"You like to party?" It didn't register in Rogue's head immediately that
someone was talking to her, which was why she paused before closing the
door of her locker to see who was standing behind it. A girl with a
fiendish smile, short purple hair, and a decent figure was the speaker.
"What?"
"Do you like to party? You know, have fun?" Rogue blinked, trying to clear her fuzzy and sleep deprived head. Who was this talking to her? "Uh, sure, I guess."
"You wanna come to a party I'm hostin?" The girl clicked her tongue impatiently, which Rogue found annoying but did not react to. She was still trying to sort out the fact she had been invited to a party.
Most of the people in Bayville High ignored Rogue, even the localized goths and death heads. She'd figured it had been because of her affiliation with the Xavier institute, which everyone else referred to as
"That freaky boarding school."
Yet the girl standing before her was most apparently among the goths and death heads running, and she was talking to her. Maybe she got the idea that Rogue wasn't exactly up to speed this morning, anyhow, she bent her vermillion head closer to speak in a low tone. " We got lots of good party favors. You in?" She held the girls gaze carefully, feeling a strange excitement, yet hesitation wash over her. She knew what this girl was talking about, she also knew what would be happening at this so called party. There would more than likely be absolutely no other mutants there, no one to back her up in case of trouble. Maybe that was how she preferred it. She didn't even know herself anymore.
"Here's the address,"she crumpled a torn peice of paper into Rogue's hand, who accepted it. "Later,"was all she called out as her form exited down the hall and the bell heralded the beginning of a new period.
Rogue made it just in time to slide into her seat beside Kurt. Her english teacher shot malevolent looks in her direction but sniffed and said nothing. Rogue was not usually late, so she let it slide. "Fitzgerald was reffering to none other than of God himself when he wrote of the eyes of T.J.Eckelburg looking down across all the happenings in the valley of ashes. Now this is mentioned just before Myrtle is introduced...." Rogue felt Kurt's hand poke her in the side of the ribs, she instinctively jumped but did not swat at him as she would have done to anyone else. In her peripheral vision she saw him watching her with his image induced eyes of soft brown. "What?" She mouthed at him, he indicated the peice of paper given to her earlier which was now in his hand. He had read it. Apparently it had fallen out of her pockey. She angrily snatched it from his fingers, glaring. Kurt paused, seeing her rage, but then pulled his notebook out, scribbled a note on it and passed it to her quickly.
Please tell me you are not attending that
She rolled her eyes, now pulling her own notebook toward her to copy the notes on the board. Kurt wrote something else and passed the notebook back to her.
You could get hurt. Rogue now ignored the notebook, feeling the sting of guilt as her face turned red. She wasn't mean to Kurt on purpose ever, why was she acting this way?
Please Marie.
The sight of her name written on paper, in Kurt's crabbed handwriting touched her deeply, it softed her stony gaze and she closed her eyes to settle her thoughts. So much pressing down upon her..when would the weight ever lift? But the name also brought back the torrent of loneliness her surname always brought to surface. Goddamnit she was not Marie! She was Rogue. I am Rogue, she reminded herself. And in an instant, her anger returned to wrap around her as a fiery shield, even Kurt's expression of friendly caring and concern could not pull her from the stinging tidal wave now started.
FUCK OFF
- was all she wrote, but it was enough. Kurt bit his lower lip, letting his hands drop into his lap and pushing his long black-blue hair into his face to hide the expression there. She sat in stoic silence the remainder of the class as did Kurt. When the bell rang, he was gone so quickly, it was as though he had never been there.
Rogue examined her reflection. The burn scar was fading fast, now only a ghostly red reminder laced her collarbone. She slipped her green net shirt over a black tank top and was pleased to note there was no obvious sign of the injury.
She had not seen Kurt all night, he had stayed in his room even through dinner and the only sound emitted from inside was the sad dregs of music that Kurt preferred when in a dark mood. It was funny, how alike he and she were. Yet how different. Kurt had had his heart broken before, as had Rogue, and both had felt the sting of criticism and fear from strangers. But really it was they alone that understood the isolation the other one faced. Rogue was reminded of something Kurt had written once, and at the time she had thought he was teasing her. A poetic line that struck her now like lightning.
Shadows black and blackness known
She faced the darkness all alone.
It had fit her so nicely. The rogue....who faced the darkness all alone. Rogue's expression darkened in the mirror, she shook off the niggling thoughts. Right now was not the time. Right now she was gonna go have fun. She strapped a spiked bracelet unto her wrist and briefly touched her fingers to her collarbone. Again, the sadness descended. She had not heard from Remy in almost a week. She thought....but no, it would never happen. Why the hell had she thought he would be different?! Her hands balled into fists at the thought of her stupidity. Her raged energy carried her out the door of her room and out of the mansion, all the way to the bus stop, where she waited alone.
Kurt rubbed his hand through his hair and over his face. He was so scared and so confused... Rogue was like a sister to him, something he had never had in real life. She was going to get hurt tonight, he could not stand by and watch this happen. But he did not want her to get into trouble. This dilemma was the cause of the nasty snarl his thoughts had become, being this helpless scared him. He briefly recalled his days as the traveling circus act. Kurt had loved the free sensation as he soared above a crowd and defied gravity. It was his own private heaven. One day he had become entangled in some ropes high above the ground ring, he was too far for anyone to reach. That helplessness was his worst fear. Kurt would not let himself stand by and wait. He had to do something.
He listened as Rogue exited her room, following her in the trees above as she left the mansion, just another shadow of the night. It was when she reached the bus stop that he had no idea what else to do. He was only one X- men.
Lithely, he fell to his feet on the foliage below the tree he had been crouched in, watching Rogue as she boarded the bus and it drove away. The sound of twigs snapping underfoot caused him to suspect he was not quite alone, which he found was true. " Well...tis little boy blue..Remy trusts he won't blow no horn." Kurt smiled slightly, the new man was slightly familiar. He had actually seen Rogue with him in the past...maybe he was to be trusted... " Is Remy a good guy?" Remy stepped out into the light of the moon, smiling back at Kurt. "Sure hope so...otherwise the belle be in big trouble."
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Thanks again to the reviewers...this is getting confusing for me to write, which could be a good or bad thing. This story is progressing to be quite serious and I am basing most of what I write about something that happened a few days ago, though in the beginning it started out as something else.
Also, I forgot to add the nice little disclaimer : I DON'T OWN X-MEN.
Kudos to those who like it, bah to those who don't. Thankyou Airthos for your inspiration.
Ardelio Lives.
"Do you like to party? You know, have fun?" Rogue blinked, trying to clear her fuzzy and sleep deprived head. Who was this talking to her? "Uh, sure, I guess."
"You wanna come to a party I'm hostin?" The girl clicked her tongue impatiently, which Rogue found annoying but did not react to. She was still trying to sort out the fact she had been invited to a party.
Most of the people in Bayville High ignored Rogue, even the localized goths and death heads. She'd figured it had been because of her affiliation with the Xavier institute, which everyone else referred to as
"That freaky boarding school."
Yet the girl standing before her was most apparently among the goths and death heads running, and she was talking to her. Maybe she got the idea that Rogue wasn't exactly up to speed this morning, anyhow, she bent her vermillion head closer to speak in a low tone. " We got lots of good party favors. You in?" She held the girls gaze carefully, feeling a strange excitement, yet hesitation wash over her. She knew what this girl was talking about, she also knew what would be happening at this so called party. There would more than likely be absolutely no other mutants there, no one to back her up in case of trouble. Maybe that was how she preferred it. She didn't even know herself anymore.
"Here's the address,"she crumpled a torn peice of paper into Rogue's hand, who accepted it. "Later,"was all she called out as her form exited down the hall and the bell heralded the beginning of a new period.
Rogue made it just in time to slide into her seat beside Kurt. Her english teacher shot malevolent looks in her direction but sniffed and said nothing. Rogue was not usually late, so she let it slide. "Fitzgerald was reffering to none other than of God himself when he wrote of the eyes of T.J.Eckelburg looking down across all the happenings in the valley of ashes. Now this is mentioned just before Myrtle is introduced...." Rogue felt Kurt's hand poke her in the side of the ribs, she instinctively jumped but did not swat at him as she would have done to anyone else. In her peripheral vision she saw him watching her with his image induced eyes of soft brown. "What?" She mouthed at him, he indicated the peice of paper given to her earlier which was now in his hand. He had read it. Apparently it had fallen out of her pockey. She angrily snatched it from his fingers, glaring. Kurt paused, seeing her rage, but then pulled his notebook out, scribbled a note on it and passed it to her quickly.
Please tell me you are not attending that
She rolled her eyes, now pulling her own notebook toward her to copy the notes on the board. Kurt wrote something else and passed the notebook back to her.
You could get hurt. Rogue now ignored the notebook, feeling the sting of guilt as her face turned red. She wasn't mean to Kurt on purpose ever, why was she acting this way?
Please Marie.
The sight of her name written on paper, in Kurt's crabbed handwriting touched her deeply, it softed her stony gaze and she closed her eyes to settle her thoughts. So much pressing down upon her..when would the weight ever lift? But the name also brought back the torrent of loneliness her surname always brought to surface. Goddamnit she was not Marie! She was Rogue. I am Rogue, she reminded herself. And in an instant, her anger returned to wrap around her as a fiery shield, even Kurt's expression of friendly caring and concern could not pull her from the stinging tidal wave now started.
FUCK OFF
- was all she wrote, but it was enough. Kurt bit his lower lip, letting his hands drop into his lap and pushing his long black-blue hair into his face to hide the expression there. She sat in stoic silence the remainder of the class as did Kurt. When the bell rang, he was gone so quickly, it was as though he had never been there.
Rogue examined her reflection. The burn scar was fading fast, now only a ghostly red reminder laced her collarbone. She slipped her green net shirt over a black tank top and was pleased to note there was no obvious sign of the injury.
She had not seen Kurt all night, he had stayed in his room even through dinner and the only sound emitted from inside was the sad dregs of music that Kurt preferred when in a dark mood. It was funny, how alike he and she were. Yet how different. Kurt had had his heart broken before, as had Rogue, and both had felt the sting of criticism and fear from strangers. But really it was they alone that understood the isolation the other one faced. Rogue was reminded of something Kurt had written once, and at the time she had thought he was teasing her. A poetic line that struck her now like lightning.
Shadows black and blackness known
She faced the darkness all alone.
It had fit her so nicely. The rogue....who faced the darkness all alone. Rogue's expression darkened in the mirror, she shook off the niggling thoughts. Right now was not the time. Right now she was gonna go have fun. She strapped a spiked bracelet unto her wrist and briefly touched her fingers to her collarbone. Again, the sadness descended. She had not heard from Remy in almost a week. She thought....but no, it would never happen. Why the hell had she thought he would be different?! Her hands balled into fists at the thought of her stupidity. Her raged energy carried her out the door of her room and out of the mansion, all the way to the bus stop, where she waited alone.
Kurt rubbed his hand through his hair and over his face. He was so scared and so confused... Rogue was like a sister to him, something he had never had in real life. She was going to get hurt tonight, he could not stand by and watch this happen. But he did not want her to get into trouble. This dilemma was the cause of the nasty snarl his thoughts had become, being this helpless scared him. He briefly recalled his days as the traveling circus act. Kurt had loved the free sensation as he soared above a crowd and defied gravity. It was his own private heaven. One day he had become entangled in some ropes high above the ground ring, he was too far for anyone to reach. That helplessness was his worst fear. Kurt would not let himself stand by and wait. He had to do something.
He listened as Rogue exited her room, following her in the trees above as she left the mansion, just another shadow of the night. It was when she reached the bus stop that he had no idea what else to do. He was only one X- men.
Lithely, he fell to his feet on the foliage below the tree he had been crouched in, watching Rogue as she boarded the bus and it drove away. The sound of twigs snapping underfoot caused him to suspect he was not quite alone, which he found was true. " Well...tis little boy blue..Remy trusts he won't blow no horn." Kurt smiled slightly, the new man was slightly familiar. He had actually seen Rogue with him in the past...maybe he was to be trusted... " Is Remy a good guy?" Remy stepped out into the light of the moon, smiling back at Kurt. "Sure hope so...otherwise the belle be in big trouble."
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Thanks again to the reviewers...this is getting confusing for me to write, which could be a good or bad thing. This story is progressing to be quite serious and I am basing most of what I write about something that happened a few days ago, though in the beginning it started out as something else.
Also, I forgot to add the nice little disclaimer : I DON'T OWN X-MEN.
Kudos to those who like it, bah to those who don't. Thankyou Airthos for your inspiration.
Ardelio Lives.