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"God, mutant freak."
Tap.
"Ice queen bitch. Didja hear the way she bitched at the coach?"
Tap.
"Fuckin inconsiderate goth."
Pause. *SNAP* Rogue glanced down at the crumbled pencil in her hand. 'Not true. Besides, he yelled at meh first.' The whispering was starting again. Rogue tossed aside the pencil and began drumming her fingers instead.
"Like, no wonder no one likes her."
"No DUH, she thinks she's like better than everyone else."
The other voice continued smugly, "Like, even if she was normal, she'd still be a loser."
Rogue flipped through her French book, trying to ignore them. "Pourriez-vous répéter, s'il vous plaît?"(1) she whispered. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them, fascinated how her vision could blur when her concentration wandered. Suddenly, her eyes clenched shut once more as blinding pain severed her vision and racked inside her body.
*RIIIING*
Her breath shuddered when the pain subsided. Shaken, she cringed inwardly as the students around her jostled to get to their next class. 'Calm down, sugah, ain't nothing t' worry 'bout.' When only a couple students dwindled, her jade eyes scanned for others and she bolted outside.
Her breathing had calmed but once again refused to take in air when she spotted him. Her already face paled even further and she fervently ducked into the crowd, thankful for once of the sweaty mass. Her thoughts wandered and she forgot the crowd, unconciously going with the flow.
Pietro.
She had avoided him ever since the betrayal. Coming back to her senses, she silently walked into her chemistry class and avoided Kurt's concerned look at her ashen face as she fumbled with her notes. Already her day was starting off badly.
She'll get through it; she had to.
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"Hey."
Rogue looked up into Lance's face. She was sitting under the shade of a tree reading one of her gothic novels and peered in wonder at his concerned look but quickly dismissed it.
"Hey."
"You doing okay?"
Her lifeless eyes smirked at his attempt of conversation. "I should be asking you that."
He sat down next to her and leaned against the tree. "You mind?"
She shrugged, "Not like I care."
*Silence*
"What?"
Softly, he said in realization, "You hate him."
She didn't answer him and he didn't say anything else. They didn't need to.
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"Professor... it can't be..."
Xavier rubbed his temples and he said gravely, "Her mind's becoming harder to contain. I believe it is the strain of all the memories and powers she has absorbed that caused this."
Ororo shook her stately white head. "But, she's just a child. Is there any way to heal her? Can't she use Logan to heal it?"
He sighed. "Logan's healing factor can only heal damages made to his body; it cannot heal psychological illnesses."
"But... she's just a child. There must still be a way to help her." Her shoulders slumped and water trickled to the floor, caused not by rain, but by Ororo's tears. Quietly calming herself, she asked earnestly, "What is the first stage?"
The professor interlocked his hands under his chin. After a brief moment of silence, he continued, "She will isolate herself from others and will lose interest in her surroundings. Her thinking process will be superficial and refer to only concrete things or situations. Her emotions will lack depth and her judgment will be inadequate." (2)
Ororo drew in a sharp breath. "The second?"
"..."
"Xavier!"
He answered quietly, "She will suffer delusions, often of persecutions. Hallucinatory experiences and special ways of thinking will support her false beliefs."(3)
Ororo gave out a small cry and buried her face in her hands. She whispered, "Then it is too late."
A/N: (1) Could you repeat that, please?
(2), (3) info gathered from Encyclopedia Americana
"God, mutant freak."
Tap.
"Ice queen bitch. Didja hear the way she bitched at the coach?"
Tap.
"Fuckin inconsiderate goth."
Pause. *SNAP* Rogue glanced down at the crumbled pencil in her hand. 'Not true. Besides, he yelled at meh first.' The whispering was starting again. Rogue tossed aside the pencil and began drumming her fingers instead.
"Like, no wonder no one likes her."
"No DUH, she thinks she's like better than everyone else."
The other voice continued smugly, "Like, even if she was normal, she'd still be a loser."
Rogue flipped through her French book, trying to ignore them. "Pourriez-vous répéter, s'il vous plaît?"(1) she whispered. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them, fascinated how her vision could blur when her concentration wandered. Suddenly, her eyes clenched shut once more as blinding pain severed her vision and racked inside her body.
*RIIIING*
Her breath shuddered when the pain subsided. Shaken, she cringed inwardly as the students around her jostled to get to their next class. 'Calm down, sugah, ain't nothing t' worry 'bout.' When only a couple students dwindled, her jade eyes scanned for others and she bolted outside.
Her breathing had calmed but once again refused to take in air when she spotted him. Her already face paled even further and she fervently ducked into the crowd, thankful for once of the sweaty mass. Her thoughts wandered and she forgot the crowd, unconciously going with the flow.
Pietro.
She had avoided him ever since the betrayal. Coming back to her senses, she silently walked into her chemistry class and avoided Kurt's concerned look at her ashen face as she fumbled with her notes. Already her day was starting off badly.
She'll get through it; she had to.
---------------------------------------------------
"Hey."
Rogue looked up into Lance's face. She was sitting under the shade of a tree reading one of her gothic novels and peered in wonder at his concerned look but quickly dismissed it.
"Hey."
"You doing okay?"
Her lifeless eyes smirked at his attempt of conversation. "I should be asking you that."
He sat down next to her and leaned against the tree. "You mind?"
She shrugged, "Not like I care."
*Silence*
"What?"
Softly, he said in realization, "You hate him."
She didn't answer him and he didn't say anything else. They didn't need to.
-----------------------------------------------------
"Professor... it can't be..."
Xavier rubbed his temples and he said gravely, "Her mind's becoming harder to contain. I believe it is the strain of all the memories and powers she has absorbed that caused this."
Ororo shook her stately white head. "But, she's just a child. Is there any way to heal her? Can't she use Logan to heal it?"
He sighed. "Logan's healing factor can only heal damages made to his body; it cannot heal psychological illnesses."
"But... she's just a child. There must still be a way to help her." Her shoulders slumped and water trickled to the floor, caused not by rain, but by Ororo's tears. Quietly calming herself, she asked earnestly, "What is the first stage?"
The professor interlocked his hands under his chin. After a brief moment of silence, he continued, "She will isolate herself from others and will lose interest in her surroundings. Her thinking process will be superficial and refer to only concrete things or situations. Her emotions will lack depth and her judgment will be inadequate." (2)
Ororo drew in a sharp breath. "The second?"
"..."
"Xavier!"
He answered quietly, "She will suffer delusions, often of persecutions. Hallucinatory experiences and special ways of thinking will support her false beliefs."(3)
Ororo gave out a small cry and buried her face in her hands. She whispered, "Then it is too late."
A/N: (1) Could you repeat that, please?
(2), (3) info gathered from Encyclopedia Americana