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A/N: My very first baby steps into the world of x-fan writing.
Familiar Feeling.
There's two sides pulling on my mind, and I'm so afraid that one day it'll rip under the strain. Charles tells me its normal and I want to wipe that goddamn smug look of his face.
Metal no longer sings to me but Erik does and it makes up for the loss in a tiny way. Old Jewish songs and I want to strangle him as the voice brings on the smell of burning human flesh in my nose.
My knuckles itch and my throat goes dry as I watch them waltz through the hallways like the fucking love birds they are. And they still think its all Logan.
Dreams twist into different strands and my tongue twists and battles with the foreign syllables. I dream about honor, but I watch Logan kill a Japanese woman and I wonder what happened to honor as blood runs down the stairs into the snow. Maybe I cry out in Japanese and Jeannie wonders where I picked it up.
I watch as Charles's face, so young still so young. Twists into that so called righteous rage. A young boy with his eyes taped shut sits shivering in a dark corner. The iron bars that were ripped from the store's window bend and groan obeying their master. Screams fill the alley. They fade as the blood of Scott's would be murderer slowly drips out of the mangled corpse. And I watch the boy, Charles is trying to lure him out. I leave.
My skin crawls, I want to trottle Charley for giving him to perfect little Jean. Jeannie the redheaded telepath. Or rather the demented mother hen, I watch her. I know her, she wants Logan. Maybe even loves him. I would love him if I was her.
The big bad Wolverine can still claw her out of this place, give her real life. I watch and smell her as they sit on the couch watching cartoons. I watch as something in her is trying to claw its way out. They all think its Logan watching, poor little Rogue big bad all alone in her head.
Wrong. Logan left me. ALL of him. He left me with Nightmares and Erik. I hate him. Its all Rogue, maybe parts of me. The gloves on my hands are red, fiery and passionate. Ruby red. Rogue watches him from the red walls, the red burns her.
When I wake and remember a scrawny little hustler. A blind boy once tried to hustle me. Erik in a bar. Erik watches him now. Maybe even regrets leaving him with Xavier.
I start gibbering in German in class, Ororo looks sad. I think I said something bad. . My body twists and turns in self defense class, Wolvie would be scared. Mossad moves are not for teenage girls.
Marie did some math a few weeks ago. Rogue would be something approaching 200 years old. I think I could have seen the declaration of independence being signed. Marie's Momma used to say that god had a reason for everything.
I don't need reason anymore.
A/N: My very first baby steps into the world of x-fan writing.
Familiar Feeling.
There's two sides pulling on my mind, and I'm so afraid that one day it'll rip under the strain. Charles tells me its normal and I want to wipe that goddamn smug look of his face.
Metal no longer sings to me but Erik does and it makes up for the loss in a tiny way. Old Jewish songs and I want to strangle him as the voice brings on the smell of burning human flesh in my nose.
My knuckles itch and my throat goes dry as I watch them waltz through the hallways like the fucking love birds they are. And they still think its all Logan.
Dreams twist into different strands and my tongue twists and battles with the foreign syllables. I dream about honor, but I watch Logan kill a Japanese woman and I wonder what happened to honor as blood runs down the stairs into the snow. Maybe I cry out in Japanese and Jeannie wonders where I picked it up.
I watch as Charles's face, so young still so young. Twists into that so called righteous rage. A young boy with his eyes taped shut sits shivering in a dark corner. The iron bars that were ripped from the store's window bend and groan obeying their master. Screams fill the alley. They fade as the blood of Scott's would be murderer slowly drips out of the mangled corpse. And I watch the boy, Charles is trying to lure him out. I leave.
My skin crawls, I want to trottle Charley for giving him to perfect little Jean. Jeannie the redheaded telepath. Or rather the demented mother hen, I watch her. I know her, she wants Logan. Maybe even loves him. I would love him if I was her.
The big bad Wolverine can still claw her out of this place, give her real life. I watch and smell her as they sit on the couch watching cartoons. I watch as something in her is trying to claw its way out. They all think its Logan watching, poor little Rogue big bad all alone in her head.
Wrong. Logan left me. ALL of him. He left me with Nightmares and Erik. I hate him. Its all Rogue, maybe parts of me. The gloves on my hands are red, fiery and passionate. Ruby red. Rogue watches him from the red walls, the red burns her.
When I wake and remember a scrawny little hustler. A blind boy once tried to hustle me. Erik in a bar. Erik watches him now. Maybe even regrets leaving him with Xavier.
I start gibbering in German in class, Ororo looks sad. I think I said something bad. . My body twists and turns in self defense class, Wolvie would be scared. Mossad moves are not for teenage girls.
Marie did some math a few weeks ago. Rogue would be something approaching 200 years old. I think I could have seen the declaration of independence being signed. Marie's Momma used to say that god had a reason for everything.
I don't need reason anymore.