Fourth Part of All You Wanted: Wake-Up Call
Written by: Snow Illusion
Dedicated to: Hi.
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Hi. I finally got some inspiration. My depression.
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Rogue woke up screaming.
No one was in the room.
She screamed until she could scream no more.
And then, of course, she continued screaming.
'Where am I?' her mind mentally asked. She looked around at her surroundings. She was tucked under a white sheet and snuggled comfortably into a bed, in a white halls and white tile floor. Next to her were medical instruments that would make your hair stand on end. It reminded her of a mental institution.
Jean came running in, her hair billowing around her like a cape. Rogue would have laughed if she wasn't screaming.
"What is it?" Jean asked breathlessly, staring at the uncontrollable Rogue.
Rogue looked at her, her skin pale, and her eyes alive with shock, surprise, and fear. "Where am Ah?" Rogue demanded breathlessly, her chest heaving up and down each time she struggled to breathe.
Jean's face broke out into a smile and motioned for Rogue to lay down on the bed. "You're in the Medical Wing. You've never been here before. You shocked us quite a bit."
Rogue's eyes scurried across the room, her lower lip trembling as she desperately tried to figure out what happened.
"What happened?" she whispered. She noticed that she was hooked up to I.V.s and has a bandage on her forehead.
Jean pulled up a chair and rested her head on her palms. "You had a seizure."
'A seizure?'
Jean nodded. "Yeah. You're system was overloaded with too much emotion and it sorta collapsed, which caused your brain to convulse."
Rogue knitted her brows together to make it seem as if she understood. She didn't.
Jean sighed. "You know how you're usually apathetic?"
Rogue didn't respond.
"Well, obviously, you've been like that your whole life."
'You can say that again.'
"Well, obviously, you've been like that your whole life."
Both Rogue and Jean erupted in giggles, but Rogue cut herself off. "And?…"
"And, well, you felt very strong about something that day. And your system had no idea how to deal with it."
"That day? What do you mean? What's the date?" Rogue asked franctically. How long had she been out?
"It's been two weeks."
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Pietro lazily sprawled himself against the sofa and let out a monstrous yawn.
"Whoa, close your mouth, yo! Your breath smells worse than I do!" Todd complained, hopping around and catching random flies.
"I believe that's impossible," Lance commented, making his way down the stairs.
Blob interrupted him. "Nuh-uh!" he complained.
All The Brotherhood turned to look at him.
"About a week ago, we ran outta food, and I was so hungry I snuck into the Lunchroom Kitchen. The lunch lady's were saying how they left out the corn cobbler out in the sun for a week before serving it to us! Now THAT stank!" Blob exclaimed, biting into a BLT sandwich.
Lance, Todd, and Pietro went pale.
"Excuse me," Pietro managed to say before dashing to the bathroom.
He wiped his mouth and rose his head from the toilet. He also washed his hands, flushed the toilet, and stepped out.
That was all normal.
What was about to happen, wasn't.
'ROGUE!'
Pietro was taken aback. 'Whoa? What the Hell was that?'
'ROGUE!' his mind screamed again with such force that Pietro was forced to go up against the wall.
'Save me Pietro! Save me!' his mind repeated over and over again. Pietro grabbed his head and let out a moan. What was happening?
"Rogue?" he let out softly as his brain continued to scream about Rogue.
'Save Pietro. I need you.'
"Rogue!" he cried again with much more projection. He got up from his place on the floor and straightened his clothes.
Lance walked in. "Pietro? Why are you yelling Rogue's name? She hasn't been in out lives for two weeks."
Pietro thought hard. "Yeah. But I've never really thought about that until today. In fact, I didn't even notice it."
And it was true. Pietro couldn't ever remember not seeing Rogue in the past few weeks.
Lance's left eyebrow lifted. "What are you talking about? Principal Kelley even made a speech about it saying that she was going to be out for a couple of weeks."
Pietro thought back…he couldn't remember that either!
"I can't remember anything. That's so weird." His mind fast-forwarded to Rogue. Something was wrong.
"Rogue. Something's wrong with Rogue. I can feel it. And how come I didn't notice she was gone? I, of all people, should have noticed! Something is up, and I'm gonna find out!" was the last thing he uttered before he sped out the door.
* * *
Rogue sat up and bed and rubbed her temples profusely. She had a gargantuan headache.
"Jean?" Rogue called, biting her lower lip in pain.
Jean walked over and looked at Rogue with sympathy. "What is it Rogue?" she asked, an edgy tone in her voice.
"Can you give me anything for my headache?" she asked.
"No, I'm not issued to give you anything. I'll get the professor!" she explained before rushing away.
It was two minutes of the most excruciating pain of her life before the Professor wheeled in.
"What is it Rogue?" he asked, moving closer to her.
"My head, it hurts so bad," she said.
"Hmm…let me see…" the Professor stated, hovering his hands above Rogue's head. After thirty seconds, his hands dropped to the side. "It's a migraine, Rogue. There's nothing I can give you that wouldn't upset your system."
"What do you mean?" Rogue asked, fury in her voice. Her head hurt! And she wanted the Professor to help her!
"Well, your body is still recuperating from the seizure. If I gave you anything, it might hurt you more," he explained.
Rogue narrowed her eyes. "But I've been under for two weeks! How can that be?"
The Professor shook his head. "I don't know. The best thing for you to do right now is to lay down."
Rogue did what she was told and lay down. Surely after, she went blissfully off to sleep.
Two hours later, Rogue woke up. But she didn't scream. She felt like it, but she didn't. Her head still hurt.
The Professor wheeled in, stopping short of Rogue's bed. She shot him a quizzical look.
"What?" she asked.
"Look Rogue, I know how tough this is for you."
"Tough?" Rogue started. "You know how tough it is for me? No you don't. You won't EVER know how tough it with me." Rogue didn't know where this was coming from. She just knew Professor X was wrong. Very wrong.
"Rogue, I won't deny that I won't ever truly know---"
"---No, you won't," Rogue interrupted. "You won't. Touch me, Professor. Touch me."
The Professor stay still, and a little smile flickered on Rogue's face. "See. You don't know. You don't know what it's like never to do this!" Rogue cried, lunging for the Professor's face. Her hands grabbed on to the skin she could find and screamed in terror, and in adrenaline as she struggled to maintain her grip on him.
His eyes widened as he realized what she was doing.
She let out a scream and let go of him, her hands burning as if they were being drowned in fire.
"Oh my God…" she whispered as terrible, terrible images floated through her head. She looked at him, her lips curved into a frown.
"No!" the Professor said. "Don't believe it!"
She got up and dusted herself off. "You sick, sick bastard," she whispered through her teeth.
With that, she ran. She ran for all it was worth.
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DING DONG.
Pietro waited impatiently for someone to answer the door. He was greeted by Daniels.
"What are you doing here?" Evan whined, about to shut the door. Pietro stopped him.
"As much as I would like to kick you ass right now Evan, I'm looking for Rogue. Where is she?" he ordered, his face hard with expression.
Evan's eyes widened. "Didn't you hear?"
Pietro's mouth dropped. "What?"
Evan's facial expressions fell. "Rogue ran away."
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Where did Rogue go? Why didn't Pietro know she was gone? And what's up with Professor Xavier?
Find out, in the next chapter! Dun Dun DUNN!!!
