Well, hm. I'm not sure what I think of this story. But I just couldn't let it rotten in my computer. So, I'm turning to you guys for help. Is it too bad? Just tell me what you think
Also, I wanted to thank everybody who reviewd Speed or added it favorites. I'm sorry if I failed to thank them all particularly, but I apreciated them all. I'm not sure if I will make it longer, but... who knows? People from Curitiba are kown for their mood swings.
In Brasil we are anyway, for you, I'm not that sure... ANYWAY, I'm rambling. So, on with the story.
Oh, and I don't own X-men. *sobs*
It seemed like months had passed since she had got there.
In that huge, empty, dark, frighten metallic room.
Alone, you ask?
Ha! She wish.
No, she was never alone.
They were always with her, threatening her, frightening her, whispering hateful words inside her head, inside her mind.
And, of course, it weren't just them. Graydon Creed, the president of the Friends of Humanity would never leave alone a mutant as dangerous as she was
That's why those men were there, dark glasses, black clothes, black hearts, armed to the teeth, always around her.
The bright yellow light hurt my eyes when they entered the room. I inwardly cringed. It was never good when they entered my cell.
-C'mon Rogue.- The man spat out my name, disdain dripping from every word. – Time to play.
They took me across the halls to another room, also empty, except for a table in the center and two chairs. In one of the chairs sat a man, his back facing me. He didn't turn when the door closed.
I walked around the table to sit across from him. He looked at me; I gasped.
His eyes – red on black eyes- were locked on me. I was feeling, in some sort, hypnotized, trapped in some sort of trance.
All my despair, my anguish, that horrible shadow that had installed in my chest since I realized that the X-men weren't coming, all of my angst…it was muffled. It was like he had used his eyes to take all of that, put it in a tiny little box and kick it to the far end of my mind, as if to make room to his strange power over me.
I only got back to reality when one of the guards put a gun in the table between us. He didn't say anything, just took the gun and rolled the drum, his face unreadable. My nails digged in my lower lip when I realized what we were going to do.
Take a breath,
Take it deep.
I took a deep breath, trying to contain a shiver
.
'Calm yourself', He says to me
If you play, you play for keeps.
-Calm y'self petite.- It was the first time that he spoke. His voice was low and husky, his cajun accent caressing my ears. –If y' play, y' play f'r keep. Can't be weak. – He pulled the trigger.
Take the gun and count to three.
Im sweating now,
Moving slow,
No time to think. My turn to go
I watched as he lowered the gun to the table. My palms were sweating, my moves seemed to be in slow-motion. But I didn't had time to think. It was my turn to go.
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest.
I was sure he could hear my heart beating frantically in my chest.
I was terrified but I couldn't leave I know that I must pass this test
So, just pull the trigger
I put the gun back in the middle of the table.
Say a prayer to yourself
He says 'close your eyes, sometimes it helps'
I said a small prayer to myself; Even though I had never been an exactly religious girl, it calmed me a little. It was already my turn again. My hand was shaking.
-Close y'r eyes- He said taking my hand in his so I'd stop shivering. –Sometimes it helps.- I felt that familiar pull of my powers and pulled my hand back quickly. A small portion of his thoughts were running trough my head; He was thinking about me, He was wondering what I had done to be in a place like that. He was wondering what my voice would sound like.
He was remembering all of the times he was forced to play this game.
And then I get a scary thought
That he's here - means he's never lost
And you can see my heart beating.
No, You can see it through my chest.
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
Know that I must pass this test.
I was sure he could see that my heart was desperately trying to jump out of my chest. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes like he had said.
So, just pull my trigger
I took the gun to my head.
As my life flashes before my eyes
I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
I , know how cliché this sounds, but I did saw my life flash before my eyes.
Mama dying, me kissing Cody, Cody in coma, Daddy kicking me out of home, that months where I lived in the streets, when Mystique and Destiny adopted me, when I ran away from the Brotherhood, when I joined the X-men, when I was captured, everything until the moment I saw him for the first time.
So many won't get the chance to say good-bye
But its too late to think of the value of my life
I started to think in everybody that had died playing with him, without a name, without a chance to say good-bye.
But now it was already too late – too late to think about my life.
And you can see my heart beating.
No, You can see it through my chest.
My heart sped up again when I lowered the gun.
-What is your name? – I already knew it, of course, But, I'm not really sure why, I wanted him to tell me. I wanted him to want me to know. I didn't understand that sudden urge- I didn't even knew him- but I just needed it.
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving no
He looked at me. No, he scrutinized me. I was terrified. He could feel it.
- S' Gambit f'r them,- He indicated the glass in the wall, where the 'Friends of Humanity' were watching us. – but you'll remember me as Remy chére.
I'm terrified but I'm not leaving no
know that I must pass this test
I knew I'd never see him again, didn't matter when the shot fired. It was surprising how much that thought hurt me. It wasn't logical. I didn't knew him. Then why the thinking of the close future- much to close- made my heart feel like it had been stabbed over and over again?
Fear consumed me; this was it.
-My name is Rogue. –I Said watching as He took the gun from my hands and placed it on his temples. – Anna. –I added. I had never told this to anyone before.
So, just pull the trigger
He smiled. His whole face lit up. Suddenly He was much more handsome.
He pulled the trigger; my heart was tore out of my chest.