Disclaimer: Still don't own them….
A/N: Alright here's to the next chapter!
Sleep eludes me again as I stare blankly up at the white speckled ceiling. My mind blank of all thought or emotion as I listen to the whirling motion of my ceiling fan. It's been a week since the team's valiant return to our so called "Camelot." Classes are post-pone till further notice, along with every other normal activity it seems.
This is also the week were hushed rumors are spoken over the supposed "cure" that I had taken. Fools all of them, all save but for Logan of course. He knows the truth I'm sure of it, or he is just as blind sighted as the rest of these poor excuses for family.
The confused looks he constantly gives me only confirms my suspicions. I don't or have ever smelled of the harsh chemicals that are supposedly supposed to be running through my veins like a poison. I however still smell of smoke and fire. A smell only one certain fire-wielding mutant possessed, a smell that will never stop lingering on me if I can help it.
And now as I move along with my day and some how manage to end in the dinning hall I stare blankly at my fast cooling dinner that is sitting before me. I now listen to the rapped talk of Jubilee as she spreads the latest gossip into my attentive ear. Wait stop, I am sorry, not the latest gossip for I am the latest gossip. The constant rumors of me supposedly get the cure, Bobby effortlessly leaving me for non other than Kitty-Fucking-Pryde. And as of late, my sudden fascination with a silver and white lighter that seems to be my anchor in this dreadful world I live in.
"Rogue, Storm wishes to speak to you in her office," the booming voice of the Russian Peter tells me. I nod in vacant understanding as I stand and make my way towards Storms new office.
The corridors are ghostly quite as I step firmly one foot in front of the other. Turning here and there until I finally reach two large oak doors that bar my way inside. I am half expecting Xavier's mental voice to grant me access inside, like he had some many times before. But I know that is just wishful thinking on my part as I hear voices from behind those large familiar doors. I turn the brass handle not bothering to knock, they don't deserve even that.
As I step almost dramatically inside I take immediate note of who is in the large open room. The entire team is present all except for Logan and that makes me gulp nervously. Maybe they noticed that the "human" girl can no longer remain at the institute any longer, there's really just not enough room anymore.
"Thank you for joining us Rogue," Storms says as I move towards the large window on the other side of the room. She her self stands guard at the Professors matching oak desk.
"Today we are all here as a team to make a decision that could very well pull this team closer together or divide us further. I hope that what ever decision we make today is one that Professor Xavier will be proud of," Storm droned on as I looked at her confused. When have I ever been part of this so called "team," I wonder to my self as I go from a confused expression to an out right glare.
I watch as she picks up the little black remote that is sitting so casually beside her. I didn't even notice it before now. She presses a few buttons and the large flat screen T.V. to my right flicks on. At first I think it's an old move I had seen way back when down in the depths of Mississippi. But as I watch I notice it's a live feed from somewhere in dark recesses of a cold prison cell.
I watch the occupant's surroundings, chained crudely to a metal chair that looks horribly uncomfortable, walls dripping wet from moister. Then I notice the occupant himself and I almost shudder with realization. A blonde mess of blood, dirt and dark purple bruises distort his face. But one look and I know exactly who that poor excuse of a person is as they cling helplessly to their life.
I suck in a breath as I move closer to the television screen, shaking visible as I let a hand cover my mouth. Tears that I hadn't been able to shed for myself these last few days are now coming in waves as I crumble in front of the television in horror or grief I am not sure.
"John…," I say as I watch as he snaps his head up as two large guards enter the room.
"Turn it off," I say almost demanded, not tearing my eyes away from the large screen. Storm doesn't seem to hear me as I stand in front of television anger now coming off of me in waves.
"Turn it off!" I scream at her hoping to catch her attention. She looks at me surprised at my outburst and nearly drops the little remote in hand.
My anger has doubled at this point and I just turn to the television and watch as the love of my life is hoisted up from his chair and placed on what looks like a broken leg. I see his face contort in pain as he is removed of his shackles and placed in a new easier pair to move around in. I can't take the scene anymore as I pick up one of the professor's bronze little statue's that he had gotten on one of his many travels and thrust it at the probably really expensive flat screen.
"Rogue what has gotten into you!?" Storm asks as she looks from my heaving body towards the now destroyed television.
"My problem, my problem!" I laugh at her mechanically almost insanely as I bend over from my hysteria.
"You people really are pathetic!" I point at them accusingly.
"You preach about saving all souls damned or not and here is one person who you can see is suffering more than need be for his past sins. Personally I appalled by your actions. I can't believe this is actually something we have to debate over! And Storm you as the leader and headmaster of this establishment is most pathetic of them all. You really want to know what the Professor would think about ya'll right now? He would be ashamed of you all! I can't believe I actually at one point wanted to be one of you, now I know why he left, now I know what I so blindly excepted when I joined up for this shit parade. And personally I don't want any part of it anymore. So why ya'll debate over one of your former friends lives I'll be prepping the Blackbird," and with that I stormed out of the room slamming those precious oak doors behind me leaving a dreaded and condemning silence behind me.
I march heatedly down to the lower levels of the mansion, children of various ages giving me different looks as I simmer in anger. I change roughly into the uniform I had only adorned once before. The leather sticking to my like a second skin and if I wasn't on a mission from who knows where I would have like to appreciate it and what it did to my figure. But I have no time for that now as I pull my long brown and white hair up in to a crude point-tail.
I reach the loading dock for the black jet and start the automotive initiate sequences. But I noticed they had already been started up, in fact from the computer screen in front of me it was done while I sat listening to Jubilee ramble about the nothingness of this school. I look confused for a moment before heading towards the plane that already had the lift down and waiting.
I walk up it with caution thinking maybe there was someone in here that really shouldn't have been. But to my sheer surprise I now see why the man I once worshipped had not attended the meeting. I smile to myself at his the fact that he knew what my response the whole thing would be.
"Took you long enough," he grunted out with an amused expression on his face that I can't help and smile even wider at.
"Well I had to berate the x-men and you know how long that takes sometimes," I tell him as I take my seat next his as co-pilot. Buckling the straps as Logan fires up the Blackbird not even waiting to see if the team was coming or not.
It takes us a few minutes to get the Blackbird ready for lift off and as we are about to close the lift a panting figure clamors inside.
"Sorry, my zipper got stuck," a breathless Kitty says as she sits in her usual seat on the large plastic bird. I nod my head in confirmation as I place the head set on my head and prepare to make our way out of the room below the basketball court.
"Wait," Logan says as he notice a few more figures approaching the bird and I almost groan at time we are wasting for people who obvious do not care.
Iceman, Colossus, Beast and Storm make there way onto the bird and just look at them with a raised eyebrow. Storm looks like she's about to take the controls from me, but one hard look from me and she take her seat behind me instead. This is my mission whether she likes it or not. Logan looks over at me as I flip the controls that will raise the lift and we are off.
I knew Logan knew all along, I guess all of my suspensions were correct on this one. I am glade that we still have something after all of this chaos. At least now I know that I have one friend on my side, especially after we rescue my beloved from his imprisonment.
A/N: Okay here's another chapter for ya and thanks for the reviews they were great! Also this chapter was kind of intense actually this whole story is intense and probably the best thing I've written so far.
Also should Pyro have his powers or should he lose them? You will just have to decide so review your suggestion to me please! Thanks- CF