Once again, i'm so sorry I haven't updated!
This chapter I do like it a lot.
I hope you like what Pyro and Rogue were talking about.
Also Mystique and Pyro I think had a nice friendship so I have a bit of that in a way in this chapter. So read, Review and ENJOY! xx

Rogues POV:

Every day was getting worse and worse.

My mind was fragile as ever, I still couldn't sleep at night after having those two panic attacks. One in the room where I found all of the people dead, and the second was after when I was trying to find the door.

My mind was trying to process everything that had happened, kidnapped, Pyro, city, trapped, strangers, bobby, fire, powers not working, Kitty and so much more.

A voice in my head was telling me that, if an option to escape rised, would i take it? Would i run from Pyro, the brotherhood. Where would i run to? Would i be able to walce right back into the schools arms? Would Logen swear revenge on magneto and pyro? What about bobby? Has he been missing me, Or has he been seeing this as a dream come true by being able to have kitty with him whenever he wanted.

I felt in a way better being hidden off from the world. It was a cowardly thing to say but, I felt like i didn't have to impress anyone, I didn't have to worry about the way people looked at me, as they saw the 'girl who couldn't touch anyone'. In a way i felt better here than any other place.

Every day was crazier than the next, but it got better i told myself. It would. It had to get better. Thats one thing that kept me going. Is that in the end ill be freed. At least i think i would be...

I lay down on the bed. My good hand slowly grazing my burn. I hated it at first. It showed John hurt me. It would always be there forever. Just now my mind had changed about it. John even said himself that he didn't mean to. It kind of now reminded me of, how John was saving my life in a way. Okay i might sound crazy but when you think about it, if i was given as a slave to anyone else, i would probably be dead right now. John kept be alive. With him i wanted to be alive.

We were both helping each other in a way. Not like a whole Roma and Juliette way but with each other we had a reason to live. We both were in position were we had no choice, and sometimes that one answer could end it all. We were friends, or at least close to being friends, who were both in a world where everything was not perfect. We just lived off each other, since if i didn't have John i wouldn't have any hope.

Who would have thought two people, who should be enemies, could find in-perfections in a world where you needed to be perfect. You needed to be human. We were the monsters that fed off their fear. Nothing would ever make us like them. That's one thing i had realised while i was here. The professor put it in our minds, that humans were like us, and that they just didn't understand it from our point of view, that we needed to protect them from us. It had always made me feel like a monster. The type of monster who would crash down towers, buildings and eat humans. That's how they saw us. We were the monsters. Always had been, and always would be,

They had turned us into the monsters. They made us scared to show our selves to them. We couldn't go anywhere without being judged. But here we were all the same. And in a way I wanted to help destroy the x-men. They lied to us. They told us everything was perfect out there, but i realised they were hiding us, from the real world, since they all knew we would hate humans. It was something we had to do. We were built to hate humans. When we tried to be friend them they would run away screaming.

We were the horror movie brought to life.

**

My feet dangled off the end of the bed. I smiled at it. I felt stupid. I was a young girl. A young girl sitting in a metal room from head to toe (which might i add these little piggies defiantly don't like.) with nothing to do what so ever.

I was use to the silence. I was use to the darkness. It all was like a second life to me. I hated being alone. For me as a child i hated me ignored or just not being spoken to. but now i guess once again it has grown on me.

My legs were covered by my jeans which were clean since pyro washed them. As for my top, it seemed to have shrunk a fair bit. I looked it up and down. It was the same size wasn't it? It was fine around my stomach line. The trouble was around my existent bust line. Or well what use to be my tiny bust line. I could feel my shirt stretching to cover my breasts, which couldn't have been mine. I had always had tiny breasts didn't I? I cringed thinking some of the strangers could have drugged me with a hormone drug which could have transformed my breasts up a cup.

I closed my eyes for a second. Flashing through my memories, of me in a singlet, which was a very, very, very rare occasion, and my boobs looked the same as they are now.

Had I always had this size of breasts? Why hadn't I ever realised? Then it struck me like lightening. When I was at the mansion, I always wore baggy clothes, oversized t-shirts covering my skin as much as I could. No one ever told me not to. Bobby sometimes seemed to approve of seeing me like a marshmallow covered head to toe in clothes.

The only person who had ever told me to lighten a bit was John one winter afternoon near Christmas. Bobby was at his house celebrating the season with his family who knew nothing about him back then.

Everyone would huddle around a fire place, covered head to toe in the gear I would wear as a living. The only one still prowling around in shorts and a short sleaved shirt was John.

Since of his power being fire, he's body seemed to be an automatic heater. Not seeing why we were huddled near any type of warmth we could greedily find.

It wasn't until one morning he cracked at me. "Rogue! For bloody sake, I have seen you wear that outfit for the past whole year. Not like I take note of what you wear each day but please for my eyes sake only, put some mixture in your choice of un-fashionable clothing." He didn't even bother covering up his annoyance.

That week I did. With most kids staying in there rooms, and bobby no where near me, I wore the shortest shorts I could find. Or well jeans John had cut down to shorts. With a black singlet which I had seen most girls wear, which made guys pop out as they saw girls bend over and there racks nearly fall out of there bundle. When my mind thought it I had the same size as breasts as the year ago.

No one just ever even bothered to check them out. Not like I wanted them to but I see why girls liked guys googly eyeing them, it made them know they were wanted.

And that's how I felt now. I was wanted. Even for not the purpose it should be, I was wanted by all of the wrong reasons. But it was all the same in the end.

***

For the rest of the day I sat on the bed, laid on the bed, and even once danced on it. My mind was blank besides of the conversation I had with pyro last night.

-flash back-

My eyes skimmed his shirt less body. My cheeks were rushed to the last layer of my skin red. My eyes focused on his face as I couldn't even hold down my embarrassment of seeing him shirt less. Hes eyes were darkening. They were like the time he had tried to kill all of the cops that day at Bobbys.

It was the look he gave before he killed. But this time his eyes were not matching his facial expressions. Hes skin looked pale, like what I assumed vampires would have on a daily bases. He looked like he would pass out.

"John are you, are you okay?" I finally asked. I knew he would decline my offer of help.

He nodded his head, which made me understand he didn't trust his voice right now. I grimaced he looked like he would die, and I couldn't have that happen now, he was my key to escaping this place. Was it that bad to use him as my way to freedom?

"Ask me now." He whispered back. He really looked sick. I bit my bottom lip. How could this happen, he was fine when he kissed me? But now it looks like he was dead.

"Whats happening? Why are you looking so under the weather?" I tried to make it sound like I didn't care, but in a way I did.

He nodded his head, his lips slowly parting to say something.

"You d-on't have to wo-rry abou-t this, I will be fin-e soo-on, itss m-y punishment." He stuttered back, as if he was freezing cold.

Freezing cold. He was freezing cold, he skin was white as anything, and he was stuttering as if he had swam to Alaska. I reached my hand out to touch his chin; it stung my hand to grace it on something so cold as how pyro was right now. It must be killing him.

He gave me a smile telling me it had happened before. Who ever was doing this was terrible.

My hand came back to my lap as I went on with my questions.

"Whats happened to my powers?"

***

Of corse john didn't tell me much, only little answers here and there to my questions, as if this was a riddle. All a game.

But it wasn't, it was something much worse, it was something which had my life, my powers and my soul.

I had changed that night, I wasn't using pyro as an escape route now, since I know it wont come yet. I cant do anything. And I might never be able to do anything about it.

I had changed, I stopped fighting, I couldn't find the fight in me anymore. I was going to get raped by my best friend. I was going to be killed by them, I was going to be burned. Tears were sliding down my cheeks, as I started to shake.

I sat against the metal walls, my arms trapping my legs in, never wanting to let go. I felt like I would shatter if I let go. All of it would be over.

-Flash back-

"out of all the girls it was you, we chose you, storm was to old, to wise, kitty would walk out of our arms, she was to y-oung. Then there was li-ttle Rogu-e, who runs from home every day anyways. Also you pretty much just walked into our arms." He was stuttering less. The colour coming back into his cheeks.

"what do you mean I just walked in here?! I woke up in that metal cage of a room!" I yelled back. I had been having terrible mood swings with being locked up. Hidden, from this world.

He looked into my eyes, his calm, mine red with anger, we seemed to have swapped moods.

His hand reached out to mine, he's shook a bit as he tried to get blood to it, as it finally touched my hand he smiled at me. Well attempted to smile.

"Do you think Kitty or any other mutant girl from the mansion would survive this long?" I felt myself gulp in guilt. They would have killed them self by now, or gone mad. I was going to go there soon I thought. But it made me feel better knowing I was stronger then those girls.

"Do you think, they would be able to stand sleeping in the same bed as me? Let only be able to be locked in the same room for a month?" he shivered now in stead of stuttering. He was meaning everything he said.

"Do you think, they would be okay knowing they are going to be raped any time soon?" Hes eyes darkened now.

He admitted it.

I really was going to get raped. For a reason I didn't know.

I was going to get raped by him.

"Please don't just not that." I whimpered. I felt my eyes boil with emotions.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. Were going to get killed if we don't." he seemed like he might cry, the all mighty pyro was freezing his ass off and about to cry.

"But why? Why do you have to do this?" I asked back to him. I felt everything ripe from my inside out. My heart was pounding faster the I could breath.

"She is goin-g to k-ill me. Sh-e want-s you. And your going to get used by them, if you don't do what they sa-y they will make you d-o it. You do-nt have fre-e will. You're ju-st apart of there plain im sorry. So sorry." John was standing up now. Hes skin had colour in them, he seemed distress. He quickly just grappled his leather jacked and ran out of the door, slamming it behind him.

I was left in the darkness moaning to my self. "Please Don't leave me."

***

That's when I lay down on the bed alone.

Last night pyro had told me I was going to rape, for a purpose unknown. A women was after me, and I was told I would have no free will. My life was as great as it could get.

Mystique POV:

With out making a sound I tip toed out of my room. My blue legs hardly touching the ground. It was late at night, but you couldn't trust anything. No one.

Quicksilver was being a dick, as was toad. Everyone was.

Besides one. Pyro. He was the only one who acted like them selves, even in the position he was in. he was too young. To young, it made me upset, I could do this mission, anyone could but they picked him. I wasn't jealous, I was defiantly not, I was just scared for him. It could kill his mind if he does it. The brotherhood might be evil, but we didn't back stab our friends, no matter who they were.

My mind flickered back to the girl, who technically was the same age as Pyro, but in body and soul was younger, she had never gone through what we have. Okay so she couldn't touch anyone, big whoop, she hadn't done let alone seen what we had seen. Now little miss perfect was locked in a room slowly loosing her sanity.

I was scared this day would come. She would loose it. Which always made me pondering, if she went insane, would they still want her? They had salvaged our planes by stepping in and betting they would have her. They made me want to shape shift into the juggernaut and attack them.

It was upsetting. Especially seeing how Pyro was going. He couldn't take it. You could tell. Neither could the girl. If it was someone else, Pyro would have finished the job ages ago, but it had to be her. When I thought about it Pyro seemed to have a soft spot for the girl. I guess everyone did. She couldn't touch anyone, which made people send pity to her in every direction.

She had a strong power I will admit. To strong for herself. She had always hated her gift. It was seen as a curse through her eyes. Poor girl. She has to get over it. We all had to make sacrifices. Some of us, more than others. But she just runs away from them every time.

Well she can't this time. And neither can Pyro.

I hadn't realised that I was half way back to my room, my foot steps were heaver since of my anger. I slowly started to slow down my pace, my breathing coming down to my regular intake.

Every one seemed to be asleep. My cat like eyes scanned the door, which lead to Pyros room. My ears picked up that Rogue was in the room, but Pyro wasn't. I just shrugged it off that he went to see Magneto.

I finally made it back to the front door of my room. I signed, I didn't want to stay here. I wanted to be out there looking for him. I had to find him. My smile brighten at the last time I saw him, he of course had no clue who I was but I defiantly did.

He was what I always thought he looked like, it made me happ-, my ears twitched. Someone was in my room. I quickly shape shifted into a buff male human. When I was happy with my appearance I opened the door and slid in.

My disguise didn't last long. Just as I got through the door I had already slimmed back down into my blue body, wide eyes looking at the person on my bed in shock.

There on my bed was Pyro, who's eyes looked red as if he was crying, which he probably was.

I slowly tiptoed my way to sitting on the edge of the bed with him. His puffy eyes meeting my yellow ones.

"I can't do it." He whimpered. "I can't hurt her like that." I nodded my head, he didn't take notice of my body language, he just kept looking ahead at the photo which was now on my vanity, instead of my bed side table.

"It's okay, you don't have to, and you can just say she would kill you if you touched her for that long." I answered back, I tried to get eye contact with him but he just kept staring at the photo frame. I really just wanted to shove it in a place that only I could see it and no one else could.

As my eyes went off Pyro I felt his on me. I slowly looked into them, they seemed like they had no more faith or hope.

"Her powers don't work on me." He stated. "She had touched me, I have carried her and kissed her when they were watching and nothing, she didn't even get one memory."

My eyes must have given away I felt sorry for him and that I was in shock.

"What do you mean her powers don't work on you?!" I felt my temper kick in. it was my best friend at times.

"They couldn't have just disappeared! And she hasn't taken the cure!" my voice cracked as I said the 'C' word. It was true she hadn't been given the cure. Something wasn't right. I had touched the girl when she arrived, giving her a glint of what I was thinking in my mind, when I knew our skin had came into contact I dropped her, so she wouldn't go far enough to drain my powers or worse, look into my memories.

My mind was brought back to Pyro.

"Mystique, she can touch me, and I know why."

Woo hoo! Chapter 10 done! and yes, Rogue DIDN'T get the cure! Tell me what you think about it (::
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