Title: Wake Me Up Inside
Author: Krys
E-Mail: firerebellion@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Category: Rogue/Logan, Rogue POV
Summary: Rogue explores an edgier side to herself after a new power starts to control her.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be sitting here in front of my computer writing this. *Grumble*
Notes: This fic was inspired by the awesome song "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence. The title is from a line in the song. I'm in a little bit of a dark, gothic mood as I'm writing this, so beware. The first chapter may be confusing, but everything will be explained in latter chapters.
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Chapter 1
Ever have those moments where you're not sure whether or not you're in a dream? This would be one of mine. I see myself walking down a cobblestone street at nightfall, having nothing but the moon's light as my weapon against the blackness. It's so cold; the kind of cold you feel right down to the bone. I pull my cape tighter around my body in an attempt to salvage what little warmth I have, but it's of no use. Beneath my cape, there is only a flimsy nightgown; not nearly enough clothing for this little journey. I wonder bemusedly how it is I'm not dying from hypothermia or frostbite by now. Definitely must be a dream. It has to be, although I don't ever remember feeling coldness quite like this in past dreams. It feels too… real.
My head begins to spin and my legs are aching from walking such a distance, so I'm not surprised when I trip and fall over nothing, injuring my head on the stone. The final destination at this point no longer arouses my interest; I'm far too tired and hurt to move. Maybe I can just lay here and close my eyes, and I'll wake up comfortably in my own bed. After attempting just that, I find myself still here. Maybe I accidentally absorbed someone at the mansion while I was sleeping, and this is one of their memories. But then why am I here alone? Why am I here at all?
A flash of white and my thoughts are soon forgotten as I find myself in my room. Jubilee is fast asleep on the other side, seemingly oblivious to everything that just happened. I then start to believe that perhaps it was a dream – no – a nightmare. That is until I feel something wet on my forehead. I touch it with a white gloved hand and see the blood from a gash I don't remember getting. Running to look in the bathroom mirror, I see a person I don't recognize staring back at me. I'm wondering if this is a nightmare within a nightmare. It's then when I hear screaming, waking up everyone, but no one comes. They're all too used to this happening. The screaming finally ceases with dawn's light, and as I lay awake in bed, I wonder how I'm going to talk with my throat hoarse and my voice now gone.
