Chapter 3 of 12
"Bother"
By: RogueBHS
A/N: I don't know what the teens call Storm since she's not used much, so I'm using a few of her nicknames from the comics, as well as nicknames for other characters from the comics. I have no idea where the X-men would go after DOR, much less what month it occured in, so I'm going with my home state, Texas for the place, and April for the month since the Christmas episode is pretty recent in the Evo-X-men time frame. But other than that, here's chpater 3 of Drowning:
"I wish I was to dead to cry, self affliction-faze.
Stone's to throw at my creator, masacre to which I cater.
You don't need to bother. I don't don't need to breath.
I'll keep slipping farther.
Once I hold on, I won't let till it bleeds."
Corey Taylor "Bother"
"Kitty, would you mind sharing a room with Tabitha and Jean?"
Storm's voice brought the one spoken to out of her thoughts and back to the real world. "Oh...sure 'Roro. That's fine."
The weather-goddess looked at the young X-woman, then walked over, placing her hand on Kitty's shoulder. "We all miss them, kitten, but we will get them back safely."
Kitty looked up at Ororo, then just nodded. If Storm hadn't been standing so close, she wouldn't have heard what Kitty said as she turned back around to look out over the area where they would be staying. "We have to get them back...we just have to."
"Wish I was to dead to care, if indeed I cared at all.
Never a voice to protest, so you fed me
to digest.
I wish I had reason. My flaws are open season.
For this I gave up trying..
One good turn deserves my dying.
You don't need to bother. I don't need to breath.
I'll keep slipping farther.
Once I hold on, I won't let go till it bleeds."
Corey Taylor "Bother"
There was a clanging of instruments as Trask stumbled back in disgust, wiping the spit off of his face with a hankercheif. "You impudent brat. I asked you a question and I want it answered now!"
A pair of defiant green-gray eyes looked back at him, seemingly glowing with a raging fire. "An' Ah said not until ya give Evan somethin' t' atleast ease th' damn pain!"
*Smack!*
Logan let out a growl and tugged at his bonds. "Ya hit her again Doc an' you'll be th' first one I slash when I get loose."
Trask's laugh caused a slight tremor of fear to run through Rogue's bones, then his evil eyes focused on her. "Answer me, mutie, or your friend will die...slowly.""Ya wanna know mah power?" She narrowed her eyes. "Ya'll have t' find out for yourself. Come ovah heah and touch me. Then we'll see if ya feel up t' killin' anyone t'day."
Rogue didn't want Trask in her head by any means, but her only hope was to drain him to the point he couldn't order any of them killed or hurt worse. When the 'doctor' moved forward, taking off the medical gloves he had been wearing, he remembered none of his staff had touched her bare skin during the whole time she was here. What power did her pale skin harbor? He realized all too late he didn't want to find out. But the pull of his psyche into her mind started at the second his hand touched her bare arm. The murderous look in her eyes showed she knew she had tricked him. He tried to speak, but he was too weak...much too weak.
Doctors and scientists rushed forward to catch him as he fell away from her. Only her friends saw the struggle on her face as she forced Trask's psyche to the back of her mind, ensuring she kept control for now.
"You don't need to bother. I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping father. Once I hold on,
I'll never live down my deceit."
Corey Taylor "Bother"
Mystique looked around the room she was having to share with Storm in disgust. The room was of good size like the rest of the lake-side house, but the mere fact she had to share with Storm grated on her nerves. Turning, she looked at the white-haired woman, anger plain on her face. "Why on earth must I room with YOU of all people?"
Storm moved past Mystique, answering in her ever-calm way. "None of the students were overly willing to room with you, and I'm not sure that if I gave you your own room that you would stay here. There is no way I will risk these children's safety by risking the prospect of you running off to Magneto."
Mystique grabbed Storm's arm, surprising Storm as she spun her to face her. "Listen to me, you weather-witch. I owe that man nothing anymore. He betrayed me twice, and I will not allow it to happen a third time. I lost my son because of him, and now, I risk loosing my..." Mystique cut off before she could say it...the mere thought of her daughter trapped by Trask being too disturbing. Storm pressed the subject, wanting to know. "Your what, Mystique? As far as I know, you have no other relatives or children." Then it struck her. Gasping, Ororo gently asked, "She's your daughter isn't she?"Sighing heavily, Mystique dropped to the bed, her head in her hands. She stayed like that until Ororo put her hand on the shape-shifter's shoulder. Looking up, Ororo was surprised when she saw the tears in those pupil-less yellow eyes. "I knew what Magneto would do to her if I left kept her with me, and what happened to Kurt only confirmed it. Before I ever went to live with that monster, I left Rogue with a good friend, Irene. When I left Rogue there, she warned me about Magneto. She told me he would cause me nothing but pain..."
Confused, Storm sat down by Mystique. "How would she know all of this?"
"Irene is a precognative mutant. She can see the future. One of her visions warned us... her of Rogue's power. She called me the night Rogue's powers were to activate because she had forseen Rogue touching that boy at the dance."
Ororo said nothing. For once, her words of comfort were lost and she had no idea how to respond to such a revelation. Rogue...Mystique. Dear god. If Rogue was hurt because of Trask...Storm just knew that there would be blood spilled.
A/N: that's it for now. I must say I LOVE EVO FAN FIC READERS! Ok, not like that, but I've written 3 Comic-Rogue centric fan fictions and for my 20 chapter story, there are 7 reviews. You guys review and I appreciate it SO MUCH! :) Look for chapter 4 soon!