Several thoughts exploded in Rogue's head the second the door closed. That
was not her Remy. Something had happened. Had Kerri coached this one, just
in case Rogue ever came after them? Maybe that was it. Rogue suddenly threw
the chair by her bed into the wall. Suddenly she heard the handle of the
door rattle. Her thoughts ran wild. Remy was back. He was going to end
this. He was going to kill her. Unless she got him first.
The door opened slowly. Rogue opened the drawer of the nightstand. In it lay a scalpel, small, but just as lethal. It could cut so easily, you could barely feel it tear into your skin.
'Hey, Rogue.' Ryan said looking down at a tray of food. He looked up and saw Rogue with the small knife. He dropped the food and backed away, arms raised. 'Whoa, Rogue what the hell are you doing?'
Rogue lowered her arm and placed the scalpel back in the drawer and closed it. 'Sorry, ah'm just a lil... paranoid right now.' Ryan still looked a little scared. Rogue didn't know how to reassure him. 'Ah met Remy LeBeau tah night.' Instantly, Ryan seemed to get the picture. He came a bit closer, still a little cautious.
'Did he hurt you?' Ryan said picking up the chair Rogue had thrown.
'Naw...' Rogue said looking down. 'But that's why ah had the knife... ah thought he was gonna. Ah thought he had come back to ...' Suddenly it was all very painful. This was the man she was in love with, and she was thinking of killing him. She wanted to change the topic desperately, and Ryan picked up on that. He smiled weakly.
'Well I have some good news!' He said clapping his hands together, 'You've been a mystery right from the beginning, but yesterday we found out exactly who you are... Maire.' Rogue hadn't been called that in ages. Before she could remember. But Ryan wasn't done. 'We figured all this Rogue business was because you have an acute concussion and amnesia. It would explain your seizure earlier. So we're going to take you home tomorrow. But if you feel at all uncomfortable, like it's going too fast, just tell us and you can come back here.' Ryan was treating her like a nutcase, but Rogue couldn't care less. Maybe this would help her figure things out and get Remy back.
'Ah guess...' Rogue said softly, 'Do ah live here?'
'Actually just on the outskirts of town. I talked to your boyfriend yesterday, he was really worried....'
'Hold up. Boyfriend?' Rogue said with astonishment.
'Yeah... Didn't catch his name but no worries, you'll see him tomorrow. Maybe that'll help you remember.' Ryan smiled and got up. 'Um... I brought you a snack but...' He looked down at the food on the floor.
'No problem. Ah had enough to eat earlier. Actually, did ah leave mah purse in yar car earlier?' Rogue thought she had, and suddenly saw Ryan's funny expression.
'I'll go check.' He turned and almost bolted for the door.
'Not so fast.' Rogue said catching on to something... funny. 'Where's Stokes? Ah thought she was gonna visit me.'
'Well actually she's not feeling well. Uh... she had a bit too much to drink and...'
'They give ya'll alcohol round here?'
'Well no.. actually she was at the club. She's in my car, asleep.' Ryan opened the door nervously.
'Oh...' Rogue said impishly. 'Ya'll better see her off tah bed then.' Ryan smiled nervously and sauntered off, closing the door behind him. Rogue's playful smile disappeared almost immediately, as though she was shedding a mask after curtain call.
She laid back down on the bed and reached for the dusty old CD player on her table. Stokes had left it to keep her company while she couldn't be there. Rogue switched it on and recognized the song that played... SO I ASKED GOD
GOD SENT ME AN ANGEL
FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE
SENT ME AN ANGEL
TO HEAL MY BROKEN HEART
FROM BEING IN LOVE
CAUSE ALL I DO IS CRY
GOD SENT ME AN ANGEL
TO WIPE THE TEARS FROM MY EYES
AND I KNOW I MIGHT SOUND CRAZY
BUT AFTER ALL THAT
I STILL LOVED YOU ~ Angel by Amanda Perez
Rogue felt a few tears stream down her cheeks. She finally knew what the song meant. She curled up, forgetting to climb under the covers, just lay there, thinking of Remy and how she had truly lost him. Forever.
She was living a lie. Boyfriend? Outskirts of town? This was all wrong! For the first time, she missed Kitty's annoyingly perfect reflexion in their bedroom mirror. She missed Logan scoffing at everything anyone said and acting superior in an isolated way. She missed the way Storm and Evan fought, the way families did. The X Team was her family. She had lost her family. She had lost her love. She had lost her life.
*************** In loving memory of Erin Lang 1988-2003 *********************
Rogue had been lying alone in her darkened room for the whole night, wide- awake with grief. She had played 'Angel' over and over again, each time a fresh wave of tears trickling down her cheeks. She finally heard a sound other than her sobbing and the CD player. A knock.
'Rogue?' The voice was bearly above a mumble, followed by a yawn and a cough, 'What are you doing up this early?' Rogue saw the red glow of her alarm clock, reading 4:50 AM. She didn't answer.
'What's wrong?' said a voice, unmistakably Stokely's. Rogue heard the shuffling of her fuzzy white slippers on the smooth, cold concrete floor. 'Are you... crying?' Rogue felt a wet sniff escape her and felt the bed sink down as Stokes sat down, and began patting her head. 'Is it LeBeau?'
Rogue rolled over, revealing her tear stained and pink eyes, her bright cheeks and her smudged mascara. Stokes sighed and picked up a Kleenex, wiping Rogue's face. 'How did ya'll know?' Rogue croaked, 'Is it tha' obvious?'
Stokely let out a weak laugh, 'Hunny I used to be you. Or at least doing what you're doing right now.' She let out another sigh, gazing at the wall wistfully. 'I used to cry over a certain boy that never even noticed how much I...felt.. for him.'
'Ya...ya did?' Stokes said her voice scratchy from crying so much. Stokes gave a small nod.
'And I never did anything. So I kept crying.' Stokes said, with such saddening eyes. 'The moral of the story goes that you can't just give up and wallow in self pity. You have to get up. You have to be strong. You have to get back in the ring and fight for what you love.' She looked down. 'Understand?'
Rogue nodded. Stokes smiled. 'I wish I had a friend like you before. Maybe then I woulda had the courage to tell that boy.' Stokes got up and walked to the door.
'Stokes.' Rogue said softly.
'Yeah?'
'When did ya stop cryin over that boy?'
'I haven't.' Stokes said, as she slowly closed the door, plunging the room back into darkness. Rogue spent the rest of the night in turmoil. She turned Stokely's words over and over in her mind. She would never get over this. She had to fight for Remy.
***************** 6 HOURS LATER ********************************
Rogue immerged, pale, wearing black pants, black combat boots, a black tank and wearing a black hat. She had decided that to get back her thief, she was going to have to steal something from Kerri. Whatever had made things this way.
'Ryan?' Rogue looked around the corner into Ryan's room. He was sitting at a computer, when he turned around.
'Rogue! What's up?'
'Ah need yah help! Have yah ever heard a anything that can change reality... even in myths or stories?' Ryan looked a little confused but spun around to the computer and began feverishly typing.
'Well there's bound to be about a million things that can do that... any specifics?'
'Ah... ah haven't gotten that far...' Rogue said. She didn't know wear to begin. Then it hit her. The day of a huge robbery in NewYork, Kerri had disappeared. 'Look up treasured artifacts from New York... or even America.'
After the rattle of keys subsided, Rogue held her breath. Please god! Please god let it be there!
'Here! We got a hit!' Ryan said as he clicked the screen. Rogue looked over his shoulder and saw a sort of orb, gold it looked like, with all these hieroglyphics or whatever carved in detail all over the sphere. Rogue smiled. This was her ray of hope.
'Ah got tah go an get ready!' Rogue said patting Ryan on the back. Ryan swiveled around.
'You going out again tonight?' he said frowning.
'Ya'll can count on it. Ah'm goin huntin for a thief.'
'Did he steal anything from you?' Stokely said carrying a cup of coffee into the room, looking very sick indeed.
'Yeah.' Rogue said softly. 'Mah heart.' *******************************************************
Tah Be CONTINUED! Ive only got a couple more chapters left in me everyone! And then I might as well hang up my writing carreer. Hope you all enjoyed! ~*STOKES*~ PS thanks for reviewing! I miss reviews from linkin! COME BACK! **cries loudly like a baby**
The door opened slowly. Rogue opened the drawer of the nightstand. In it lay a scalpel, small, but just as lethal. It could cut so easily, you could barely feel it tear into your skin.
'Hey, Rogue.' Ryan said looking down at a tray of food. He looked up and saw Rogue with the small knife. He dropped the food and backed away, arms raised. 'Whoa, Rogue what the hell are you doing?'
Rogue lowered her arm and placed the scalpel back in the drawer and closed it. 'Sorry, ah'm just a lil... paranoid right now.' Ryan still looked a little scared. Rogue didn't know how to reassure him. 'Ah met Remy LeBeau tah night.' Instantly, Ryan seemed to get the picture. He came a bit closer, still a little cautious.
'Did he hurt you?' Ryan said picking up the chair Rogue had thrown.
'Naw...' Rogue said looking down. 'But that's why ah had the knife... ah thought he was gonna. Ah thought he had come back to ...' Suddenly it was all very painful. This was the man she was in love with, and she was thinking of killing him. She wanted to change the topic desperately, and Ryan picked up on that. He smiled weakly.
'Well I have some good news!' He said clapping his hands together, 'You've been a mystery right from the beginning, but yesterday we found out exactly who you are... Maire.' Rogue hadn't been called that in ages. Before she could remember. But Ryan wasn't done. 'We figured all this Rogue business was because you have an acute concussion and amnesia. It would explain your seizure earlier. So we're going to take you home tomorrow. But if you feel at all uncomfortable, like it's going too fast, just tell us and you can come back here.' Ryan was treating her like a nutcase, but Rogue couldn't care less. Maybe this would help her figure things out and get Remy back.
'Ah guess...' Rogue said softly, 'Do ah live here?'
'Actually just on the outskirts of town. I talked to your boyfriend yesterday, he was really worried....'
'Hold up. Boyfriend?' Rogue said with astonishment.
'Yeah... Didn't catch his name but no worries, you'll see him tomorrow. Maybe that'll help you remember.' Ryan smiled and got up. 'Um... I brought you a snack but...' He looked down at the food on the floor.
'No problem. Ah had enough to eat earlier. Actually, did ah leave mah purse in yar car earlier?' Rogue thought she had, and suddenly saw Ryan's funny expression.
'I'll go check.' He turned and almost bolted for the door.
'Not so fast.' Rogue said catching on to something... funny. 'Where's Stokes? Ah thought she was gonna visit me.'
'Well actually she's not feeling well. Uh... she had a bit too much to drink and...'
'They give ya'll alcohol round here?'
'Well no.. actually she was at the club. She's in my car, asleep.' Ryan opened the door nervously.
'Oh...' Rogue said impishly. 'Ya'll better see her off tah bed then.' Ryan smiled nervously and sauntered off, closing the door behind him. Rogue's playful smile disappeared almost immediately, as though she was shedding a mask after curtain call.
She laid back down on the bed and reached for the dusty old CD player on her table. Stokes had left it to keep her company while she couldn't be there. Rogue switched it on and recognized the song that played... SO I ASKED GOD
GOD SENT ME AN ANGEL
FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE
SENT ME AN ANGEL
TO HEAL MY BROKEN HEART
FROM BEING IN LOVE
CAUSE ALL I DO IS CRY
GOD SENT ME AN ANGEL
TO WIPE THE TEARS FROM MY EYES
AND I KNOW I MIGHT SOUND CRAZY
BUT AFTER ALL THAT
I STILL LOVED YOU ~ Angel by Amanda Perez
Rogue felt a few tears stream down her cheeks. She finally knew what the song meant. She curled up, forgetting to climb under the covers, just lay there, thinking of Remy and how she had truly lost him. Forever.
She was living a lie. Boyfriend? Outskirts of town? This was all wrong! For the first time, she missed Kitty's annoyingly perfect reflexion in their bedroom mirror. She missed Logan scoffing at everything anyone said and acting superior in an isolated way. She missed the way Storm and Evan fought, the way families did. The X Team was her family. She had lost her family. She had lost her love. She had lost her life.
*************** In loving memory of Erin Lang 1988-2003 *********************
Rogue had been lying alone in her darkened room for the whole night, wide- awake with grief. She had played 'Angel' over and over again, each time a fresh wave of tears trickling down her cheeks. She finally heard a sound other than her sobbing and the CD player. A knock.
'Rogue?' The voice was bearly above a mumble, followed by a yawn and a cough, 'What are you doing up this early?' Rogue saw the red glow of her alarm clock, reading 4:50 AM. She didn't answer.
'What's wrong?' said a voice, unmistakably Stokely's. Rogue heard the shuffling of her fuzzy white slippers on the smooth, cold concrete floor. 'Are you... crying?' Rogue felt a wet sniff escape her and felt the bed sink down as Stokes sat down, and began patting her head. 'Is it LeBeau?'
Rogue rolled over, revealing her tear stained and pink eyes, her bright cheeks and her smudged mascara. Stokes sighed and picked up a Kleenex, wiping Rogue's face. 'How did ya'll know?' Rogue croaked, 'Is it tha' obvious?'
Stokely let out a weak laugh, 'Hunny I used to be you. Or at least doing what you're doing right now.' She let out another sigh, gazing at the wall wistfully. 'I used to cry over a certain boy that never even noticed how much I...felt.. for him.'
'Ya...ya did?' Stokes said her voice scratchy from crying so much. Stokes gave a small nod.
'And I never did anything. So I kept crying.' Stokes said, with such saddening eyes. 'The moral of the story goes that you can't just give up and wallow in self pity. You have to get up. You have to be strong. You have to get back in the ring and fight for what you love.' She looked down. 'Understand?'
Rogue nodded. Stokes smiled. 'I wish I had a friend like you before. Maybe then I woulda had the courage to tell that boy.' Stokes got up and walked to the door.
'Stokes.' Rogue said softly.
'Yeah?'
'When did ya stop cryin over that boy?'
'I haven't.' Stokes said, as she slowly closed the door, plunging the room back into darkness. Rogue spent the rest of the night in turmoil. She turned Stokely's words over and over in her mind. She would never get over this. She had to fight for Remy.
***************** 6 HOURS LATER ********************************
Rogue immerged, pale, wearing black pants, black combat boots, a black tank and wearing a black hat. She had decided that to get back her thief, she was going to have to steal something from Kerri. Whatever had made things this way.
'Ryan?' Rogue looked around the corner into Ryan's room. He was sitting at a computer, when he turned around.
'Rogue! What's up?'
'Ah need yah help! Have yah ever heard a anything that can change reality... even in myths or stories?' Ryan looked a little confused but spun around to the computer and began feverishly typing.
'Well there's bound to be about a million things that can do that... any specifics?'
'Ah... ah haven't gotten that far...' Rogue said. She didn't know wear to begin. Then it hit her. The day of a huge robbery in NewYork, Kerri had disappeared. 'Look up treasured artifacts from New York... or even America.'
After the rattle of keys subsided, Rogue held her breath. Please god! Please god let it be there!
'Here! We got a hit!' Ryan said as he clicked the screen. Rogue looked over his shoulder and saw a sort of orb, gold it looked like, with all these hieroglyphics or whatever carved in detail all over the sphere. Rogue smiled. This was her ray of hope.
'Ah got tah go an get ready!' Rogue said patting Ryan on the back. Ryan swiveled around.
'You going out again tonight?' he said frowning.
'Ya'll can count on it. Ah'm goin huntin for a thief.'
'Did he steal anything from you?' Stokely said carrying a cup of coffee into the room, looking very sick indeed.
'Yeah.' Rogue said softly. 'Mah heart.' *******************************************************
Tah Be CONTINUED! Ive only got a couple more chapters left in me everyone! And then I might as well hang up my writing carreer. Hope you all enjoyed! ~*STOKES*~ PS thanks for reviewing! I miss reviews from linkin! COME BACK! **cries loudly like a baby**