The Southern Belle
Author: Natas
Disclaimer: I own none, and if I did I wouldn't really do this to one of my favorite characters. Warning: Non-graphic, but deals with death of a major character. Summary: Rogue can't take it anymore. Authors Note: All of my writings are in alternate universes, so if something doesn't seem cannon, you know why. This story was written for a challenge on StormFreak's Haven. The address to the challenge is =1038392295 Rating: PG-13
Note: Thank's to StormFreak for uploading this for me. Now go and troll some boards, you've got a reputation to keep girl!
"Are you still up?" The familiar voice of Professor Xavier gently nudged the minds of everyone in the mansion. Most everyone, save a select few, were fast asleep when the voice called out. Yet at the sound of his voice, they all clambered out of bed, and without haste made their way to the recreation room.
As they entered, an unbalanced energy seemed to charge the air. A sort of urgancy was evident in the professors voice, though it couldn't have been another invasion or anything of the sort. It just wasn't that sort of tone. Rather it was an unnervingly gentle tone. One a mother might give if a child lost their favorite pet.
Professor Xavier sat in his wheel chair as his X-Men and X-Women gathered into the room. Sorrow seemed to be pouring from his every pour.
He looked up into the eyes of everyone in his room, tears long past forming and now streamlining down his cheeks and rolling gently off of his chin. Without a word he rolled through the crowd to the television. He pulled a videotape out of its respective case and put it into the VCR.
Confusion was the dominant emotion amongst the peers. Everyone looked at the other hoping for some sort of hint, a glimmer of understanding of what might be causing such grief in their beloved Professor.
A familiar face popped onto the television screen. But this usually glowing Southern Belle was not glowing. Her hair was scattered about her head every which way. Her usually unnoticeable makeup was smeared and showed signs of dried tears. No, this Southern Belle was definitely not glowing today.
She sniffed, and looked directly into the eye of the camera. She feigned a smile, but it lasted merely half a second. Her dainty lady-like gloved hands covered her face to mask her wrenched up face.
Still masking herself with one hand, she waved at the camera with a very sad teary-eyed smile playing on her face.
This Southern Belle was not glowing today.
Taking her hands away from her face, she mouthed something but none could hear her. Her hands disappeared off screen for a second with her eyes following, only to come back on screen wielding a revolver.
Her eyes closed as a tear rolled down her cheek, and in a very unlady like manner, she.
Audible gasps were heard about the room. No one could believe their Southern Belle, their invincible darling, was capable of such a thing. Some ran out of the room, a few fainted. Yet no one was able to formulate the words everyone was feeling.
Suddenly her voice came through the delayed tape.
"Sweet dreams."
Author: Natas
Disclaimer: I own none, and if I did I wouldn't really do this to one of my favorite characters. Warning: Non-graphic, but deals with death of a major character. Summary: Rogue can't take it anymore. Authors Note: All of my writings are in alternate universes, so if something doesn't seem cannon, you know why. This story was written for a challenge on StormFreak's Haven. The address to the challenge is =1038392295 Rating: PG-13
Note: Thank's to StormFreak for uploading this for me. Now go and troll some boards, you've got a reputation to keep girl!
"Are you still up?" The familiar voice of Professor Xavier gently nudged the minds of everyone in the mansion. Most everyone, save a select few, were fast asleep when the voice called out. Yet at the sound of his voice, they all clambered out of bed, and without haste made their way to the recreation room.
As they entered, an unbalanced energy seemed to charge the air. A sort of urgancy was evident in the professors voice, though it couldn't have been another invasion or anything of the sort. It just wasn't that sort of tone. Rather it was an unnervingly gentle tone. One a mother might give if a child lost their favorite pet.
Professor Xavier sat in his wheel chair as his X-Men and X-Women gathered into the room. Sorrow seemed to be pouring from his every pour.
He looked up into the eyes of everyone in his room, tears long past forming and now streamlining down his cheeks and rolling gently off of his chin. Without a word he rolled through the crowd to the television. He pulled a videotape out of its respective case and put it into the VCR.
Confusion was the dominant emotion amongst the peers. Everyone looked at the other hoping for some sort of hint, a glimmer of understanding of what might be causing such grief in their beloved Professor.
A familiar face popped onto the television screen. But this usually glowing Southern Belle was not glowing. Her hair was scattered about her head every which way. Her usually unnoticeable makeup was smeared and showed signs of dried tears. No, this Southern Belle was definitely not glowing today.
She sniffed, and looked directly into the eye of the camera. She feigned a smile, but it lasted merely half a second. Her dainty lady-like gloved hands covered her face to mask her wrenched up face.
Still masking herself with one hand, she waved at the camera with a very sad teary-eyed smile playing on her face.
This Southern Belle was not glowing today.
Taking her hands away from her face, she mouthed something but none could hear her. Her hands disappeared off screen for a second with her eyes following, only to come back on screen wielding a revolver.
Her eyes closed as a tear rolled down her cheek, and in a very unlady like manner, she.
Audible gasps were heard about the room. No one could believe their Southern Belle, their invincible darling, was capable of such a thing. Some ran out of the room, a few fainted. Yet no one was able to formulate the words everyone was feeling.
Suddenly her voice came through the delayed tape.
"Sweet dreams."