Authors Note: YAY for revision! Okay, so this is the next installment to
my little fractured fairytale (I LOVE THAT TERM!), and it's totally
different from the last chapter 2, so...enjoy!
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Jean. All he heard was Jean. The screams were vicious tearing through the air like a hungry hawk, and the terrified students skittered through the colorless halls in the early morning. He could hear her screech, an atrocious dirge of panic. He evaded the crowd. What had happened? Odd enough Rogue hadn't come home the night before, and now Jean. He couldn't handle this. Why was everyone so panicked? Through the locker room and gym, onto the field he ran. All he saw was Jean, dressed for her first period cheerleading practice. He rushed to her, ignoring the others around him.the passed out Kitty, disbelieving Kurt, Evan who had vomited. Only Jean mattered, and he reached her with open arms, her back turned and one hand casing her mouth. No matter the outlandish shadow that loomed over her. She had to be okay! He shook her out of her daze, flipping her to face him.
"Jean!" He cried, his voice shuddering with a sort of apprehension.
"Rogue." She whispered in return to him, almost unheard.
Scott stepped away from her. Rogue? What about Rogue? Scott took the time then to become aware of the anomalous silhouette that fell over he and Jean. He looked up. NO! His head screamed, but his voice could not create the words. All he could see was blood. Blood on her face. Blood on her arms. Blood pooling beneath her. Beneath the cross she had been crucified upon. Why? WHY?!
"Rogue!" He jumped about Jean, dodging for Rogue. He ran like never before. Scott rested beneath her, his shoes splashing in her blood as her stepped onto the grass, waterlogged red with her vital essence.
He jumped up, grabbing her wrist, tugging on it vainly, ignoring the dizzy reds and blues that spun his way. He disregarded the ambulance, and the cops.
"Someone, get him off her!" a faceless paramedic cried.
Scott ignored the deputies yelling at him. He had to get her down!
"NO!" he screeched as the deputies pulled him away.
"NO!" he kicked, "NO!" he screamed.
It was an ordeal, and as Scott was torn away, the paramedics without delay replacing his spot, he snagged the cloth, carelessly tossed and tucked over her body and it dropped, the crimson substance soaking through from the drenched ground below. Scott didn't want to see her like this. And in shock, he simply stopped his hysteria and was thrown desperately into a state of shock. He knew that knife, but from where!
As the deputies began to loosen their grip on the comatose boy, Scott lunged forward, ripping the knife from Rogue's fractured side. He couldn't leave it there!
"Stop him!" her heard a deputy cry. "He's obstructing the crime scene!"
He was tackled to the ground this time, but none of that mattered. Rogue had made a sound when he released the knife from her, and her estranged whimper meant.she was ALIVE!
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The stretcher was raced down the tiny hall, nurses fleeing to it from here and there, trying to calm the spurting blood from the injured woman's wrists. Scott held tight to the side of Rogue's moving bed, slipping now and then on the blood that dripped onto the floor.
"What happened?" a faceless doctor asked, running to the stretcher.
"She was nailed to a cross." A nurse replied. The doctor looked up for a moment, a flash of hopelessness in his old eyes.
A nurse pulled Scott away from the stretcher, it disappearing behind swinging doors.
"Sir, I'm sorry, you can't go in there."
"NO!" Scott protested, pushing himself forward.
"Sir, it's against hospital protocol." She explained to him, and before he had a chance to try again, something grabbed his shoulder.
"Come on, shades. We're here, and there's nothing we can do now." Scott could never once before recall Logan's features quite so dark. They had all already given Rogue up for dead, but no. He couldn't do that. He knew she would live. She had to live.
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Kitty's fingers clamored clumsily over the numbers on the pay phone. She didn't know why, but she had to let Lance know. Everyone had to know.and as much as she hated to admit it, now or ever, she needed him. Why did he have to ditch today? Why did they all have to ditch? The phone began to ring.
"Hello?" the female voice frightened Kitty at first, she had to admit she was afraid of Wanda, but, sighing heavily, she pressed herself forward.
"I need to speak with Lance."
"Right." Was her only answer, and in moment's, another voice came onto the line.
"What do you want?" his harsh voice cut at her.
"Lance!" Kitty cried, almost falling back into hysterics.
"Oh, Kitty, it's you. Are you okay? Why aren't you at school?" he asked, sounding a bit more concerned than he would have liked.
"Lance, you need to come to the hospital!" she drawled out.
"The hospital? Why? Kitty, what happened?!" A crowd gathered slowly, and nonchalantly, Todd hit the speakerphone button. So he and the others could hear.
"Rogue's hurt. She's dying." Once more, control escaped Kitty Pride and she fell into a series of racking sobs.
Piertro was stunned. What had she said? Rogue was dying? How could this be, he cast his eyes around. Fred, Todd, Lance, and Mystique were stricken with heart broken looks, but Wanda, he face was placid, almost smirking. How could she not remember? How could she not of put two and two together? Didn't she care about Marie? Didn't she know Rogue was Marie? He wanted to slap her, and.he didn't hesitate to.
"Wipe that look off your face!" he screamed.
"How dare you!" she yelled back.
"Wanda, I thought you cared! Didn't Marie mean anything to you? When we were kids, didn't you care at all?!" Piertro stared into her metal eyes.
"Marie...is Rogue?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Piertro just nodded his head.
"Marie is Rogue. And Marie is dying."
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Author's Note: So.yeah. Well, that was the revised chapter 2. I hope you didn't all hate it. Well, still, I know you're probably over this story, but lemme' know if you liked this chapter 2, or the other better. Okay? Thanks!
Next Chapter: "The blood runs cold inside, doesn't it, Summers?" Duncan sneered at him. "To watch someone you care about slip away."
"It was you, wasn't it?" Scott stepped back at his own words.
"Bingo."
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Jean. All he heard was Jean. The screams were vicious tearing through the air like a hungry hawk, and the terrified students skittered through the colorless halls in the early morning. He could hear her screech, an atrocious dirge of panic. He evaded the crowd. What had happened? Odd enough Rogue hadn't come home the night before, and now Jean. He couldn't handle this. Why was everyone so panicked? Through the locker room and gym, onto the field he ran. All he saw was Jean, dressed for her first period cheerleading practice. He rushed to her, ignoring the others around him.the passed out Kitty, disbelieving Kurt, Evan who had vomited. Only Jean mattered, and he reached her with open arms, her back turned and one hand casing her mouth. No matter the outlandish shadow that loomed over her. She had to be okay! He shook her out of her daze, flipping her to face him.
"Jean!" He cried, his voice shuddering with a sort of apprehension.
"Rogue." She whispered in return to him, almost unheard.
Scott stepped away from her. Rogue? What about Rogue? Scott took the time then to become aware of the anomalous silhouette that fell over he and Jean. He looked up. NO! His head screamed, but his voice could not create the words. All he could see was blood. Blood on her face. Blood on her arms. Blood pooling beneath her. Beneath the cross she had been crucified upon. Why? WHY?!
"Rogue!" He jumped about Jean, dodging for Rogue. He ran like never before. Scott rested beneath her, his shoes splashing in her blood as her stepped onto the grass, waterlogged red with her vital essence.
He jumped up, grabbing her wrist, tugging on it vainly, ignoring the dizzy reds and blues that spun his way. He disregarded the ambulance, and the cops.
"Someone, get him off her!" a faceless paramedic cried.
Scott ignored the deputies yelling at him. He had to get her down!
"NO!" he screeched as the deputies pulled him away.
"NO!" he kicked, "NO!" he screamed.
It was an ordeal, and as Scott was torn away, the paramedics without delay replacing his spot, he snagged the cloth, carelessly tossed and tucked over her body and it dropped, the crimson substance soaking through from the drenched ground below. Scott didn't want to see her like this. And in shock, he simply stopped his hysteria and was thrown desperately into a state of shock. He knew that knife, but from where!
As the deputies began to loosen their grip on the comatose boy, Scott lunged forward, ripping the knife from Rogue's fractured side. He couldn't leave it there!
"Stop him!" her heard a deputy cry. "He's obstructing the crime scene!"
He was tackled to the ground this time, but none of that mattered. Rogue had made a sound when he released the knife from her, and her estranged whimper meant.she was ALIVE!
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The stretcher was raced down the tiny hall, nurses fleeing to it from here and there, trying to calm the spurting blood from the injured woman's wrists. Scott held tight to the side of Rogue's moving bed, slipping now and then on the blood that dripped onto the floor.
"What happened?" a faceless doctor asked, running to the stretcher.
"She was nailed to a cross." A nurse replied. The doctor looked up for a moment, a flash of hopelessness in his old eyes.
A nurse pulled Scott away from the stretcher, it disappearing behind swinging doors.
"Sir, I'm sorry, you can't go in there."
"NO!" Scott protested, pushing himself forward.
"Sir, it's against hospital protocol." She explained to him, and before he had a chance to try again, something grabbed his shoulder.
"Come on, shades. We're here, and there's nothing we can do now." Scott could never once before recall Logan's features quite so dark. They had all already given Rogue up for dead, but no. He couldn't do that. He knew she would live. She had to live.
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Kitty's fingers clamored clumsily over the numbers on the pay phone. She didn't know why, but she had to let Lance know. Everyone had to know.and as much as she hated to admit it, now or ever, she needed him. Why did he have to ditch today? Why did they all have to ditch? The phone began to ring.
"Hello?" the female voice frightened Kitty at first, she had to admit she was afraid of Wanda, but, sighing heavily, she pressed herself forward.
"I need to speak with Lance."
"Right." Was her only answer, and in moment's, another voice came onto the line.
"What do you want?" his harsh voice cut at her.
"Lance!" Kitty cried, almost falling back into hysterics.
"Oh, Kitty, it's you. Are you okay? Why aren't you at school?" he asked, sounding a bit more concerned than he would have liked.
"Lance, you need to come to the hospital!" she drawled out.
"The hospital? Why? Kitty, what happened?!" A crowd gathered slowly, and nonchalantly, Todd hit the speakerphone button. So he and the others could hear.
"Rogue's hurt. She's dying." Once more, control escaped Kitty Pride and she fell into a series of racking sobs.
Piertro was stunned. What had she said? Rogue was dying? How could this be, he cast his eyes around. Fred, Todd, Lance, and Mystique were stricken with heart broken looks, but Wanda, he face was placid, almost smirking. How could she not remember? How could she not of put two and two together? Didn't she care about Marie? Didn't she know Rogue was Marie? He wanted to slap her, and.he didn't hesitate to.
"Wipe that look off your face!" he screamed.
"How dare you!" she yelled back.
"Wanda, I thought you cared! Didn't Marie mean anything to you? When we were kids, didn't you care at all?!" Piertro stared into her metal eyes.
"Marie...is Rogue?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Piertro just nodded his head.
"Marie is Rogue. And Marie is dying."
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Author's Note: So.yeah. Well, that was the revised chapter 2. I hope you didn't all hate it. Well, still, I know you're probably over this story, but lemme' know if you liked this chapter 2, or the other better. Okay? Thanks!
Next Chapter: "The blood runs cold inside, doesn't it, Summers?" Duncan sneered at him. "To watch someone you care about slip away."
"It was you, wasn't it?" Scott stepped back at his own words.
"Bingo."