Second chapter. I thought I should put it up. In case "any of you" wish to
read more.
Little note: the little stars are kind of part of the story, it gives details about time and place. Look out for them.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the stay!!!
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December 26.
Rogue observed the elevator for at least three-quarters of an hour. She had put her hair in a pony tail and wore a black top with orange fluorescent gloves that went up to her elbows. The students looked at her wondering what she was doing out of her room. She was most of the time in there when there wasn't any lessons. Kitty crossed her twice, and at the third time stopped in front of her.
"What's up Rogue?"
"Nothing special."
Kitty looked to where Rogue's gaze was.
"The elevator looks very interesting," she commented.
"It depends on what ya use it for," Rogue stated. She walked over to it's door and called the lift.
"You're going down to the lab?" Kitty asked.
"Yep."
The elevator opened, Rogue walked in. The door was closed when Kitty phased threw it.
"Do you mind if I come with you?" she asked.
***
They were both in the white corridor. Kitty readjusted her pink tube top and made sure that one of the her brown locks of hair fell on the side of her face.
"Do you think Scott will be there?"
"Miss Grey went out with Mr Summer a half of hour ago. My answer is no," Rogue answered placidly.
She marched down to the lab.
"So what're doing here?"
"I came down to get my blood results."
"I hate getting my blood sucked out. Last time was when I got my arm broken. I was on this bike when this car came out of no where." Rogue didn't listen to her.
She was now in front of the two medical beds. She approached the second one and put her hand on it. She shuddered. Logan hated those kind of beds, which smelt too clean. She understood him, each time she had to lie down on one of them she felt the same. Danger.
She ventured herself towards Jean's private space that was locked, where she was sure to find what she was searching for. What did her blood tests say?
"To make sure you're well," Jean had told her. Rogue felt suspicious now, after what Logan had told her.
There was a code pad at the door. Rogue closed her eyes and tried to remember. It was useless. Instead she searched for magnifying glass in the draws of the room. She finally found one and took it to look at the keypad with it. Some of the white drawn numbers looked fade compared to the others. She decided that those where the numbers of the code.
"What you're trying to do?" Rogue heard Kitty ask. "You're not trying to brake threw, are you?"
Rogue didn't answer. She lightly touched the buttons that were sure to have been used in Jean's code. "0;2;8;9," she told them aloud.
"Rogue, why don't you just ask me?"
Rogue looked at her with a disgusted expression, mostly coming from her Logan part. "Ah don't need any help."
Kitty just grabbed her and pulled her threw the door, phasing.
Rogue stood there glaring at Kitty.
"Don't mention it!" she squeaked with a grin.
Marie turned her attention to the room. Everything was well put away, a place for everything, and everything in it's place. It wouldn't be hard to find her blood analyse.
She went over to the draws written on it: "R to S" and opened it. She passed Rash, Rinay, Rhans, those she knew and could put a face to their name. But Radial, Reams, Riddle she didn't know. She took out the file with her name on: "Rogue".
"Do you think theirs mine?" Kitty questioned running over to the draws.
Rogue opened hers. There was a photo of her with her hair white at the front and one without, before she had been taken by Magneto... There was her general story, the suspicion of her origin because of her accent. Then there were the medical papers. She passed over it quickly, her hand holding the file, trembling.
"Hey, Jean thinks I'm pretty stable!" Kitty exclaimed looking in hers.
"Ah think we should leave," Rogue said dryly.
"But we've just arrived!" Kitty protested.
"I heard Jean say that she would have a half an hour brake, and I think the time is nearly up."
***
Rogue slowly closed her room's door behind herself and let herself slide down to her knees, tears in her eyes.
"Damn you, Magneto," she sobbed.
She picked herself up and walked to her desk where she fell on her chair. The desk was messy: clothes, used handkerchiefs, crumpled paper and homework, pens, ink cartridges, hairbrush and elastics, it had all kinds of things on it. Marie's eyes were red and her jaw was clenched. With anger she pushed everything off her desk in a gush of anger. It clattered with metal, glass and other. With the back of her hand she took some of the wetness on her cheeks away, but more tears were falling.
Her gaze fell on the floor where all the things that had been previously on her desk had gone. Underneath a black top was a metallic chain. She bent down and picked it up revealing dangling at its end two dog tags.
"You should have let me die," she said to no one in particular.
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Logan stood in front of that same desk. Rogue didn't seem to be a tidy person. Jeannie was behind him. She had tried to comfort him for an hour now, she was now trying mentally. He felt waves of good feelings, of happy feelings being pushed into his brain. The place smelt cinnamon.
"Don't do that," Logan warned her. The happy feelings left suddenly.
"I think that you should come down with me, so we can discuss something," Jean adventured.
"You go."
This brought a sigh out of her. "It has been a shock to everyone, a pain deep in our hearts, but I'm afraid we can't change the past."
"Just leave me."
He felt drained, out of breath. He had arrived to find Jean at the door.
{"Where is she?" Logan had yelled at her.
"She's gone."}
Logan was left alone, still looking at the mess. He crouched down to look at was on the floor, picking things up. Some travel guides for Alaska, a half eaten lollypop, some papers that were stuck together with chewing gum, a map, some clean nickers, an expensive pen, a black bra, and what looked like a dairy. In this last one he was more interested. A lock closed it. He wondered if Marie would have minded that he read it. She knew everything of him, but didn't know as much on her. With a claw he cut the lock and flipped the dairy open.
"Dec, 27.
Twinkle little star, Far above my reach, Where you burn so bright.
Lies first make you feel good, but then so bad. That was how I felt before yesterday when he phoned. I didn't go down to the lab today, so Jean came up to see what was going on. The person that I thought was my only friend that was around turned out to be a lying freak. It's funny how we all look a like in the end. Logan should have let me die; it would have spared me some pain. I fell on his dog tags yesterday, I wonder if that was lie too. He's probably in this bitches bed."
Logan cringed. It was half-true. But it wasn't what pained him most. How could Marie have wanted to die? He flipped over some white pagers to the next date.
"Jan, 18
Logan phoned again. I don't know what to think; he sounded half desperate."
He remembered that moment. He had been at the last town before Alkali lake, a town of two houses, if it can be called a town in the first place.
"I half want him to come back. Xavier searched my head again and took out whatever I had left of Logan, Magneto. Whatever he found. But I hide them well, I think he underestimates me. Really, I manage to play with them like puppets, put them away when I want. But Logan has been more present than usual, he even said good night to me. And Magneto seems to have half disappeared. He's probably sulking in his corner. But for now, there's no one. Not even outside of my head."
There was some more incomprehensive scribbling after another couple of blank pages.
"Jan 24, or 25,
Where are you! I need you! Please, come back. Make him go away and take me back... Home? Is this home? Where most of the people here are scared of me, where they lie to me."
There was a smudging of ink and of what smelled tears.
"Except Kitty, she's not frightened, because she can walk right threw me! She tries to hang around with me, but I do just like if she was invisible, frustrating her to exasperation. In this dream I was in this place from where I could see the moon and Earth, in small. It's probably from Hemlock, she tried to be my room mate, but with no success. Her power is something like sight seeing, what she calls soul seeing. I call it divination. She actually predicted that I would touch her. I wonder if, really, I'll go into space. It was cold, but in a way that made me feel secure. Xavier took all her memories away from me. I think I had them for about an hour before he... I wonder if I wrote down about it... I'm sorry for Hemlock, she was nearly like a friend."
"Looking around?" a voice said behind Logan. He jumped around to find Professor Charles Xavier in his wheel chair at the door. Logan still held the dairy, letting it drop to floor to try and make Wheels think it was another abandoned thing of Rogues, which she had left on the floor.
"Quite so," Logan said, his voice like ice.
"It is sad," he said wheeling in the room, "That she changed so. I think I could have helped her if she had wanted. But I suppose this might be the best way."
Anger spilled in Logan's head. How could Chuck say such a thing!
"You abandoned her! You assh..."
"Is everything alright, Sir?"
Logan blinked. Professor Xavier was nowhere in sight, instead was a boy with dark skin, age ten, his head pocking from behind the door.
Logan ignored him to pick the dairy back up, but the boy didn't leave.
"This is Rogues room, right?"
"Haven't you got anything else to do, Kid?" Logan growled, making the boy disappear.
Alone with himself, he scratched his head, wondering about what he had just seen. It made him remember that Wheels was meant to be in the coma.
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Rogue swung her legs on the metallic bed to lie down straight on it. It's touch was cold like ice.
{Hemlock looked at Rogue from across the room.
"You know what I dreamt about last night?"
Marie was looking threw her physique lessons. It was all so easy. Physiques, Maths, Spanish, French, Italian, music... Eric Lensherr had had an excellent scholarship with this private teacher in the 1950ies, and she was feeling boredom knocking at the door. But she couldn't let the teachers know that she knew everything already, they would take everything away... When she had played the cello, the felling of loss after Xavier had discovered and taken the knowledge of playing the instrument away, had left a hole making her feel incomplete. She wouldn't even enter the music class anymore.
"No, Ah don't know of what ya dreamt about last night."
"What would happen if you touched someone to death?" she asked instead.
"Ah think Ah'd be sorry for him or her. Then Ah wouldn't remember much because Professor X would take the person's memories away."
Hemlock had turned up to the school one night like if it had been her home all her life. Professor X had thought about it like an opportunity for Rogue and had quickly put the girl into her keeping. She was twelve, with a heart shaped face and black hair, a bit chubby. Instead of a teenager with hormone problems, she turned out to be grumpy like an old bachelor.
"Why do ya ask?"
She just got up, took some paper and a pen, and gave them to Rogue.
"Write as fast as you can because I'd like to be remembered."
And then, like cold ice, Rogue felt Hemlocks hands on her face.}
Yes, the metallic bed was cold. Rogue turned her head to look at Mystique.
"It fits!" she said with a false grin.
Marie had cut her hair short, down to her ears; she had no time to brush it so it was full of knots. She wore a forest green tight suit. She didn't have any gloves anymore, not even in the cold weather of Alaska. She put a lock of white hair behind her ear, which just fell back to the side of head, too short to be held back. Her skin was pale and a bruise was forming on her cheek.
The shape shifter looked at her with cold eyes, unmoving. She then finally spoke: "You have courage, Child, or madness. I can't decide."
"Think about it like madness," Rogue said jumping off the high metallic bed. "For I'm not myself!" she exclaimed without any of her old accent.
She walked out of the white room that she had been in with an elegant sway.
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He didn't care. It had been enough for him to choose to leave.
Jean had explained to him what had happened. Mystique had came to the school.
{Scooter left the room, not wanting to hear about it. Jean looked at him go with a pained expression.
She then turned back to Logan. " Scott found her and they battled. It didn't turn out well. He lost his glasses and..."
She rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. Logan a tinge of anger. He was now more interested in the blood analyses.
"Rogue seemed frightened of you, of all the X-geeks that you are. What did you do to her," he said menacing.
"We tried to help, to take all the memories of you and Magneto away."
"She didn't want to, you scared her!" Logan yelled jumping up, anger raging threw him. "You damn frightened her!" he said accusingly.
In a wave of anger, he took out her dairy from his pocket and opened it at some of the first pages and read out loud: ".I didn't go down to the lab today, so Jean came up to see what was going on. The person that I thought was one of my only friends turned out to be a lying freak!"
He put the lines in front of her nose. She frowned in pain and closed her eyes. Logan put back the dairy in his pocket.
"I know," she whispered. "I had to keep it from her. It would have only hurt her more, you understand."
"No I don't. What would hurt her more?" Logan asked.
"You don't know?" she asked, her bottom lip trembling.
He kept silent, waiting for her to spit it out.
"Rogue was poorly. She didn't have much time to live. Nine to ten months back then. Magnetos machine affected her more than we had thought. That's way I took daily test."
She opened back her eyes, they were shinny, wet on the sides. Logan let go a moan of grief and looked down at the table.
"She always had your dog tags near hand," Jean said trying to lighten the mood. "She would clutch them for hours in class..."}
His bag on his back, he looked at the west wing. It was rubble made of stone, wood, broken glass...
He bent down to touch the ruins with the palm of his hand. It had nothing of useful but it made him feel closer to her by touching the walls that had seen her last. He realised that he was crying when a tear fell on the ground, making a darker patch on the gravel.
He felt his heart tighten as he remembered his last conversation.
{"Are you coming back soon?"
It was August and the air felt heavy and hot.
"Ah think I'll be there for Xmas."
"Great! Will Ah have a present like last year?"
"Yeah, sure. That's what Xmas is about."
"It's meant to be Christ's birthday too, ain't it?"
"I've never really considerate it that way."
"Ya didn't even care that is was Christmas before, why do ya even think about giving me' a present?"
"You're cheating on me, Marie! Using my memories against me!" Logan chuckled, not angry at all.
She didn't seem to care about this. "So. Why?"
"I suppose it's because I care about someone now."}
He hated himself for those words. He cared about her but had left her where danger could be found easily. If he really had cared about her, in the first place he would have stayed.
He fumbled threw her dairy and looked at the next date.
"April 1,
It's Aprils fool day today and I had the scare of my life. I thought it was time for me to go. It all started with a pain in the heart. Then it took the rest of the body giving the impression that thousands of needles were being driven into me. I really thought it was over. I woke up in the lab but left before Jean would appear. Looking at my arm now it looks like she's suck some blood up. I couldn't hide it anymore from Jub, I told her everything. What a big joke my life has turned out to be.
I look awful, my legs are full of bruise, my face isn't in such a bad state, thanks goodness."
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Pain; a wound deep in your chest that never seems to heal. Rogue pressed that part with her fist. Her face was a mob of blue and purple marks with some rare white ones.
Jubilee looked down at her. She wore her favourite yellow jacket.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty. You've finally awoken."
"Ah hate it when it happens, Ah feel weak an' defenceless."
"We're here. You have nothing to worry about. And your special accent has even come back."
Rogue bit her lip. She wasn't too sure about her decision anymore.
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Little note: the little stars are kind of part of the story, it gives details about time and place. Look out for them.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the stay!!!
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December 26.
Rogue observed the elevator for at least three-quarters of an hour. She had put her hair in a pony tail and wore a black top with orange fluorescent gloves that went up to her elbows. The students looked at her wondering what she was doing out of her room. She was most of the time in there when there wasn't any lessons. Kitty crossed her twice, and at the third time stopped in front of her.
"What's up Rogue?"
"Nothing special."
Kitty looked to where Rogue's gaze was.
"The elevator looks very interesting," she commented.
"It depends on what ya use it for," Rogue stated. She walked over to it's door and called the lift.
"You're going down to the lab?" Kitty asked.
"Yep."
The elevator opened, Rogue walked in. The door was closed when Kitty phased threw it.
"Do you mind if I come with you?" she asked.
***
They were both in the white corridor. Kitty readjusted her pink tube top and made sure that one of the her brown locks of hair fell on the side of her face.
"Do you think Scott will be there?"
"Miss Grey went out with Mr Summer a half of hour ago. My answer is no," Rogue answered placidly.
She marched down to the lab.
"So what're doing here?"
"I came down to get my blood results."
"I hate getting my blood sucked out. Last time was when I got my arm broken. I was on this bike when this car came out of no where." Rogue didn't listen to her.
She was now in front of the two medical beds. She approached the second one and put her hand on it. She shuddered. Logan hated those kind of beds, which smelt too clean. She understood him, each time she had to lie down on one of them she felt the same. Danger.
She ventured herself towards Jean's private space that was locked, where she was sure to find what she was searching for. What did her blood tests say?
"To make sure you're well," Jean had told her. Rogue felt suspicious now, after what Logan had told her.
There was a code pad at the door. Rogue closed her eyes and tried to remember. It was useless. Instead she searched for magnifying glass in the draws of the room. She finally found one and took it to look at the keypad with it. Some of the white drawn numbers looked fade compared to the others. She decided that those where the numbers of the code.
"What you're trying to do?" Rogue heard Kitty ask. "You're not trying to brake threw, are you?"
Rogue didn't answer. She lightly touched the buttons that were sure to have been used in Jean's code. "0;2;8;9," she told them aloud.
"Rogue, why don't you just ask me?"
Rogue looked at her with a disgusted expression, mostly coming from her Logan part. "Ah don't need any help."
Kitty just grabbed her and pulled her threw the door, phasing.
Rogue stood there glaring at Kitty.
"Don't mention it!" she squeaked with a grin.
Marie turned her attention to the room. Everything was well put away, a place for everything, and everything in it's place. It wouldn't be hard to find her blood analyse.
She went over to the draws written on it: "R to S" and opened it. She passed Rash, Rinay, Rhans, those she knew and could put a face to their name. But Radial, Reams, Riddle she didn't know. She took out the file with her name on: "Rogue".
"Do you think theirs mine?" Kitty questioned running over to the draws.
Rogue opened hers. There was a photo of her with her hair white at the front and one without, before she had been taken by Magneto... There was her general story, the suspicion of her origin because of her accent. Then there were the medical papers. She passed over it quickly, her hand holding the file, trembling.
"Hey, Jean thinks I'm pretty stable!" Kitty exclaimed looking in hers.
"Ah think we should leave," Rogue said dryly.
"But we've just arrived!" Kitty protested.
"I heard Jean say that she would have a half an hour brake, and I think the time is nearly up."
***
Rogue slowly closed her room's door behind herself and let herself slide down to her knees, tears in her eyes.
"Damn you, Magneto," she sobbed.
She picked herself up and walked to her desk where she fell on her chair. The desk was messy: clothes, used handkerchiefs, crumpled paper and homework, pens, ink cartridges, hairbrush and elastics, it had all kinds of things on it. Marie's eyes were red and her jaw was clenched. With anger she pushed everything off her desk in a gush of anger. It clattered with metal, glass and other. With the back of her hand she took some of the wetness on her cheeks away, but more tears were falling.
Her gaze fell on the floor where all the things that had been previously on her desk had gone. Underneath a black top was a metallic chain. She bent down and picked it up revealing dangling at its end two dog tags.
"You should have let me die," she said to no one in particular.
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Logan stood in front of that same desk. Rogue didn't seem to be a tidy person. Jeannie was behind him. She had tried to comfort him for an hour now, she was now trying mentally. He felt waves of good feelings, of happy feelings being pushed into his brain. The place smelt cinnamon.
"Don't do that," Logan warned her. The happy feelings left suddenly.
"I think that you should come down with me, so we can discuss something," Jean adventured.
"You go."
This brought a sigh out of her. "It has been a shock to everyone, a pain deep in our hearts, but I'm afraid we can't change the past."
"Just leave me."
He felt drained, out of breath. He had arrived to find Jean at the door.
{"Where is she?" Logan had yelled at her.
"She's gone."}
Logan was left alone, still looking at the mess. He crouched down to look at was on the floor, picking things up. Some travel guides for Alaska, a half eaten lollypop, some papers that were stuck together with chewing gum, a map, some clean nickers, an expensive pen, a black bra, and what looked like a dairy. In this last one he was more interested. A lock closed it. He wondered if Marie would have minded that he read it. She knew everything of him, but didn't know as much on her. With a claw he cut the lock and flipped the dairy open.
"Dec, 27.
Twinkle little star, Far above my reach, Where you burn so bright.
Lies first make you feel good, but then so bad. That was how I felt before yesterday when he phoned. I didn't go down to the lab today, so Jean came up to see what was going on. The person that I thought was my only friend that was around turned out to be a lying freak. It's funny how we all look a like in the end. Logan should have let me die; it would have spared me some pain. I fell on his dog tags yesterday, I wonder if that was lie too. He's probably in this bitches bed."
Logan cringed. It was half-true. But it wasn't what pained him most. How could Marie have wanted to die? He flipped over some white pagers to the next date.
"Jan, 18
Logan phoned again. I don't know what to think; he sounded half desperate."
He remembered that moment. He had been at the last town before Alkali lake, a town of two houses, if it can be called a town in the first place.
"I half want him to come back. Xavier searched my head again and took out whatever I had left of Logan, Magneto. Whatever he found. But I hide them well, I think he underestimates me. Really, I manage to play with them like puppets, put them away when I want. But Logan has been more present than usual, he even said good night to me. And Magneto seems to have half disappeared. He's probably sulking in his corner. But for now, there's no one. Not even outside of my head."
There was some more incomprehensive scribbling after another couple of blank pages.
"Jan 24, or 25,
Where are you! I need you! Please, come back. Make him go away and take me back... Home? Is this home? Where most of the people here are scared of me, where they lie to me."
There was a smudging of ink and of what smelled tears.
"Except Kitty, she's not frightened, because she can walk right threw me! She tries to hang around with me, but I do just like if she was invisible, frustrating her to exasperation. In this dream I was in this place from where I could see the moon and Earth, in small. It's probably from Hemlock, she tried to be my room mate, but with no success. Her power is something like sight seeing, what she calls soul seeing. I call it divination. She actually predicted that I would touch her. I wonder if, really, I'll go into space. It was cold, but in a way that made me feel secure. Xavier took all her memories away from me. I think I had them for about an hour before he... I wonder if I wrote down about it... I'm sorry for Hemlock, she was nearly like a friend."
"Looking around?" a voice said behind Logan. He jumped around to find Professor Charles Xavier in his wheel chair at the door. Logan still held the dairy, letting it drop to floor to try and make Wheels think it was another abandoned thing of Rogues, which she had left on the floor.
"Quite so," Logan said, his voice like ice.
"It is sad," he said wheeling in the room, "That she changed so. I think I could have helped her if she had wanted. But I suppose this might be the best way."
Anger spilled in Logan's head. How could Chuck say such a thing!
"You abandoned her! You assh..."
"Is everything alright, Sir?"
Logan blinked. Professor Xavier was nowhere in sight, instead was a boy with dark skin, age ten, his head pocking from behind the door.
Logan ignored him to pick the dairy back up, but the boy didn't leave.
"This is Rogues room, right?"
"Haven't you got anything else to do, Kid?" Logan growled, making the boy disappear.
Alone with himself, he scratched his head, wondering about what he had just seen. It made him remember that Wheels was meant to be in the coma.
************
Rogue swung her legs on the metallic bed to lie down straight on it. It's touch was cold like ice.
{Hemlock looked at Rogue from across the room.
"You know what I dreamt about last night?"
Marie was looking threw her physique lessons. It was all so easy. Physiques, Maths, Spanish, French, Italian, music... Eric Lensherr had had an excellent scholarship with this private teacher in the 1950ies, and she was feeling boredom knocking at the door. But she couldn't let the teachers know that she knew everything already, they would take everything away... When she had played the cello, the felling of loss after Xavier had discovered and taken the knowledge of playing the instrument away, had left a hole making her feel incomplete. She wouldn't even enter the music class anymore.
"No, Ah don't know of what ya dreamt about last night."
"What would happen if you touched someone to death?" she asked instead.
"Ah think Ah'd be sorry for him or her. Then Ah wouldn't remember much because Professor X would take the person's memories away."
Hemlock had turned up to the school one night like if it had been her home all her life. Professor X had thought about it like an opportunity for Rogue and had quickly put the girl into her keeping. She was twelve, with a heart shaped face and black hair, a bit chubby. Instead of a teenager with hormone problems, she turned out to be grumpy like an old bachelor.
"Why do ya ask?"
She just got up, took some paper and a pen, and gave them to Rogue.
"Write as fast as you can because I'd like to be remembered."
And then, like cold ice, Rogue felt Hemlocks hands on her face.}
Yes, the metallic bed was cold. Rogue turned her head to look at Mystique.
"It fits!" she said with a false grin.
Marie had cut her hair short, down to her ears; she had no time to brush it so it was full of knots. She wore a forest green tight suit. She didn't have any gloves anymore, not even in the cold weather of Alaska. She put a lock of white hair behind her ear, which just fell back to the side of head, too short to be held back. Her skin was pale and a bruise was forming on her cheek.
The shape shifter looked at her with cold eyes, unmoving. She then finally spoke: "You have courage, Child, or madness. I can't decide."
"Think about it like madness," Rogue said jumping off the high metallic bed. "For I'm not myself!" she exclaimed without any of her old accent.
She walked out of the white room that she had been in with an elegant sway.
************
He didn't care. It had been enough for him to choose to leave.
Jean had explained to him what had happened. Mystique had came to the school.
{Scooter left the room, not wanting to hear about it. Jean looked at him go with a pained expression.
She then turned back to Logan. " Scott found her and they battled. It didn't turn out well. He lost his glasses and..."
She rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. Logan a tinge of anger. He was now more interested in the blood analyses.
"Rogue seemed frightened of you, of all the X-geeks that you are. What did you do to her," he said menacing.
"We tried to help, to take all the memories of you and Magneto away."
"She didn't want to, you scared her!" Logan yelled jumping up, anger raging threw him. "You damn frightened her!" he said accusingly.
In a wave of anger, he took out her dairy from his pocket and opened it at some of the first pages and read out loud: ".I didn't go down to the lab today, so Jean came up to see what was going on. The person that I thought was one of my only friends turned out to be a lying freak!"
He put the lines in front of her nose. She frowned in pain and closed her eyes. Logan put back the dairy in his pocket.
"I know," she whispered. "I had to keep it from her. It would have only hurt her more, you understand."
"No I don't. What would hurt her more?" Logan asked.
"You don't know?" she asked, her bottom lip trembling.
He kept silent, waiting for her to spit it out.
"Rogue was poorly. She didn't have much time to live. Nine to ten months back then. Magnetos machine affected her more than we had thought. That's way I took daily test."
She opened back her eyes, they were shinny, wet on the sides. Logan let go a moan of grief and looked down at the table.
"She always had your dog tags near hand," Jean said trying to lighten the mood. "She would clutch them for hours in class..."}
His bag on his back, he looked at the west wing. It was rubble made of stone, wood, broken glass...
He bent down to touch the ruins with the palm of his hand. It had nothing of useful but it made him feel closer to her by touching the walls that had seen her last. He realised that he was crying when a tear fell on the ground, making a darker patch on the gravel.
He felt his heart tighten as he remembered his last conversation.
{"Are you coming back soon?"
It was August and the air felt heavy and hot.
"Ah think I'll be there for Xmas."
"Great! Will Ah have a present like last year?"
"Yeah, sure. That's what Xmas is about."
"It's meant to be Christ's birthday too, ain't it?"
"I've never really considerate it that way."
"Ya didn't even care that is was Christmas before, why do ya even think about giving me' a present?"
"You're cheating on me, Marie! Using my memories against me!" Logan chuckled, not angry at all.
She didn't seem to care about this. "So. Why?"
"I suppose it's because I care about someone now."}
He hated himself for those words. He cared about her but had left her where danger could be found easily. If he really had cared about her, in the first place he would have stayed.
He fumbled threw her dairy and looked at the next date.
"April 1,
It's Aprils fool day today and I had the scare of my life. I thought it was time for me to go. It all started with a pain in the heart. Then it took the rest of the body giving the impression that thousands of needles were being driven into me. I really thought it was over. I woke up in the lab but left before Jean would appear. Looking at my arm now it looks like she's suck some blood up. I couldn't hide it anymore from Jub, I told her everything. What a big joke my life has turned out to be.
I look awful, my legs are full of bruise, my face isn't in such a bad state, thanks goodness."
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Pain; a wound deep in your chest that never seems to heal. Rogue pressed that part with her fist. Her face was a mob of blue and purple marks with some rare white ones.
Jubilee looked down at her. She wore her favourite yellow jacket.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty. You've finally awoken."
"Ah hate it when it happens, Ah feel weak an' defenceless."
"We're here. You have nothing to worry about. And your special accent has even come back."
Rogue bit her lip. She wasn't too sure about her decision anymore.
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