Magneto Moments
By Daughter of the Black
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men
A/N: Please review, and italics are thoughts
Reunion and Other Things
Part two of two
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Rogue leaned against a tree, she had been forced by her 'friends' and 'teachers' from the meeting that was taking place inside the jet. She could feel Bobby moving towards her, all the metal on his body singing to her. Growling in frustration, Marie used the metal in the soil to propel herself upwards, into the treetops. Finding a suitable branch, she relaxed and listened to the soft swish of the wind through the trees.
Her fingers dug into her pocket and retrieved the small steel bauble that Magneto, no, Erik had slipped into her palm after he had just barely beaten her. He had ignored the observers, beckoning only to Mystique to follow him as he kissed Rogue on the cheek. Now, the brunette stroked the sphere and sunk into the essence of the stuff, it had been his first piece of metal after he had escaped from his prison. His emotion flickered over the surface, making it glitter; she saw where it was from, a sculpture.
Focusing on the weight in her palm, she bit her lip as she worked on controlling the metal. Keeping it where it rested, she drew her palm away, then she urged it to fly up into the sky. She kept a tight rein on it, feeling, and knowing, rather than seeing it fly in circles, dive, and brush the leaves. At last she pressed it down, bringing it back to her. She watched lazily, her eyelids becoming heavy. Just before they slid closed, she anchored the metal on her clothing to the branch, not wanting to wake up with a sudden stop.
The steel dropped as she fell into sleep, the ball landed on her stomach, laying still on the, hidden, taut skin. Her breathing was steady, but in her dreams, she raced along a wire fence, she stumbled, and looked back to see a man with a large gun gaining on her. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she pushed herself back to her feet, hearing the click and bang of the weapon being discharged. She screamed, feeling the bullet pressing against the nape of her neck. Not bothering to wonder why, she moved her hand around to the back of her head and grasped the metal. It fell into her hand, making her wince at the still warm metal.
She fell into the mud, not wanting to chance being shot again, the hat she wore falling to cover the spot the bullet should have entered. She held in the cry of pain as a sharp kick was delivered to her side by her would be murderer. She lifted her head ever so slightly as he walked away, staring at him with hate, she wished desperately. Wished that the bullet she clutched would kill him, slam through his heart. She hadn't realized she had let her fist relax, she did however notice the guard grunt and fall to the ground, a pool of red surrounding him. Scrambling away, she cried. Tonight, they would all be punished, officer's had been killed by the prisoners before, they would be beaten to within an inch of life, even if they were all innocent.
Staring into the smoke filled sky, she let the dark cloud of hate and death encompass her. Knowing, that tomorrow, would bring something else, something that made her hate. Knowing, that she had taken a life, her mind made the decision of going forward; there was no way that she could ever go back. Blood stained her hands, blood that would only come off if she worked for equality, no matter the means.
She woke slowly, feeling the warm breath on her face, she smiled softly, "Erik."
His warm, deep, voice floated like music to her ears, "What are you doing all the way up here?"
Marie yawned, "Dreaming."
His eyes hardened, "What did you see?"
She turned into his arms, "Your first, your motivation, your hope."
His arms moved to lock around her, he lowered them to the ground, holding her thin frame. He walked back towards the camp, whose inhabitants were looking for the girl, "That was the second time I ever used my power, I had no idea what I had done, how I had done it. I spent weeks and weeks trying to figure out how to do it. When I finally learned to control it marginally well, I was much safer. Since I was in a steel working camp, I used my ability to work and help those around me. I did it to make up for the life I took. When we were rescued, someone in the military noticed I was levitating my fork. It turned from awe, to fear, to want, to hate. I was alone."
Rogue snuggled closer to the strong man, "I know, I know everything about you. I remember the birthday your father gave you your first pair of gloves, telling you they were important. I remember your pride. I remember the first time you met Charles, I remember how much you hated yourself when you parted ways, but even more, I remember why you do the things you do."
Sighing, the older man paused on the outskirt of the camp, "Sometimes I wonder if I could have survived my time in prison, all alone with my memories, if it weren't for you. I love you dear girl."
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I finally got some inspiration for this. Hope you all don't hate me for making you wait, I just wasn't in the mood to write. I have a general idea for the next, and last two chapters. Hopefully, with enough encouragement, I will get the next one out by next Friday. Wish me luck! Read and Review as always…questions?
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