Rogue sat on the edge of the neatly made twin bed, in the infirmary,
her legs dangling back and forth over the edge. She bowed her head, and her
gloved hands grasped onto the edge at her sides. Her layered, shoulder
length dark brown hair fell forward, the two thick platinum strips of hair
falling into her face. Her eyes searched the floor, with her mind trailing
in thought. She thought of her nightmare, she had a few hours earlier. She
woke up, finding herself lying in the bed inside the infirmary. The
nightmare was familiar; a recurring nightmare she'd had periodically since
her alliance with Mystique when she was only the mere age of 14. Her eyes
moved up, as she remembered the exact cause of her nightmare.
Mystique grasped onto Rogue's gloved hand, as they ran through the field of tall grass, their lungs gasping for air as they ran. Mystique looked up, towards the clear night sky, and saw a dark figure flying in the air above them. "Duck, Rogue!" She panicked, pushing the young girl to the ground.
Rogue fell to her face, and cautiously lifted her face up, to look for her guardian. Her eyes searched frantically in front of her. Her thick platinum strands of hair fell around her face, with her remaining dark brown hair following. "Mystique?" She whispered, calling for her guardian.
She turned her head, as she heard a noise of footsteps coming towards her. Her eyes opened wide with fear, her mouth open, the heavy breaths blowing the strands of hair up and down in front of her face. She gulped, between her breathing, as the footsteps came closer. She frantically turned the other way, and began to crawl. The sleeves of her black sweatshirt inched up her arms, as she crawled through the tall grass, frantically trying to get away from the footsteps. She stopped, listening for the noise. Nothing. Silence fell over the field so suddenly. She pulled herself onto her knees, still ducking her head below the top of the grass. Her eyes searched in front of her, and she quickly turned her head to check behind her. Still nothing. She slowly stood to her feet, but suddenly she was grabbed, and lifted into the air. "Gotcha!" She heard.
Rogue screamed, as two arms wrapped around her tightly. She struggled to get out of the hold, screaming. "Touch her, Rogue!" Mystique yelled, as she stood from hiding.
Rogue looked down, and gasped, as she realized she was in the air; probably ten feet above the ground below her. She turned her head, and came face to face with a woman. She wore a black mask over her eyes; her long blonde hair waving with the wind around them. "I'm taking you to the police, child!" The woman hissed at her.
Mystique looked up, and cupped her blue hands around her mouth, "Touch her, Rogue! Now!" She demanded.
Rogue removed her gloves, and reached behind her, placing her bare hands on the woman's neck. Rogue slightly convulsed, as she felt a force shoot through the muscles of her arms, heading towards her mind. She felt a pulsating pain in her head, as she grasped onto the woman's neck. "Don't let go, Rogue!" Mystique yelled.
The woman let go of Rogue, and grasped onto her head, as her muscles began to pulsate throughout her body. "Stop!" The woman screamed.
Rogue looked down, and saw that the woman was still in the air with her. She was suddenly afraid that she would be let go, and she would fall to the ground. She glanced at Mystique, who stared at the scene anxiously. Rogue let one hand go, and turned to face the woman. She immediately placed her free hand around the woman's neck, continuing to drain the woman's very life out of her body. "Don't let go!" Mystique called to her.
"I want to let go! I don't wanna touch her anymore!" Rogue screamed.
"No! You'll fall!" Mystique yelled back to her.
Rogue's head began to pulsate, as an unfamiliar burning pain began shooting through her head. "Let go of me!" The woman screamed.
Suddenly, the woman passed out, and began to fall towards the ground. Rogue screamed, and quickly glued herself on top of the woman, closing her eyes, as they both fell towards the ground. The woman's body slammed to the dirt. Rogue opened one eye, and then the other. Her eyes widened with shock, as she saw herself floating just right above the woman's body.
Rogue's thoughts were broken, as she heard Hank walk into the infirmary. He wheeled a chair towards Rogue, and sat down. He looked at her, and held up a bottle of pills. "Now, I want you to take one of these a day, for your headaches. They'll also help you sleep, so I suggest you take them right before you go to bed." He instructed, before handing her the bottle.
Rogue stared at the bottle, and sighed. Hank looked at her. He thought about the situation in her room, with Elizabeth. He finally broke the silence, "Rogue, do you remember what happened in your room earlier, after you had gone to sleep?"
Rogue's eyes moved up, meeting his concerned gaze. A blank look came upon her face, as she shook her head. "I was dreamin' Mr. McCoy." She sheepishly told him.
Hank sighed heavily, and looked into his lap. He rested an elbow on his knee, and took off his glasses. He finally looked up at her. "Rouge, what was your dream about?" He asked her.
Rogue could sense the worry in his voice. She raised her eyebrow, in suspicion of his concern. She cleared her throat, and stared into his eyes, as she began to tell him, "Well, I was runnin' through a field. And then, there was this woman. She had long blonde hair. She flew in the air above me. Then, she grabs me, and I'm strugglin' to get out of her grip. Then she turns me around, and wraps her hand around my throat," Rogue held her gloved hands to her throat, demonstrating slightly, as she continued, "And she's squeezin' so hard! And I can't breathe! It's like, my life is bein' sucked outta me!" She told him.
Rogue placed her hands at her side. She sighed, noticing his face sobering, "And you start fighting with this woman right after this? Such as wanting to kill her?" Hank asked.
"Well, tonight's dream was different than the others. I just wake up, when I realize I can't breathe. But for some reason, I couldn't wake up tonight. It seemed so real, Mr. McCoy," Her eyes began to move along the floor below her, as she continued, "And then, I just got so tired of her bein' in my head, and tormentin' me. So, I was able to fly in my dream, when I saw her laughing at me. She just disappeared and I just saw her standin' and laughin'," She looked at Hank, tears coming to her eyes, as she remembered the anguish built up from the years of torment, "I wanted to kill her, Mr. McCoy. I really did." She finished; her body slightly shaking, as a single tear fell from her eye, and to her lap.
Hank placed his hand on her sleeved arm. "It's alright, Rogue. We all have dark sides to our souls." He warmly said, trying to reassure her.
Rogue wiped her face, as more tears poured from her glossy dark green eyes. Hank turned, and reached behind him to a tissue box on the metal roll table behind him. He grabbed onto the box, and turned to her. She pulled two tissues out of the box, and wiped her face clear of her tears, as Hank then put the box next to her on the bed. He looked up at her, as she sniffled, crumpling the tissue in her fist, and placed her hands at her sides on the bed. She jerked her head to the side, flipping the strayed white strand of hair in her face. Her eyes met his, and they sat in silence for a few moments.
Hank was stumped. She had an episode of night terrors, just as he suspected. She became murderous, gunning for her own best friend. He didn't know what to say, or how to tell her of the episode a few hours earlier. He knew Rogue was fragile, as well as Elizabeth. Over the past two months, since Elizabeth stepped foot into the Institute, she and Rogue had quickly built a bond. Rogue and the Braddock twins became attached; they went everywhere together. Rogue was the only one who fully befriended the twins from day one, without any doubts of their loyalty and need of the Institute. How was he able to tell Rogue that she tried to kill her very best friend?
Rogue leaned her neck back from Hank, with a solemn look on her face. "What?" She asked.
Hank sighed again, and finally spoke up, "Rogue, I don't know how to tell you this; but, a few hours ago, you had an episode of night terrors. It's a form of sleepwalking, where you are wide awake, but yet you're still dreaming. A person can often become murderous while having an episode." He paused, and hesitated as Rogue began to breathe heavily with fear, her eyes glaring at him. He then continued, "In your case, Rogue, you went after Elizabeth." He finished.
She let out a breath of air, as a tear fell off of the bottom rim of one of her eyes. She looked away, shocked at the news. "Oh sweet Jesus." She breathed.
She gulped the saliva building in her mouth, and looked at him. "Is- ," She gulped again, "Is she okay, Mr. McCoy?"
Hank sat back in his chair, "Fortunately, yes. She had to telepathically stun you to unconsciousness to keep you back." He cleared his dry throat, "What concerns me Rogue, is that during all this, you were flying in the air." He stated to her.
Rogue's eyes looked down to him. "Flying?" She asked.
"Yes, Rogue. Flying." He clarified.
Elizabeth walked to the observation window, leading into the infirmary. A solemn look was on her face, as she began to watch her friend talk with Hank. She sighed, as she became worried about Rogue. She crossed her arms across her chest. "You alright, Betts?" She heard.
Elizabeth's head turned to her side, to look down the hallway. Logan walked towards her, and stopped as he stood next to her. He crossed his arms as well. Elizabeth looked away from him, back towards the infirmary. "Yes, I'm fine." She said.
Logan glanced into the infirmary, "I'm wonderin' what the hell that was." He sighed.
Elizabeth continued to stare into the infirmary, shaking her head. "I don't know, Logan."
She lifted her hand towards her mouth, resting her lips on her knuckles, as she rested her bent up arm on her arm still wrapped around her chest. Her head bowed slightly, as she kept her eyes on Rogue. Logan looked at her, his eyes searching her. "I'm just worried about Rogue, Logan. I know she didn't know what she was doing." Elizabeth told him.
Logan nodded, and looked back to the infirmary. "I'm sure Hank will let us know, or she will." He sighed.
(A.N- Yes, I know that Rogue ran into the X Men first in the Evolution series when she first even used her powers, not knowing who Mystique was yet, blah blah blah. But, as you notice, I'm kinda leaking into a certain event with Rogue in her COMIC history..can you guess? Thanks for the reviews! Your constructive criticism is much appreciated =) )
PS- I haven't thought of a chapter name for this one.too confusin at the moment..if you have suggestions, I would much appreciate it, but I'll probably think of one a little later.If I do, I'll just edit, and reload..thanks! =)
Mystique grasped onto Rogue's gloved hand, as they ran through the field of tall grass, their lungs gasping for air as they ran. Mystique looked up, towards the clear night sky, and saw a dark figure flying in the air above them. "Duck, Rogue!" She panicked, pushing the young girl to the ground.
Rogue fell to her face, and cautiously lifted her face up, to look for her guardian. Her eyes searched frantically in front of her. Her thick platinum strands of hair fell around her face, with her remaining dark brown hair following. "Mystique?" She whispered, calling for her guardian.
She turned her head, as she heard a noise of footsteps coming towards her. Her eyes opened wide with fear, her mouth open, the heavy breaths blowing the strands of hair up and down in front of her face. She gulped, between her breathing, as the footsteps came closer. She frantically turned the other way, and began to crawl. The sleeves of her black sweatshirt inched up her arms, as she crawled through the tall grass, frantically trying to get away from the footsteps. She stopped, listening for the noise. Nothing. Silence fell over the field so suddenly. She pulled herself onto her knees, still ducking her head below the top of the grass. Her eyes searched in front of her, and she quickly turned her head to check behind her. Still nothing. She slowly stood to her feet, but suddenly she was grabbed, and lifted into the air. "Gotcha!" She heard.
Rogue screamed, as two arms wrapped around her tightly. She struggled to get out of the hold, screaming. "Touch her, Rogue!" Mystique yelled, as she stood from hiding.
Rogue looked down, and gasped, as she realized she was in the air; probably ten feet above the ground below her. She turned her head, and came face to face with a woman. She wore a black mask over her eyes; her long blonde hair waving with the wind around them. "I'm taking you to the police, child!" The woman hissed at her.
Mystique looked up, and cupped her blue hands around her mouth, "Touch her, Rogue! Now!" She demanded.
Rogue removed her gloves, and reached behind her, placing her bare hands on the woman's neck. Rogue slightly convulsed, as she felt a force shoot through the muscles of her arms, heading towards her mind. She felt a pulsating pain in her head, as she grasped onto the woman's neck. "Don't let go, Rogue!" Mystique yelled.
The woman let go of Rogue, and grasped onto her head, as her muscles began to pulsate throughout her body. "Stop!" The woman screamed.
Rogue looked down, and saw that the woman was still in the air with her. She was suddenly afraid that she would be let go, and she would fall to the ground. She glanced at Mystique, who stared at the scene anxiously. Rogue let one hand go, and turned to face the woman. She immediately placed her free hand around the woman's neck, continuing to drain the woman's very life out of her body. "Don't let go!" Mystique called to her.
"I want to let go! I don't wanna touch her anymore!" Rogue screamed.
"No! You'll fall!" Mystique yelled back to her.
Rogue's head began to pulsate, as an unfamiliar burning pain began shooting through her head. "Let go of me!" The woman screamed.
Suddenly, the woman passed out, and began to fall towards the ground. Rogue screamed, and quickly glued herself on top of the woman, closing her eyes, as they both fell towards the ground. The woman's body slammed to the dirt. Rogue opened one eye, and then the other. Her eyes widened with shock, as she saw herself floating just right above the woman's body.
Rogue's thoughts were broken, as she heard Hank walk into the infirmary. He wheeled a chair towards Rogue, and sat down. He looked at her, and held up a bottle of pills. "Now, I want you to take one of these a day, for your headaches. They'll also help you sleep, so I suggest you take them right before you go to bed." He instructed, before handing her the bottle.
Rogue stared at the bottle, and sighed. Hank looked at her. He thought about the situation in her room, with Elizabeth. He finally broke the silence, "Rogue, do you remember what happened in your room earlier, after you had gone to sleep?"
Rogue's eyes moved up, meeting his concerned gaze. A blank look came upon her face, as she shook her head. "I was dreamin' Mr. McCoy." She sheepishly told him.
Hank sighed heavily, and looked into his lap. He rested an elbow on his knee, and took off his glasses. He finally looked up at her. "Rouge, what was your dream about?" He asked her.
Rogue could sense the worry in his voice. She raised her eyebrow, in suspicion of his concern. She cleared her throat, and stared into his eyes, as she began to tell him, "Well, I was runnin' through a field. And then, there was this woman. She had long blonde hair. She flew in the air above me. Then, she grabs me, and I'm strugglin' to get out of her grip. Then she turns me around, and wraps her hand around my throat," Rogue held her gloved hands to her throat, demonstrating slightly, as she continued, "And she's squeezin' so hard! And I can't breathe! It's like, my life is bein' sucked outta me!" She told him.
Rogue placed her hands at her side. She sighed, noticing his face sobering, "And you start fighting with this woman right after this? Such as wanting to kill her?" Hank asked.
"Well, tonight's dream was different than the others. I just wake up, when I realize I can't breathe. But for some reason, I couldn't wake up tonight. It seemed so real, Mr. McCoy," Her eyes began to move along the floor below her, as she continued, "And then, I just got so tired of her bein' in my head, and tormentin' me. So, I was able to fly in my dream, when I saw her laughing at me. She just disappeared and I just saw her standin' and laughin'," She looked at Hank, tears coming to her eyes, as she remembered the anguish built up from the years of torment, "I wanted to kill her, Mr. McCoy. I really did." She finished; her body slightly shaking, as a single tear fell from her eye, and to her lap.
Hank placed his hand on her sleeved arm. "It's alright, Rogue. We all have dark sides to our souls." He warmly said, trying to reassure her.
Rogue wiped her face, as more tears poured from her glossy dark green eyes. Hank turned, and reached behind him to a tissue box on the metal roll table behind him. He grabbed onto the box, and turned to her. She pulled two tissues out of the box, and wiped her face clear of her tears, as Hank then put the box next to her on the bed. He looked up at her, as she sniffled, crumpling the tissue in her fist, and placed her hands at her sides on the bed. She jerked her head to the side, flipping the strayed white strand of hair in her face. Her eyes met his, and they sat in silence for a few moments.
Hank was stumped. She had an episode of night terrors, just as he suspected. She became murderous, gunning for her own best friend. He didn't know what to say, or how to tell her of the episode a few hours earlier. He knew Rogue was fragile, as well as Elizabeth. Over the past two months, since Elizabeth stepped foot into the Institute, she and Rogue had quickly built a bond. Rogue and the Braddock twins became attached; they went everywhere together. Rogue was the only one who fully befriended the twins from day one, without any doubts of their loyalty and need of the Institute. How was he able to tell Rogue that she tried to kill her very best friend?
Rogue leaned her neck back from Hank, with a solemn look on her face. "What?" She asked.
Hank sighed again, and finally spoke up, "Rogue, I don't know how to tell you this; but, a few hours ago, you had an episode of night terrors. It's a form of sleepwalking, where you are wide awake, but yet you're still dreaming. A person can often become murderous while having an episode." He paused, and hesitated as Rogue began to breathe heavily with fear, her eyes glaring at him. He then continued, "In your case, Rogue, you went after Elizabeth." He finished.
She let out a breath of air, as a tear fell off of the bottom rim of one of her eyes. She looked away, shocked at the news. "Oh sweet Jesus." She breathed.
She gulped the saliva building in her mouth, and looked at him. "Is- ," She gulped again, "Is she okay, Mr. McCoy?"
Hank sat back in his chair, "Fortunately, yes. She had to telepathically stun you to unconsciousness to keep you back." He cleared his dry throat, "What concerns me Rogue, is that during all this, you were flying in the air." He stated to her.
Rogue's eyes looked down to him. "Flying?" She asked.
"Yes, Rogue. Flying." He clarified.
Elizabeth walked to the observation window, leading into the infirmary. A solemn look was on her face, as she began to watch her friend talk with Hank. She sighed, as she became worried about Rogue. She crossed her arms across her chest. "You alright, Betts?" She heard.
Elizabeth's head turned to her side, to look down the hallway. Logan walked towards her, and stopped as he stood next to her. He crossed his arms as well. Elizabeth looked away from him, back towards the infirmary. "Yes, I'm fine." She said.
Logan glanced into the infirmary, "I'm wonderin' what the hell that was." He sighed.
Elizabeth continued to stare into the infirmary, shaking her head. "I don't know, Logan."
She lifted her hand towards her mouth, resting her lips on her knuckles, as she rested her bent up arm on her arm still wrapped around her chest. Her head bowed slightly, as she kept her eyes on Rogue. Logan looked at her, his eyes searching her. "I'm just worried about Rogue, Logan. I know she didn't know what she was doing." Elizabeth told him.
Logan nodded, and looked back to the infirmary. "I'm sure Hank will let us know, or she will." He sighed.
(A.N- Yes, I know that Rogue ran into the X Men first in the Evolution series when she first even used her powers, not knowing who Mystique was yet, blah blah blah. But, as you notice, I'm kinda leaking into a certain event with Rogue in her COMIC history..can you guess? Thanks for the reviews! Your constructive criticism is much appreciated =) )
PS- I haven't thought of a chapter name for this one.too confusin at the moment..if you have suggestions, I would much appreciate it, but I'll probably think of one a little later.If I do, I'll just edit, and reload..thanks! =)
