Authors Notes: A brief look at Rogue. Disclaimer: I don't own evo, if I did... -drfits off into a daydream- She's Still Rogue.
She stares into the mirror in front of her to remind herself, to remind them, she's still her. She's still Rogue.
No matter how many people crawl under her skin and into her overpopulated mind. She's still Rogue.
The delicate fingers of her left hand snake up and rest gently on the silent reflection of her lips. She's still Rogue.
They psyche's scream as they're savaged by the demons dwelling in her past. But she's still Rogue.
They feel the same sickly dread and aching loneliness that she had. But she's still Rogue.
They shriek in agony as they suffer her every calamity. They soon break. Fall into the churning darkness, contorting into yet another demon to sit in the septic shadows of her mind. She gazed into the mirror.
She had survived. Where they had lost the fight and became the very monsters they feared, she was Still Rogue.
She would always be Rogue.
Fin.