She danced violently, trying to erase the past few weeks from her mind. It
was funny, while some people turned to drinking when depressed, she danced.
It was one of her favourite ways to express herself, that and (previously)
art. The freedom of it, no rules, no regulations.
The small period when she did it her worries, her pains, and her heartaches, rolled away with the music, the andrenaline enveloping her, drugging her like a sweet form of ecstasy. Yet as much as she tried, what was on her mind refused to be budged. The picture kept playing itself over and over again torturing her, her senses, her soul.
'She was tiptoeing in her house. The home she and Remy had made for themselves after they had gotten away, him from Sinister and the Thief Guild, her from the Brotherhood and the X-men. So many happy memories were held here. The time when he had filled the rooms of the house with rose petals on Valentines. The fights that had resulted in a reuniun, bringing them closer together.
The time when she was finally able to control her powers after his never- ending support and help, when she was congratulated by him with her first kiss, the soft lingering feeling still fresh in her mind. And most dear to her, the time when he had expressed his love to her.
"I'll be lovin' y' f'reva cherie. Y'r my l'fe, my soul. If y' eva leave this cajun i t'inks I just might die." This he had whispered to her, on first night 'together', before they had joined in body, soul and heart as one, always and forever.'
She grimaced bitterly now. Fool gal. Ta eva believe in that swamp-rats lies. But she hadn't known it then. She had believed it then. Only to have her heart ripped apart that fateful day.
'She was back home early. Her art tuition (that Remy paid for after learning of her passion for it) had been canceled since her tuitor Ms Greene was sick.She had been planning to surprise him, only to be the one that would be faced with a surprise.
"Remy…" she had whispered seductively, "Ya here sugah?" she had said after confirming that he was in the bedroom. The loud shuffling and whisper of voices was not exactly what Rogue had expected or wanted to hear. "Remy?" Her voice called out, much louder as she burst in to their bedroom…
She hadn't even known who the girl was. Some black-haired tramp that was lying in bed with HER man, both obviously naked. Remy had leaped out of bed, his hair disheveled, his eyes glowing in fear as pulled on his pants and faced her. "Cherie, it's not wat it looks l'ke…"
When she replied it had felt like a clamp was on her throat, making her reply in a nonchalant, mechanical way, while inside her heart was being pierced by a thousand needles as she desperately tried to hold back the tears. "Ah think its exactly what it looks like Remy. Ah shoulda known ah would turn out like tha rest o' your gals. Anotha notch in tha bedpost, right cajun? What was I to you? Another Belle, at least she was lucky."
At the mention of his deceased lovers name Gambit slapped her. "Don' y' be bringin' her int' t'is! I loved her, l'ke I love you, 'n now she's dead!" Then suddenly he looked confused, like he had just realised what he had done. He looked in his hand in horror and started. "Cherie…"
Rogue brought up her hand to silence him, her face now pale white and drenched with flowing tears. She gave a small smile that came out more like a grimace. "Well Remy," she said, her voice tightening as it threatened to break into sobs. "Ah loved ya, and now ya're dead ta me." Without another word she had turned to the closet, grabbed some clothes and a money, stuffed them into a bag, and walked out of the room, Remy staring on dumbstruck.
She had flown away, from city to city, finding odd jobs in the day and dancing her depression away at night. She barely ate, she barely slept. It was like she was a robot, same routine everyday, everynight for 2 months now. And finally she had reached her old home town.
Ah hope ya're pleased at what ya've done ta me Remy. He was killing her. It was slow but she knew that sooner or later she would probably just die of exhaustment, or maybe even stravation, after all, didn't mutants need to rest and feed once in a while? If not any of those things than the least a mutant would need would be happiness, one thing that she was pretty sure she had lost forever. Hell if she kept going on like this she would probably kill herself anyway by restraining all her powers from activating so she could just shoot herself or cut her wrists and die, just to get away from the pain.
She smiled slightly and shook her head, was it just her or did the dance floor just get blurry? She shook her head again, in vain, as suddenly the dancing figures started to swirl into a spiral. She had a vague feeling of falling, falling into a blck void that enveloped her. The last thing Rogue recalled was a streak of light shimmering before her eyes, before all went black…
*NB, Woah. Hows that for a ending? Actually I think my first chapter was better but hey like I said I'm 13, english isn't one of my fav subjects n I'm writin this @ 1 am on a school day (damn im gonna be knackered 2morrow!) again lotsa hugs and thanx going out to the brill people who reviewed (U DA BOMB! MWAHAHAHAHA!) ummm 3rd chap prob comin in 2 days time so be patient, keep readin n reviewin!! Luv linkin_spike
(btw if I made a spell/grammar mistake tell me, like I said its 1 am n im not exactly really alert right now!) Oh yeah again btw, I know Belle isn't dead. In this fic im goin with the 'Remy's first love that died tragically' kinda thing, just so it fits :P
The small period when she did it her worries, her pains, and her heartaches, rolled away with the music, the andrenaline enveloping her, drugging her like a sweet form of ecstasy. Yet as much as she tried, what was on her mind refused to be budged. The picture kept playing itself over and over again torturing her, her senses, her soul.
'She was tiptoeing in her house. The home she and Remy had made for themselves after they had gotten away, him from Sinister and the Thief Guild, her from the Brotherhood and the X-men. So many happy memories were held here. The time when he had filled the rooms of the house with rose petals on Valentines. The fights that had resulted in a reuniun, bringing them closer together.
The time when she was finally able to control her powers after his never- ending support and help, when she was congratulated by him with her first kiss, the soft lingering feeling still fresh in her mind. And most dear to her, the time when he had expressed his love to her.
"I'll be lovin' y' f'reva cherie. Y'r my l'fe, my soul. If y' eva leave this cajun i t'inks I just might die." This he had whispered to her, on first night 'together', before they had joined in body, soul and heart as one, always and forever.'
She grimaced bitterly now. Fool gal. Ta eva believe in that swamp-rats lies. But she hadn't known it then. She had believed it then. Only to have her heart ripped apart that fateful day.
'She was back home early. Her art tuition (that Remy paid for after learning of her passion for it) had been canceled since her tuitor Ms Greene was sick.She had been planning to surprise him, only to be the one that would be faced with a surprise.
"Remy…" she had whispered seductively, "Ya here sugah?" she had said after confirming that he was in the bedroom. The loud shuffling and whisper of voices was not exactly what Rogue had expected or wanted to hear. "Remy?" Her voice called out, much louder as she burst in to their bedroom…
She hadn't even known who the girl was. Some black-haired tramp that was lying in bed with HER man, both obviously naked. Remy had leaped out of bed, his hair disheveled, his eyes glowing in fear as pulled on his pants and faced her. "Cherie, it's not wat it looks l'ke…"
When she replied it had felt like a clamp was on her throat, making her reply in a nonchalant, mechanical way, while inside her heart was being pierced by a thousand needles as she desperately tried to hold back the tears. "Ah think its exactly what it looks like Remy. Ah shoulda known ah would turn out like tha rest o' your gals. Anotha notch in tha bedpost, right cajun? What was I to you? Another Belle, at least she was lucky."
At the mention of his deceased lovers name Gambit slapped her. "Don' y' be bringin' her int' t'is! I loved her, l'ke I love you, 'n now she's dead!" Then suddenly he looked confused, like he had just realised what he had done. He looked in his hand in horror and started. "Cherie…"
Rogue brought up her hand to silence him, her face now pale white and drenched with flowing tears. She gave a small smile that came out more like a grimace. "Well Remy," she said, her voice tightening as it threatened to break into sobs. "Ah loved ya, and now ya're dead ta me." Without another word she had turned to the closet, grabbed some clothes and a money, stuffed them into a bag, and walked out of the room, Remy staring on dumbstruck.
She had flown away, from city to city, finding odd jobs in the day and dancing her depression away at night. She barely ate, she barely slept. It was like she was a robot, same routine everyday, everynight for 2 months now. And finally she had reached her old home town.
Ah hope ya're pleased at what ya've done ta me Remy. He was killing her. It was slow but she knew that sooner or later she would probably just die of exhaustment, or maybe even stravation, after all, didn't mutants need to rest and feed once in a while? If not any of those things than the least a mutant would need would be happiness, one thing that she was pretty sure she had lost forever. Hell if she kept going on like this she would probably kill herself anyway by restraining all her powers from activating so she could just shoot herself or cut her wrists and die, just to get away from the pain.
She smiled slightly and shook her head, was it just her or did the dance floor just get blurry? She shook her head again, in vain, as suddenly the dancing figures started to swirl into a spiral. She had a vague feeling of falling, falling into a blck void that enveloped her. The last thing Rogue recalled was a streak of light shimmering before her eyes, before all went black…
*NB, Woah. Hows that for a ending? Actually I think my first chapter was better but hey like I said I'm 13, english isn't one of my fav subjects n I'm writin this @ 1 am on a school day (damn im gonna be knackered 2morrow!) again lotsa hugs and thanx going out to the brill people who reviewed (U DA BOMB! MWAHAHAHAHA!) ummm 3rd chap prob comin in 2 days time so be patient, keep readin n reviewin!! Luv linkin_spike
(btw if I made a spell/grammar mistake tell me, like I said its 1 am n im not exactly really alert right now!) Oh yeah again btw, I know Belle isn't dead. In this fic im goin with the 'Remy's first love that died tragically' kinda thing, just so it fits :P