Somewhere, Rogue couldn't tell where, but a heart was beating. Slowly at
first, but as it got faster it got louder. A man was screaming in pain. She
was suddenly in the air looking down at Magneto. Excruciating pain hummed
in her mind. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her heart felt like it was on
fire, slowly burning her from the inside out.
Rogue sat up about to scream. Hyperventilating she looked around her to see that she was back in her room with Bobby sleeping soundly beside her. It was only just a nightmare. She needed to take a walk.
She slipped out of bed as to not wake him and headed out of the door. She looked back on her snoring boyfriend and laughed to herself. Nothing could wake him up.
*~*~*
Logan tried to sleep, but he kept hearing Marie gasp and cry out below. Damn the stupid vent system. It was the stupid vent connection that had him nearly kill her once two years ago and now it was his turn to get speared in the chest, in a manner of speaking.
He got up and put some sweatpants on over his boxers and threw on a white sleeveless shirt and headed down to see what was the matter.
He saw her in the hallway hugging herself and looking pale. She was wearing black pajama pants and a tight, long sleeved black shirt. She was wearing black socks and black leather gloves. Her hair was strangely straight and perfect. Jest like her, he found himself thinking.
He shook his head.
"You ware all that gear to bed?" He asked approaching her.
"Yeah, it's so I don't accidentally kill Bobby in the middle of the night and plus he's a very cold guy to sleep next to."
Logan felt and unusual ping of jealousy jab into his stomach. He pushed it aside when he saw her tear stained face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You are a very bad liar."
She looked up at him with watery eyes and before either one of them knew it she threw her arms around him and cried into his shirt.
"I'm so scared." She sobbed.
"What do you have to be scared about?" He asked hugging her back.
"Magneto. I think he might have escaped."
"What? Come on it was just a silly dream."
"No. I don't think it was. Every person I've touched; my old boyfriend, you, and Magneto, a piece of everyone is inside me. I've seen things. Dream about them. They're real, I can feel it."
Logan didn't know what to say. They just kept holding on to each other.
"Do you think he still wants me?" She asked pulling away. She started to wipe away her tears.
"It's hard to say, but you are safe here. He would be a fool to try and hurt you again."
She looked up at him. "Thanks."
"I mean it."
"I know. What time is it any way?"
Logan checked his watch. He always forgot to take it off. Thank God it was waterproof.
"5:00."
"No sense going back to sleep now."
"Want to get something to eat?"
"Lord knows I need it. Lets meet back here in ten minutes."
"Sounds good."
They turned to go back and dress trying to forget the issue at hand
*~*~*
Two years. Two long years, but it's over now. That is all that matters. The clawed one, Wolverine was it? He has feelings for the girl. Already a plan was formulating in his mind. Revenge is sweet. Especially when the girl will be yours forever in the end,
A/N: Now my fic is starting to turn darker. Tell me if you like it.
Rogue sat up about to scream. Hyperventilating she looked around her to see that she was back in her room with Bobby sleeping soundly beside her. It was only just a nightmare. She needed to take a walk.
She slipped out of bed as to not wake him and headed out of the door. She looked back on her snoring boyfriend and laughed to herself. Nothing could wake him up.
*~*~*
Logan tried to sleep, but he kept hearing Marie gasp and cry out below. Damn the stupid vent system. It was the stupid vent connection that had him nearly kill her once two years ago and now it was his turn to get speared in the chest, in a manner of speaking.
He got up and put some sweatpants on over his boxers and threw on a white sleeveless shirt and headed down to see what was the matter.
He saw her in the hallway hugging herself and looking pale. She was wearing black pajama pants and a tight, long sleeved black shirt. She was wearing black socks and black leather gloves. Her hair was strangely straight and perfect. Jest like her, he found himself thinking.
He shook his head.
"You ware all that gear to bed?" He asked approaching her.
"Yeah, it's so I don't accidentally kill Bobby in the middle of the night and plus he's a very cold guy to sleep next to."
Logan felt and unusual ping of jealousy jab into his stomach. He pushed it aside when he saw her tear stained face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You are a very bad liar."
She looked up at him with watery eyes and before either one of them knew it she threw her arms around him and cried into his shirt.
"I'm so scared." She sobbed.
"What do you have to be scared about?" He asked hugging her back.
"Magneto. I think he might have escaped."
"What? Come on it was just a silly dream."
"No. I don't think it was. Every person I've touched; my old boyfriend, you, and Magneto, a piece of everyone is inside me. I've seen things. Dream about them. They're real, I can feel it."
Logan didn't know what to say. They just kept holding on to each other.
"Do you think he still wants me?" She asked pulling away. She started to wipe away her tears.
"It's hard to say, but you are safe here. He would be a fool to try and hurt you again."
She looked up at him. "Thanks."
"I mean it."
"I know. What time is it any way?"
Logan checked his watch. He always forgot to take it off. Thank God it was waterproof.
"5:00."
"No sense going back to sleep now."
"Want to get something to eat?"
"Lord knows I need it. Lets meet back here in ten minutes."
"Sounds good."
They turned to go back and dress trying to forget the issue at hand
*~*~*
Two years. Two long years, but it's over now. That is all that matters. The clawed one, Wolverine was it? He has feelings for the girl. Already a plan was formulating in his mind. Revenge is sweet. Especially when the girl will be yours forever in the end,
A/N: Now my fic is starting to turn darker. Tell me if you like it.