Noticing Pietro waiting outside the bathroom, Lance approached him. He saw the blood stains in Pietro's shirt and asked, "Something happened?"
Not directly answering his question, Pietro glanced back at the door. The shower could still be heard and he looked directly at Lance before turning away.
"I think she's trying to drown herself."
Like most friends, Lance accepted the subtle explanation and the two boys lasped into silence.
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"Jennifer reporting live from the HL Bayville Corporation. Tragedy has once again graced the city of Bayville. 43 victims have been slaughtered in what looked like careless murder, and with no consideration of the consequences.
Officials refuse to indulge in details and all we can assume is that this was the work of a madman on a frustrated rampage; probably an ex-employee.
The strange thing though, is that despite the large capacity of people inside the building, no one has seen the face of the murderer. Witnesses claim that he or she shattered through the window and disappeared right before their eyes. Many of the people related to the victims fear that they are the next targets and plead witness protection.
Who is this mysterious blood-thirsty killer, no one knows. This is channel 5, reporting live. Back to you, Tim."
Kitty clicked off the TV. Covering her face, Kitty whispered, "Like, where are you Rogue?"
Shrill ringing burst at her side and Kitty slowly picked it up. "Lance?"
"Did you see the news?"
Holding the phone with both hands, Kitty nodded, but remembered that he couldn't see through the phone. "Yeah..."
Tangible quiet loomed in the air and Lance broke it. "She's... sick, isn't she?"
At this, Kitty cried, "I don't know what to do! She like, needs help but she ran away from us and now, this happens. What are we like, supposed to do?"
Lance quietly said, "She's here, Kitty."
Kitty stuttered, "W, what?" Gripping the phone, she barraged questions at Lance. "Is she okay? What was she thinking? Does she have a decent place to sleep? Has she hurt any one of you?"
After her outburst, Lance spoke up softly, "I don't think it's us she's scared of."
"What do you mean?"
He paused. "I think you better do something now, before Rogue does any more damage. Her next target most likely will be the Institute." The phone clicked, signalling his hanging up.
Kitty stared at the phone, its dial tone ringing like a dead buzz cutting the room. It... wasn't possible, was it? They were Rogue's friends; she can't seriously hurt anyone of them, right?
She struggled for minutes and bit her lip. 'Professor? Jean? I found Rogue.'
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"Yah have forgivin' friends, Peety."
He wrestled the bowl of popcorn from her and stuffed a handful into his mouth. When Rogue slowly began to slide her gloves off, he hastily passed the popcorn back to her, his hands up in defeat. She grinned cheekily and daintily ate them one by one.
Pietro dejectedly sighed, wistfully looking at the slowly disappearing pile. "Why do you say that?"
The dramatic music and fighting in Terminator 2 clashed on the TV screen, while she thoughtfully chewed.
"Jus' thinkin' aloud, tha's all."
He quirked his brows at her before mischievously grinning and snatching the remaining popcorn. They continued to watch the movie in silence until the scene where the robot transformed his hands into crowbars, clutching onto the car.
"Stop!" said Pietro. "I should have known better than to trust an unlicensed plastic surgeon! Give me back my hands!"
Rogue stifled a giggle and said in a low pitched voice when the terminator shot at the other robot, "Damn people. Yah'd think they actually care dat their car's being jacked."
Despite the lame cracks, the two friends fell into companionable laughter.
Lance watched them while leaning on the doorway. Strange. If Rogue was schizophrenic, why did she act so normal? Left to muse with his thoughts, he left the house; the jeep signaled his departure.
Thunder crackled loudly and Rogue winced. At Pietro's wondering look, she explained, "Never lahked thunda' storms. S'lahke... the world's angry wit' me or somethin'."
Pietro patted her arm sympathetically and that one simple action brought upon miles of comfort to her not possible to achieve from words alone.
Lightning sliced the sky and thunder rolled when banging ensued upon the door.
Rogue scrambled to open the door. "About time you came back Lance--" She started irritated but stopped when she glimpsed the white-coated figures. Confused, she took a step back but not before the figures lashed out at her and bound her wrists.
Lightning struck and the grim faces of the Professor lighted her line of sight. "Professor...? What's the meaning of this?" She struggled with her tied hands and pleaded, "Pietro! What's going on?"
But Pietro was lost in his own past, remembering the time Magneto had left Wanda. Rain had clouded that day and the young Pietro had only looked on, not doing anything to stop his father.
As he was doing now.
"You have schizophrenia, Rogue. It's reached a dangerous level that you have to go under intense medical care..." said the Professor, but the words were lost on Rogue as her head limped in defeat.
Tears of defeat stinged her face as the white coats took her away and she climbed docilely into the car. As the car drove away, she looked back, her eyes blank, but looking deeply into Pietro's heart.
Ignoring the sting that he felt within, Pietro said in a low voice while handing the Professor a package, "From Magneto; it's a device to subdue Rogue's mutant powers." Before Xavier could question Pietro, he slammed into his house.
The professor shook his head and watched water drip from the black sky. "What is Eric planning now?"
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Irene woke with a start. Listening to the soft patter of the rain, she sensed something wrong was lingering in the calm atmosphere. Laying in the darkness, her thoughts turned to the young girl, Rogue.
With surprise, she realized she couldn't see Rogue's future. Her lips turned to a frown. In fact, she couldn't sense Rogue's future at all.
Something had gone dreadfully wrong in the river of time.
A/N: I just had a burst of inspiration but my horrible writing's ruining it. Anyway, you know the drill. There's that lil' button in the corner that says, "SUBMIT REVIEW." C'mon... it's not that hard. =P
Taineyah- Fact is, I'm flattered that you would do something like dat. Go right ahead if you want to. =)
Not directly answering his question, Pietro glanced back at the door. The shower could still be heard and he looked directly at Lance before turning away.
"I think she's trying to drown herself."
Like most friends, Lance accepted the subtle explanation and the two boys lasped into silence.
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"Jennifer reporting live from the HL Bayville Corporation. Tragedy has once again graced the city of Bayville. 43 victims have been slaughtered in what looked like careless murder, and with no consideration of the consequences.
Officials refuse to indulge in details and all we can assume is that this was the work of a madman on a frustrated rampage; probably an ex-employee.
The strange thing though, is that despite the large capacity of people inside the building, no one has seen the face of the murderer. Witnesses claim that he or she shattered through the window and disappeared right before their eyes. Many of the people related to the victims fear that they are the next targets and plead witness protection.
Who is this mysterious blood-thirsty killer, no one knows. This is channel 5, reporting live. Back to you, Tim."
Kitty clicked off the TV. Covering her face, Kitty whispered, "Like, where are you Rogue?"
Shrill ringing burst at her side and Kitty slowly picked it up. "Lance?"
"Did you see the news?"
Holding the phone with both hands, Kitty nodded, but remembered that he couldn't see through the phone. "Yeah..."
Tangible quiet loomed in the air and Lance broke it. "She's... sick, isn't she?"
At this, Kitty cried, "I don't know what to do! She like, needs help but she ran away from us and now, this happens. What are we like, supposed to do?"
Lance quietly said, "She's here, Kitty."
Kitty stuttered, "W, what?" Gripping the phone, she barraged questions at Lance. "Is she okay? What was she thinking? Does she have a decent place to sleep? Has she hurt any one of you?"
After her outburst, Lance spoke up softly, "I don't think it's us she's scared of."
"What do you mean?"
He paused. "I think you better do something now, before Rogue does any more damage. Her next target most likely will be the Institute." The phone clicked, signalling his hanging up.
Kitty stared at the phone, its dial tone ringing like a dead buzz cutting the room. It... wasn't possible, was it? They were Rogue's friends; she can't seriously hurt anyone of them, right?
She struggled for minutes and bit her lip. 'Professor? Jean? I found Rogue.'
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"Yah have forgivin' friends, Peety."
He wrestled the bowl of popcorn from her and stuffed a handful into his mouth. When Rogue slowly began to slide her gloves off, he hastily passed the popcorn back to her, his hands up in defeat. She grinned cheekily and daintily ate them one by one.
Pietro dejectedly sighed, wistfully looking at the slowly disappearing pile. "Why do you say that?"
The dramatic music and fighting in Terminator 2 clashed on the TV screen, while she thoughtfully chewed.
"Jus' thinkin' aloud, tha's all."
He quirked his brows at her before mischievously grinning and snatching the remaining popcorn. They continued to watch the movie in silence until the scene where the robot transformed his hands into crowbars, clutching onto the car.
"Stop!" said Pietro. "I should have known better than to trust an unlicensed plastic surgeon! Give me back my hands!"
Rogue stifled a giggle and said in a low pitched voice when the terminator shot at the other robot, "Damn people. Yah'd think they actually care dat their car's being jacked."
Despite the lame cracks, the two friends fell into companionable laughter.
Lance watched them while leaning on the doorway. Strange. If Rogue was schizophrenic, why did she act so normal? Left to muse with his thoughts, he left the house; the jeep signaled his departure.
Thunder crackled loudly and Rogue winced. At Pietro's wondering look, she explained, "Never lahked thunda' storms. S'lahke... the world's angry wit' me or somethin'."
Pietro patted her arm sympathetically and that one simple action brought upon miles of comfort to her not possible to achieve from words alone.
Lightning sliced the sky and thunder rolled when banging ensued upon the door.
Rogue scrambled to open the door. "About time you came back Lance--" She started irritated but stopped when she glimpsed the white-coated figures. Confused, she took a step back but not before the figures lashed out at her and bound her wrists.
Lightning struck and the grim faces of the Professor lighted her line of sight. "Professor...? What's the meaning of this?" She struggled with her tied hands and pleaded, "Pietro! What's going on?"
But Pietro was lost in his own past, remembering the time Magneto had left Wanda. Rain had clouded that day and the young Pietro had only looked on, not doing anything to stop his father.
As he was doing now.
"You have schizophrenia, Rogue. It's reached a dangerous level that you have to go under intense medical care..." said the Professor, but the words were lost on Rogue as her head limped in defeat.
Tears of defeat stinged her face as the white coats took her away and she climbed docilely into the car. As the car drove away, she looked back, her eyes blank, but looking deeply into Pietro's heart.
Ignoring the sting that he felt within, Pietro said in a low voice while handing the Professor a package, "From Magneto; it's a device to subdue Rogue's mutant powers." Before Xavier could question Pietro, he slammed into his house.
The professor shook his head and watched water drip from the black sky. "What is Eric planning now?"
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Irene woke with a start. Listening to the soft patter of the rain, she sensed something wrong was lingering in the calm atmosphere. Laying in the darkness, her thoughts turned to the young girl, Rogue.
With surprise, she realized she couldn't see Rogue's future. Her lips turned to a frown. In fact, she couldn't sense Rogue's future at all.
Something had gone dreadfully wrong in the river of time.
A/N: I just had a burst of inspiration but my horrible writing's ruining it. Anyway, you know the drill. There's that lil' button in the corner that says, "SUBMIT REVIEW." C'mon... it's not that hard. =P
Taineyah- Fact is, I'm flattered that you would do something like dat. Go right ahead if you want to. =)