Rietro has taken the lead. I have to agree with Keiko, I don't like the the title Scrogue. So I'm going to call it Scogue, instead. You can still call it Scrogue, but I'm going to refer to it as Scogue. While I'm at it why not change Rietro to...Rotro. I don't know about that one, I'll have to think about it.
My eyes fluttered open, I glanced around the mansion's infirmary. I groaned at the amount of light in the room and closed my eyes again. My head was killing me. What the hell happened?
"Good to see your awake. It's been almost three days," Scott whispered quietly. My eyes snapped open again. He was sitting in a chair to the left of my bed. He smiled at me softly and touched his gloved hand to my cheek. I leaned into it. Always cautious. Scott wasn't afraid of my mutation, but he respected it and didn't try to out maneuver it like Logan and Pietro did. Pietro...Pietro!
"Is Pietro alight?" Scott bit his lip. Oh no. He pulled his hand away from my cheek. This was not getting better, I thought with rising panic. He cleared his throat nervously. My eyes started to water.
"Let me tell what happened after you fell down the stairs. I hurried down after you, but I didn't see you fall so I tripped over you, Tabitha who I put down to her request, tripped over me and Logan..." He paused.
"Logan what, Scott?" I asked with a tremble in my voice.
"Jumped over us. He probably sensed us," He finished with a smile, "Pietro's fine. He unconscious, he had a concussion, but nothing permanent." I just stared at Scott for a moment.
"Ya jerk." I punched his shoulder. He smiled innocently. I threw back the covers that were over me. My head protested, "Help me up."
"Rogue-"
"Scott. Now that we know each others name help me out of this bed."
"You're something else, you know that?" He helped me out of the bed. I didn't have gloves on but he did. Forever cautious. I glanced up at him.
"That's why you love me." I said slightly breathless. He pulled me closer to him. I gasped. My heart pounded against my chest. I swear he could hear and feel it. He lowered his face inches from mine. He was going to kiss me! Scott Summers, my future husband, of course he doesn't know that, was going to kiss my deadly lips. I never had felt such passion and lust in my life, then again I haven't had anything to compare it to. He put his hand behind my head and tilted it upwards to his lips. He slowly, teasingly, lowered his head again and stopped above my lips. I whimpered impatiently wanting this so badly. A small teasing smile on his face.
"Most definitely," he whispered. His breath tickled my lips. My heart sped up. He loved me. Untouchable Rogue, not Ms. Jean Perfect. I stood on my toes trying to force my lips to his. He lowered his lips to mine! My mind reeled. I was kissing someone! God, his lips felt so good. A sensation started in my stomach and went directly to between my legs.
"Excuse me!" Scott and I pulled apart. It hit me that we had barely kissed for 3 seconds. That's why I didn't suck the life out of him. Jean smiled sugarily.
"Scott, Professor wants to see you," Scott ran an irritated hand through his hair. He pulled away from me reluctantly and walked past Jean out the door. As soon as he left she dropped the I'm-a-Barbie-girl smile and glared at me.
"Look, Rogue," she spat my name with venom. I arched an eyebrow at her dangerously. This bitch just interrupted my first kiss she better be prepared, "I'd hate to see you hurt, so why don't you give up on Scott." She flipped her hair arrogantly. Who did this bitch think she was? "He's only going to dump you for me, so why not save yourself the heartache, and don't continue to hope you have a chance." I stared at her shocked by her audacity. I always knew Ms. Perfect was fake and I'm not talking *there* alone, but I never expected her to be this much of a bitch. I sauntered towards her and stood face-to-face.
"Look, Jeannie," I spat like her, "Let me remind you that I was the one kissing Scott. Not you," Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Her face went as red as her dyed hair. I pretended to brush something off her shoulder, "I just brushed that chip off your shoulder." I turned on my heel, which made me slightly dizzy, but I wasn't about let Jean see that. And walked out.
(AN: I was thinking of ending it there but something tells me that I would have about 40 reviewers yelling at me. When I started to type this chapter Rietro was ahead by an amazing ten votes, but then Scogue came back and lessened the difference to only two votes. Then two more votes came in for Scogue. So it's now tied. How am I supposed to come to a decision if you guys can't? I didn't know there was that many Scogue fans on ff.net, hell, I didn't know that many were Scogue period. Oh, it's 23-23. Back to the story.)
I walked into the lounge still fuming. Who do she think she is? My mouth dropped at what I saw. The Brotherhood were sitting in our lounge watching TV with the rest of the X-men, minus Scott and Professor, and they were acting like their mortal enemies were sitting across from them.
"Uh...guys?" They looked at me. I pointed at the two teams.
"They're staying here until Pietro gets better and they get some living accommodations." 'Ro answered.
"Why can't you, like, stay here?" Kitty voiced from Lance's lap. Lance smoothed Kitty's hair while still staring at the TV.
"We're too different to coexist." Lance muttered softly.
"How are we different?" Kitty asked persistently. Lance ignored her and stared at the TV. Kitty grabbed his face and turned him to face her. Ow, feisty, "How are we different?" She dictated like she was talking to a three year old.
Lance smiled sadly, "I'm not going to ruin your utopia that Xavier has worked so hard to create."
"Utopia?" Kurt asked confusedly. "Vhat is dis 'utopia'?"
"A paradise or perfect society. He's implying that Xavier has created a false paradise." Ororo glared at Lance. Lance looked pass Kitty and smiled evilly at 'Ro. Tabitha and Toad snorted in agreement. I had to agree with them. I sighed slightly. I could feel the tension rising in the room.
"What do ya mean?" Evan looked away from the TV.
"He's just talking to be talking, Evan, don't pay attention to him." 'Ro said in a condescending voice. Lance merely chuckled. I could see what he was doing: he was baiting 'Ro .
"Fine. I'll humor you," Strike one, "What utopia?"
"If you can't see I'm not going to tell you."
"See he has nothing to say. He's full of talk," 'Ro baited Lance. Strike two, 'Ro you should have let it go.
Lance never one to be out done answered, "Answer me one question, Strom. Why?"
'Ro looked at him strangely, "Why what?"
"Do you continue to protect people who would in a nano-second would turn you into a science experiment?"
"Just because a few would doesn't mean-"
"Get off it! You of all people should know that they would. They would dehumanize you so much that instead of having a name you would be a number. Number 16748 give us some rain, please. That's what they would have you doing, Storm, helping them control the weather, so that they could pick who would have food and who wouldn't."
"Listen here-" Logan interrupted.
"If not that, they'd have you in a circus." 'Ro listened to him stoically. Lance titled his head mockingly, "Or they'd just burn you to death," 'Ro gripped the tea cup in her hand tightly. The first emotion since Lance had begun talking flashed across her eyes: anger, "Just like they did to your parents in Africa."
"You know nothing of my family affairs so don't pretend you do." 'Ro said in a low dangerous voice.
"Oh, but I do. Your parents were burned to death because their daughter was a mutant."
Evan frowned in confusion. Storm looked livid. I don't think I've ever seen her that mad, "No they weren't. You don't know anything of my parents death.
"They were killed because they wouldn't hand their mutant daughter over.'
"That's not true," She jumped to her feet. A peal of thunder and a clap of lightning bellowed making her look all the more frightening, "My parents were killed because they wouldn't pay their taxes to those leeches."
"Does that help you sleep at night, Strom?" 'Ro had always been nice to me, she's was like a big sister, so when a deep guilt, pity, and hatred settled on me I knew why.
She opened her mouth probably to curse out Lance, but she decided against it. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She grabbed her shaking hands and pressed them together, "I'm not about to argue with you about what happened in my life. And just because a few are racists doesn't give us the right to judge billions as racist also."
"Why not? If one single mutant did something wrong and hurt a human they would declare all mutant dangerous and murderous. Why can't we judge them, as they would us?"
"Because that's what makes us better them, our ability to forgive."
"'That's what make us better then them,'" Lance mimicked. His eyes triumphant. 'Ro opened her mouth again, but it was too late. The damage had been done. She spun on her heel and left. Ow, strike three. You're out! Round one goes to Lance. Logan growled. Round two coming up.
"Half pint, get off his lap," Logan extended his claws. Kitty shook her head and held onto Lance tighter.
"Kitty," Lance murmured. Kitty looked at him then slowly slid off his lap. She walked next to me and stopped to look at me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to reassure her that Logan wasn't going to kill Lance. I smiled at her softly. She nodded and left. I knew Logan almost as well as I knew Scott. He wouldn't kill in the mansion with the younger recruits hanging around. Logan just wanted to establish his territory, which in this case was 'Ro.
"I'm debating whether to gut you now or take this outside." Logan growled. Lance just shrugged.
"Whichever suits you better." Lance muttered mockingly. Logan closed the distance between him and Lance in a second. I jumped at how fast Logan moved. I could see the slight traces of shock on Lance's face.
"Move and I kill him," Logan growled at Tabitha, Fred, and Toad. They all glanced at Lance for directions. He pressed his claws against Lance's throat.
"Stay in your seats. Looks like me and Logan are about to have a conversation."
"Let me remind you that you are a guest, an unwelcome one at that, in the house. It isn't smart to make the woman of the house upset. Especially, when we outnumber you about 4 to 30."
"Did it hurt?"
Logan looked at Lance warily. Logan wasn't stupid, "What hurt, boy?"
"When those scientist lined your body with that metal. Did it hurt?" Logan growled, "Oh, I guess you don't remember." Logan growled deeper again. He pressed his claws deeper into Lances throat. A small trickle of blood poured out. Lance's breath sped up the slightest bit. Logan smiled murderously. He could smell Lance's fear. Lance never one to give up, "Are you going to stand by and watch what happened to you happen to the other ones in here? Storm? Cyclops? Xavier? Kurt? Kitty?" Lance paused as a poker player does before he reveals his last card showing his royal flush, "Rogue?" Logan paled slightly. I felt my heart warm slightly. I was Logan's favorite, I'd always known that, but I didn't think I meant that much to him.
"They'd do that over my dead body. Or yours." Logan slashed Lance's shirt, but not his skin. Logan smiled evilly and walked out the room. He passed me and touched my hair, tenderly. I smiled at him. Lance shook his head and turned back to the TV like nothing happened. Evan, Kurt, Tabitha, Fred, and Toad stared at him in shock. Lance just shrugged triumphantly. Then something in me snapped. Here he was acting modest and holier-than-thou attitude.
"Ya arrogant asshole!" I screeched at him. His eyes swung to me in surprise. The others stared at me in shcok. Round three, "You're sitting here pretending to be better then what humans chracterize mutants as, but you're the epitome of it."
He stared at me in absolute shock. He quickly regained his senses, "Look who's spewing about morals."
"Hey, at least I ain't no hypocrite."
"And I am?"
"The dirtiest one alive."
"Yo, you betrayed us." Toad voiced. I glared at him dangerously. He looked back at the TV.
"Ah betrayed you?" I asked incredously. "Ah betrayed you?"
"Now that we've established that let's move on," Lance sneered.
"You betrayed me! Do ah have to remind you about the mutating machine?" I screamed at him. He paled.
"What is she talking about?" Tabitha asked.
"Stop pretending! Ah know the truth. Ah have Mystique's memories in mah head." I pointed to my head, "Ah know the truth. You were going to sacrifice me to get your revenge!"
"What is she talking about?" We both turned our heads to see Pietro using the wall for strength. He looked slightly pale with a bandage around his head, but I was to irate to even care.
"We're talking about the mutating machine ah was supposed to get in and die. You know the one ya'll made."
Pietro looked at me like I was crazy, "I repeat what is she talking about?"
"Stop acting, Pietro. The truth's already out and you're busted."
"I don't have any damn idea what you're talking about."
"Bullshit!" I whirled back to look at Lance. His eyes were apologizing to me, but I wasn't about to here it. Marie came out with a flourish. A sob racked my body. Lance looked at me surprised. He had never seen me cry. None of them had ever seen me cry, "Ah trusted ya," I whispered brokenly, "Ya were mah big brotha," My accent becoming thicker thought my tears. Lance looked away from me unable to look at me anymore. I nodded. Reality finally settled upon. Before I knew that they were planning to kill me, but it hadn't really settled in yet, but now it finally settled in. Slowly I backed out of the room past Pietro who looked confused as hell. For the slightest moment I thought that maybe he hadn't known, but with my luck that wasn't true.
I rushed up the stairs. "Rouge!" I glanced behind me. With my blurred eyes I could still make out Pietro's form. No, not now, I didn't have the energy to deal with this. "Rogue!" He grabbed me and threw into one of the rooms of the mansion. He threw me on the bed. Pretty strong for a guy who nearly died. He straddled me. Marie stopped crying immediately. I stared up at him in shock. He looked down at me, his chest heaving slightly, because of his injury. "I didn't know anything about whatever you two were talking about." He whispered softly. His eyes begging me to believe him. I looked at him wanting to believe him, but afraid. "Then I'll just have to prove it to you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, hard. I gasped slightly and tried to fight him, but I couldn't. My body surrendered to the sensations he sent down it. I kissed him back passionately enjoying this. God, let me die now. I'll die happy. Wait a second something's missing. Like, my mutation. As soon as I thought that it started to suck the life force out of him. I tried to push him away put he kissed harder. He kissed me desperately. I kissed back just as desperately. His memories flooded into me.
A gasp startled me out of my kiss with Pietro. My eyes snapped open and I pushed Pietro off of me who was unconscious from the draining. My eyes turned to the door and I froze. There was Scott staring at me with this hurt expression. His jaw clenched tightly. I had no idea what to say.
"Scott, ah..." Scott turned abruptly and left. I stood there frozen for a second. Should I go after him and probably make things worse or should I wait until he cooled down? I jumped off the bed and raced down the stairs after him. "Scott!" I called on Pietro's speed and caught Scott in the garage, grabbing his helmet. "Scott. please let me explain!" He shook his head and sped away. I watched him disappear on the horizon. Tears streamed down my face again. Today had to be the worse and best day of my life. I found out that Scott is-was in love with me. I got my first and second kiss today from the only two people I have ever loved. I found out that there was no possible chance that I had read Mystique's memories wrong; I was going to be sacrificed. I found out that Pietro knew nothing of the plan. And I found out that Pietro was and is in love with me. And the thing is I'm not sure who I'm in love with.
Well that's it for this chapter. That is the longest chapter I have ever written! I can't believe it but Scogue is winning by two votes! I never thought I'd see the day.
Okay here's how the voting will go. The chapter before I make my decision (I'll let you know what chapter that is) I'll have everyone vote for who they want again and count it as two votes. Also if you vote or review on every chapter from Chapter 1(not the prologue) up I'll count you vote as three votes. BYE!
My eyes fluttered open, I glanced around the mansion's infirmary. I groaned at the amount of light in the room and closed my eyes again. My head was killing me. What the hell happened?
"Good to see your awake. It's been almost three days," Scott whispered quietly. My eyes snapped open again. He was sitting in a chair to the left of my bed. He smiled at me softly and touched his gloved hand to my cheek. I leaned into it. Always cautious. Scott wasn't afraid of my mutation, but he respected it and didn't try to out maneuver it like Logan and Pietro did. Pietro...Pietro!
"Is Pietro alight?" Scott bit his lip. Oh no. He pulled his hand away from my cheek. This was not getting better, I thought with rising panic. He cleared his throat nervously. My eyes started to water.
"Let me tell what happened after you fell down the stairs. I hurried down after you, but I didn't see you fall so I tripped over you, Tabitha who I put down to her request, tripped over me and Logan..." He paused.
"Logan what, Scott?" I asked with a tremble in my voice.
"Jumped over us. He probably sensed us," He finished with a smile, "Pietro's fine. He unconscious, he had a concussion, but nothing permanent." I just stared at Scott for a moment.
"Ya jerk." I punched his shoulder. He smiled innocently. I threw back the covers that were over me. My head protested, "Help me up."
"Rogue-"
"Scott. Now that we know each others name help me out of this bed."
"You're something else, you know that?" He helped me out of the bed. I didn't have gloves on but he did. Forever cautious. I glanced up at him.
"That's why you love me." I said slightly breathless. He pulled me closer to him. I gasped. My heart pounded against my chest. I swear he could hear and feel it. He lowered his face inches from mine. He was going to kiss me! Scott Summers, my future husband, of course he doesn't know that, was going to kiss my deadly lips. I never had felt such passion and lust in my life, then again I haven't had anything to compare it to. He put his hand behind my head and tilted it upwards to his lips. He slowly, teasingly, lowered his head again and stopped above my lips. I whimpered impatiently wanting this so badly. A small teasing smile on his face.
"Most definitely," he whispered. His breath tickled my lips. My heart sped up. He loved me. Untouchable Rogue, not Ms. Jean Perfect. I stood on my toes trying to force my lips to his. He lowered his lips to mine! My mind reeled. I was kissing someone! God, his lips felt so good. A sensation started in my stomach and went directly to between my legs.
"Excuse me!" Scott and I pulled apart. It hit me that we had barely kissed for 3 seconds. That's why I didn't suck the life out of him. Jean smiled sugarily.
"Scott, Professor wants to see you," Scott ran an irritated hand through his hair. He pulled away from me reluctantly and walked past Jean out the door. As soon as he left she dropped the I'm-a-Barbie-girl smile and glared at me.
"Look, Rogue," she spat my name with venom. I arched an eyebrow at her dangerously. This bitch just interrupted my first kiss she better be prepared, "I'd hate to see you hurt, so why don't you give up on Scott." She flipped her hair arrogantly. Who did this bitch think she was? "He's only going to dump you for me, so why not save yourself the heartache, and don't continue to hope you have a chance." I stared at her shocked by her audacity. I always knew Ms. Perfect was fake and I'm not talking *there* alone, but I never expected her to be this much of a bitch. I sauntered towards her and stood face-to-face.
"Look, Jeannie," I spat like her, "Let me remind you that I was the one kissing Scott. Not you," Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Her face went as red as her dyed hair. I pretended to brush something off her shoulder, "I just brushed that chip off your shoulder." I turned on my heel, which made me slightly dizzy, but I wasn't about let Jean see that. And walked out.
(AN: I was thinking of ending it there but something tells me that I would have about 40 reviewers yelling at me. When I started to type this chapter Rietro was ahead by an amazing ten votes, but then Scogue came back and lessened the difference to only two votes. Then two more votes came in for Scogue. So it's now tied. How am I supposed to come to a decision if you guys can't? I didn't know there was that many Scogue fans on ff.net, hell, I didn't know that many were Scogue period. Oh, it's 23-23. Back to the story.)
I walked into the lounge still fuming. Who do she think she is? My mouth dropped at what I saw. The Brotherhood were sitting in our lounge watching TV with the rest of the X-men, minus Scott and Professor, and they were acting like their mortal enemies were sitting across from them.
"Uh...guys?" They looked at me. I pointed at the two teams.
"They're staying here until Pietro gets better and they get some living accommodations." 'Ro answered.
"Why can't you, like, stay here?" Kitty voiced from Lance's lap. Lance smoothed Kitty's hair while still staring at the TV.
"We're too different to coexist." Lance muttered softly.
"How are we different?" Kitty asked persistently. Lance ignored her and stared at the TV. Kitty grabbed his face and turned him to face her. Ow, feisty, "How are we different?" She dictated like she was talking to a three year old.
Lance smiled sadly, "I'm not going to ruin your utopia that Xavier has worked so hard to create."
"Utopia?" Kurt asked confusedly. "Vhat is dis 'utopia'?"
"A paradise or perfect society. He's implying that Xavier has created a false paradise." Ororo glared at Lance. Lance looked pass Kitty and smiled evilly at 'Ro. Tabitha and Toad snorted in agreement. I had to agree with them. I sighed slightly. I could feel the tension rising in the room.
"What do ya mean?" Evan looked away from the TV.
"He's just talking to be talking, Evan, don't pay attention to him." 'Ro said in a condescending voice. Lance merely chuckled. I could see what he was doing: he was baiting 'Ro .
"Fine. I'll humor you," Strike one, "What utopia?"
"If you can't see I'm not going to tell you."
"See he has nothing to say. He's full of talk," 'Ro baited Lance. Strike two, 'Ro you should have let it go.
Lance never one to be out done answered, "Answer me one question, Strom. Why?"
'Ro looked at him strangely, "Why what?"
"Do you continue to protect people who would in a nano-second would turn you into a science experiment?"
"Just because a few would doesn't mean-"
"Get off it! You of all people should know that they would. They would dehumanize you so much that instead of having a name you would be a number. Number 16748 give us some rain, please. That's what they would have you doing, Storm, helping them control the weather, so that they could pick who would have food and who wouldn't."
"Listen here-" Logan interrupted.
"If not that, they'd have you in a circus." 'Ro listened to him stoically. Lance titled his head mockingly, "Or they'd just burn you to death," 'Ro gripped the tea cup in her hand tightly. The first emotion since Lance had begun talking flashed across her eyes: anger, "Just like they did to your parents in Africa."
"You know nothing of my family affairs so don't pretend you do." 'Ro said in a low dangerous voice.
"Oh, but I do. Your parents were burned to death because their daughter was a mutant."
Evan frowned in confusion. Storm looked livid. I don't think I've ever seen her that mad, "No they weren't. You don't know anything of my parents death.
"They were killed because they wouldn't hand their mutant daughter over.'
"That's not true," She jumped to her feet. A peal of thunder and a clap of lightning bellowed making her look all the more frightening, "My parents were killed because they wouldn't pay their taxes to those leeches."
"Does that help you sleep at night, Strom?" 'Ro had always been nice to me, she's was like a big sister, so when a deep guilt, pity, and hatred settled on me I knew why.
She opened her mouth probably to curse out Lance, but she decided against it. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She grabbed her shaking hands and pressed them together, "I'm not about to argue with you about what happened in my life. And just because a few are racists doesn't give us the right to judge billions as racist also."
"Why not? If one single mutant did something wrong and hurt a human they would declare all mutant dangerous and murderous. Why can't we judge them, as they would us?"
"Because that's what makes us better them, our ability to forgive."
"'That's what make us better then them,'" Lance mimicked. His eyes triumphant. 'Ro opened her mouth again, but it was too late. The damage had been done. She spun on her heel and left. Ow, strike three. You're out! Round one goes to Lance. Logan growled. Round two coming up.
"Half pint, get off his lap," Logan extended his claws. Kitty shook her head and held onto Lance tighter.
"Kitty," Lance murmured. Kitty looked at him then slowly slid off his lap. She walked next to me and stopped to look at me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to reassure her that Logan wasn't going to kill Lance. I smiled at her softly. She nodded and left. I knew Logan almost as well as I knew Scott. He wouldn't kill in the mansion with the younger recruits hanging around. Logan just wanted to establish his territory, which in this case was 'Ro.
"I'm debating whether to gut you now or take this outside." Logan growled. Lance just shrugged.
"Whichever suits you better." Lance muttered mockingly. Logan closed the distance between him and Lance in a second. I jumped at how fast Logan moved. I could see the slight traces of shock on Lance's face.
"Move and I kill him," Logan growled at Tabitha, Fred, and Toad. They all glanced at Lance for directions. He pressed his claws against Lance's throat.
"Stay in your seats. Looks like me and Logan are about to have a conversation."
"Let me remind you that you are a guest, an unwelcome one at that, in the house. It isn't smart to make the woman of the house upset. Especially, when we outnumber you about 4 to 30."
"Did it hurt?"
Logan looked at Lance warily. Logan wasn't stupid, "What hurt, boy?"
"When those scientist lined your body with that metal. Did it hurt?" Logan growled, "Oh, I guess you don't remember." Logan growled deeper again. He pressed his claws deeper into Lances throat. A small trickle of blood poured out. Lance's breath sped up the slightest bit. Logan smiled murderously. He could smell Lance's fear. Lance never one to give up, "Are you going to stand by and watch what happened to you happen to the other ones in here? Storm? Cyclops? Xavier? Kurt? Kitty?" Lance paused as a poker player does before he reveals his last card showing his royal flush, "Rogue?" Logan paled slightly. I felt my heart warm slightly. I was Logan's favorite, I'd always known that, but I didn't think I meant that much to him.
"They'd do that over my dead body. Or yours." Logan slashed Lance's shirt, but not his skin. Logan smiled evilly and walked out the room. He passed me and touched my hair, tenderly. I smiled at him. Lance shook his head and turned back to the TV like nothing happened. Evan, Kurt, Tabitha, Fred, and Toad stared at him in shock. Lance just shrugged triumphantly. Then something in me snapped. Here he was acting modest and holier-than-thou attitude.
"Ya arrogant asshole!" I screeched at him. His eyes swung to me in surprise. The others stared at me in shcok. Round three, "You're sitting here pretending to be better then what humans chracterize mutants as, but you're the epitome of it."
He stared at me in absolute shock. He quickly regained his senses, "Look who's spewing about morals."
"Hey, at least I ain't no hypocrite."
"And I am?"
"The dirtiest one alive."
"Yo, you betrayed us." Toad voiced. I glared at him dangerously. He looked back at the TV.
"Ah betrayed you?" I asked incredously. "Ah betrayed you?"
"Now that we've established that let's move on," Lance sneered.
"You betrayed me! Do ah have to remind you about the mutating machine?" I screamed at him. He paled.
"What is she talking about?" Tabitha asked.
"Stop pretending! Ah know the truth. Ah have Mystique's memories in mah head." I pointed to my head, "Ah know the truth. You were going to sacrifice me to get your revenge!"
"What is she talking about?" We both turned our heads to see Pietro using the wall for strength. He looked slightly pale with a bandage around his head, but I was to irate to even care.
"We're talking about the mutating machine ah was supposed to get in and die. You know the one ya'll made."
Pietro looked at me like I was crazy, "I repeat what is she talking about?"
"Stop acting, Pietro. The truth's already out and you're busted."
"I don't have any damn idea what you're talking about."
"Bullshit!" I whirled back to look at Lance. His eyes were apologizing to me, but I wasn't about to here it. Marie came out with a flourish. A sob racked my body. Lance looked at me surprised. He had never seen me cry. None of them had ever seen me cry, "Ah trusted ya," I whispered brokenly, "Ya were mah big brotha," My accent becoming thicker thought my tears. Lance looked away from me unable to look at me anymore. I nodded. Reality finally settled upon. Before I knew that they were planning to kill me, but it hadn't really settled in yet, but now it finally settled in. Slowly I backed out of the room past Pietro who looked confused as hell. For the slightest moment I thought that maybe he hadn't known, but with my luck that wasn't true.
I rushed up the stairs. "Rouge!" I glanced behind me. With my blurred eyes I could still make out Pietro's form. No, not now, I didn't have the energy to deal with this. "Rogue!" He grabbed me and threw into one of the rooms of the mansion. He threw me on the bed. Pretty strong for a guy who nearly died. He straddled me. Marie stopped crying immediately. I stared up at him in shock. He looked down at me, his chest heaving slightly, because of his injury. "I didn't know anything about whatever you two were talking about." He whispered softly. His eyes begging me to believe him. I looked at him wanting to believe him, but afraid. "Then I'll just have to prove it to you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, hard. I gasped slightly and tried to fight him, but I couldn't. My body surrendered to the sensations he sent down it. I kissed him back passionately enjoying this. God, let me die now. I'll die happy. Wait a second something's missing. Like, my mutation. As soon as I thought that it started to suck the life force out of him. I tried to push him away put he kissed harder. He kissed me desperately. I kissed back just as desperately. His memories flooded into me.
A gasp startled me out of my kiss with Pietro. My eyes snapped open and I pushed Pietro off of me who was unconscious from the draining. My eyes turned to the door and I froze. There was Scott staring at me with this hurt expression. His jaw clenched tightly. I had no idea what to say.
"Scott, ah..." Scott turned abruptly and left. I stood there frozen for a second. Should I go after him and probably make things worse or should I wait until he cooled down? I jumped off the bed and raced down the stairs after him. "Scott!" I called on Pietro's speed and caught Scott in the garage, grabbing his helmet. "Scott. please let me explain!" He shook his head and sped away. I watched him disappear on the horizon. Tears streamed down my face again. Today had to be the worse and best day of my life. I found out that Scott is-was in love with me. I got my first and second kiss today from the only two people I have ever loved. I found out that there was no possible chance that I had read Mystique's memories wrong; I was going to be sacrificed. I found out that Pietro knew nothing of the plan. And I found out that Pietro was and is in love with me. And the thing is I'm not sure who I'm in love with.
Well that's it for this chapter. That is the longest chapter I have ever written! I can't believe it but Scogue is winning by two votes! I never thought I'd see the day.
Okay here's how the voting will go. The chapter before I make my decision (I'll let you know what chapter that is) I'll have everyone vote for who they want again and count it as two votes. Also if you vote or review on every chapter from Chapter 1(not the prologue) up I'll count you vote as three votes. BYE!