~...~ : song lyrics
~"..."~: convo in Rogues mind
I have written more. Just scroll down to the new bit (yeah I admit I was too lazy to upload a new chap so I just added it on) btw to anyone who don't get this fic basically its au and in it rogues powers cause a more devastating mental effect to her then they usually do. Just read.
She looked at him and softly brushed a stray hair from his sleeping face. He was so beautiful, the moonlight shining on his chiseled features making him look like a forgotten god of the past. Her tears fell softly as she stroked his cheek. God, why did it have to come back? She had found a home, a life and true love and now it was slowly being ripped away from her.
~Stroke of luck or a gift from god
Hand of fate or devils claws
From below or saints above
You came to me...~~
She had thought it had gone by now due to the many years it had lay dormant, but no. It seemed like god had one cruel trick up his sleeve for her. She looked down onto her gloved hands as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her curse had awoken...
*Flashback*
She was slipping into the large mansion, scanning her device onto the ground, making sure to skip over the intricate web of lasers that would trigger the alarm. Suddenly out of nowhere a guard-dog lept at her throat, barking full frenzy. In a panic she reached out to twist its neck, only to find out in her horror that it started to convulse the second it touched her skin. "No.." she murmured over and over again as the memories and thoughts of the creature flooded her mind. It was happening again, the creatures confusion and hatred of her was pulsing through her, driving her insane. She let go finally, but it was too late, the dog was already limp in her hand, it's lifeless eyes staring at her in fear and revulsion. A noise suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "Rocky? Who's there boy?" By instinct she automatically leaped over the gate and ran as fast as she could, trying to shake away the alien feelings, but already the creatures thoughts had taken over. She bit herself,
tearing at her clothes violently. "Intruder, intruder must die, must obey master. NOOO!! Not me! Not my master! Master, master..intruder, kill,die.." She let out a feral scream, as she ran on all fours. Suddenly she caught her reflection on a shop window, the sheer shock and horror of her appearance startling her. "No god please no.." She traced her torn clothes, her face, arms and body bleeding from scratches and bites that were self-inflicted.As she traced the scratches her hand suddenly fell onto a heart shaped locket on her neck that was hanging open. She unclasped it and looked at the picture of her and a handsome young man with red eyes. "Remy..." What was he going to say? How would he ever accept her the monster that she was. With a simple touch she took a life, her curse that got her on the street in the first place. Worse than that were the memories and thoughts that plagued her. Sure they settled down after a while but it was the way they t
ook over at first, when the feelings of hurt, anger and repulsion were felt by her, from her victims, to herself. How was her cajun angel going to tke it? Would he understand? Would he even care? He'd probably call her a freak like the others in her past. Mutie-freak. Bitch-freak. Killer-freak. Vampire-freak. They were all the same to her. She berated herself bitterly. "Why did ya fall foh him? Ya knew that it would come back out sooner or later. Ya knew that ya couldn't get attached to people, yet ya did. Get away before ya can feel the hurt o' anotha rejection Rogue. Yah've done it before ya can do it again." She looked at herdelf again. No, as much as Remy may have said he loved her there was no way that he would be able to take this, this wild untamed hatred that she harboured for one person. Herself.
*End flashback*
She looked back down at him. Slowly she kissed her gloved hand and slowly brought it to his lips. "Ah love ya Remy," she whispered, then she spun round and left the room with her bag, silently slipping outside where the night breeze cut across her face, freezing her tear strained cheeks. With one last look at her home, their home, she turned and ran, slipping into the darkness..
~"..."~: convo in Rogues mind
I have written more. Just scroll down to the new bit (yeah I admit I was too lazy to upload a new chap so I just added it on) btw to anyone who don't get this fic basically its au and in it rogues powers cause a more devastating mental effect to her then they usually do. Just read.
She looked at him and softly brushed a stray hair from his sleeping face. He was so beautiful, the moonlight shining on his chiseled features making him look like a forgotten god of the past. Her tears fell softly as she stroked his cheek. God, why did it have to come back? She had found a home, a life and true love and now it was slowly being ripped away from her.
~Stroke of luck or a gift from god
Hand of fate or devils claws
From below or saints above
You came to me...~~
She had thought it had gone by now due to the many years it had lay dormant, but no. It seemed like god had one cruel trick up his sleeve for her. She looked down onto her gloved hands as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her curse had awoken...
*Flashback*
She was slipping into the large mansion, scanning her device onto the ground, making sure to skip over the intricate web of lasers that would trigger the alarm. Suddenly out of nowhere a guard-dog lept at her throat, barking full frenzy. In a panic she reached out to twist its neck, only to find out in her horror that it started to convulse the second it touched her skin. "No.." she murmured over and over again as the memories and thoughts of the creature flooded her mind. It was happening again, the creatures confusion and hatred of her was pulsing through her, driving her insane. She let go finally, but it was too late, the dog was already limp in her hand, it's lifeless eyes staring at her in fear and revulsion. A noise suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "Rocky? Who's there boy?" By instinct she automatically leaped over the gate and ran as fast as she could, trying to shake away the alien feelings, but already the creatures thoughts had taken over. She bit herself,
tearing at her clothes violently. "Intruder, intruder must die, must obey master. NOOO!! Not me! Not my master! Master, master..intruder, kill,die.." She let out a feral scream, as she ran on all fours. Suddenly she caught her reflection on a shop window, the sheer shock and horror of her appearance startling her. "No god please no.." She traced her torn clothes, her face, arms and body bleeding from scratches and bites that were self-inflicted.As she traced the scratches her hand suddenly fell onto a heart shaped locket on her neck that was hanging open. She unclasped it and looked at the picture of her and a handsome young man with red eyes. "Remy..." What was he going to say? How would he ever accept her the monster that she was. With a simple touch she took a life, her curse that got her on the street in the first place. Worse than that were the memories and thoughts that plagued her. Sure they settled down after a while but it was the way they t
ook over at first, when the feelings of hurt, anger and repulsion were felt by her, from her victims, to herself. How was her cajun angel going to tke it? Would he understand? Would he even care? He'd probably call her a freak like the others in her past. Mutie-freak. Bitch-freak. Killer-freak. Vampire-freak. They were all the same to her. She berated herself bitterly. "Why did ya fall foh him? Ya knew that it would come back out sooner or later. Ya knew that ya couldn't get attached to people, yet ya did. Get away before ya can feel the hurt o' anotha rejection Rogue. Yah've done it before ya can do it again." She looked at herdelf again. No, as much as Remy may have said he loved her there was no way that he would be able to take this, this wild untamed hatred that she harboured for one person. Herself.
*End flashback*
She looked back down at him. Slowly she kissed her gloved hand and slowly brought it to his lips. "Ah love ya Remy," she whispered, then she spun round and left the room with her bag, silently slipping outside where the night breeze cut across her face, freezing her tear strained cheeks. With one last look at her home, their home, she turned and ran, slipping into the darkness..