It'll Never be the Same
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Hey, here's another chapter. My muses were got angry with me, so they refused to work.
Mini Rogue: Sorry
Mini Pietro: … (gets elbowed in stomach my MR) Sorry. Oh and Suraka owns nothing…speaking of which…why the hell am I here!?!?!?
MP: Cause you love me!
Suraka-chan: I own you and Mini Rouge!!! Mwuahahahahahhaha!!!!!
MP: No you don't.
Sc: Yes I do
MP: Do not!
Sc: Do too!
MP: DO NOT!!!!!
Sc: DO TOO!!!!!!
MR: *shakes head* Never mind them…just read the story.
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Rogue huddled up in her covers facing the wall. You could still hear her muffled cries. Kitty undid her covers and climbed inside. She sat there awake for a bit until she heard Rouge speak. It shattered her heart.
" Ah love him so much Kitty." Rouge cried harder. Her pillow was covered in black and purple makeup.
Kitty got up and rubbed Rogue's back to sooth her pains. " It's okay Rogue, you'll get him back. He wants you more than anything in the world. Trust me."
" Thank ya Kitty." Rogue drifted off to sleep. Kitty slowly got up and got in her own bed. Letting out a big sigh of relief, she soon fell asleep too.
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The recovery from the night before was far from over. Both Pietro and Rogue weren't doing well the next morning. Both having cravings, and both being treated like helpless fools. The stares were constant and they couldn't escape them. Not to mention that their 'friends' didn't trust them to be alone.
Rogue woke up that morning. Her window and door were wide open. ' Heh, imagine that.' She thought sarcastically. ' They don't trust mah tah be alone anymore. Great. Ah total loss of privacy.' Rogue stretched her arms and yawned. Then the professor wheeled by and then stopped. He looked at her like she was a lost puppy.
The professor turned himself to face the half awaken Rogue. " Rogue, if you're up… I would like to do a mental search for any form of weapon left in your room. Not trying to be rude, but if I fear for the life of one of my students, then I must take the necessary precautions. And Rogue if you ever need to talk…"
" Ah'm going tah take a shower then. And go ahead and do yer search… ah don't care." She grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. Once she was around the corner, Rogue let out an exaggerated sigh. ' Like hell I don't care. It's not their business what I do.' She shifted her feet. 'Guess ah'm going tah get a lot of that ' If you ever wanna talk' stuff from everyone.' She stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. Rogue turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Once pleasing to her, she stripped down and climbed in. She sighed again, releasing her stress. ' This is going tah be a long week.'
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Pietro woke up with the same train of thought. At first he wasn't quite sure what had taken place, but seeing his clean room and to the fact he was sober, his memories slowly came back to him. ' Wanda' Pietro thought angrily. ' How dare she lecture me that way and broadcast it to the whole house. Everybody knows, I'm sure of it.' He threw the pillow on top of his face. ' How am I going to face everybody… not that it's any of their business, but it seems it's going to be a very long day. Not to mention I want my knife collection back.' He thought for a minute and a smirk grew on his face. ' If I ever needed help, I'm sure I could always ask Wanda to recommend a good nut house for me…seeing as she's been to them all. And they think I'm the crazy one!' He jumped out of bed, since he was sober and back to his normal speedy self.
Pietro quickly looked around the corner to see if anybody was in the kitchen. There was nobody. Pietro took that as an okay and looked in the fridge for something to eat. He knocked on the side of it three times until his secret stash of pixie sticks were revealed. He grabbed them and closed the small compartment, putting all the pixie sticks in his pocket except for one. He ripped the top and popped let the sugary goodness flow into his mouth while closing the door to the fridge. But when he looked up, everybody was surrounding him. ' Oh shit…knew I should have gone out the window instead.'
They were all staring at him. Some sad looking, some angry (*coughWandacough*), and some with no expression. Fred was very sad looking. " Listen guys, I'm just going to go back to my room." They all looked doubtful. " You cleared out my stuff anyway so what does it matter if I go back?" Pietro hissed.
They enclosed the space between them and Pietro. Pietro was backed into the counter, as they encircled him. " Guys…what are you doing? Guys?" The space started to get smaller and smaller. Until there was nowhere Pietro could run to.
" Fred." Lance spoke up. Fred still looking down picked up Pietro by his shoulders with his two mighty fists. He lifted him off the ground and held him there.
" Put me down Fred. Now!" Fred continued to look down. " Damnit Fred put me down!"
Pietro started to squirm. He couldn't move his arms, but he started to kick and twist. But Pietro's strength was already weakened and he was no match for Fred.
" We need to get to the bottom of this Pietro." Lance said. " We all need to talk to you."
Pietro continued to kick and scream. Trying desperately to get loose. ' I don't want to talk.' He thought. The more he moved; the harder Fred's grip got. Pietro may be fast at recovering, but his deeper wounds had not healed. He moved, his skin tugged and pulled at the scabbed over wounds, until they reopened. Nobody noticed until blood started to run down his arms and make a puddle on the hard wood floor. The color was so bright, so vibrant.
They gasped. Fred's eyes grew wide. Wanda continued to remain silent. Lance stepped forward. " Pietro stop fighting, you're going to end up killing yourself!" Lance screamed, his voice so full of worry.
Pietro abruptly stopped and looked strait at Lance. A satisfied smirk grew across the speed demon's face. He started to laugh uncontrollably. Lance warily stepped backward, almost tripping over his own feet. ' That smile… that wasn't like the old Pietro. He's suicidal. I've never seen anyone… so intense looking. I can't describe it.' Lance was speechless. Pietro continued to laugh. Everybody was taken aback by Pietro's s actions.
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Rogue got out of the shower, dripping slightly. Her wounds were very visible. She wrapped her towel around her. ' Damn… ah forgot tah grab my clothes.' She stepped out of the bathroom, a little steam escaping from the door. She dreaded her walk down the hall, for she walked past Scott.
Scott put his head down, noticing all the cuts on her arms, neck, and legs. The strawberry colored gashes were very alive, very fresh. ' I didn't know she had that many.' The one sticking out in particular was the engraved name of 'Pietro' on her arm. ' What does Maximoff have to do with this?' Scott thought in his head. He scurried off, not able to say anything to her.
Kurt was hidden at the edge of the stairs staring at his sister. ' I zhould have been zhere to protect her.' He quietly 'bamfed' away to somewhere.
Rogue noticed the stare Scott had given her. She approached her room to see Logan and the Professor in there. The professor wheeled out of the room with a couple knives with red edges on a white towel. Logan just looked at Rogue's cut up body. All the gashes puzzled him. He unnoticeably shook his head and walked out. Rogue shut the door and the window so that she could get dressed. She dressed in her green outfit, not wanting to reveal her neck with the purple one. ' Why did it have tah be a Saturday?' Rogue shook her head and went downstairs. ' Ah can't face them, ah need some fresh air.' She tried to go to the door, but was stop by a reluctant Wolverine.
" Where you going Stripes?" Logan asked gruffly.
" Ah'm goin' for a walk." Rogue moved around his arm and grabbed the door handle.
" Wait!" Logan growled.
" What… ah can't even go on a damn walk now?" Rogue yelled, her eyes narrowing.
" Before you do anything, you're going to go and eat breakfast." Logan stated demandingly
" Ah'm not hungry right now." Rouge looked at her father figure.
Wolverine pointed to the kitchen, lowering his voice, he said, " Listen, I know you haven't been eating much at all. You have lost quite a bit of weight. I can smell that lack of nutrition. Get in that kitchen and eat something now!"
Rogue grumbled, muttering a few choice curse words. She opened the door to the kitchen in which everybody was in. She took two steps and everybody just kind of stopped talking and stared at her. ' Oh for the love of God!' She screamed in her head. Rogue turned around and went back out only to be face to face with Logan.
" Now Stripes!" He ordered.
" They're all staring at mah!" Rogue hissed.
Logan just continued to point towards the door. " Fanhe, ah'll go!" Rogue yelled at him, exaggerating her words. She entered the kitchen again. It was still fairly quiet. She grabbed an apple and disappeared behind the door once again. Two minutes later an apple was thrown directly threw the door. After a minute of very colorful words coming from both Rogue and Logan, the door suddenly slammed open. A finger pointing Wolverine pushed an unwilling Rogue through the kitchen door. Rogue grabbed a plate and put some eggs and bacon on the plate, slamming it against the table each time. She then got out the carton of orange juice and shook it in front of Logan's face angrily. She poured a glass and put the carton up.
Rogue grabbed a seat and placed the food down. She looked down at her food and hesitated. Logan was watching her attentively, waiting for her to eat. Her hand started to shake. ' Ah can't do it.' She thought. Everybody was quiet; nobody was sure of what exactly was going on between the two, but no one dared to question it. Rogue looked to her right and saw Evan. ' He won' work.' She looked to her left and saw Kurt. ' Perfect.' She cut her eggs, acting like she was about to eat a bite, but then turned her head to face her brother Kurt. " Umm…Kurt…could ya hand mah the pepper?"
He shook his head a little to wake up. " Sure." He grabbed the pepper and handed it to her.
Rogue waited until he got close enough. She wrapped her hand around the pepper while still in Kurt's hand. Then suddenly she bit down on to her other gloved hand and pulled it off. She immediately touched her brother's face, let go, and ported away, only leaving the smell of brimstone behind her.
" Damn her." Logan grumbled, leaving the perplexed teenagers in the kitchen.
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Sc: My muses love me.
MP: * currently counting the money in his hand. He looks up and hides it.* Um…yeah we love her.
MR: Hey why didn' ah get any money?!?!?!
Sc: and MP: Cause you didn't need to be bribed.
MR: No fair! Alraght… the gloves are comin' off!
Sc: * hands her money*
MR: Thank you!! Oh and since ah have been paid… remember to review!!!!
Also, I was thinking…should I change my rating and make this story 'R'? I think I may have to just to be safe. What do you think? Please review and let me know if I should. Well, have to go now, byes!
~Suraka-chan~
