Alrighty, well here goes nothing. I hope enjoy this little beggining..!
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He watched in slow motion as the beam connected with her back and burned through her uniform. It was his fault. His fault...he watched her fall, auburn hair flailling wildly as she was struck down. The sequence was shut down, and the room returned to the normal surroundings, the deep steel of the danger room. She lay there, in pooling blood, as he stood astonished...his fault. She was hit with the shot from his visor. She got in the way..it was an accident. The others surrounded her and Wolverine had already scooped her up in his arms, taking her to the medical ward in a sprint. He simply stood...Rogue was dying, and it was his fault...
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"Scott...it wasn't your fault." he heard Jean's voice drone for the millionth time, but he sat in a chair outside the glass windows of the medical ward, watching Logan, Storm, and the Proffesser speak to eachother around Rogue's comatose body. They looked so hopeless as they spoke. He had never seen Logan's features so dark. And it was then he stood, placing one hand over the glass, upon Rogue's fading image. The cold glass seemed to scream, and laugh in his face. He couldn't take it any longer, and he looked away bitterly. The picture of Rogue hooked up to tubes and blood would never fade from his mind. She was paler than ever, if that were possible, and thought ever so violently of the fault he had layed upon her. A murderer, he was.
"Didn't you know I loved you?" he whispered, closing his eyes as the tears finally came.
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This was just a prelude...I hope you all like, let me know if you want it continued?
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He watched in slow motion as the beam connected with her back and burned through her uniform. It was his fault. His fault...he watched her fall, auburn hair flailling wildly as she was struck down. The sequence was shut down, and the room returned to the normal surroundings, the deep steel of the danger room. She lay there, in pooling blood, as he stood astonished...his fault. She was hit with the shot from his visor. She got in the way..it was an accident. The others surrounded her and Wolverine had already scooped her up in his arms, taking her to the medical ward in a sprint. He simply stood...Rogue was dying, and it was his fault...
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"Scott...it wasn't your fault." he heard Jean's voice drone for the millionth time, but he sat in a chair outside the glass windows of the medical ward, watching Logan, Storm, and the Proffesser speak to eachother around Rogue's comatose body. They looked so hopeless as they spoke. He had never seen Logan's features so dark. And it was then he stood, placing one hand over the glass, upon Rogue's fading image. The cold glass seemed to scream, and laugh in his face. He couldn't take it any longer, and he looked away bitterly. The picture of Rogue hooked up to tubes and blood would never fade from his mind. She was paler than ever, if that were possible, and thought ever so violently of the fault he had layed upon her. A murderer, he was.
"Didn't you know I loved you?" he whispered, closing his eyes as the tears finally came.
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This was just a prelude...I hope you all like, let me know if you want it continued?