danny looked down. "Sorry. I didn't know. Did Trent?"
Rogue nodded. "He was helpin' me up... it was an accident."
"We know." Kitty said, trying to soothe her with no avail. "It's okay."
Danny smiled. "Yeah. Trent will probably think it'd make a good song or
something."
"He shouldn't be out long." Kitty offered. "I'll take you to your room." She
helped Rogue up.
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Rogue was laying in her bed. Angry, hungry, just all around upset. Trent's
super-strength, and her inability to control that, made it impossible for her
to eat without crushing the silverware to dust.
She kept telling herself that it would go away.
But, that became the least of her problems whenever she closed her eyes, even
if to blink, she kept getting flashes of Trent's memories and of herself and
the other X-Men, fighting robots, and people she'd never seen before.
She saw something that she figured might make Kitty happy. Kitty and Pete
kissing. Of course, that had a bad feeling along with it.
"Damn it." She muttered into the darkness of the room. Her eyes lifted to the
painted red ceiling. A flash of eyes... red eyes, kept appearing in her mind.
Red eyes in a pool of black.
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Rogue shut her eyes, welcoming the blackness, assuming it meant Trent's
powers had gone away. But soon she found herself in a tunnel. She glanced
around, panicked. "Hello?" She called out.
"He-elp me." A voice called out weakly.
Rogue snapped around to where she heard the voice. There was an old man,
deformed. A mutant, uglier than she could imagine. Blood poured out of his
side.
There was a flash and a suddenly Sabretooth appeared out of nowhere, ripping
the mans head off. Blood splashing everywhere, coating Rogue.
The man didn't even have time to scream. But there were screams of others.
All deformed somehow. All pale from years obviously spent out of the sun.
Rogue watched in horror as more people killed others. Soon the X-Men arrived
and started to fight. But they were no match for the people they were
fighting.
Rogue began to run... away from the what was happening. It became difficult,
blood streaming on the ground, causing her to slip more than once.
"Traitor!" A man screamed, kicking a near lifeless form on the ground. A
woman looked on sadly and pried the man away.
"Come, Harpoon, we have a job to finish." She stated.
With that the two were gone.
Rogue ran over to the person, to see if he was still alive. "Are you...
okay?" She knelt down by him, wounds all over his body. In his arms, a baby.
A little girl, bones sticking out everywhere.
"Have t'get out of here..." He muttered, staggering away. "Have t'save de
baby."
Rogue put her hand over her mouth, stopping a sob from escaping. Not too far
from where he had been was a pile of human body parts.
Her hand, however couldn't stop the scream from passing her lips.
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Rogue sat up in bed, screaming. She soon stopped when she realized she was no
longer in the tunnel or cave. She was shaking all over, wanting nothing more
than to crawl into a whole and die after what she'd seen.
She got up and pulled a robe on, wiping a bit of sweat off her forehead. She
then went to Trent's room, easily sneaking past the nurse who sat sleeping in
a chair in the hall.
She knelt by the side of his bed.
"Ah dunno how you can deal with this." She whispered. "It's drivin' me nuts.
Your memories... Ah can see why you sound so angry in your songs. Makes my
life seem normal. Ah keep seein' someone... and this place... and all these
people are dead..."
"It wont last much longer." Trent said.
Rogue turned around, startled. "You're okay."
"I feel like I've been hit by a fucking truck." He laughed, sitting up.
Rogue laughed weakly. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I should of seen it coming."
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Trent's powers were gone by the next day. Rogue was free of them, and glad
for that, too. Trent was up and about. Leaving for his studio a little after
twelve, several appointments waiting for him there.
Rogue and Kitty walked around the French Quarter and The Garden District,
amusing themselves with watching the locals. Looking for guys that Kitty
would deem "cute or not."
They drifted to Nothing Records Studio and begged Trent to leave work early.
They wanted to eat dinner at a restaurant they had seen. Pure class. The kind
of place you'd have to get all decked out for.
"I'm busy." He said, motioning to the few people sitting in chairs,
patiently, outside of his office.
"We're bored." Rogue said. "Some host you are."
"I'm not from the south. The words southern hospitality mean nothing to me.
Have Danny or Robin take you."
"They don't like me." Rogue pouted. "Guess they don't shine too much ta the
fact that Ah put you inna coma."
"Come on... take us..." Kitty begged, using the best weapons in her arsenal,
her big puppy dog eyes, batting her lashes. Hey, if it could warm Logan,
Trent should be a snap.
"Why don't you two just go?"
"The whole reason for us comin' was you."
"Well, you two can stay here... but I can't leave."
Rogue and Kitty sat down the sofa in his office. "Fine. We'll wait here."
He shook his head and laughed. "I'll take you guys Friday."
"We're girls... and... Friday's our last night here." Kitty said.
"It's Friday or not at all." He shrugged.
"Friday works for me." Rogue said.
"Fine." Kitty said, then she and Rogue left the building. "Let's go max the
Professor's credit card."
I didn't want to get into too much New Orleans detail since I've never been
there. The next part's the last one. They're still in New Orleans. And I
promise we'll see two very familiar Cajuns, (however brief their appearance).
It might just be longer than this one, too. I'm still workin' on it. n.m.v.