Rogue couldn't help herself any longer. She had felt it building inside for years now. It coerced her and taunted. She simply had to touch someone. //Come on, skunk hair. It's no big thang. Just reach out and take a taste.// It was the middle of the night. No one would be awake. She could take them all out one by one. The precious X-Men. She could, but she wouldn't, Rogue thought to herself fiercely. //Yes. Do it. What harm could it do, sugah? They'll just wake up with a little ol' headache in the morning. Imagine it: Ya could see inside Remy's head. Ya could see everything he wants to do to ya. It's the closest thing ya'll evah get to a real man.//
Rogue didn't want to do it. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting her only family. Yet she got up out of bed anyway and headed towards Remy's room. //Come on, girl. Have more sense than that. Ya have to do tha telepaths first. Then Logan. Wouldn't want them catchin a whiff of anything sneaky, now wouldya?// Actually that's exactly what Rogue wanted. She wanted someone to stop her. She obviously couldn't stop herself. As she walked towards the Professor's room, a large part of her forgot that she ever wanted to stop in the first place. //One touch. One taste, just a sip really.// When she reached out and touched the Professor's bald head, she actually giggled. Rogue began to sift through the memories she had absorbed. Oh, mah, she thought. It seemed the ol' Prof had quite the thing for Jean Grey. Rogue didn't know what people saw in that sniveling twit. //But ya'll soon find out.// Rogue took Jean and Scott next. They made her sick. All that love. It made her want to gag. Wolverine was more interesting. Rogue shook her finger. "Marryin Viper...what were ya thinkin, bub?
Storm would be next. The beautiful wind-rider. So intelligent, so cold. So ripe for the picking. "Is it not ironic?" Rogue crooned to an incapacitated Storm, in a voice heavily influenced by both hers and the Professors intellect. "It is not ironic that the X-Men would die, not savin the world, but tucked safely away in their beds? Maybe it's just me..." Rogue squinted at the woman, surprised. Ororo was lonely. Perhaps as lonely as Rogue herself. //But she's with ya now. She won't be lonely any more.//
Now Colossus. Simple as pie, with memories to match. Nothing interesting here. Piotr was as soft-hearted as a child. Then Beast. A lot of gobbledy-gook that Rogue had never understood. She understood perfectly now. One by one all the X-Men fell at Rogue's hands until only Remy was left.
She walked to his room. Suddenly unsure. There was a maelstrom of opposing personalities in her head and she could barely form a coherent thought. Rogue was fairly leaking powers randomly at this point. Involuntary teleports, psychic knives, and tornados impeded her progress. I can't do it. Not to Remy, God ah love him so. One voice stood out clearly from all the others. //Ya can.// The thought caressed her mind, gave her focus. //Ya Will. He is all that stands between ya and total freedom.//
Rogue was standing by Remy's sleeping form when he began to wake up. "Chere?" She panicked and touched him. She probably looked horrendous, an amalgam of all the different X-Men. It wouldn't do for him to see her that way. Touching Remy, something happened. Something exploded. She couldn't hold all this power in anymore.
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The newspapers headlined the story. That Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Students had been a front for the X-Mens secret headquarters. How it had been found blown apart. It was a mystery what had happened. Some areas looked victim of a tornado, others fire or explosions. There had been ice everywhere. Almost all the world rejoiced when they heard the news that infamous X-Men had died. Died in their mansion with no sign as to what had happened.
Rogue didn't want to do it. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting her only family. Yet she got up out of bed anyway and headed towards Remy's room. //Come on, girl. Have more sense than that. Ya have to do tha telepaths first. Then Logan. Wouldn't want them catchin a whiff of anything sneaky, now wouldya?// Actually that's exactly what Rogue wanted. She wanted someone to stop her. She obviously couldn't stop herself. As she walked towards the Professor's room, a large part of her forgot that she ever wanted to stop in the first place. //One touch. One taste, just a sip really.// When she reached out and touched the Professor's bald head, she actually giggled. Rogue began to sift through the memories she had absorbed. Oh, mah, she thought. It seemed the ol' Prof had quite the thing for Jean Grey. Rogue didn't know what people saw in that sniveling twit. //But ya'll soon find out.// Rogue took Jean and Scott next. They made her sick. All that love. It made her want to gag. Wolverine was more interesting. Rogue shook her finger. "Marryin Viper...what were ya thinkin, bub?
Storm would be next. The beautiful wind-rider. So intelligent, so cold. So ripe for the picking. "Is it not ironic?" Rogue crooned to an incapacitated Storm, in a voice heavily influenced by both hers and the Professors intellect. "It is not ironic that the X-Men would die, not savin the world, but tucked safely away in their beds? Maybe it's just me..." Rogue squinted at the woman, surprised. Ororo was lonely. Perhaps as lonely as Rogue herself. //But she's with ya now. She won't be lonely any more.//
Now Colossus. Simple as pie, with memories to match. Nothing interesting here. Piotr was as soft-hearted as a child. Then Beast. A lot of gobbledy-gook that Rogue had never understood. She understood perfectly now. One by one all the X-Men fell at Rogue's hands until only Remy was left.
She walked to his room. Suddenly unsure. There was a maelstrom of opposing personalities in her head and she could barely form a coherent thought. Rogue was fairly leaking powers randomly at this point. Involuntary teleports, psychic knives, and tornados impeded her progress. I can't do it. Not to Remy, God ah love him so. One voice stood out clearly from all the others. //Ya can.// The thought caressed her mind, gave her focus. //Ya Will. He is all that stands between ya and total freedom.//
Rogue was standing by Remy's sleeping form when he began to wake up. "Chere?" She panicked and touched him. She probably looked horrendous, an amalgam of all the different X-Men. It wouldn't do for him to see her that way. Touching Remy, something happened. Something exploded. She couldn't hold all this power in anymore.
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The newspapers headlined the story. That Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Students had been a front for the X-Mens secret headquarters. How it had been found blown apart. It was a mystery what had happened. Some areas looked victim of a tornado, others fire or explosions. There had been ice everywhere. Almost all the world rejoiced when they heard the news that infamous X-Men had died. Died in their mansion with no sign as to what had happened.