What I Want, Chapter Twenty-Two
She recognized him the moment he stepped out of the shaded leaves. At first he did not scare her, because he belonged, then he smiled, so cruel, his white teeth perfectly in line, his lips twitching, his eyes cold and dark and frightening. He did not belong anymore. But before she could speak, his right hand was over her mouth, his left hand grasping her arm, pulling her with him.
She bit his hand, and then kicked back into his groin, she started to run, screaming, but he was faster, and she was tired...he had her in his grip again. "Je te voudrais." He whispered in her ear, and then suckled on her earlobe. "Tu ne le sais pas." His hands were around her neck before she could move, and then the scenes before her eyes went black.
~ ~ ~
When she awoke, she was in a room, hands behind her back and two eyes, flaming, watching her. She could hardly breathe, and he was moving.
"Please don't hurt me." She said calmly. "I'll do whatever you want."
"You will, eh?" He asked, and slid his hands behind her head. "Kiss me. Like you mean it." His eyes beckoned her, and she looked up, smiling enough for him to see. Memories replayed in her mind as she tried not to be repulsed, tried not to cry. Swiftly, his lips descended, her lips moved against his, though in her mind she was seeing another, touching another. Her hands were bound. She phased one through the rope, grabbed onto it and phased the other. Her lips moved like poetry, her fingers twisted and attempted to unknot the rope.
"Ma belle." He said, his fingers slipping through her hair. "Mon amour." She tested the length of the rope. It would be enough. Her fingers found his neck, the rope slid along it's length, he was kissing her, he did not notice. She curled it's length around his neck and twisted.
His eyes bulged as she pulled tighter, in her arms, he stopped struggling, fell against her. She pushed him away from her, tied his wrists together weakly, and phased through the door.
He had forgotten about her "power," just as she had forgotten about it the first time she was cornered. But this time, she was centered, focused, and she made her way out.
She was in his room. She wasn't positive, but fairly sure. She blinked as the light brought her back to reality.
In his room, she was in his room and he had planned on raping her. She couldn't breathe, struggled to force the air in and out of her lungs, and then pushed his door open.
The hallways was how it had always been, awry with students, screaming with madness. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes.
She was shaking.
"Kitty?" Asked a voice, she opened her eyes only to find that her hands covered them. Fingers came to pry at hers, arms wrapped around her, and she melted into them, clinging onto this strand of life, of sanity.
She didn't even know who it was. "Rogue?" She asked, the tint to the fading reassurances was vaguely southern.
"Kitty-kat, don't worry about it, calm down, come'ere." Kitty settled into the girl's form, sighed as the soft voice penetrated her shield, and wept, tears flowing, purging madness.
"I need Scott." She said softly, and Marie's warmth pulled away from her. "Please." She said. "Please get him."
Marie could not deny her, settled her against the opposite wall and shifted into the hall, walking calmly to find the man who she was sure had caused this pain.
She recognized him the moment he stepped out of the shaded leaves. At first he did not scare her, because he belonged, then he smiled, so cruel, his white teeth perfectly in line, his lips twitching, his eyes cold and dark and frightening. He did not belong anymore. But before she could speak, his right hand was over her mouth, his left hand grasping her arm, pulling her with him.
She bit his hand, and then kicked back into his groin, she started to run, screaming, but he was faster, and she was tired...he had her in his grip again. "Je te voudrais." He whispered in her ear, and then suckled on her earlobe. "Tu ne le sais pas." His hands were around her neck before she could move, and then the scenes before her eyes went black.
~ ~ ~
When she awoke, she was in a room, hands behind her back and two eyes, flaming, watching her. She could hardly breathe, and he was moving.
"Please don't hurt me." She said calmly. "I'll do whatever you want."
"You will, eh?" He asked, and slid his hands behind her head. "Kiss me. Like you mean it." His eyes beckoned her, and she looked up, smiling enough for him to see. Memories replayed in her mind as she tried not to be repulsed, tried not to cry. Swiftly, his lips descended, her lips moved against his, though in her mind she was seeing another, touching another. Her hands were bound. She phased one through the rope, grabbed onto it and phased the other. Her lips moved like poetry, her fingers twisted and attempted to unknot the rope.
"Ma belle." He said, his fingers slipping through her hair. "Mon amour." She tested the length of the rope. It would be enough. Her fingers found his neck, the rope slid along it's length, he was kissing her, he did not notice. She curled it's length around his neck and twisted.
His eyes bulged as she pulled tighter, in her arms, he stopped struggling, fell against her. She pushed him away from her, tied his wrists together weakly, and phased through the door.
He had forgotten about her "power," just as she had forgotten about it the first time she was cornered. But this time, she was centered, focused, and she made her way out.
She was in his room. She wasn't positive, but fairly sure. She blinked as the light brought her back to reality.
In his room, she was in his room and he had planned on raping her. She couldn't breathe, struggled to force the air in and out of her lungs, and then pushed his door open.
The hallways was how it had always been, awry with students, screaming with madness. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes.
She was shaking.
"Kitty?" Asked a voice, she opened her eyes only to find that her hands covered them. Fingers came to pry at hers, arms wrapped around her, and she melted into them, clinging onto this strand of life, of sanity.
She didn't even know who it was. "Rogue?" She asked, the tint to the fading reassurances was vaguely southern.
"Kitty-kat, don't worry about it, calm down, come'ere." Kitty settled into the girl's form, sighed as the soft voice penetrated her shield, and wept, tears flowing, purging madness.
"I need Scott." She said softly, and Marie's warmth pulled away from her. "Please." She said. "Please get him."
Marie could not deny her, settled her against the opposite wall and shifted into the hall, walking calmly to find the man who she was sure had caused this pain.
