Rogue stood up clutching her fists almost as if ready for some great war, a
battle with the misery of reality. Her mind grew full of disbelief and yet
there was a nagging pain that issued from her heart, one that told her,
'there is no hope'. No hope? Those words were empty and took advantage of
her. She felt numb and confused, like a small child lost in an unfamiliar
place, lonely, and useless against this terrible disease that ate away at
him. The truth bit her, injecting venom and pestilence into her already
burned mind.
'No', she said sharply, and her voice grew as she protested, desperately trying to shut out all other speech from within. 'No, I can't believe, I won't believe you, you're lying!' She covered her face with her hands, small tears passing through her fingers like rolling diamonds of saddened starlight. 'No', she said again and her voice fell to a whisper. She sat down; too weak and ashamed to support her own weight. Was she cursed? Chained to her emotion like a hungry dog just out of reach of food as her masters cruel hand drew closer from behind. Her thoughts echoed, like ripples in an icy lake formed by the casting of cruel stones and menacing rocks. She knew her friend's eyes were shining at her, almost as if to pity this helpless creature and to throw a scrap of food out from the distance.
Storm placed a gentle slender hand on Rogue's shoulder, she squeezed hard and shared an uneasy glace with beast. 'I'm sorry Rogue' she said, 'But I think that in your heart you truly know what is right, even if you don't want to believe it, Do not be afraid of what lies in front, and do not grow too eager to return behind, child'.
Rogue smiled gratefully at this but knew that the wise words of Storm were too weak to put out the fire of Rogue's misery and she sobbed once more. She envied storms depth, her strength was like a cry that shook the mountains and cracked the earth. Rogue had only the courage to look up, staring deep into her friend's porcelain eyes that revealed no emotion, but remained powerful and strong like looking glasses into thought and wisdom, and an echo of pity sat upon her brow half causing Rogue to be helpless and feel ashamed, cowering down once more like the dog she compared herself with. But no more, she had to be strong for him. That was all that lied on the road ahead. And she ran to it and wouldn't allow her feet to drag. Wiping her eyes clean she grew desperate to return to strength, and her eyes suddenly became proud and beautiful, like carved stone set in thoughtful stares. Intimidating as the defeating stare of great Queens and high lady's. And as her face seemed to age in beauty and wisdom she also seemed to grow, a tower of strength that never crumbled under the weight of all emotion, a mighty wall that held the mountains together, and a fortress standing.
'How could he become like this?' she said almost leaning on a golden staff, 'and what can we do about it?' her eyes suddenly grew wide and anxious.
'Well what we thought ~' said Storm who began but beast then cut in clearing his throat suddenly, which he didn't do very often and always considered it rude to interrupt.
'There is no cause, Rogue' he continued, 'it is happening all over the world mutant or no, and apparently the mutant gene doesn't make a difference! I am very sorry about your loss Rogue' He looked down at his feet and Rogue grew angry, it was almost as if there had been a decision made behind her back. Feeling sorry for her loss, had they given up? She could have screamed at them and thought that she heard herself do so until she noticed Storm nodding approvingly at beasts points, apparently not hearing Rogue's cries for help. But she was avoiding Rogue's eyes, which unnoticed by Rogue, grew piercing, as telescopes into all thought, cruel and menacing as if she could see through masks and read the secrets that were written in the cracks of your mind. Storm grew uncomfortable and tried for something to stare at while Rogue continued her questions, still carrying a reading stare.
'So what if he turns again, do we take him out back and shoot him like an injured animal, Beast'
'No Rogue, surely you wasn't serious? We have plans, as always.' He said as his eyes grew fixed on Storm who seemed to be fidgeting. 'He has to be taken into a special unit. Which is not as bad as it sounds' he said suddenly as he noticed that Rogue was about to ask more and indeed harder questions. He couldn't really blame her; she of course would like to know all the information she can gather about his condition.
After a short but surprisingly uncomfortable silence he spoke again and this time was hoping that she would respond. 'We hope that this special unit, which we are calling SU.R11 by the way, will be a place where he couldn't injure others or also do himself any harm, Rogue'
Rogue shrank to a quivering child again, still holding herself up high and biting her lip always trying to disguise the pain that she felt, the pain that burned her from the inside and sent her tumbling into a dark room, alone and scared like a child without its mother, the agony coursing through her mind like venom, a poison that corrupted and killed. She swallowed hard and breathed deeply which to her was the only cure that satisfied. At length she spoke.
'Can I see this special ~'
Suddenly she was cut short, a frightfully close banging clatter was heard. They wheeled around and were brought out of all thought and speech, as if they were children who had heard their first thunderclaps. The room became a cave with lost caverns carrying the echoes of metal on metal, usually meaning that they were not alone and that someone was lurking in the shadows. He had awoken; the darkness flooded in like a foul smell, and all was not well.
R+R please.will be much appreciated. Next chapter will be up soon, need to know if I'm doing anything wrong, (probably), thanks.
'No', she said sharply, and her voice grew as she protested, desperately trying to shut out all other speech from within. 'No, I can't believe, I won't believe you, you're lying!' She covered her face with her hands, small tears passing through her fingers like rolling diamonds of saddened starlight. 'No', she said again and her voice fell to a whisper. She sat down; too weak and ashamed to support her own weight. Was she cursed? Chained to her emotion like a hungry dog just out of reach of food as her masters cruel hand drew closer from behind. Her thoughts echoed, like ripples in an icy lake formed by the casting of cruel stones and menacing rocks. She knew her friend's eyes were shining at her, almost as if to pity this helpless creature and to throw a scrap of food out from the distance.
Storm placed a gentle slender hand on Rogue's shoulder, she squeezed hard and shared an uneasy glace with beast. 'I'm sorry Rogue' she said, 'But I think that in your heart you truly know what is right, even if you don't want to believe it, Do not be afraid of what lies in front, and do not grow too eager to return behind, child'.
Rogue smiled gratefully at this but knew that the wise words of Storm were too weak to put out the fire of Rogue's misery and she sobbed once more. She envied storms depth, her strength was like a cry that shook the mountains and cracked the earth. Rogue had only the courage to look up, staring deep into her friend's porcelain eyes that revealed no emotion, but remained powerful and strong like looking glasses into thought and wisdom, and an echo of pity sat upon her brow half causing Rogue to be helpless and feel ashamed, cowering down once more like the dog she compared herself with. But no more, she had to be strong for him. That was all that lied on the road ahead. And she ran to it and wouldn't allow her feet to drag. Wiping her eyes clean she grew desperate to return to strength, and her eyes suddenly became proud and beautiful, like carved stone set in thoughtful stares. Intimidating as the defeating stare of great Queens and high lady's. And as her face seemed to age in beauty and wisdom she also seemed to grow, a tower of strength that never crumbled under the weight of all emotion, a mighty wall that held the mountains together, and a fortress standing.
'How could he become like this?' she said almost leaning on a golden staff, 'and what can we do about it?' her eyes suddenly grew wide and anxious.
'Well what we thought ~' said Storm who began but beast then cut in clearing his throat suddenly, which he didn't do very often and always considered it rude to interrupt.
'There is no cause, Rogue' he continued, 'it is happening all over the world mutant or no, and apparently the mutant gene doesn't make a difference! I am very sorry about your loss Rogue' He looked down at his feet and Rogue grew angry, it was almost as if there had been a decision made behind her back. Feeling sorry for her loss, had they given up? She could have screamed at them and thought that she heard herself do so until she noticed Storm nodding approvingly at beasts points, apparently not hearing Rogue's cries for help. But she was avoiding Rogue's eyes, which unnoticed by Rogue, grew piercing, as telescopes into all thought, cruel and menacing as if she could see through masks and read the secrets that were written in the cracks of your mind. Storm grew uncomfortable and tried for something to stare at while Rogue continued her questions, still carrying a reading stare.
'So what if he turns again, do we take him out back and shoot him like an injured animal, Beast'
'No Rogue, surely you wasn't serious? We have plans, as always.' He said as his eyes grew fixed on Storm who seemed to be fidgeting. 'He has to be taken into a special unit. Which is not as bad as it sounds' he said suddenly as he noticed that Rogue was about to ask more and indeed harder questions. He couldn't really blame her; she of course would like to know all the information she can gather about his condition.
After a short but surprisingly uncomfortable silence he spoke again and this time was hoping that she would respond. 'We hope that this special unit, which we are calling SU.R11 by the way, will be a place where he couldn't injure others or also do himself any harm, Rogue'
Rogue shrank to a quivering child again, still holding herself up high and biting her lip always trying to disguise the pain that she felt, the pain that burned her from the inside and sent her tumbling into a dark room, alone and scared like a child without its mother, the agony coursing through her mind like venom, a poison that corrupted and killed. She swallowed hard and breathed deeply which to her was the only cure that satisfied. At length she spoke.
'Can I see this special ~'
Suddenly she was cut short, a frightfully close banging clatter was heard. They wheeled around and were brought out of all thought and speech, as if they were children who had heard their first thunderclaps. The room became a cave with lost caverns carrying the echoes of metal on metal, usually meaning that they were not alone and that someone was lurking in the shadows. He had awoken; the darkness flooded in like a foul smell, and all was not well.
R+R please.will be much appreciated. Next chapter will be up soon, need to know if I'm doing anything wrong, (probably), thanks.