Hi everyone!
Here is the next chapter of my fic, I hope you like it. Thanks to Hyperly Mad and Soul Eater, my Beta-readers. (In the first chapter I put Bettymew by mistake, but its actually Hyperly mad. Sorry, honey!)
Special thanks to Rogue14, my first and **sob** only reviewer!
'Dancing with Death' chapter 2
By Tatum
Rogue stopped outside the GYM hall, her hand on the door handle. The dream was still vivid in her head, Kurt's crumpled form forever in front of her eyes, even when she shut them. She took a deep breath, but still didn't enter.
A crowd was beginning to form behind her, girls standing on tiptoe to see who was holding everybody up, chattering impatiently. Someone shoved Rogue in the small of the back, snapping her out of her daydream and pushing her through the door. She held her breath as she stared at the spot on the floor she had seen in her dream, expecting to see something…
No dead Kurt. No skull freak. 'Phew,' she thought, finally exhaling.
But what WAS there was worse: The boys.
"Oh no," She groaned. They were obviously doing P.E with the boys today, something she hated doing. Making a fool of herself in front of Scott and the Brotherhood was not on the top of her 'favorite things to do' list.
Scott waved in her direction and for a second, her heart leapt into her throat. But it was quickly pushed back down again when she realized that he was waving at Jean, who was just behind her. Calling Jean as many nasty names as she could think of under her breath, Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and leant against the wall.
She watched Jean link arms with Scott, gazing into each other's eyes and smiling in a hideously sickly way. Urgh, it made her wanna puke. With jealousy that is.
"Hey there, sugar," A voice made her jump away from the wall, holding her gloved fists up defensively. She growled angrily when she saw who it was.
"Beat it, Maximoff, ah'm not in the mood to tahlk ta ya." She lowered her hands. The snowy haired teen smirked at her.
"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm always in the mood to talk to you."
"Look, ya scrawny little -"
"Calm down, traitor. I was only kidding." Pietro flicked his hair out of his ice blue eyes, smiling calmly. "If you weren't so busy staring at Goggles over there, you would have heard the teacher pair us together for GYM class."
"Ah was NOT starin'!" Rogue snapped hotly, feeling the blood rushing to her face. "And ah don't wanna be paired with YOU!"
"Hey, we don't have to get married or anything!" Pietro frowned. "It's only the wall bars. Now get climbing, I'm right behind you."
"Touch ma ass and you're dead, punk."
~*~*~*
Rogue mumbled angrily, imagining both Jean and Pietro getting fed to lots of hungry piranhas. It eased the pain a little, but not much. Pietro was still behind her and Jean was STILL holding onto Scott's arm as if it might fall off if she didn't.
Scurrying away from Pietro, Rogue hoisted herself onto a wall bar, starting to climb.
"What are you doing?" Pietro tried to catch up. "We're supposed to be partners." Rogue continued to climb without a backward glance. The sunlight poured in through the overhead windows, shining into her eyes and reflecting off the highly polished wood of the beams under her feet. Edging along one, she gripped the bar above her to steady herself and lifted her legs to hook onto the next one up.
At least this would take her mind off… things. Everything. The feeling of being so high up soothed her, as if she was flying above all her problems, leaving them all behind.
"Hey, you know you shouldn't be going so high on your own?" Pietro called to her from a few bars down. Rogue ignored him, swinging onto the highest bar. Pietro shook his head at Lance Alvers, another member of the Brotherhood. "If she falls off, it's her own fault. I won't get blamed, will I?"
"Don't think so. You warned her." Lance reassured him, swinging backwards off a beam.
Stupid Pietro. Stupid Jean. Stupid Lance. Stupid Scott. Stupid-
"Rogue," A voice whispered in Rogue's ear. Startled, she pushed her hand against the wall for support, whipping her head from left to right. The voice had sounded right next to her, much too close to be Pietro or anyone on the bottom beams. The sunlight shone brighter than ever, making her screw her eyes up tightly.
Someone was on the beam with her. She could see its outline a few steps ahead. It was tall and thin, looming above her.
"P-Pietro?" Rogue asked, wobbling slightly on the beam as she held her hand over her eyes.
"Yeah?" He was below her, so that wasn't him.
"Ro-ogue," The voice came again, a breathless, singsong whisper. Rogue started to back away. Whoever it was, she didn't want it to come any closer. Not taking her eyes off it, she started to crouch down, ready to slide onto the beam below her. But the figure moved, it jumped. The bar wobbled violently and Rogue screamed as she tipped sideways, her legs sliding off the beam.
She felt the rush of wind in her hair as she fell, like cold hands slapping her face. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was a pair of what looked like white hands hovering over her and she felt her body slow down. Then she hit something hard, knocking the wind out of her. Her vision swam, the GYM merging into a blur of colors, and then she blacked out, her head rolling to the side.
~*~*~*
"What the hell happened up there?"
Scott paced up and down in front of Pietro and Lance, waving his hands angrily as he spoke. Pietro held his own hands up innocently.
"I don't know!" He protested, his eyes wide. "I-was-three-bars-below-her! Its-her-own-stupid-fault-for-going-right-to-the-top-anyway!"
Scott blinked. "…Speak English!"
"I didn't do jack-shit!" Pietro snapped. "She called my name, then she fell off. Is that ok?"
"What about you, Alvers?" Scott turned on Lance, who glared back from under his fringe.
"Don't look at me, goggles," He spat. "I didn't touch the witch."
"Yeah, but one of your Earthquakes could have." Scott pressed on, anger flushing his face.
"Did anyone else feel an Earthquake? I'm not dumb enough to use my powers like that, even if the hall WAS full of X-geeks like you."
"Scott," Jean tugged on Scott's arm as he advanced on Lance. "Fighting won't get us anywhere. As much as I don't want to say it, I think they're telling the truth."
"Too right we are, lady." Pietro nodded at her and nudged Lance in the ribs as he scowled at Scott.
"I'm going to check on her." Scott sighed in frustration, throwing his hands up in defeat. With a last glare at the boys, he stormed out, followed by Jean.
"God, insane much?" Pietro laughed, standing up from the chair Scott had been questioning him in. Lance grated his teeth angrily.
"I hate him…" he muttered.
~*~*~*
"Rogue?"
Oh no… not her again?
"Rogue?"
Rogue opened her eyes slowly to find herself face to face with a pair of rose quartz glasses. She flushed a deed shade of crimson and moved her head to the left, her eyes falling instead on Jean, Kitty, Kurt, Logan and Storm. They were all in the school medical room, squashed into the small room with difficulty.
"How are you feelink now?" Kurt asked from on top of a filing cabinet, cocking his head to one side to see her better. Rogue rubbed her eyes, sitting up on the bed she'd been put on.
"Like ah've just came out of a mosh pit…" She groaned. "What 'appened? Who grabbed me when ah fell?"
"Grabbed you? You, like, totally squashed Scott flat, but nobody grabbed you." Kitty shook her head. Rogue blushed.
"Ah landed on ya?" She asked Scott sheepishly. "Ah'm sorry."
"Don't mention it." Scott shrugged, smiling. With a pang of guilt, Rogue noticed he now had a Band-Aid across his nose. "I'd rather you landed on me than the floor anyway."
"Thanks…" Rogue smiled back. "But ah'm sure ah felt somebody stop me from fallin'…"
"When I find out who did this to ya…" Logan growled from his corner, rubbing his knuckles. "I'll kill 'em."
"Did you see who made the beam wobble?" Storm asked, brushing her long white hair from her face. "It wasn't Quicksilver or Avalanche was it? We've just been asking them questions and -"
"- Nah, it wasn't them. They were below me," Rogue answered, looking down at Storm's boots instead of her face. "Ah just fell off the beam… the sun was in ma eyes and ah just… slipped, ah guess."
She was sure the others knew she was lying, but she didn't care. She had recognized the figure on the beam as the same girl in her dream last night. But why was she following her? What did she want? Why did she tip her off the beam? Questions swam through Rogue's mind, all dying to get answered first. But Rogue couldn't even answer one.
She forced a small smile. "Ah just really wanna get home." She managed to speak again, feeling tears stinging her eyes. "Ah shouldn't 'ave gone to the top, its ma own fault."
~*~*~*~*~*
Tatum: Woohoo, another chapter done! I hope you're enjoying this so far!
Pietro: Yeay, I was in every scene except the last one!
Tatum: Yeah, well I'm planning on making this into sort of a Rogue/Pietro fic. Do you guys think it's a good idea?
Rogue and Pietro: NO!
Tatum: Well tough! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! I'm the author and I can do whatever I please…
Rogue and Pietro: **Grumbles **
Tatum: Do you readers think it should be a Rietro fic? Please say yes, I can think of a good idea for that…
I hope you liked it, keep an eye open for chapter three soon! Please review!
Here is the next chapter of my fic, I hope you like it. Thanks to Hyperly Mad and Soul Eater, my Beta-readers. (In the first chapter I put Bettymew by mistake, but its actually Hyperly mad. Sorry, honey!)
Special thanks to Rogue14, my first and **sob** only reviewer!
'Dancing with Death' chapter 2
By Tatum
Rogue stopped outside the GYM hall, her hand on the door handle. The dream was still vivid in her head, Kurt's crumpled form forever in front of her eyes, even when she shut them. She took a deep breath, but still didn't enter.
A crowd was beginning to form behind her, girls standing on tiptoe to see who was holding everybody up, chattering impatiently. Someone shoved Rogue in the small of the back, snapping her out of her daydream and pushing her through the door. She held her breath as she stared at the spot on the floor she had seen in her dream, expecting to see something…
No dead Kurt. No skull freak. 'Phew,' she thought, finally exhaling.
But what WAS there was worse: The boys.
"Oh no," She groaned. They were obviously doing P.E with the boys today, something she hated doing. Making a fool of herself in front of Scott and the Brotherhood was not on the top of her 'favorite things to do' list.
Scott waved in her direction and for a second, her heart leapt into her throat. But it was quickly pushed back down again when she realized that he was waving at Jean, who was just behind her. Calling Jean as many nasty names as she could think of under her breath, Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and leant against the wall.
She watched Jean link arms with Scott, gazing into each other's eyes and smiling in a hideously sickly way. Urgh, it made her wanna puke. With jealousy that is.
"Hey there, sugar," A voice made her jump away from the wall, holding her gloved fists up defensively. She growled angrily when she saw who it was.
"Beat it, Maximoff, ah'm not in the mood to tahlk ta ya." She lowered her hands. The snowy haired teen smirked at her.
"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm always in the mood to talk to you."
"Look, ya scrawny little -"
"Calm down, traitor. I was only kidding." Pietro flicked his hair out of his ice blue eyes, smiling calmly. "If you weren't so busy staring at Goggles over there, you would have heard the teacher pair us together for GYM class."
"Ah was NOT starin'!" Rogue snapped hotly, feeling the blood rushing to her face. "And ah don't wanna be paired with YOU!"
"Hey, we don't have to get married or anything!" Pietro frowned. "It's only the wall bars. Now get climbing, I'm right behind you."
"Touch ma ass and you're dead, punk."
~*~*~*
Rogue mumbled angrily, imagining both Jean and Pietro getting fed to lots of hungry piranhas. It eased the pain a little, but not much. Pietro was still behind her and Jean was STILL holding onto Scott's arm as if it might fall off if she didn't.
Scurrying away from Pietro, Rogue hoisted herself onto a wall bar, starting to climb.
"What are you doing?" Pietro tried to catch up. "We're supposed to be partners." Rogue continued to climb without a backward glance. The sunlight poured in through the overhead windows, shining into her eyes and reflecting off the highly polished wood of the beams under her feet. Edging along one, she gripped the bar above her to steady herself and lifted her legs to hook onto the next one up.
At least this would take her mind off… things. Everything. The feeling of being so high up soothed her, as if she was flying above all her problems, leaving them all behind.
"Hey, you know you shouldn't be going so high on your own?" Pietro called to her from a few bars down. Rogue ignored him, swinging onto the highest bar. Pietro shook his head at Lance Alvers, another member of the Brotherhood. "If she falls off, it's her own fault. I won't get blamed, will I?"
"Don't think so. You warned her." Lance reassured him, swinging backwards off a beam.
Stupid Pietro. Stupid Jean. Stupid Lance. Stupid Scott. Stupid-
"Rogue," A voice whispered in Rogue's ear. Startled, she pushed her hand against the wall for support, whipping her head from left to right. The voice had sounded right next to her, much too close to be Pietro or anyone on the bottom beams. The sunlight shone brighter than ever, making her screw her eyes up tightly.
Someone was on the beam with her. She could see its outline a few steps ahead. It was tall and thin, looming above her.
"P-Pietro?" Rogue asked, wobbling slightly on the beam as she held her hand over her eyes.
"Yeah?" He was below her, so that wasn't him.
"Ro-ogue," The voice came again, a breathless, singsong whisper. Rogue started to back away. Whoever it was, she didn't want it to come any closer. Not taking her eyes off it, she started to crouch down, ready to slide onto the beam below her. But the figure moved, it jumped. The bar wobbled violently and Rogue screamed as she tipped sideways, her legs sliding off the beam.
She felt the rush of wind in her hair as she fell, like cold hands slapping her face. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was a pair of what looked like white hands hovering over her and she felt her body slow down. Then she hit something hard, knocking the wind out of her. Her vision swam, the GYM merging into a blur of colors, and then she blacked out, her head rolling to the side.
~*~*~*
"What the hell happened up there?"
Scott paced up and down in front of Pietro and Lance, waving his hands angrily as he spoke. Pietro held his own hands up innocently.
"I don't know!" He protested, his eyes wide. "I-was-three-bars-below-her! Its-her-own-stupid-fault-for-going-right-to-the-top-anyway!"
Scott blinked. "…Speak English!"
"I didn't do jack-shit!" Pietro snapped. "She called my name, then she fell off. Is that ok?"
"What about you, Alvers?" Scott turned on Lance, who glared back from under his fringe.
"Don't look at me, goggles," He spat. "I didn't touch the witch."
"Yeah, but one of your Earthquakes could have." Scott pressed on, anger flushing his face.
"Did anyone else feel an Earthquake? I'm not dumb enough to use my powers like that, even if the hall WAS full of X-geeks like you."
"Scott," Jean tugged on Scott's arm as he advanced on Lance. "Fighting won't get us anywhere. As much as I don't want to say it, I think they're telling the truth."
"Too right we are, lady." Pietro nodded at her and nudged Lance in the ribs as he scowled at Scott.
"I'm going to check on her." Scott sighed in frustration, throwing his hands up in defeat. With a last glare at the boys, he stormed out, followed by Jean.
"God, insane much?" Pietro laughed, standing up from the chair Scott had been questioning him in. Lance grated his teeth angrily.
"I hate him…" he muttered.
~*~*~*
"Rogue?"
Oh no… not her again?
"Rogue?"
Rogue opened her eyes slowly to find herself face to face with a pair of rose quartz glasses. She flushed a deed shade of crimson and moved her head to the left, her eyes falling instead on Jean, Kitty, Kurt, Logan and Storm. They were all in the school medical room, squashed into the small room with difficulty.
"How are you feelink now?" Kurt asked from on top of a filing cabinet, cocking his head to one side to see her better. Rogue rubbed her eyes, sitting up on the bed she'd been put on.
"Like ah've just came out of a mosh pit…" She groaned. "What 'appened? Who grabbed me when ah fell?"
"Grabbed you? You, like, totally squashed Scott flat, but nobody grabbed you." Kitty shook her head. Rogue blushed.
"Ah landed on ya?" She asked Scott sheepishly. "Ah'm sorry."
"Don't mention it." Scott shrugged, smiling. With a pang of guilt, Rogue noticed he now had a Band-Aid across his nose. "I'd rather you landed on me than the floor anyway."
"Thanks…" Rogue smiled back. "But ah'm sure ah felt somebody stop me from fallin'…"
"When I find out who did this to ya…" Logan growled from his corner, rubbing his knuckles. "I'll kill 'em."
"Did you see who made the beam wobble?" Storm asked, brushing her long white hair from her face. "It wasn't Quicksilver or Avalanche was it? We've just been asking them questions and -"
"- Nah, it wasn't them. They were below me," Rogue answered, looking down at Storm's boots instead of her face. "Ah just fell off the beam… the sun was in ma eyes and ah just… slipped, ah guess."
She was sure the others knew she was lying, but she didn't care. She had recognized the figure on the beam as the same girl in her dream last night. But why was she following her? What did she want? Why did she tip her off the beam? Questions swam through Rogue's mind, all dying to get answered first. But Rogue couldn't even answer one.
She forced a small smile. "Ah just really wanna get home." She managed to speak again, feeling tears stinging her eyes. "Ah shouldn't 'ave gone to the top, its ma own fault."
~*~*~*~*~*
Tatum: Woohoo, another chapter done! I hope you're enjoying this so far!
Pietro: Yeay, I was in every scene except the last one!
Tatum: Yeah, well I'm planning on making this into sort of a Rogue/Pietro fic. Do you guys think it's a good idea?
Rogue and Pietro: NO!
Tatum: Well tough! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! I'm the author and I can do whatever I please…
Rogue and Pietro: **Grumbles **
Tatum: Do you readers think it should be a Rietro fic? Please say yes, I can think of a good idea for that…
I hope you liked it, keep an eye open for chapter three soon! Please review!