The silvery-blue hue enchanted her.
Her hands touched the cold metal and did not flinch at the sight of blood; the blade was sharper than she expected. Fingers retreating from the deathly, but seemingly serene old sword, Rogue settled to a contented silence.
Metal. One of the few things she could touch without absorbing its life substance. Somehow, the lifeless samuari sword comforted her.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Rogue whirled around and white ringlets blew across her face. Resembling that of a crouching cat ready to flee, she studied the intruder. Edging away from him slowly, she murmured, "Yeah."
Oblivious to Rogue's discomfort, Bobby continued, "Dunno why the Professor would keep something like this, but," he shrugged, "that's the Professor's business."
Hearing no response, Bobby turned around, but frowned. Rogue was gone. He shrugged and went to search for Ray.
Though Rogue had given signs of all intentions of avoiding the room, from that night on, almost everyday she visited the sword.
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Rogue shook her head stubbornly. "No, no, no!"
Kitty pulled at her covered arm and persisted, "But you like STINK, Rogue. You haven't showered for like days and it's embarrasing how you like walk around like this!"
Similar to a child, Rogue kept shaking her head. "No, yah don't understand!" Her lips pressed into a thin line and resisted Kitty's attempts in dragging her to the bathroom.
Rolling her eyes, Kitty threw up her hands and placed one on her hip. "Like, fine then. What don't I like understand?"
Turning her fearful eyes to Kitty's irritated face, Rogue whispered, "Ah'll disappear."
About to laugh, Kitty stopped when she saw the seriousness of Rogue's face and her nervous green eyes. She softly asked, "How?"
Rogue hugged her arms to herself. "Ah'm already a shadow that anyone can barely see. If Ah wash that away, Ah'll disappear." Tears of desperation began to shine at the corners of her eyes. "Pleahse Kitty, don't make meh go in there. Pleahse." She began to break down and cry.
Alarmed, Kitty gathered her into her arms and despite Rogue's desperate need of a shower and her stringy hair as proof, she sniffed her and said, "Well, you don't smell that bad." Patting Rogue's head like she was a young child, Kitty listened to Rogue's quiet sobs.
'What's happening to you Rogue?'
Aloud, Kitty said, "Hey. You're not like gonna disappear. I promise. I'll even like help you wash." Noticing Rogue's docile behavior, she lead her to the bathroom and began to turn on the bath. She sighed. "Thank God the others can't see me now."
Rogue stripped herself from her clothing and tentatively edged into the bath. She allowed Kitty to administer the cleaning and when they were done, Rogue began dressing herself.
Kitty smiled. "See? That like wasn't so bad."
Rogue only looked at her gravely. Looking back at the mirrors, she whispered, "But Ah can't see mahself anymore."
Ignoring her obviously nonsense words, Kitty just responded, "C'mon, let's get something to eat."
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It was another noisy clatter of students talking while shoving food into their mouths. Amid the ordinary hustle, one girl picked at her food and stared hard at the red-head. It had been Jean's turn to help out serving the dinner as every senior was entitled to do at least once a week, but Rogue couldn't help feeling doubt at the soup in front of her.
Picking at it, she drew the attention of Bobby, who asked, "Not hungry?" At Rogue's sullen silence, he chewed on his breadstick thoughtfully and waved it around while talking with his mouth full. "Ya know, it's not like the food's poisoned. Pretty good if you ask me." Rogue's icy glare reduced his flair of speaking to undignified muttering. "Or not, you're decision."
Shoving the bowl away, she answered quietly, "S'alright. Not hungry, anyway." Looking at the school-like atmosphere, she shrugged. "Rather get a glass of water, if tha's okay with yah." Without waiting for an answer, she got up to leave.
During their conversation, Scott and Jean were having their own heated battle.
"God, who does she think she is?"
Scott cleaned his glasses, which was kind of hard to do when he wasn't able to open his eyes to check for the dirty spots. He sighed a sign of defeat, and put them back on. "Rogue's Rogue. She's usually moody, self-pitys herself, and always in depression." Scott shrugged while picking at his scrambled eggs. "It's not like you can change her, Jean."
The red-head speared her pancakes and her lips thinned to a line. "Who says I can't?"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Like, get a reality check. Since when did you think you can do everything, Jean?"
Kurt chuckled. "Since like forever," he imitated Kitty's voice and busied himself with his food to avoid Jean's frigid glare and Kitty's glowering look.
Drinking her O.J, Ororo smiled. "Children."
Wolverine came inside the mess hall, and seeing Scott and Jean bickering, Kitty making snide remarks on Jean once in a while, Kurt laughing at everyone, and Daniel practically eating everything in sight, and everyone else edged away from the original Institute crew, Logan's eyebrows raised. "Just another normal day at the Institute, humph?" He looked around and noticed Rogue sitting away from the normal crew. He frowned.
Gruffly, he asked, "Why's Rogue not with you guys?"
Jean scoffed. "What do you think? Miss Too-Good-For-Us has obviously plucked the courage to finally ditch us." She glared at Daniel. "What are you looking at?"
His face in marvel, he asked in an awed voice, "How do you eat without getting a spot of syrup on yourself?" Miffed at his random question, Jean did not answer and went back to eating.
Scott sighed. "Good morning, Wolverine."
"Like, I told you, she's PMSing!"
Kurt chewed thoughtfully. "That would explain a lot."
Jean fumed. "Why does everyone have to pick on me?"
"'Cause you're gorgeous, athletic, smart, and everything anyone ever wants to be," Scott assured her.
At Jean's contented and smug look, Kurt whispered to Daniel, "What a lapdog."
Before havoc was wreaked upon the already chaotic dinner, Jean noticed Rogue standing up to leave. Jean's day was not going well, and seeing Rogue, the start of their conversation, sparked a meanness in Jean that usually is not provoked.
"What, is the food not good enough for you?" Jean's snide voice called above the noise.
The clatter and noise dimmed as the students realized the speaker of those bitter words.
visibly uncomfortable, Rogue didn't answer and proceeded her way to the kitchen.
Throwing down the chair as she hastily got out of her seat, Jean hissed, "What, am I not worthy enough to talk to now?" About to hurl more insults at her, Jean stopped at Rogue's expression.
Something wasn't right.
The way Rogue walked, the way she held herself, just wasn't right. Rogue's dark aura was even darker and her eyes glinted with something like fear.
Jean wasn't the only one to notice Rogue's odd behavior. Kurt whispered up, "I don't think vight now is dee time to mess with people's heads, ya?"
Ignoring Kurt's words, Jean touched Rogue's mind, but cringed, unknowingly crumbling to the floor. Her mind had incredible mental barriers, surprisingly strong and strange, but how was she able to obtain such a feat?
The others not knowing what caused Jean's sudden collaspe all gave Rogue nervous looks, who only ducked her head and fled to the kitchen.
Wide-eyed, Kitty asked no one in particular, "What was that all about?"
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Panic. More panic. Surreal colors. Then white.
Staring blankly up at the white ceiling, Rogue's vision was obscurred by Christine's peering face into her line of sight.
"Tell me Rogue, where's your angel now?"
Rogue's hand was clutching the worn card, as if trying to hold onto a fading dream. In the other, was the bottle of pills the Professor had issued her. She slowly blinked at Christine and faced the other side of her bed. Traces of tears made its way down Rogue's face, dampening the pillow.
"Go away Christine. Ah don't feel lahke talkin'."
The following silence spoke of Christine's absence.
Rogue studied the card and then the drab colored pills. Two decisions were laid in front of her; two paths. One of them were names she could not pronounce while the other was an old letter read an often amount of times.
'You've seen the looks in their eyes when Jean blanched away from you...'
Another voice seemed to laugh in her head. 'We warned you, didn't we?'
'But you're too soft to do anything about it,' another simpered sarcastically.
Searing pain clutched at her head and Rogue muffled a scream. Her tears grew and she whimpered, "Stop..."
But the voices refused to listen and Rogue lasped into tortured silence.
A/n: Been awhile, hasn't it? Sorry for the delay but internet was down and had to go through all the trouble of finding another company. They, in turn, brought the connection two months later than I thought they would. Oh well. I make up for my absence with two chapters.
Queondapio- English isn't your first language? Well you coulda fooled me. Haha, but then again, English isn't my first language either. The King of Hearts was the card Remy had first given to Rogue when he had met her. My memory's kind of fuzzy, but I think it flamed up in her hand and she put out the fire. I'm also not sure if it was the King of Hearts or the QUEEN of hearts.
Keep rolling in those reviews guyz, I appreciate your love. =D
Her hands touched the cold metal and did not flinch at the sight of blood; the blade was sharper than she expected. Fingers retreating from the deathly, but seemingly serene old sword, Rogue settled to a contented silence.
Metal. One of the few things she could touch without absorbing its life substance. Somehow, the lifeless samuari sword comforted her.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Rogue whirled around and white ringlets blew across her face. Resembling that of a crouching cat ready to flee, she studied the intruder. Edging away from him slowly, she murmured, "Yeah."
Oblivious to Rogue's discomfort, Bobby continued, "Dunno why the Professor would keep something like this, but," he shrugged, "that's the Professor's business."
Hearing no response, Bobby turned around, but frowned. Rogue was gone. He shrugged and went to search for Ray.
Though Rogue had given signs of all intentions of avoiding the room, from that night on, almost everyday she visited the sword.
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Rogue shook her head stubbornly. "No, no, no!"
Kitty pulled at her covered arm and persisted, "But you like STINK, Rogue. You haven't showered for like days and it's embarrasing how you like walk around like this!"
Similar to a child, Rogue kept shaking her head. "No, yah don't understand!" Her lips pressed into a thin line and resisted Kitty's attempts in dragging her to the bathroom.
Rolling her eyes, Kitty threw up her hands and placed one on her hip. "Like, fine then. What don't I like understand?"
Turning her fearful eyes to Kitty's irritated face, Rogue whispered, "Ah'll disappear."
About to laugh, Kitty stopped when she saw the seriousness of Rogue's face and her nervous green eyes. She softly asked, "How?"
Rogue hugged her arms to herself. "Ah'm already a shadow that anyone can barely see. If Ah wash that away, Ah'll disappear." Tears of desperation began to shine at the corners of her eyes. "Pleahse Kitty, don't make meh go in there. Pleahse." She began to break down and cry.
Alarmed, Kitty gathered her into her arms and despite Rogue's desperate need of a shower and her stringy hair as proof, she sniffed her and said, "Well, you don't smell that bad." Patting Rogue's head like she was a young child, Kitty listened to Rogue's quiet sobs.
'What's happening to you Rogue?'
Aloud, Kitty said, "Hey. You're not like gonna disappear. I promise. I'll even like help you wash." Noticing Rogue's docile behavior, she lead her to the bathroom and began to turn on the bath. She sighed. "Thank God the others can't see me now."
Rogue stripped herself from her clothing and tentatively edged into the bath. She allowed Kitty to administer the cleaning and when they were done, Rogue began dressing herself.
Kitty smiled. "See? That like wasn't so bad."
Rogue only looked at her gravely. Looking back at the mirrors, she whispered, "But Ah can't see mahself anymore."
Ignoring her obviously nonsense words, Kitty just responded, "C'mon, let's get something to eat."
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It was another noisy clatter of students talking while shoving food into their mouths. Amid the ordinary hustle, one girl picked at her food and stared hard at the red-head. It had been Jean's turn to help out serving the dinner as every senior was entitled to do at least once a week, but Rogue couldn't help feeling doubt at the soup in front of her.
Picking at it, she drew the attention of Bobby, who asked, "Not hungry?" At Rogue's sullen silence, he chewed on his breadstick thoughtfully and waved it around while talking with his mouth full. "Ya know, it's not like the food's poisoned. Pretty good if you ask me." Rogue's icy glare reduced his flair of speaking to undignified muttering. "Or not, you're decision."
Shoving the bowl away, she answered quietly, "S'alright. Not hungry, anyway." Looking at the school-like atmosphere, she shrugged. "Rather get a glass of water, if tha's okay with yah." Without waiting for an answer, she got up to leave.
During their conversation, Scott and Jean were having their own heated battle.
"God, who does she think she is?"
Scott cleaned his glasses, which was kind of hard to do when he wasn't able to open his eyes to check for the dirty spots. He sighed a sign of defeat, and put them back on. "Rogue's Rogue. She's usually moody, self-pitys herself, and always in depression." Scott shrugged while picking at his scrambled eggs. "It's not like you can change her, Jean."
The red-head speared her pancakes and her lips thinned to a line. "Who says I can't?"
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Like, get a reality check. Since when did you think you can do everything, Jean?"
Kurt chuckled. "Since like forever," he imitated Kitty's voice and busied himself with his food to avoid Jean's frigid glare and Kitty's glowering look.
Drinking her O.J, Ororo smiled. "Children."
Wolverine came inside the mess hall, and seeing Scott and Jean bickering, Kitty making snide remarks on Jean once in a while, Kurt laughing at everyone, and Daniel practically eating everything in sight, and everyone else edged away from the original Institute crew, Logan's eyebrows raised. "Just another normal day at the Institute, humph?" He looked around and noticed Rogue sitting away from the normal crew. He frowned.
Gruffly, he asked, "Why's Rogue not with you guys?"
Jean scoffed. "What do you think? Miss Too-Good-For-Us has obviously plucked the courage to finally ditch us." She glared at Daniel. "What are you looking at?"
His face in marvel, he asked in an awed voice, "How do you eat without getting a spot of syrup on yourself?" Miffed at his random question, Jean did not answer and went back to eating.
Scott sighed. "Good morning, Wolverine."
"Like, I told you, she's PMSing!"
Kurt chewed thoughtfully. "That would explain a lot."
Jean fumed. "Why does everyone have to pick on me?"
"'Cause you're gorgeous, athletic, smart, and everything anyone ever wants to be," Scott assured her.
At Jean's contented and smug look, Kurt whispered to Daniel, "What a lapdog."
Before havoc was wreaked upon the already chaotic dinner, Jean noticed Rogue standing up to leave. Jean's day was not going well, and seeing Rogue, the start of their conversation, sparked a meanness in Jean that usually is not provoked.
"What, is the food not good enough for you?" Jean's snide voice called above the noise.
The clatter and noise dimmed as the students realized the speaker of those bitter words.
visibly uncomfortable, Rogue didn't answer and proceeded her way to the kitchen.
Throwing down the chair as she hastily got out of her seat, Jean hissed, "What, am I not worthy enough to talk to now?" About to hurl more insults at her, Jean stopped at Rogue's expression.
Something wasn't right.
The way Rogue walked, the way she held herself, just wasn't right. Rogue's dark aura was even darker and her eyes glinted with something like fear.
Jean wasn't the only one to notice Rogue's odd behavior. Kurt whispered up, "I don't think vight now is dee time to mess with people's heads, ya?"
Ignoring Kurt's words, Jean touched Rogue's mind, but cringed, unknowingly crumbling to the floor. Her mind had incredible mental barriers, surprisingly strong and strange, but how was she able to obtain such a feat?
The others not knowing what caused Jean's sudden collaspe all gave Rogue nervous looks, who only ducked her head and fled to the kitchen.
Wide-eyed, Kitty asked no one in particular, "What was that all about?"
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Panic. More panic. Surreal colors. Then white.
Staring blankly up at the white ceiling, Rogue's vision was obscurred by Christine's peering face into her line of sight.
"Tell me Rogue, where's your angel now?"
Rogue's hand was clutching the worn card, as if trying to hold onto a fading dream. In the other, was the bottle of pills the Professor had issued her. She slowly blinked at Christine and faced the other side of her bed. Traces of tears made its way down Rogue's face, dampening the pillow.
"Go away Christine. Ah don't feel lahke talkin'."
The following silence spoke of Christine's absence.
Rogue studied the card and then the drab colored pills. Two decisions were laid in front of her; two paths. One of them were names she could not pronounce while the other was an old letter read an often amount of times.
'You've seen the looks in their eyes when Jean blanched away from you...'
Another voice seemed to laugh in her head. 'We warned you, didn't we?'
'But you're too soft to do anything about it,' another simpered sarcastically.
Searing pain clutched at her head and Rogue muffled a scream. Her tears grew and she whimpered, "Stop..."
But the voices refused to listen and Rogue lasped into tortured silence.
A/n: Been awhile, hasn't it? Sorry for the delay but internet was down and had to go through all the trouble of finding another company. They, in turn, brought the connection two months later than I thought they would. Oh well. I make up for my absence with two chapters.
Queondapio- English isn't your first language? Well you coulda fooled me. Haha, but then again, English isn't my first language either. The King of Hearts was the card Remy had first given to Rogue when he had met her. My memory's kind of fuzzy, but I think it flamed up in her hand and she put out the fire. I'm also not sure if it was the King of Hearts or the QUEEN of hearts.
Keep rolling in those reviews guyz, I appreciate your love. =D