Last Lullaby
Rogue meets her mother for the first and last time. Death.
Songfic
Song Room of Angel by Akira Yamaoka
(uk.youtube. com/watch?vZix7pnrWdA)
You lie silent there before me…
Your tears they mean nothing to me…
The wind howling at the window…
A lifeless body lays before her. Crimson blood pours from her motionless eyes as they look up towards Rogue. Rogue on the other hand was absently looking around the house of her childhood. The loneliness, betrayal and hate still lingers in the air. The harsh wind and rain pound at the windows. Such an apathetic fallacy…
The love you never gave…
I give to you…
Her death has filled the empty house with feeling. Love? She's never experienced it so this could very well be it.
Really don't deserve it…
But now there's nothing you can do…
After the all the hurt, after all the lies she shouldn't of cared. But she did.
So sleep in your only memory of me…
My dearest mother…
Mystique will now simply have the memory of her only daughter taking away her last breath. The single full memory of Rogue she ever has. Or will.
"Dearest mother…"
Here's a lullaby to close eyes…
Goodbye
BANG
It was always you that I despised…
I don't feel enough for you to cry…
"Oh well…"
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…
Goodbye
BANG
Goodbye
BANG
Goodbye.
BANG.
Four deep gun shots steam as the hot blood gushes out of her chest as she struggles to breathe. Blood trickles out from her mouth and eyes as she clings around feebly at Rogue's feet.
So insignificant…
Sleeping dormant deep inside of me…
Are you hiding away lost…
Under the sewers…
Maybe flying high in the clouds…
Perhaps your happy without me…
When Rogue was younger, her mother would briefly come to check her. Usually after school away from other children. Only interested in her powers, never the person. After each visit and each disappointment that her powers hadn't manifested she either shape shifted into a rat and scrambled into the sewers. Never without a goodbye. Or a bird, into the deep blue sky. With a mocking squawk echoing.
So many seeds have been sown in the field…
And who could sprout up so blessedly…
If I had died…
I would have never felt sorry at all…
As soon as Rogue's powers began, Mystique used Irene to control her every move. Make her every move. But never herself. The girl was always fed and sheltered, no good dead to her. No good without her abilities either.
You will not hear me say I'm sorry…
Where is the light…
Wonder if it's weeping somewhere…
An apology will never leave Rogue's lips. Where is the good in this relationship? Who should apologize? Too late…
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…
Goodbye
BANG
It was always you that I despised…
I don't feel enough for you to cry…
"Oh well…"
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…
Goodbye
BANG
Goodbye
BANG
Goodbye
BANG
Goodbye.
The fourth and final shot enters Rogue's chest. The guns slips from her hand as she collapses backwards. Blood pooling around her, mixing with her mother's. Forever theirs.
Depressing I know, but they are the most heart felt stories. I hoped you enjoyed
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