Ororo's Deathbed
Author's Notes: None.
...Continued
"Professor! How can you accuse Rogue of having any part in this?" Hank said, almost jumping over the desk in a rage. Normally, he would be the one to think first, make a plausible conclusion to his actions, and then take a stand. This time, everything went backwards.
"Hank, please take a seat," Xavier said, slamming his fist against the top of his hovering wheelchair. "Rogue, I want answers now. Tell me everything you know!"
Rogue turned around and faced the wall as tears began to fall from her green eyes. All eyes were watching her back and waiting to hear that southern accent come alive, but all they heard were sobs.
"Rogue, we can never get to the bottom of this situation if you don't allow us to know those secrets!" Xavier yelled with a hot temper. He waited again to hear anything from Rogue, but she said nothing. "You owe it to Ororo," he finally said.
She sniffled and sent a gloved hand to her nose. "Alright," she said as she patted her eyes and dried the tears. "It all started that day when Ororo decided not tah come tah the Danger Room session. E'rbody was wonderin' why she ain't come down. Me and Jean were really wonderin' since we were the closest. So Jean went into her mind and started pokin' around. She found out that Ororo was plannin' on leavin' the X-Men."
The room went into a gasp as all eyes looked to Ororo, except Rogue's. Ororo's brown eyes stayed on Rogue, wondering all the while, how her closest friends could ever question her decisions.
"Ah for one couldn't stand to see her go. So Jean thought up a scheme: give Ororo a temporary virus. We knew she would stay as long as she was sick 'cause we had all the medical things here. The longer she stayed the more time we had to try and convince her to stay." She stopped for a moment as she put her palms onto the wall and tears dropped from her eyes to the floor. She soon turned around with her back against the wall and slowly sat on the floor, rubbing her back against the wall while going down.
"Ah neva knew about the ahodine until Hank said somethin'. I would'a neva did somethin' like that to Ororo," she sobbed for a moment, but the eyes across the room never took an eye off of her. "Scott knew about the virus plan too. That's why he left. He didn't want tah hurt Ororo in any way and hoped leavin' would convince Jean not tah do it."
"Where is Scott now?" the Professor questioned with his eyebrows pointing down towards his nose.
"Ah dunno... he just left. Ah was kinda scared when Ororo fell down in the battle against the sentinels... actually ah was frightened tah death. But she survived. That's when I knew somethin' else was wrong. 'Cause she just fell. She wasn't s'pposed to get that weak yet. Jean was toyin' around in her brain, makin' her think she was in a closed box.
"When Beast mentioned the ahodine ah knew it was Jean... she was the only one who would feed Ororo. She hadn't been out on a date in a long time, ah guess she was tryin' to not get so close to anybody since she was plannin' on leavin'. I neva wanted it tah go this far. I'm sorry Ororo," she said as she began to sob out loud and put her forehead on her knees as tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Rogue" Ororo said, right before a cough, "Do not blame yourself for my current state. This was not your intent and definitely not your fault. Please, come give me a hug." Rogue slowly rose to her feet, with a slight smile on her face. Ororo always provided the right comfort. Ororo, who was now sitting on the table, and still weakened, wrapped her arms around Rogue and hugged her tight. "Your intentions were not bad, Rogue. I appreciate you for wanting me to stay." The two parted after a long hug.
Xavier was sitting in his wheelchair, his hands folded as he thought deeply. This was normally his position when was off thinking in depth. "Thank you, Ororo," Rogue said as she walked back to Hank's side and put her gloved hands on his shoulders.
Sierra was in Darè's arms as he wrapped one arm around her waste and she leaned against his body as he leaned against the wall. Both of their heads turned as the door SWISHED open and a blonde-haired teenager ran pass them.
"Paige, what are you doing in here?!" Xavier said as he lifted his head suddenly to the see the mutant running into the room.
"Hush!" she said, not realizing who she was speaking to. This former Generation X student was now at home in the Xavier Institute. Her full name was Paige Guthrie, but whenever on the battlefield she was known as Husk. Her abilities were simple and her name was applied well. She could 'husk' her body into any type of material she wanted it to be, making her quite unpredictable. She ran to the small TV of the Medical Laboratory and quickly changed the channel to a news bulletin. She stepped back as she reached the channel and turned up the volume.
The eyes in the room, without a word, watched the news reporter:
"This is a special news update. As reported earlier there was an odd suicide in the Westchester, NY area at a small motel. The man has been identified as being a mutant. He has been identified as Scott Summers and we are searching for his relatives. If you know this man, you can call the number on your screen and take the body. There was also a letter addressed to a woman named Ororo, but no last name was written. Please call the number on your screen if you know this man and can claim the body. That is all for now."
A picture of Scott was on the screen. It was an older picture he must have took with him. There was his brown hair and those ruby shades that he had become accustomed to. Who would have ever thought this would happen to him? He was the most apt to succeed: the prep boy, the favorite of students, the first X-Man.
"Paige, accompany me to my office. We need to discuss your cutting of class and call the number to get the letter and the body."
"But Sierra and Darè is here," she said with her southern tongue and grammar, just as deep as Rogue's.
As Paige and Xavier left the room, everybody's heart was left pounding rapidly. Even Logan, who soon walked out of the room, looked as if he was going to shed some tears.
"Hank?" Rogue questioned as he suddenly rose from his seat and began to look through some microscope slides.
"I've already lost two of my family members. I'm not going to lose Ororo!" he once again looked into the microscope, praying that the worst wouldn't happen.
Footnote: Only one question left now. Will Ororo live? I'm wondering if I should leave the story here and let everyone come up with their own ending... or should I finish.
Author's Notes: None.
...Continued
"Professor! How can you accuse Rogue of having any part in this?" Hank said, almost jumping over the desk in a rage. Normally, he would be the one to think first, make a plausible conclusion to his actions, and then take a stand. This time, everything went backwards.
"Hank, please take a seat," Xavier said, slamming his fist against the top of his hovering wheelchair. "Rogue, I want answers now. Tell me everything you know!"
Rogue turned around and faced the wall as tears began to fall from her green eyes. All eyes were watching her back and waiting to hear that southern accent come alive, but all they heard were sobs.
"Rogue, we can never get to the bottom of this situation if you don't allow us to know those secrets!" Xavier yelled with a hot temper. He waited again to hear anything from Rogue, but she said nothing. "You owe it to Ororo," he finally said.
She sniffled and sent a gloved hand to her nose. "Alright," she said as she patted her eyes and dried the tears. "It all started that day when Ororo decided not tah come tah the Danger Room session. E'rbody was wonderin' why she ain't come down. Me and Jean were really wonderin' since we were the closest. So Jean went into her mind and started pokin' around. She found out that Ororo was plannin' on leavin' the X-Men."
The room went into a gasp as all eyes looked to Ororo, except Rogue's. Ororo's brown eyes stayed on Rogue, wondering all the while, how her closest friends could ever question her decisions.
"Ah for one couldn't stand to see her go. So Jean thought up a scheme: give Ororo a temporary virus. We knew she would stay as long as she was sick 'cause we had all the medical things here. The longer she stayed the more time we had to try and convince her to stay." She stopped for a moment as she put her palms onto the wall and tears dropped from her eyes to the floor. She soon turned around with her back against the wall and slowly sat on the floor, rubbing her back against the wall while going down.
"Ah neva knew about the ahodine until Hank said somethin'. I would'a neva did somethin' like that to Ororo," she sobbed for a moment, but the eyes across the room never took an eye off of her. "Scott knew about the virus plan too. That's why he left. He didn't want tah hurt Ororo in any way and hoped leavin' would convince Jean not tah do it."
"Where is Scott now?" the Professor questioned with his eyebrows pointing down towards his nose.
"Ah dunno... he just left. Ah was kinda scared when Ororo fell down in the battle against the sentinels... actually ah was frightened tah death. But she survived. That's when I knew somethin' else was wrong. 'Cause she just fell. She wasn't s'pposed to get that weak yet. Jean was toyin' around in her brain, makin' her think she was in a closed box.
"When Beast mentioned the ahodine ah knew it was Jean... she was the only one who would feed Ororo. She hadn't been out on a date in a long time, ah guess she was tryin' to not get so close to anybody since she was plannin' on leavin'. I neva wanted it tah go this far. I'm sorry Ororo," she said as she began to sob out loud and put her forehead on her knees as tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Rogue" Ororo said, right before a cough, "Do not blame yourself for my current state. This was not your intent and definitely not your fault. Please, come give me a hug." Rogue slowly rose to her feet, with a slight smile on her face. Ororo always provided the right comfort. Ororo, who was now sitting on the table, and still weakened, wrapped her arms around Rogue and hugged her tight. "Your intentions were not bad, Rogue. I appreciate you for wanting me to stay." The two parted after a long hug.
Xavier was sitting in his wheelchair, his hands folded as he thought deeply. This was normally his position when was off thinking in depth. "Thank you, Ororo," Rogue said as she walked back to Hank's side and put her gloved hands on his shoulders.
Sierra was in Darè's arms as he wrapped one arm around her waste and she leaned against his body as he leaned against the wall. Both of their heads turned as the door SWISHED open and a blonde-haired teenager ran pass them.
"Paige, what are you doing in here?!" Xavier said as he lifted his head suddenly to the see the mutant running into the room.
"Hush!" she said, not realizing who she was speaking to. This former Generation X student was now at home in the Xavier Institute. Her full name was Paige Guthrie, but whenever on the battlefield she was known as Husk. Her abilities were simple and her name was applied well. She could 'husk' her body into any type of material she wanted it to be, making her quite unpredictable. She ran to the small TV of the Medical Laboratory and quickly changed the channel to a news bulletin. She stepped back as she reached the channel and turned up the volume.
The eyes in the room, without a word, watched the news reporter:
"This is a special news update. As reported earlier there was an odd suicide in the Westchester, NY area at a small motel. The man has been identified as being a mutant. He has been identified as Scott Summers and we are searching for his relatives. If you know this man, you can call the number on your screen and take the body. There was also a letter addressed to a woman named Ororo, but no last name was written. Please call the number on your screen if you know this man and can claim the body. That is all for now."
A picture of Scott was on the screen. It was an older picture he must have took with him. There was his brown hair and those ruby shades that he had become accustomed to. Who would have ever thought this would happen to him? He was the most apt to succeed: the prep boy, the favorite of students, the first X-Man.
"Paige, accompany me to my office. We need to discuss your cutting of class and call the number to get the letter and the body."
"But Sierra and Darè is here," she said with her southern tongue and grammar, just as deep as Rogue's.
As Paige and Xavier left the room, everybody's heart was left pounding rapidly. Even Logan, who soon walked out of the room, looked as if he was going to shed some tears.
"Hank?" Rogue questioned as he suddenly rose from his seat and began to look through some microscope slides.
"I've already lost two of my family members. I'm not going to lose Ororo!" he once again looked into the microscope, praying that the worst wouldn't happen.
Footnote: Only one question left now. Will Ororo live? I'm wondering if I should leave the story here and let everyone come up with their own ending... or should I finish.