Mmm, could do with some more feedback. But so far the reviews have all been great. By the way - I forgot to mention this earlier - there are gonna be hints of Scott/Marie, so, if you've got a problem with that, just thought you should know!
Chapter 3
He's dead, and it's all your fault.
"No, no, please, stop, I don't want to think about it, please!" she gasped, her body wracked with sobs.
You should be the one lying there in the ground, not him.
"It's not my fault, I tried to stop him, it's NOT MY FAULT!" her desperate scream bouncing off the walls.
Oh but it is, and you know it. He died because of you. If it weren't for you, your stupidity, none of this would've happened. He'd be alive, Scott and Jean wouldn't be falling apart…
"Nooo…I didn't know, never would've tried to kill him…I love him."
You mean you used him. If you'd really loved him, you wouldn't be alive, you would've done EVERYTHING to stop him from touching you. No wonder he chose Jean over you, you're nothing but a dangerous, selfish murderer.
"He never chose Jean. I know he loved me, I know he loved me, I know he loved me…"
He never loved you, never EVER loved you! He only touched you because he swore he'd protect you! And you know he keeps his word, but boy, wouldn't he regret that now."From somewhere deep within her heart, came a piercing scream of primal rage and pain.
"Aaaaaaaaarrggghhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The voice in her head had gone too far this time, completely crossing the line. Her mental and emotional walls finally collapsing, she swiped her hand across the table, depositing everything with a crash onto the floor. At last releasing all the agony and hurt welled up inside of her, she began her rampage to destroy everything in her path. The paintings were torn off the walls, and hurtled against the floor with a shatter. Vases were smashed against windows, a million pieces of glass flying through the air. Books were completely crushed, pages ripped viciously off their spines with mounting menace. Hissing and shrieking like a wild animal, she was just about to connect her arm with a shelf when a strong arm grabbed her from behind.
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He had been walking towards her room when he'd heard the screaming first begin. Followed by several alarming sound of shattered glass, he'd broken into a run, anxious now. Ororo had appeared from her room, and he'd shot her a glance saying, You take care of the students, I'll check what's happening. Understanding, she'd gone to herd the students back to their rooms.
Breaking into Marie's room, he found himself greeted with flying glass. Treading his way through the sea of junk, he caught her arm just in time, before it went straight through the bookshelf. She whipped around, her pure fury boring into his mind.
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"Fuck off, One Eye," she said, his name coated with sarcasm and disdain, not unlike Logan. Her voice even let out a menacing growl.
"Not until you tell me what the hell that was all about," he said, voice calm and composed.
"GET. AWAY. FROM. ME. NOW. Don't think I won't hurt you just because you have an ego the size of a circus tent," she whispered, her tone dropping dangerously low. Her gloves were tossed onto the floor and she raised her bare hands, centimetres away from his face. The Marie inside of her had disappeared to some dark corner, leaving only the hatred, anger, and violence she felt.
"Marie, don't let all you anger swallow you. Don't let it eat away at your heart. This is all gonna get better, I swear," he said, only just managing to keep his voice level.
"IT'S ROGUE." She muttered, before raising her fingers to his temples
