Starting Over 2

Note: another one, yay! I really hope more people can ship this couple. Still don't know how to upload the image of Victor I really want, is from the Marvel database and show him wearing only jeans, with short hair and blood hands and I just want to lick him! If anyone know if that is possible let me know, Enjoy.

P.S I don't know how but a part of my note (talking about another favorite story Scent of prey, that I was begging the author to finish. And a part in the end, when Logan arrive in the mansion, the professor uses Cerebro to confirm Rogue death and then he snaps. Sorry for the mistakes!

Six months later

She could feel again. After so many time involved in the darkness, numb to everything, felling was coming as a shock. She tried to breath but her lungs are burning, tried to open her eyes but is surrounded by darkness. She couldn't remember anything. It seems like she is at the bottom of a lake, she was confused, and she could hear voices screaming in her head.

Before she could freak out her body seemed to change, looking like she was made of ice. And that confused her even more. She couldn´t remember having weird ice powers and how or why she was under water. And alive!

She tried to get some calm, shutting the screaming voices, I have no intention to listen to them anyway. She doesn´t trust them, couldn´t focus, it was to chaotic. Her situation was so bizarre, but she started to feel how easy the cold water moves through her, she starts to move up, the closer she gets to the ice, the more she can feel a pull, like it was parting for her, like she controls it.

She reaches the top breaking free with a gasp. Too many feelings are coming back at once. She was still not cold, her body still looking made of ice, but the light seems too bright, the sounds and smells too loud and strong. It was overwhelming! She is confused and scary and her own mind seemed the scariest thing of all.

As she leaves the water, her body becomes flesh and blood again, and she start to feel the cold in her bones. Rogue tried to walk to warm up, trying again to shut the voices, she heard a growl in her mind and the voices seemed to quiet down a little. Enough for her to remember two important things, her name is Rogue, (well Marie, but she is not that girl anymore and she don´t let anyone call her Marie) and that she must never NEVER touch someone. She is a leech and when she touches people, she takes everything of them. I'm scared, did I kill people with my curse¿ A few voices in her head start to scream yes, and she shut them up again, terrified.

Something inside her, different from the voices, something that it was her, that wake up at the same moment that her, was trying to help her. It was something to trust, not like the voices. Like a side of her that was quiet for a long time, now it was roaring outside the cage. It was telling to ignore her mind, to trust her instincts, they would keep her safe, they would tell only the truth.

She let her instincts take control and her mind gets quieter, like the voices can get close to her when she is like that. That calms her a little, but all her senses are really strong, too intense to not ne overwhelming. She sniffs the air around her, and it was almost too much, she smelled everything, so many different smells all around that forest, the small animal, she could hear then under the dirt, in their layers. It was so intense. She almost let go of them, but the voices start to screaming again, trying to reach her, she ignores them and sharpened her senses, shutting them up.

Then almost like she could smell it, she knows something is off. Everything seemed quieter, like every creature in there had the correct instinct to hide. She sniffed the air again, a new smell, a hint of something feral that send shivers down her spine and seemly trigger something in the creature in her mind, the one that was her. It made her itch to run, and at same time to stop, a wonderful smell that seems to call to her.

She was too confused to take any decision, so she broke in a sprint, Run seems to calm her messy mind. Then she could her galloping steps following her. She tried to get some speed and for a second it looks like she escaped (the very angry creature in her mind furious and confused, still wanting that smell). She stops trying to listen around, she gets nothing at first, but then the wind changed and it was too late. A massive body tackle her, feeling so warm after the cold of the night. An enormous hand grabs her hair harshly and a deep growl come from a mouth with too much teeth to be anything other than terrifying. His deep grave voice, too close to her ears, grunt to her.

Miss me, frail¿