He ran swiftly under the full moon, the fallen girl in his arms. Once in a
while he glanced down at the still figure, silent, in awe of the beauty of
her face as the moonlight flickered upon her cheek. His heart ached and he
ran on, pushing himself faster, towards his home. Once there he silently
swept up the stairs and burst into his room, only then stopping, his heart
pounding, his lungs aching. He walked over to the bed and slowly placed her
on top of it, tears of desperation filling him as he sat down next to her.
He had been watching her on the dancefloor when he had noticed her falter slightly. He had immediately stood up then, thankfully, since a second later, to his horror, she had collapsed. He had reached her before she hit the floor though. Gathering her up he had ran out, before any of the dancers had even noticed.
Now in the still room he could see properly how the moonlight flickered over her face, erasing flaws (if there ever were any), giving an illusion of a halo of light. He softly stroked her hair. "Please don't be dead, please don't be dead." He summoned courage and cautiously moved to touch her wrist. Nothing. No draining feeling, no hideous pain. Yet another pain existed, a sharper pain, piercing his heart. Tears were pouring now, out of his eyes "No! Rogue…"
She was suddenly aware of something dripping on her. Shaking slightly she slowly opened her eyes. 'Ohmagod…' an angel was sitting in front of her, a shaking figure illuminated by light with its face hidden by its hands. Confusion hit her as she suddenly realised the angel was crying. Lifting up her heavy hands she stroked the angels cheek, yet the effort was too much for her. She blacked out again, now dropping comfortably into a wave of light-filled dreams.
He jerked up as he felt something touch his cheek. He was suddenly aware of the soft fingers stroking him. Suddenly they faltered, stopping as abrubtly as they had started, and dropped down. He looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed but he could swear that there was a hint of a smile on her lips. His heart filled with hope. `I'll save you, in any way I can.'
It was now that he thanked god for his part-time job in the Bayville hospital and the fact that he was studying medicine. He held his fingers towards her wrist automatically. Her pulse was erratic. It was also only now he realised how thin she was. It didn't show on her face, but the rest of her was considerably thinner than she was before, not too thin but still, especially with her type of heart beat… something really big must hve occurred to put a mutant of her power into this state. Anger flickered on his face. 'and if this has anything to do with that slimy cajun, I'll kill him.' She needed medical help but it was impossible for him to bring her to the hospital. What if they found out what she was? No, there had to be a better way. His face lit up as he got an idea. 'just because I can't bring you there, doesn't mean I can't bring the stuff to you…'
"…we're worried… haven't been out for ages… tell us…"
Rogue opened her eyes slowly as a stream of sunlight blinded her face. She blinked at the voices that had awakened her. They seemed familiar but somehow she just couldn't place them.
"I'm fine Lance, I've just been feeling ill."
Lance. Why did that name sound so familiar? She shook her head trying to stop the feeling of overwhelming disorientation. There was a numb pain in her left wrist. She pulled it up slowly. There was a drip on it, connected to… some hospital-like thing next to her bed. Had she been sick? She hadn't felt sick. She sat up and looked around at her surroundings. Suddenly memories flooded into her brain. Love… Remy… they ran away?… had a home?… Suddenly she really did feel sick, bile rushing up into her mouth as she recalled finding him with someone else. Yet it was a dream. It had to be a dream. She was in the brotherhood house, it looked like that boy's room, the one who had been her friend, what was his name?
"Yo Pietro who's da chick?" Pietro! She smiled to herself. That was his name. She looked towards the direction of the door. Suddenly she was aware of the three figures walking towards her, the fourth already by her side. "Rogueroguewhatareyoudoingup?youneedyourrest!!"
"Ohmigod! Is that like Rogue?"
"Rogue?"
"Goth-bitch?"
She smiled again then looked confused. The four people were definitely Pietro, Lance, Todd and Kitty, but yet in a way they weren't. They all looked older and matured like two years had passed… but that would have meant, no. No it couldn't be. It was a dream wasn't it? "Pietro? Was-was it a dreahm? Please say it was a dreahm!" She felt disgusted at her begging tone. She sounded like a little child asking her dad whether the boogeyman was real. Pietro's face fell. She could already feel her heart drop as the words escaped his mouth.
"No Rogue. No, it wasn't a dream."
She burst into tears. That meant it was real then. The heartache, the betrayal all real. Yet she was still curious. "What-what happened ta meh? What am ah doin heah?" Pietro looked at her for a while again before answering.
"I saw you in a club, you-you fainted and I brought you back."
"Thank you." She muttered quietly as her sobs quietened down.
"I think we should leave now. Let her get some rest." Pietro said facing the three.
"But-but…"
"NOW!" he glared at them. They trooped out they all looked at Rogue, their eyes filled with unanswered questions. Pietro looked at her nad smiled softly, running his finger through her hair. "You rest 'k? we'll talk when you get better. Don't worry I'll take care off you. You're home now Rogue, you're real home." He looked at her oddly for a second then left. Rogue snuggled down into the covers. She was tired and aching, but she felt better than she had in a long time. Maybe what Pietro had said was true, maybe she was finally home. Questions swirled in her brain as her eyes drooped lower and lower, lulling her to sleep.
He had been watching her on the dancefloor when he had noticed her falter slightly. He had immediately stood up then, thankfully, since a second later, to his horror, she had collapsed. He had reached her before she hit the floor though. Gathering her up he had ran out, before any of the dancers had even noticed.
Now in the still room he could see properly how the moonlight flickered over her face, erasing flaws (if there ever were any), giving an illusion of a halo of light. He softly stroked her hair. "Please don't be dead, please don't be dead." He summoned courage and cautiously moved to touch her wrist. Nothing. No draining feeling, no hideous pain. Yet another pain existed, a sharper pain, piercing his heart. Tears were pouring now, out of his eyes "No! Rogue…"
She was suddenly aware of something dripping on her. Shaking slightly she slowly opened her eyes. 'Ohmagod…' an angel was sitting in front of her, a shaking figure illuminated by light with its face hidden by its hands. Confusion hit her as she suddenly realised the angel was crying. Lifting up her heavy hands she stroked the angels cheek, yet the effort was too much for her. She blacked out again, now dropping comfortably into a wave of light-filled dreams.
He jerked up as he felt something touch his cheek. He was suddenly aware of the soft fingers stroking him. Suddenly they faltered, stopping as abrubtly as they had started, and dropped down. He looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed but he could swear that there was a hint of a smile on her lips. His heart filled with hope. `I'll save you, in any way I can.'
It was now that he thanked god for his part-time job in the Bayville hospital and the fact that he was studying medicine. He held his fingers towards her wrist automatically. Her pulse was erratic. It was also only now he realised how thin she was. It didn't show on her face, but the rest of her was considerably thinner than she was before, not too thin but still, especially with her type of heart beat… something really big must hve occurred to put a mutant of her power into this state. Anger flickered on his face. 'and if this has anything to do with that slimy cajun, I'll kill him.' She needed medical help but it was impossible for him to bring her to the hospital. What if they found out what she was? No, there had to be a better way. His face lit up as he got an idea. 'just because I can't bring you there, doesn't mean I can't bring the stuff to you…'
"…we're worried… haven't been out for ages… tell us…"
Rogue opened her eyes slowly as a stream of sunlight blinded her face. She blinked at the voices that had awakened her. They seemed familiar but somehow she just couldn't place them.
"I'm fine Lance, I've just been feeling ill."
Lance. Why did that name sound so familiar? She shook her head trying to stop the feeling of overwhelming disorientation. There was a numb pain in her left wrist. She pulled it up slowly. There was a drip on it, connected to… some hospital-like thing next to her bed. Had she been sick? She hadn't felt sick. She sat up and looked around at her surroundings. Suddenly memories flooded into her brain. Love… Remy… they ran away?… had a home?… Suddenly she really did feel sick, bile rushing up into her mouth as she recalled finding him with someone else. Yet it was a dream. It had to be a dream. She was in the brotherhood house, it looked like that boy's room, the one who had been her friend, what was his name?
"Yo Pietro who's da chick?" Pietro! She smiled to herself. That was his name. She looked towards the direction of the door. Suddenly she was aware of the three figures walking towards her, the fourth already by her side. "Rogueroguewhatareyoudoingup?youneedyourrest!!"
"Ohmigod! Is that like Rogue?"
"Rogue?"
"Goth-bitch?"
She smiled again then looked confused. The four people were definitely Pietro, Lance, Todd and Kitty, but yet in a way they weren't. They all looked older and matured like two years had passed… but that would have meant, no. No it couldn't be. It was a dream wasn't it? "Pietro? Was-was it a dreahm? Please say it was a dreahm!" She felt disgusted at her begging tone. She sounded like a little child asking her dad whether the boogeyman was real. Pietro's face fell. She could already feel her heart drop as the words escaped his mouth.
"No Rogue. No, it wasn't a dream."
She burst into tears. That meant it was real then. The heartache, the betrayal all real. Yet she was still curious. "What-what happened ta meh? What am ah doin heah?" Pietro looked at her for a while again before answering.
"I saw you in a club, you-you fainted and I brought you back."
"Thank you." She muttered quietly as her sobs quietened down.
"I think we should leave now. Let her get some rest." Pietro said facing the three.
"But-but…"
"NOW!" he glared at them. They trooped out they all looked at Rogue, their eyes filled with unanswered questions. Pietro looked at her nad smiled softly, running his finger through her hair. "You rest 'k? we'll talk when you get better. Don't worry I'll take care off you. You're home now Rogue, you're real home." He looked at her oddly for a second then left. Rogue snuggled down into the covers. She was tired and aching, but she felt better than she had in a long time. Maybe what Pietro had said was true, maybe she was finally home. Questions swirled in her brain as her eyes drooped lower and lower, lulling her to sleep.