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*Don't Speak*










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The dream came just like all the others. I've tried to ignore it ever since I layed eyes on you. I always said to myself I was above you. Better than you. Of a higher class. Always kept in mind that you were the freak of the freaks, and I didn't hang out with freaks.But you weren't a freak. You never were. You were the challenge I had been waiting for. The game I had never played or set eyes on. I remember when my father had tried to turn Scott over by using his brother. He captured the X-men and made them fight their rivals to get the strongest by his side. It failed just like they all do. But that failure was my awakening. That failure brought me to see you and why you do the thing you do.

I was fighting and taunting Evan as I always do. I don't do it for the kill, just for the sport. He had created a road block with his spikes and I came to a screeching halt. Before I could think of something else I felt something behind me. But I never got the chance to turn around, I didn't need to really. I felt your hand rest on my cheek. Do you have any idea how silky your skin is? How perfect and sensual it is to the touch? I wanted to kiss your palm and nip at the digits. But I never got the chance. Perhaps there's something about your powers that you don't know.

When you receive my memories................I received yours to. They came in a rush for me spinning my head for a second that seemed like eons! So many memories! I saw you as an infant seeing Mystique for the very first time. Kurt only ten minutes older than you looked over at you with his yellow eyes. I saw Mystique leave you with your bottle and with the promise to come back after she retrieved your brother from Magneto. I saw a women named Destiny come after she had left and take you. But Magneto knew about you, he always does. I saw you with your foster foster family that abused you. No your mother or foster mother loved you, it was the father that hurt you.

I saw your thirteenth birthday as your mother leaned down to give you a kiss. Her life was absorbed. You had received your powers for the first time. You were so young and scared, that your powers came out full force. Killing her. Your life was ruined after. I saw the nights your father would come in drunk and take his fury out on you. How you crumbled. Your bruised body and bloody face. But you refused to cry didn't you. You would never give him the satisfaction of seeing his power over you. Crying was what your nights were for. But they only lasted so long. Only until you forgot how. Is that why you never cry now?

I see you getting out of your last shower at that house. You go to your mirror and drop the towel. You had taken some of your mothers make-up from her room. You smeared the black eyeliner on you lips, caked the foundation on until your skin was white, you iced the purpled eyeshadow on as thick as it would become. And last but not least, you cut your hair. You beautiful waist length hair. You took the scissors and cropped it to your shoulders. All the while your eyes never left your reflection. You got every piece of dark clothing out and packed it in a bag. Only you knew why you had changed the way you did. Now I know too.

You wanted to make yourself as ugly on the outside as you felt you were on the inside. You didn't want to be hurt anymore. And if people were to disgusted by you to even go near you then how could they hurt you? That was your plan wasn't it. But somewhere in the deep dark back of your mind you wanted to do this. To filter out who would hurt you. If they left you alone they were no good anyway. But if they pursued you long enough than they were semi-trustworthy. Very nice plan. And it worked until you met the X-men. I saw your foundations crumble beneath you as you finally gave into them and tumbled into their arms. I also saw you walk away from me. And I saw myself too.

I saw how I treated you like a freak. I saw how I teased you and provoked you into fights. I saw how I flushed every time you took a swing at me. I saw myself turn red every time you looked at Scott, Lance, Evan, any other male besides me. I saw the pain in my eyes the first time I saw you fighting against us. But I saw your happiness with them. And I knew I had to let you go. But I couldn't. I still can't.

Did you know your powers do that? That why everyone passes out when you touch them. You don't absorb their life form and energy. They just receive your memories. The power and speed of it knocks them out. I guess the trauma is just too severe for any of them to remember what they saw. But you forgot, my little Rouge, that I am the speed demon. I am the fastest thing alive. And I caught up with your memories. I saw you. I saw the real you that no one else ever can. I remember as I tumbled to the floor after you touched me. I looked up at you in shock, hurt, and.................love. Yes that emotion was in there too. And then darkness consumed me.

I hear Mystique found a mutant scientist that is inventing a deflection virus. It'll give us immunity to your energy absorbing, or your rush of memories as I put it, but your powers are too strong and will take our powers anyway. But at least you won't be able to knock us unconscious. Unfortunately your little X-assholes are trying to counter or little chess move. Your powers are vital to them and their finding away for you to keep our powers. Not steal them from us but copy them. Clone them. So you'll be able to keep them in the back of your mind. Won't this battle be exiting.

I know Mystique isn't getting the virus for us. Just herself. She knows you don't forgive her. Even hate her. Maybe thats why she's trying to win over Kurt. To prove to him and you that she still loves you. Coaxing her family back. Her children. Mystique loves you doesn't she. I guess she's what they were talking about when they said 'you always hurt the ones you love'. How true. It seems thats the only saying that is true, or has any effect to life now a days. I mean here this one 'it is better to love and lost than to never have loved at all'. How can some of these be written by geniouses and some written by some guy with his head up his ass?!

Now I guess we're back to my dreams. It happens every single damn night. I'm in a enormous field. I stretches on forever. No trees, no buildings, no bushes, nothing but grass and stars. The perfect place to run. Nothing to crash into, nothing to slow down for, nothing. I smirk and take off, running as fast as I can. I laugh and jump across a few yards. The wind whips at my hair and the side views are nothing but a smudged blur. All of the sudden I feel another presence. I look to the side and there you are. Running right beside me. And you're keeping up!

I stare wide eyed and shocked at your for a while. You pass me a side eyed glance and take off in front. I watch you and smirk. I always know a challenge when I see one. I go at full speak to be next to you. We jump and dash, sprint and zig-zag. Our moves are mimics and match perfectly, timing and all. This is new to me. You can run with me. Together, side by side. Its like you were made for me, born to me. I look over at you still in our own little race. You eyes are fixed ahead of us, in pure concentration. You see nothing else but whats ahead of you. Ignoring all else.

I smile a little in admiration and take your hand. My naturally narrowed eyes look ahead with you as I caress your digits. I feel you tense but cautiously relax and squeeze back.

My lungs begin to get tired and my legs complain for rest. I slow down as I see you doing the same. I let your hand go only for a moment before clutching my chest and leaning over for more air. You take the time then to collapse to the ground panting. You don't care what I think or if I think you weak. I can't help but smile and your self confidence in yourself and that your doing the right thing. I collapse next to you and once more take your hand. I need your skin to caress my own again. I look over at you only have a foot away. Your eyes are closed in relief as your lips are parted to take in as much air as possible and your chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath.

I'm panting too aren't I. I reach lazily over and put my hand on top of your heart. You don't move, you're trusting me. I pathetically feel out your heartbeat. When I find it I make music with the beat. I pretend that its beating for me and not for life. I chuckle a little at its race. This is what speed does to you my beautiful. Your heartbeat raises way above everyone else's. It no longer feels like a beat. Just a hum. A dull hum. But yours isn't dull. Its the most beautiful thing I ever heard in my life. A lazy smile reaches my features once more and I crawl over. I gently lay my head on your chest. My ear replacing my hand. You don't have a care in the world and let me listen to the beautiful music you heart makes.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Thats what it sounds like now. Just a hum. I take your hand, my head still on your chest and bring it to my own heart. I turn my head and see you smile and give a little amused laugh at the feel of it. You can literally feel it vibrating in your chest can't you. I take my head away and hover over you to look at your beautiful ice green eyes. You free of make-up now. Free of dark clothes. Free of pain. Your free of the darkness now. I'm protecting you. I caress your cheek with my finger tips. Still staring intently. I cautiously lean down so as to give you time to pull away. But isn't that why my hand is still on you chest?

To keep you from doing just that? I don't care anymore. I lean down and brush my lips with yours. Its a feather kiss. Like asking permission. I feel you gently kiss back just as softly if not more so. You giving me the initiative to go deeper, to press harder. I lean most my weight on you trusting your strength but not crushing you. Your hands don't go around my neck like most girls like to kiss. I feel a bit of a paing and take your wrists placing them so they hang around my neck.




And thats were I wake up. To day dream about you all over again. I want to make this a reality. Run away from here. Go to the plains were we can live our dream!...........................no not our dream. *My* dream. You know nothing about this. You don't know what I think. And I doubt you give a royal rats ass about them either. I'm willing to give everything up for you! Everything!! Why don't you understand? I stare up at the ceiling thinking and reliving the plains and the kiss. I take the pillow away from my head and fling it to the other side of the room.

"Ow!"

"You're snoring again jackass."

"Whatever. Up yours Pietro."

"Next time your waking up on the roof Jack Off."





And thats how it goes every damn night. They say if you love something let it go. Well I love you Rouge............but I can't let you go.


































2bc Yes this is going 2 be continued! This is just the prologue so the rest of the chapter are going to be much longer k? Peace out peoples!