Author's Notes: Okay, my muse kind of went on vacation, and took my stories with it...so I haven't written...in ages, which is not healthy -for me anyway. So...I'm SORRY ::looks at abandoned chapters:: heh. I think I can actually get somewhere with this one, just PLEASE R+R okay? Thanks!
About: Another Rogue story! Maybe Rogue/Scott? Don't know yet, takes place after Day of Reckoning...oh just read it! =)
Disclaimer: I don't own diddlysquat. ::cries::
After her seventh day of being there, there was just this darkness. Nothing else but living in this black void, with no contact to the outside world -if there was one left. She would scream herself hoarse sometimes, and she would fight, out of what little strength left she had, but that was important to her, to never stop fighting. When she'd been separated from the others, she thought she'd never get out. She didn't know what had happened to them, but they had to be still alive, at least that's what she hoped. Rogue was just a lab-rat to them, but that's not what she thought...as long as she was there, she was going to make things tough and miserable for them.
Rogue sat on the cold, stone floor, pressed into the back corner of the black cell she had been in for days...weeks...months? Years? God she hoped not. Not years...not yet anyway. The skin on her hands was raw from scraping at the door, and she had bruises everywhere. "You can't break me." She whispered angrily, glaring at the door. Rogue tilted her head back, her eyes drooping, she was exhausted, but she didn't plan on sleeping. If she slept, she'd be letting her guard down -that wasn't going to happen. She let her eyes close, memories drifting in and out of her mind...
"Rogue! Rogue, you alright?"
"Evan? That you? Where are you?"
"I'm over here...where's Mr. McCoy?"
"Ah don't know...what are we doing here?"
"We...we got captured."
"What?"
"Look to your right, Rogue."
"...It's Logan."
Her fists clenched at the memory. He was half dead when she first saw him, and that scared her...because Logan never gave up fighting, and he could heal...why was this happening? A few days later she'd been taken away from them all, but she didn't go out easy. One time when she'd come with them, she searched for them, passing a threshold of hallways and cages, but they were gone. They were all gone. She felt angry, that they'd left her and immediately felt guilty, she couldn't blame this on them. What if they had died? What if they had tried to save her? They were her family...no one ever gets left behind. Rogue heard voices approaching her cell and opened her eyes. This was her chance. They couldn't keep her here forever.
She rolled up the sleeves to the loose shirt she now wore and pretended to sleep as they burst in, throwing the door open. They knew her too well these men, they came fully clothed, she couldn't hurt them. But that didn't discourage her -who said she needed her powers? She had fists. Two men picked her up and one carried her outside, another closing the door behind. There were four of them...they were making this too easy. Rogue carefully glanced around quickly and spotted a door to her right, a few steps away. She acted quickly. She slammed her fist upward into the guard's chin and kicked away, kicking him in the process; the man fell back, hitting the floor.
"Damn you!" Someone shouted, Rogue didn't hesitate to take the comment in, she punched. Hard. Then she ran, and swung the door open, mistake. It wasn't the way out, instead she came face to face with another guard, monitoring the place, she slammed the door shut before he could get up and ran. There was yelling behind her, she didn't hesitate, fight and flight instinct kicked in. "Get out!" Her mind screamed and she burst through a door, running down a different hallway that was shaded the color blue. She looked up and saw the sky...it was night. She didn't have time to pause and continued to run, and heard the voices beginning to near. She crashed through another door and found herself outside.
"What are you doing out here?!" A guard stared at her and as he reached for her she touched him on his face, she felt an ache, remembering her power and withdrew, leaving him collapsed on the asphalt ground. She ran, ducking from the beams of flashlights and saw the barbed wire fence, leading to the outside world. Nothing held her back; she grabbed the top of fence, ignoring the sharp, jagged pain scraping her palms and the blood. She flew over and landed on the other side of the world, the former world she knew, and ran.
-Okay, I'm stopping here...please Review ok? I don't know if I'm gonna continue this one, I want feedback first! Thanks! =) -Star
About: Another Rogue story! Maybe Rogue/Scott? Don't know yet, takes place after Day of Reckoning...oh just read it! =)
Disclaimer: I don't own diddlysquat. ::cries::
After her seventh day of being there, there was just this darkness. Nothing else but living in this black void, with no contact to the outside world -if there was one left. She would scream herself hoarse sometimes, and she would fight, out of what little strength left she had, but that was important to her, to never stop fighting. When she'd been separated from the others, she thought she'd never get out. She didn't know what had happened to them, but they had to be still alive, at least that's what she hoped. Rogue was just a lab-rat to them, but that's not what she thought...as long as she was there, she was going to make things tough and miserable for them.
Rogue sat on the cold, stone floor, pressed into the back corner of the black cell she had been in for days...weeks...months? Years? God she hoped not. Not years...not yet anyway. The skin on her hands was raw from scraping at the door, and she had bruises everywhere. "You can't break me." She whispered angrily, glaring at the door. Rogue tilted her head back, her eyes drooping, she was exhausted, but she didn't plan on sleeping. If she slept, she'd be letting her guard down -that wasn't going to happen. She let her eyes close, memories drifting in and out of her mind...
"Rogue! Rogue, you alright?"
"Evan? That you? Where are you?"
"I'm over here...where's Mr. McCoy?"
"Ah don't know...what are we doing here?"
"We...we got captured."
"What?"
"Look to your right, Rogue."
"...It's Logan."
Her fists clenched at the memory. He was half dead when she first saw him, and that scared her...because Logan never gave up fighting, and he could heal...why was this happening? A few days later she'd been taken away from them all, but she didn't go out easy. One time when she'd come with them, she searched for them, passing a threshold of hallways and cages, but they were gone. They were all gone. She felt angry, that they'd left her and immediately felt guilty, she couldn't blame this on them. What if they had died? What if they had tried to save her? They were her family...no one ever gets left behind. Rogue heard voices approaching her cell and opened her eyes. This was her chance. They couldn't keep her here forever.
She rolled up the sleeves to the loose shirt she now wore and pretended to sleep as they burst in, throwing the door open. They knew her too well these men, they came fully clothed, she couldn't hurt them. But that didn't discourage her -who said she needed her powers? She had fists. Two men picked her up and one carried her outside, another closing the door behind. There were four of them...they were making this too easy. Rogue carefully glanced around quickly and spotted a door to her right, a few steps away. She acted quickly. She slammed her fist upward into the guard's chin and kicked away, kicking him in the process; the man fell back, hitting the floor.
"Damn you!" Someone shouted, Rogue didn't hesitate to take the comment in, she punched. Hard. Then she ran, and swung the door open, mistake. It wasn't the way out, instead she came face to face with another guard, monitoring the place, she slammed the door shut before he could get up and ran. There was yelling behind her, she didn't hesitate, fight and flight instinct kicked in. "Get out!" Her mind screamed and she burst through a door, running down a different hallway that was shaded the color blue. She looked up and saw the sky...it was night. She didn't have time to pause and continued to run, and heard the voices beginning to near. She crashed through another door and found herself outside.
"What are you doing out here?!" A guard stared at her and as he reached for her she touched him on his face, she felt an ache, remembering her power and withdrew, leaving him collapsed on the asphalt ground. She ran, ducking from the beams of flashlights and saw the barbed wire fence, leading to the outside world. Nothing held her back; she grabbed the top of fence, ignoring the sharp, jagged pain scraping her palms and the blood. She flew over and landed on the other side of the world, the former world she knew, and ran.
-Okay, I'm stopping here...please Review ok? I don't know if I'm gonna continue this one, I want feedback first! Thanks! =) -Star