Hey there everybody!
I really wanted to try writing a spooky fic, so I sat staring at my blank computer screen for hours when this thought popped into my brain! I was thinking of 'Date with Destiny', then I thought 'aha! Dancing with Death'! Woohoo!
I tried really hard to get Kurt and Rogue's accents correct, so sorry if you can't understand them. Just say the word how it looks and you'll more than likely get it. Example: 'naht' = 'night'. Rogue language ^^
Enjoy!
'Dancing with Death'
By IwillMarryJustinTimberlake a.k.a. Tatum
The figure surveyed the scene, peering down at the body on the floor. A pool of bright red blood seeped from the tangled mess, flowing towards the figure slowly. It stepped out the bloods way, watching it trickle down the steps of the GYM. A smile snaked its way along its pale lips, barely visible by its long black hair.
It turned around, moving away from the body of the boy, and headed for the door of the GYM, not making a sound even in the wide hall.
Something moved from behind the door, the sound of footsteps echoing around the hall. The smile vanished from the figure's face. It started running, it's immensely long legs carrying it forwards like a bullet out of a gun. Slamming the doors open with the flat of its hand, it came to a stop in a dimly lit classroom.
Just ahead, Marie Rogue crouched under a table, holding her knees tightly against her chest. The same words raced through her mind 'oh God oh God oh God oh GOD!' She didn't dare breath, holding it in until her chest ached. Crouching down deeper into the shadows, she watched the figure's feet moving noiselessly across the room.
"Come out, come out wherever you are…" She heard it whisper, in a girly breathless voice.
'Hell no.' Rogue thought back, not daring to move. It'd killed Kurt; she'd seen it. But it hadn't killed him by shooting him or stabbing him. It'd killed him by dancing with him.
Hugging her legs tighter, her eyes widened as the buckled boots of Kurt's killer stopped by her table. For a few seconds everything was totally still and silent, the only noise her own heart hammering in her ears, a million times amplified. But then the figure bent down to look under the table and Rogue screamed madly as two burning red eyes bored into her from the sockets of a skull, framed by long black hair.
~*~*~*
"Rogue?"
Rogue's eyes flew open. Kitty Pryde looked down at her, her brown eyes riddled with confusion.
"Are you, like, ok?" Kitty asked, her eyebrows knotted. "You were totally screaming your head off." Rogue blinked.
"Was ah?" She dislodged herself from her tangled bedsheets and sat up on her elbows, flicking the strands of platinum out of her eyes. "Sorry, Kitty."
"What were you dreaming about? It, like, sounded totally awful." Kitty sat on the edge of Rogue's bed, straightening her nightgown. Rogue stared around the dark dormitory, her dark eyes wide. Every shadow seemed to loom out at her, their long fingers reaching to grab any part of her they could.
"Ah-ah can't remember…" She shook her head vigorously. Kitty yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
"Just take a sleeping pill and go back to sleep."
"After what happened last tahme? 4am, rattlin' 'round in the medicine cabinet, took an E bah mistake... spent the rest of the naht tellin' ma posters 'ow much ah love them."
Kitty's eyes widened and she slowly lowered her arms to her sides.
"Like, what were you doing with Ecstasy in the cabinet anyway?" She asked.
"Ah lived with the Brotherhood. You sure you wanna know?" Rogue answered darkly.
"Not really." Kitty shook her head, making her brown hair bounce on her shoulders. "But are you ok?"
"Yeah, Ah'm fahne."
"Then I'm going back to sleep." Kitty slipped off the bed and clambered into her own, yawning again as she pulled the sheets over her head. Rogue squinted at the clock on the table in-between their beds. 2:10 in the morning. She sighed deeply and buried her face in her pillow, blocking out the shadows.
She couldn't tell Kitty about the dream. She was sure Kitty wouldn't have laughed or made jokes, but she just didn't want to cause a fuss. Kitty would tell Jean and Jean would tell Scott, etc etc until it was around the whole school. She certainly didn't want Scott to think she was mad, of all people.
It was only a nightmare after all, her own fault for staying up late with Bobby and watching scary movies. There were no freaks with skull heads running around the school GYM and Kurt was still alive. She'd heard him teleport to the toilet before she fell asleep.
She didn't feel her fingers crossing themselves under her blanket.
But still… it had been so real. She could still hear the scream ricocheting around her brain, still see the blazing eyes of the creepy skull bitch branded on the inside of her eyelids. 'Well,' she thought to herself, 'ah suppose its better than havin' Lance dreams…'
Think of something else, anything else… she urged herself.
Scott…
Not him!
Pietro…
Certainly not him! Ack! Think of nothing…
That's better.
~*~*~*
BAMF!
Kurt Wagner appeared by the side of the table in a whirl of blue smoke. Everyone was too used to this by now for it to startle them.
Rogue eyed him from her usual corner. He didn't look dead… it was just a nightmare… but still, she couldn't shake off the look on his face in her dream. Lying in a tangled mess on the floor, his eyes wide open, blood pouring from his mouth, soaking his fur…
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, bringing out the lighter shades of turquoise in Kurt's hair. Rogue held back a yawn, still tired out after not having much sleep. She hadn't dared close her eyes for ages last night, every noise distracting her.
"Erm, Kurt?" She spoke, shifting on her chair. Kurt looked up from his cereal, a milk moustache around his mouth, sticking to his fur.
"Ja, Rogue?" He answered in his thick German accent. Rogue glanced around the table. No one was paying any attention to her. Kitty was talking to Jean about something she couldn't hear and Scott was still in the kitchen.
"Ah don't suppose y'ave any friends with skulls for heads do ya?" Rogue tried to keep a straight face, as if it were a perfectly normal, everyday question. Kurt blinked his yellow eyes at her, wiping the moustache away.
"None zat I can zink of, no." He raised an eyebrow. "Vhy?"
"Nothin'. Just that, if ya do meet someone with a skull head… don't… don't go dahncing with it, k?" Rogue blushed.
"Erm… ok…" Kurt lowered his eyes back to his bowl, swishing his tail nervously.
"I'm, like, a little bit worried about Rogue."
Rogue lifted her eyes to the other end of the table where Kitty and Jean were talking. Looking down at her gloved hands, she strained her ears to listen to them.
"Why?" Jean leaned closer to Kitty, her chin resting on her linked fingers.
"She told me this morning that when she lived with the Brotherhood, she, like, took Ecstasy." Kitty whispered. Rogue felt her stomach drop.
'Why did she have to tell her that!' She thought furiously. 'It was an accident! And it was private! I'm gonna kill Kitty…'
Jean rolled her emerald green eyes. "She lived with Avalanche and Quicksilver. Wouldn't you be a little depressed?" She laughed.
Kitty didn't answer, just blushed.
"Oh right… Alvers… I forgot…" Jean grinned. Kitty blushed even more, her cheeks turning crimson.
"Can we, like, change the subject?" She mumbled quickly. Jean started to stand up, stacking her and Kitty's breakfast dishes.
"Don't worry about Rogue." She shrugged. "We'll all keep an eye open for her, nothing will happen."
Rogue watched Jean walk out into the kitchen. She could feel both Kurt and Kitty giving her uncomfortable looks. Unable to stand it, Rogue excused herself and left them, rushing outside and slamming the door.
It was a dream. A nightmare. Nothing to worry about. And Kitty didn't need to fret; she didn't take the drugs on purpose. They weren't even hers. She'd never asked who's they were and didn't really want to know. Tossing the white streaks of hair out of her eyes, she began to walk to school early.
Now Scott was going to think she was REALLY mad. Even Skull Bitch's life was starting to sound appealing…
~*~*~*
Tatum: Well, I hope you liked that chapter! I know it was a little boring at the moment, but it all adds to the suspense! And hopefully, the number of reviews I get… **evil snicker**
Pietro: You promised I would be in the first chapter!
Tatum: I know, sorry. I had thought of making you the dead body in Rogue's dream but I changed it to Kurt at the last minute. It made it easier for her to talk to him, you see. At least your name was mentioned.
Pietro: Hm, yes, but not my beautiful face.
Tatum: Pietro, said beautiful face will appear in the next chapter. I promise.
Pietro: Goodie.
Tatum: And just be glad you weren't the dead body. Do you really want your beautiful face to be all over the floor?
Pietro: Depends how tastefully done it is.
Tatum: **sighs** Boys.
Anyway, my delightful readers… you see that button in the left-hand corner that says 'send review'? Well, PLEASE push it… **puppy dog eyes** Oh and excuse me for the E thing… I heard it on a show and thought it was really funny… but I know Rogue doesn't take drugs and neither do the rest of the Brotherhood. If you were wondering who I might have thought they belonged to… I would have said Wanda, but I'm not gonna say anything more about that.
Pietro: Tatum, you're babbling. Honestly, you're getting worse than me.
Tatum: Sorry. I'm a sucker for adlibbing. Please review! And thanks to Soul Eater and Bettymew, who Beta-read this for me.
I really wanted to try writing a spooky fic, so I sat staring at my blank computer screen for hours when this thought popped into my brain! I was thinking of 'Date with Destiny', then I thought 'aha! Dancing with Death'! Woohoo!
I tried really hard to get Kurt and Rogue's accents correct, so sorry if you can't understand them. Just say the word how it looks and you'll more than likely get it. Example: 'naht' = 'night'. Rogue language ^^
Enjoy!
'Dancing with Death'
By IwillMarryJustinTimberlake a.k.a. Tatum
The figure surveyed the scene, peering down at the body on the floor. A pool of bright red blood seeped from the tangled mess, flowing towards the figure slowly. It stepped out the bloods way, watching it trickle down the steps of the GYM. A smile snaked its way along its pale lips, barely visible by its long black hair.
It turned around, moving away from the body of the boy, and headed for the door of the GYM, not making a sound even in the wide hall.
Something moved from behind the door, the sound of footsteps echoing around the hall. The smile vanished from the figure's face. It started running, it's immensely long legs carrying it forwards like a bullet out of a gun. Slamming the doors open with the flat of its hand, it came to a stop in a dimly lit classroom.
Just ahead, Marie Rogue crouched under a table, holding her knees tightly against her chest. The same words raced through her mind 'oh God oh God oh God oh GOD!' She didn't dare breath, holding it in until her chest ached. Crouching down deeper into the shadows, she watched the figure's feet moving noiselessly across the room.
"Come out, come out wherever you are…" She heard it whisper, in a girly breathless voice.
'Hell no.' Rogue thought back, not daring to move. It'd killed Kurt; she'd seen it. But it hadn't killed him by shooting him or stabbing him. It'd killed him by dancing with him.
Hugging her legs tighter, her eyes widened as the buckled boots of Kurt's killer stopped by her table. For a few seconds everything was totally still and silent, the only noise her own heart hammering in her ears, a million times amplified. But then the figure bent down to look under the table and Rogue screamed madly as two burning red eyes bored into her from the sockets of a skull, framed by long black hair.
~*~*~*
"Rogue?"
Rogue's eyes flew open. Kitty Pryde looked down at her, her brown eyes riddled with confusion.
"Are you, like, ok?" Kitty asked, her eyebrows knotted. "You were totally screaming your head off." Rogue blinked.
"Was ah?" She dislodged herself from her tangled bedsheets and sat up on her elbows, flicking the strands of platinum out of her eyes. "Sorry, Kitty."
"What were you dreaming about? It, like, sounded totally awful." Kitty sat on the edge of Rogue's bed, straightening her nightgown. Rogue stared around the dark dormitory, her dark eyes wide. Every shadow seemed to loom out at her, their long fingers reaching to grab any part of her they could.
"Ah-ah can't remember…" She shook her head vigorously. Kitty yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
"Just take a sleeping pill and go back to sleep."
"After what happened last tahme? 4am, rattlin' 'round in the medicine cabinet, took an E bah mistake... spent the rest of the naht tellin' ma posters 'ow much ah love them."
Kitty's eyes widened and she slowly lowered her arms to her sides.
"Like, what were you doing with Ecstasy in the cabinet anyway?" She asked.
"Ah lived with the Brotherhood. You sure you wanna know?" Rogue answered darkly.
"Not really." Kitty shook her head, making her brown hair bounce on her shoulders. "But are you ok?"
"Yeah, Ah'm fahne."
"Then I'm going back to sleep." Kitty slipped off the bed and clambered into her own, yawning again as she pulled the sheets over her head. Rogue squinted at the clock on the table in-between their beds. 2:10 in the morning. She sighed deeply and buried her face in her pillow, blocking out the shadows.
She couldn't tell Kitty about the dream. She was sure Kitty wouldn't have laughed or made jokes, but she just didn't want to cause a fuss. Kitty would tell Jean and Jean would tell Scott, etc etc until it was around the whole school. She certainly didn't want Scott to think she was mad, of all people.
It was only a nightmare after all, her own fault for staying up late with Bobby and watching scary movies. There were no freaks with skull heads running around the school GYM and Kurt was still alive. She'd heard him teleport to the toilet before she fell asleep.
She didn't feel her fingers crossing themselves under her blanket.
But still… it had been so real. She could still hear the scream ricocheting around her brain, still see the blazing eyes of the creepy skull bitch branded on the inside of her eyelids. 'Well,' she thought to herself, 'ah suppose its better than havin' Lance dreams…'
Think of something else, anything else… she urged herself.
Scott…
Not him!
Pietro…
Certainly not him! Ack! Think of nothing…
That's better.
~*~*~*
BAMF!
Kurt Wagner appeared by the side of the table in a whirl of blue smoke. Everyone was too used to this by now for it to startle them.
Rogue eyed him from her usual corner. He didn't look dead… it was just a nightmare… but still, she couldn't shake off the look on his face in her dream. Lying in a tangled mess on the floor, his eyes wide open, blood pouring from his mouth, soaking his fur…
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, bringing out the lighter shades of turquoise in Kurt's hair. Rogue held back a yawn, still tired out after not having much sleep. She hadn't dared close her eyes for ages last night, every noise distracting her.
"Erm, Kurt?" She spoke, shifting on her chair. Kurt looked up from his cereal, a milk moustache around his mouth, sticking to his fur.
"Ja, Rogue?" He answered in his thick German accent. Rogue glanced around the table. No one was paying any attention to her. Kitty was talking to Jean about something she couldn't hear and Scott was still in the kitchen.
"Ah don't suppose y'ave any friends with skulls for heads do ya?" Rogue tried to keep a straight face, as if it were a perfectly normal, everyday question. Kurt blinked his yellow eyes at her, wiping the moustache away.
"None zat I can zink of, no." He raised an eyebrow. "Vhy?"
"Nothin'. Just that, if ya do meet someone with a skull head… don't… don't go dahncing with it, k?" Rogue blushed.
"Erm… ok…" Kurt lowered his eyes back to his bowl, swishing his tail nervously.
"I'm, like, a little bit worried about Rogue."
Rogue lifted her eyes to the other end of the table where Kitty and Jean were talking. Looking down at her gloved hands, she strained her ears to listen to them.
"Why?" Jean leaned closer to Kitty, her chin resting on her linked fingers.
"She told me this morning that when she lived with the Brotherhood, she, like, took Ecstasy." Kitty whispered. Rogue felt her stomach drop.
'Why did she have to tell her that!' She thought furiously. 'It was an accident! And it was private! I'm gonna kill Kitty…'
Jean rolled her emerald green eyes. "She lived with Avalanche and Quicksilver. Wouldn't you be a little depressed?" She laughed.
Kitty didn't answer, just blushed.
"Oh right… Alvers… I forgot…" Jean grinned. Kitty blushed even more, her cheeks turning crimson.
"Can we, like, change the subject?" She mumbled quickly. Jean started to stand up, stacking her and Kitty's breakfast dishes.
"Don't worry about Rogue." She shrugged. "We'll all keep an eye open for her, nothing will happen."
Rogue watched Jean walk out into the kitchen. She could feel both Kurt and Kitty giving her uncomfortable looks. Unable to stand it, Rogue excused herself and left them, rushing outside and slamming the door.
It was a dream. A nightmare. Nothing to worry about. And Kitty didn't need to fret; she didn't take the drugs on purpose. They weren't even hers. She'd never asked who's they were and didn't really want to know. Tossing the white streaks of hair out of her eyes, she began to walk to school early.
Now Scott was going to think she was REALLY mad. Even Skull Bitch's life was starting to sound appealing…
~*~*~*
Tatum: Well, I hope you liked that chapter! I know it was a little boring at the moment, but it all adds to the suspense! And hopefully, the number of reviews I get… **evil snicker**
Pietro: You promised I would be in the first chapter!
Tatum: I know, sorry. I had thought of making you the dead body in Rogue's dream but I changed it to Kurt at the last minute. It made it easier for her to talk to him, you see. At least your name was mentioned.
Pietro: Hm, yes, but not my beautiful face.
Tatum: Pietro, said beautiful face will appear in the next chapter. I promise.
Pietro: Goodie.
Tatum: And just be glad you weren't the dead body. Do you really want your beautiful face to be all over the floor?
Pietro: Depends how tastefully done it is.
Tatum: **sighs** Boys.
Anyway, my delightful readers… you see that button in the left-hand corner that says 'send review'? Well, PLEASE push it… **puppy dog eyes** Oh and excuse me for the E thing… I heard it on a show and thought it was really funny… but I know Rogue doesn't take drugs and neither do the rest of the Brotherhood. If you were wondering who I might have thought they belonged to… I would have said Wanda, but I'm not gonna say anything more about that.
Pietro: Tatum, you're babbling. Honestly, you're getting worse than me.
Tatum: Sorry. I'm a sucker for adlibbing. Please review! And thanks to Soul Eater and Bettymew, who Beta-read this for me.
