Title: Santé d'esprit
Author: DannyPhantomFan06
Rating: T
Summary: Sanity is a fragile thing. It can be a hindrance or necessity. When events occur that make you question it, you realize how precious it really is.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used within.
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I had barely an hour of peace before she came back. She attempted to harass me into getting ready. I ignored her and continued to work. Realizing that I had no intention of even acknowledging her presence, she phased my homework into my desk. I glared at her, but to no avail.
"Get ready so we can, like, leave already." She was out of the room before I could ask her to get my work out of my desk.
I sighed. I might as well get dressed, since I was not starting over again on my homework. I really didn't like clubs. All the people constantly touching one another. The random guys trying to feel up a girl whenever possible. It never had been my scene. Perhaps that is why I agreed to go.
I got dressed in my Gothic best. I knew Kitty would throw a fit when she saw it and demand for me to change, but I didn't care. It was just a miniskirt and corset after all. The mesh over shirt would be left behind tonight. A decision I would regret later.
Twenty minutes later, Kitty appeared through my wall. As anticipated, she threw a fit. I told her it was either Goth Rogue or no Rogue. She calmed down pretty quickly. Her pink skirt and high heels looked overly girly when compared to my black skirt and combat boots. The pretty white top she wore was extravagant next to my plain black tank. The light makeup and pink gloss stood out next to heavy eyeliner and burgundy lipstick.
We snuck out through the window. Logan had never approved of us going to clubs or staying until all hours of the night. I thought it was due to his age. I'm sure that when he was a teen there were no dance clubs. I honestly don't care what his reason is. I was determined to do something unlike me.
We took Scott's precious car. It was either that car or Jean's SUV. Optic blasts or telepathy and telekinesis. It was a no brainer. Considering Kitty's driving past and a forgotten warrant for her arrest due to reckless driving, I drove.
We waited in the incredibly long line in New York City to get into what I was told was an exclusive club. Finally, we passed the bouncer at the door. The air was pounding with the dance beats. I could feel the floor vibrating from the bass. It was going to be a good night.
Kitty and I chose a table and waited. Within five minutes, we had the guys lining up. Show a little leg and they come quickly. We were being bombarded with requests to dance. I chose to dance with a tall, dark-haired man while Kitty chose a blond. She could have all the blond guys. I wasn't interested after Cody.
We danced close to one another, but far enough so we weren't grinding. I don't particularly like dancing like I'm having sex with the guy on the dance floor. I felt people brushing against my arms and relished the feeling. He took my hand as we danced and I loved it. It had nothing to do with him. I was in love with the feeling of skin on skin. Of course, it couldn't last.
The song ended and we chose new partners. This one was a dark haired guy that I knew I had seen before. His accent was decidedly Southern in some form. I didn't even try to place it. I was trying not to melt from the guy's gaze. (1)
He really knew what he was doing. I allowed him closer to me than the last guy. Once again, I was struck by a feeling of familiarity for some reason. I pushed the feeling back and danced closer to him.
The song was nearing its end when I felt it. Someone laid their hand on my shoulder. I immediately tried to fight them off. I could feel the beginning of my absorption powers. I tried to scream for them to get off, but they refused to listen.
I found it hard to make anything out as the memories flowed. I heard Kitty screaming. I could hear shouts of "Mutant!" and pounding footsteps as people fled. I could hear my last dance partner yelling in French. Cajun. That's what the accent was.
I redoubled my efforts to break away, but was held in place by this person I was absorbing. The memories were coming too fast to even allow me to sort out who this person was. My thoughts became increasingly disjointed as the person continued to hold on.
I finally felt the hand drop away and heard a body hit the ground. I turned to see the face of the person ho wouldn't let go. She was a pretty girl. Blonde hair and blue eyes. She couldn't have been much older than me. Even without checking for a pulse, I knew she was dead.
Kitty slowly came toward me. Mystery man had disappeared. I fell to my knees and clutched my head in my hands. The memories were starting to overtake me.
I saw a happy family. This girl and her brother spending time with their parents. Picnics, family vacations, football games, friends, crushes, and exes. Everything flowed together. The memories came faster and faster. This woman meeting with Nick Fury. Facing off against mutant terrorists. Watching the rise of Apocalypse. Meeting Mystique.
Finally, the memories stopped. I collapsed on the ground, exhausted from the absorption and the memories. Before darkness consumed me, I had one thought. Carol.
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Postscript:
(1) I am sure that some of you can identify this man. There are certainly enough hints in this chapter as to who he is.