Nm110bonus

Due to time and space constraints, quite a bit of the stuff hav and deathchicken wrote for this mission never made in onto the screen.

Here's Rogue's.

Rogue and Wreck were taken through the ceiling to a very bare bones room. Three blank walls, blank floor, blank ceiling. The fourth wall appears to be a massive big screen television. Rogue is sitting on the floor, cross-legged, looking dejected when Wreck arrives. She quickly gets up, tries to take the barbed wire off, fails, and settles for removing the apple.

"Some rescue this turned out to be, huh?" She looks incredibly sad. "Not only did I not manage to get you out, but Strange is off being…whatever'ed, and now the whole team's stuck here. At least we're together, I guess."


Rogue shrugs.

"Round 'bout two weeks, near as I can figure. Some weird things happened, it's hard to describe. Anyways, what's big red's beef? And why isn't he doing anything to the rest of us except putting us in boxes? In your time, did you find anything out about this protocol he brings up?"


Mephisto suddenly appears in the room.

"It appears the rest of your merry troop has moved to the negotiation phase. Therefore, I believe our negotiations should occur."

Mephisto smiles at Rogue. "My dear, I realize that what you desire is the safe return of all your charges, including Jason, to the Earth dimension. I am prepared to offer that…in exchange for your immortal soul."

Rogue doesn't blanch, and spits at Mephisto. "Not likely."

"Well, I suppose I understand. I'm sure your current predicament is quite splendid. However, I will offer each of them the chance to sell their souls to me, individually, for various things, and I propose a wager. If a majority of them refuse the bargains, I will allow the lot of you to return to Earth. If a majority of them accept, I will allow the lot of you to return to Earth, except Jason, in exchange for your immortal soul."

Rogue says, "Throw in Jason and you have a deal."

Mephisto shakes his head. "It's not that simple, my dear. I could allow you to sacrifice your soul for his now, and I will return you to Earth, to claim the soul later. And no temptation towards the rest, I promise."

Rogue shakes her head. "My terms or nothing. You want my soul, that's how you get it. I have faith in the New Mutants. Or at least the majority of them."

Mephisto laughs and shakes on it, then disappears. The monitor wall shows all of the individual NM in their individual cells.


"Uh, could you stop saying vaguely creepy stuff? Do Ah look in any shape to be deliverin' abominations right now?"

Rogue frustratedly indicates the entire room, basically.


"Ah'm sorry sugah, but that don't make no sense whatsoever to me."

Rogue shrugs.

The two of you see Marisol and Zephyr refuse temptation, and Rogue gets sort of excited, although she was nervous about Zephyr for a moment (possibly because of her own past), then you see Heatwave sign his soul over.

"You know, I sort of figured he would, but come on! I can't believe Mephisto just gave him what I already got (well, and the Jubilee thing, but there are exceptions there you can drive a truck through)."

Rogue seems sort of pissed off about it.


"Well, you know Lex. He's nothing if not impulsive. I do think that he was the most likely to jump, though, so I'm pretty sure that I can still win the bet. I'd actually kind of thought that Zephyr would give in too, glad to see he didn't. I'm kind of concerned about the others…not sure if Curt and Nadia will make the right decision or not. But I think I'll be fine…if I didn't, I wouldn't have made the wager."


"Well, he said reincarnated, which means you get a new body."

Rogue thinks for a second.

"Oh hell. You might end up Lex's kid. I'm so sorry."


"You know, I'm just now beginning to build some sort of sick appreciation for the guy. This is all just a big game to him, on some level, and I'm sorry that you being Lex's kid is the punchline."


"Uh. Maybe his protocol on a wager is different than his protocol on a contract?"


Rogue considers, then just kind of sits there with her jaw agape.


"But, uh, what can we come up with?"

Witnessing what happens in Reflex's room, Rogue shouts, "THAT'S NOT FAIR! AND DISGUSTING! But mostly, not fair."


"Yeah, but, you know, I don't especially want to lose my soul or anything. I kind of like it where it is, and I think I officially won."


**And Here's Wreck's **
Rogue and Wreck were taken through the ceiling to a very bare bones room. Three blank walls, blank floor, blank ceiling. The fourth wall appears to be a massive big screen television. Rogue is sitting on the floor, cross-legged, looking dejected when Wreck arrives. She quickly gets up, tries to take the barbed wire off, fails, and settles for removing the apple.

"Some rescue this turned out to be, huh?" She looks incredibly sad. "Not only did I not manage to get you out, but Strange is off being…whatever'ed, and now the whole team's stuck here. At least we're together, I guess."

Sitting on the floor next to her, Wreck hangs his head.

"On the bright side, I'm no longer in the B-movie horror trap. More than I can say about the last few….."

He pauses.

"……it dawns on me that I don't know exactly how long I've been here."

Rogue shrugs.

"Round 'bout two weeks, near as I can figure. Some weird things happened, it's hard to describe. Anyways, what's big red's beef? And why isn't he doing anything to the rest of us except putting us in boxes? In your time, did you find anything out about this protocol he brings up?"

"Not a thing," Wreck replies, gloomily. "From those demonology books I found scattered around the mansion though, I'd assume he has to follow some set of guidelines, lest the cosmic whammy come down upon him."

He shakes his head.

"Maybe he promised the others to one of the other demon things? Like the big burning head. He was negotiating with him over Strange right before you got here."

Mephisto suddenly appears in the room.

"It appears the rest of your merry troop has moved to the negotiation phase. Therefore, I believe our negotiations should occur."

Mephisto smiles at Rogue. "My dear, I realize that what you desire is the safe return of all your charges, including Jason, to the Earth dimension. I am prepared to offer that…in exchange for your immortal soul."

Rogue doesn't blanch, and spits at Mephisto. "Not likely."

"Well, I suppose I understand. I'm sure your current predicament is quite splendid. However, I will offer each of them the chance to sell their souls to me, individually, for various things, and I propose a wager. If a majority of them refuse the bargains, I will allow the lot of you to return to Earth. If a majority of them accept, I will allow the lot of you to return to Earth, except Jason, in exchange for your immortal soul."

Rogue says, "Throw in Jason and you have a deal."

Mephisto shakes his head. "It's not that simple, my dear. I could allow you to sacrifice your soul for his now, and I will return you to Earth, to claim the soul later. And no temptation towards the rest, I promise."

Rogue shakes her head. "My terms or nothing. You want my soul, that's how you get it. I have faith in the New Mutants. Or at least the majority of them."

Mephisto laughs and shakes on it, then disappears. The monitor wall shows all of the individual NM in their individual cells.

Wreck suddenly mumbles, closing his eyes. His voice takes the same strange tone as before.

"The abomination. He's here, somewhere. Bring him to me, before all is lost."

"Uh, could you stop saying vaguely creepy stuff? Do Ah look in any shape to be deliverin' abominations right now?"

Rogue frustratedly indicates the entire room, basically.

"It's not my fault!", Wreck stammers. "It's somewhere in this hellhole, and I don't even quite know what I'm talking about, just that it's here and I really don't think I want to see it but it probably could get us out of here and it's all Dillan's fault that it found me."

"Ah'm sorry sugah, but that don't make no sense whatsoever to me."

Rogue shrugs.

The two of you see Marisol and Zephyr refuse temptation, and Rogue gets sort of excited, although she was nervous about Zephyr for a moment (possibly because of her own past), then you see Heatwave sign his soul over.

"You know, I sort of figured he would, but come on! I can't believe Mephisto just gave him what I already got (well, and the Jubilee thing, but there are exceptions there you can drive a truck through)."

Rogue seems sort of pissed off about it.

"That was dense," Wreck says somewhat dejectedly. "Pretty much asking for the baby to eat it on his second birthday, on the dot. Even I could see through that one, and I'm the one who got stuck here to begin with."

"Well, you know Lex. He's nothing if not impulsive. I do think that he was the most likely to jump, though, so I'm pretty sure that I can still win the bet. I'd actually kind of thought that Zephyr would give in too, glad to see he didn't. I'm kind of concerned about the others…not sure if Curt and Nadia will make the right decision or not. But I think I'll be fine…if I didn't, I wouldn't have made the wager."

"I don't know Nadia very well at all. But yeah…..I have my doubts about Curt. "If I was in his position, I'd probably sign too."

Wreck shakes his head. Then a strange expression crosses his face.

"…..wait, did you agree to give me another body when and if I go back? My old one sort of got destroyed."

He raises a hand, then thrusts his other one completely through it.

"See?"

"Well, he said reincarnated, which means you get a new body."

Rogue thinks for a second.

"Oh hell. You might end up Lex's kid. I'm so sorry."

Wreck blinks.

"……is it too late to agree to stay here instead?"

"You know, I'm just now beginning to build some sort of sick appreciation for the guy. This is all just a big game to him, on some level, and I'm sorry that you being Lex's kid is the punchline."

Watching Sephula on the monitor, Wreck groans.

"Well, there you go. I've figured him out. According to the order of the deals…..meaning anything these guys is signed is null in the face of what you signed. And as for me….."

He stops.

"……well, I didn't actually SIGN anything with him. He just sort of grabbed me for the lifetime full of misdeeds and one really good deed."

"Uh. Maybe his protocol on a wager is different than his protocol on a contract?"

Wreck scratches his head. Then looks on in confusion for a second as his hand passes through it.

"Wait, everyone else is being made to sign in blood or whatever. You did no such thing, Rogue. You just shook on it."

He chuckles weakly.

"What happened to his precious protocol?"

Rogue considers, then just kind of sits there with her jaw agape.

"Think about it though," Wreck says quietly. "If your deal with him is negated, then he gets whoever agreed to sell to him here with no strings attached, other than the ones he himself attached. That's very bad."

"But, uh, what can we come up with?"

Witnessing what happens in Reflex's room, Rogue shouts, "THAT'S NOT FAIR! AND DISGUSTING! But mostly, not fair."

"Yeah. Like I said, he got us good. Or at least he will, if we don't come up with something before he gets finished with the rest of his deals."

"All I can think of is that we should use what we know. There isn't currently any sort of binding contract in place with you, so you're free to MAKE one if you'd like."

"Yeah, but, you know, I don't especially want to lose my soul or anything. I kind of like it where it is, and I think I officially won."

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