~~Satan, you know where I lie.~~
Rogue sat staring blankly at the moon. It was midnight and she had crept out of her room. It had been one week since Apocalypse's rebirth.
One week
~~Gently I go into that good night.~~
She felt so violated.
So used.
So weak.
Helpless.
~~All out lives get complicated.~~
~~Search for pleasures overrated.~~
She wasn't supposed to be out. She still needed to heal. She was still sick.
Rogue didn't care.
Deep in her heart she knew that she would never fully recover. Two complete mental psycho breakdowns in less than a month.
It was nice for the Professor to act like everything was going to be fine.
~~Never armed our souls.~~
~~For what the future would hold.~
She was wearing loose gray pajama pants and a black tee. No gloves. She hated them so much.
She let out a wandering sigh as she fell back on the grass, looking up at the stars.
She hadn't felt this free in a long time.
~~When we were innocent.~~
Feeling the stiff, itchy grass scratch at her skin gave her an odd sense of comfort.
Rogue closed her eyes and tried to forget.
Everything.
~~Angels lend me your might.~~
Why her?
Of all people, why her?
Why did it have to be so hard?
~~Forfeit all my lives to get just one right.~~
She remembered when she was little, before all this. Everything seemed so simple.
~~All those colors long since faded.~~
~~All our smiles all confiscated.~~
Rouge frowned.
She'd been used then too.
~~Never were we told.~~
~~That we'd be bought and sold.~~
Mystique.
Damn her!
Rogue's whole life had been one big, elaborate lie. Even when she was a baby.
~~When we were innocent.~~
She stood, outraged. Tears streamed down her face as she stumbled back to the Mansion.
~~This prayer is for me tonight.~~
Not anymore.
Her helplessness ended here. Her life began now.
Her new life.
Her own life.
~~This far down the line and still ain't got it right.~~
The old Rogue was dead. Not to big of a loss as far as she was concerned. Look where she'd ended up.
~~And while confessions not yet stated.~~
~~Our next sin in contemplated.~~
Rouge stepped into her room.
This was the first thing that had to change. She ripped posters off her walls, tossed over half of her makeup in the trash bin, and threw all of the clothes from her closet, under her bed. She took her suitcase out of her closet and unzipped it. She carefully unfolded her old clothes. They still smelled like Irene's house.
She decided that these would have to do until could get other clothes and who knew when that'd be?
It was almost until she was finally satisfied with the night's work. She climbed into bed suddenly aware of how tired she was. As blackness consumed her, she couldn't help but smile.
When Rouge would wake up, everything would be different.
Better.
She was finally taking control of her life.
It felt wonderful.
~~Never did we know.~~
~~What the future would hold.~~
~~Or that we'd be bought and sold.~~
~~When we were innocent.~~
A/N: Again, not all chapters will be in song fic form. Just this first one. This is my first X-Men Evolutions fic, but it is my second fic where I start out in song fic form using a Fuel song. I love the band Fuel and I thought that this song fit well.
Oh well, r/r!
Rogue sat staring blankly at the moon. It was midnight and she had crept out of her room. It had been one week since Apocalypse's rebirth.
One week
~~Gently I go into that good night.~~
She felt so violated.
So used.
So weak.
Helpless.
~~All out lives get complicated.~~
~~Search for pleasures overrated.~~
She wasn't supposed to be out. She still needed to heal. She was still sick.
Rogue didn't care.
Deep in her heart she knew that she would never fully recover. Two complete mental psycho breakdowns in less than a month.
It was nice for the Professor to act like everything was going to be fine.
~~Never armed our souls.~~
~~For what the future would hold.~
She was wearing loose gray pajama pants and a black tee. No gloves. She hated them so much.
She let out a wandering sigh as she fell back on the grass, looking up at the stars.
She hadn't felt this free in a long time.
~~When we were innocent.~~
Feeling the stiff, itchy grass scratch at her skin gave her an odd sense of comfort.
Rogue closed her eyes and tried to forget.
Everything.
~~Angels lend me your might.~~
Why her?
Of all people, why her?
Why did it have to be so hard?
~~Forfeit all my lives to get just one right.~~
She remembered when she was little, before all this. Everything seemed so simple.
~~All those colors long since faded.~~
~~All our smiles all confiscated.~~
Rouge frowned.
She'd been used then too.
~~Never were we told.~~
~~That we'd be bought and sold.~~
Mystique.
Damn her!
Rogue's whole life had been one big, elaborate lie. Even when she was a baby.
~~When we were innocent.~~
She stood, outraged. Tears streamed down her face as she stumbled back to the Mansion.
~~This prayer is for me tonight.~~
Not anymore.
Her helplessness ended here. Her life began now.
Her new life.
Her own life.
~~This far down the line and still ain't got it right.~~
The old Rogue was dead. Not to big of a loss as far as she was concerned. Look where she'd ended up.
~~And while confessions not yet stated.~~
~~Our next sin in contemplated.~~
Rouge stepped into her room.
This was the first thing that had to change. She ripped posters off her walls, tossed over half of her makeup in the trash bin, and threw all of the clothes from her closet, under her bed. She took her suitcase out of her closet and unzipped it. She carefully unfolded her old clothes. They still smelled like Irene's house.
She decided that these would have to do until could get other clothes and who knew when that'd be?
It was almost until she was finally satisfied with the night's work. She climbed into bed suddenly aware of how tired she was. As blackness consumed her, she couldn't help but smile.
When Rouge would wake up, everything would be different.
Better.
She was finally taking control of her life.
It felt wonderful.
~~Never did we know.~~
~~What the future would hold.~~
~~Or that we'd be bought and sold.~~
~~When we were innocent.~~
A/N: Again, not all chapters will be in song fic form. Just this first one. This is my first X-Men Evolutions fic, but it is my second fic where I start out in song fic form using a Fuel song. I love the band Fuel and I thought that this song fit well.
Oh well, r/r!