Alright then, here we are. I HATE being mean to Rogue, but the idea came, and I had to do it

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Warnings: Spoilers, a few.

Rating: T, for rape.

Length: Twoshot.

Chapter One

Thunder boomed again, as the skies turned an even darker shade of gray.

Rain was coming and all of the students hurried indoors, into their rooms to enjoy a peaceful evening of listening to the rain pour. Certain mutants had their books all picked out to read, others had homework they'd decided to work on, and some, unsure of their plans just sat and starred, their minds distant in the stormy clouds.

Marie never procrastinated with her homework. She always had it done early in the afternoon. She read often, and had actually finished a book just that morning. And, she already spent far too many hours day dreaming. So, she decided to do something she never did.

She decided to play in the rain.

Dancing, walking, singing, the rain was used for many things. And she was happy, rain coat pulled tight, boots up to her knees, to just stand and feel the drops pelt down upon her. Marie wasn't really used to touching anything. But rain…it was something she could always feel.

She'd gotten the cure a few weeks ago, but rain had always been her follow through when she was "untouchable" and she didn't plan to turn her back on it now.

The rain was always great to think in. Lately, all Marie had been thinking about was how lonely she was. Bobby had dumped her, soon as he found out she still wouldn't have sex with him, but Kitty would. Most of her friends labeled her a traitor for getting the cure. Her only family was the adults at the school. Hank McCoy had come to live at the mansion, and he was always friendly and full of wisdom. Storm was motherly, as always. And Logan, her dear Logan, who was as close to a father as she'd ever get- he was always there when she needed him.

Marie had lost track of reality, distracted in thought, she hadn't noticed anyone filling in behind her. But she quickly snapped back as they addressed her.

"Hey, baby, whatcha doin' out here all alone?" Bobby chuckled, "Need anybody to warm you up?"

She noticed his friend, John, who'd recently returned to the school, was with him.

"You know, Bobby," John grinned mischievously, "It's kinda like dangling the cookie in front of the dog, her getting the cure and not lettin' anybody have their fun with, ain't it?"

"I totally agree, pal. Why don't we rectify that situation right now," Bobby smiled too, and they both stepped towards her.

"Back off Drake!" Marie said, trying to mussel up some courage. It wasn't working very well.

"Aw, kitty's got claws!" John remarked, "Okay, dude, you hold her down, I'll screw her first."

"Wait; hold on man," Bobby protested, "Why do you get to go first? She was my girlfriend."

"Ex!" John argued. Marie took their moment of distraction and ran. She raced into the forest surrounding the school, her breath harsh, her body numb, as the rain began to come down harder then before.

She could have sworn she heard them right behind her, and her worst fear was proved right, as she tripped and two rough hands pulled her to her feet.

"C'mon baby!" Bobby said. John pressed her against her tree and held her hands behind her while Bobby stepped up closer. "I promise I won't go too hard on you."

Marie struggled, but it was no use. Bobby lifted her shirt up, and unzipped her jeans.

"No!" Marie screamed, "Help! Hel-" John covered her mouth. Bobby unzipped his pants, and got closer. Marie bit John's fingers and screamed as hard as she could "HELP!"

But nobody came and Marie then decided to use all her strength not to cry, as Bobby entered her, and pain ran through her body. She tried her hardest, but tears began to come, even though her constant struggles were drowned out by the rain.

When Bobby finished, he stepped back and returned his manhood back into his pants. His face obviously showed he was pleased with his work.

"Come on dude!" John shouted, "My turn!" Marie tried again to escape when John let go for the briefest of moments to shove her into Bobby, but Bobby got a strong grip on her, and dug his nails into her arms. "Alright, then!" John exclaimed, in excitement.

Marie closed her eyes. She didn't want to watch anymore.

When John finished with her, both guys ran away, leaving her in the pouring downfall of the night. Empty. Alone. Num.

She didn't move. She couldn't. She just laid, on the ground, praying to die.

Marie was colder then she'd ever felt before, and it wasn't because of the rain.

Tear…

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