JoJo0: Thanks for the constructive criticism, it means you are truthfully
honest and I respect that in a person. Oh and the title in the beginning
was suppose to be Tug Of War, but now that I think about it-Tug as in Rogue
tugged between Bobby and John. So it's a war of tugging for her
affections, corny I know but, it's what I have decided on. Oh and thanks
for the tip on indenting, it really help when reading what I have written.
Author Note: Bobby is fine for now anyway and I think I'm too much in love with his character to kill him. Anyway enough about me, on with the story; I don't know how to put spaces to show change in story, so I put headings over the top. I sorry about any confusion my grammar can cause, it even makes me confuse.
Story Below--
At the mansion:
Everything was so hot; it felt like she was standing in a boiling vat of lava. Rogue's mouth was dry like a barren waste land, when she tried to call out, all she found was a hacking cough awaiting her.
Then she saw him, he was too the side of her and he was all bent over.
He was a motionless statue waiting to be planted in the ground.
From this angle she could see no affect of the heat on him, but of course he stood in the shadows and only a few surfaces reached the light.
She lifted her leg to run to him, but no movement came-only the sound of wheels grinding as if they had sand infecting the rotation.
For what seem like years she stood prisoner in her bubble of silence. Finally forcing all her physical strength, she found herself moving at a snail like speed.
Rogue was exhausted; her body drained of all abilities. However she had reach her destination, she was in front of him now waiting for him to acknowledge her.
"Bobby? Bobby are you ok?"
Their faces met.
The curves of his features were different.
They were harder, more define and sculpture-like a stone marble individually carved.
Before she could stop him the silver metal box was out, the baby flame had been given birth. A tidal wave of black churning smoke rose from the blistering of molten coloring of blaze. A giant beast waiting to enslave its victim for it's ever famishing appetite.
Its hungry eyes rest upon a cripple soul, resting from his injuries to the south. Before Rogue could issue a warning, Bobby was encaged in a pillar of smoldering fire. His dying screams became her own, as she ran to him-trying to free him of his fate.
The hands of the fire conductor stop her, holding her back-telling her, she was now his forever. Rogue was helpless, her power was not taking affect on this murder's skin; all she could do was watch Bobby's suffering body wither to ash as it was blown away by the harsh wind.
Bobby!
Bobby!
"Bobby!" Rogue woke screaming, her body violently shaking from the memories haunting her conscious. She sat up with such force, her balance was lost and she fell from the examination table.
Storm was quick to her feet, her eyes already clouded over with white; the outside sky had grown extremely dark and threatening. The sky return to clear blue again, once she realizes it was just a false alarm. Using her mind she called out for the assistance of Xavier, something faint whispering at her heart, telling her something was coming.
Bobby was still rubbing sleep from his eyes as he sat up; he had numerous bags under his icy-blues. In the confusion of Rogue collecting herself on the floor no one notice how drain of energy he looked.
He slid off the examination table to the tile floor beside her, landing a little too harshly on his left ankle. Quaint daggers of pain drove around the injury, Bobby didn't seem to notice. All his attention was on Rogue, "Rogue, tell me what's wrong?"
Not giving him any answer, Rogue simply dove into his arms. Bobby not knowing how to act, instinct told him to just hold her as he rocked back and forth with Rogue in his arms.
Meanwhile in a secret hideout: (sorry I have always wanted to say that)
"So, this Iceman has been infected?" a cold voice questioned, his tattoo that the Nazis had given him so many years ago was visible as he move his arm forward.
"The drug should be affecting him just about now." I thought we already went over this shit, the young man thought as he was groaning inwardly as he face his boss. Flicking the Zippo open, he decided to dance the flame across his fingers like one would do a coin. "How much longer do we have to wait, till we can move in on phase three?" She looked so beautiful today, her soft curls gleaming in the sun's light. Her pearly skin reflecting off its rays, making her glow like an angel. He was caught up in his own little daydream, the thought that she would soon be here with him, made him very restless.
As if the old man was reading his mind "excited about Ms. Rogue coming are we? Don't worry we will be expecting her company very shortly. You can go now, I need time to think," with a wave of his wrinkle hand he hurried the young lad away. Dangerously motionless the woman steps from the shadows, her blue skin moving tightly over every muscle. "He is quite dangerous my dear-" the old man stated with a smile.
Her thick voice finish his sentence "I know with that red hot temper of his and a power to match."
"I was going to say, that he's in love--with a certain Southern belle we both know quiet well. But, I guess what you said could be consider right as well." He stood from his metal chair leaving her in silence, with her mouth open slightly.
Author Note: Bobby is fine for now anyway and I think I'm too much in love with his character to kill him. Anyway enough about me, on with the story; I don't know how to put spaces to show change in story, so I put headings over the top. I sorry about any confusion my grammar can cause, it even makes me confuse.
Story Below--
At the mansion:
Everything was so hot; it felt like she was standing in a boiling vat of lava. Rogue's mouth was dry like a barren waste land, when she tried to call out, all she found was a hacking cough awaiting her.
Then she saw him, he was too the side of her and he was all bent over.
He was a motionless statue waiting to be planted in the ground.
From this angle she could see no affect of the heat on him, but of course he stood in the shadows and only a few surfaces reached the light.
She lifted her leg to run to him, but no movement came-only the sound of wheels grinding as if they had sand infecting the rotation.
For what seem like years she stood prisoner in her bubble of silence. Finally forcing all her physical strength, she found herself moving at a snail like speed.
Rogue was exhausted; her body drained of all abilities. However she had reach her destination, she was in front of him now waiting for him to acknowledge her.
"Bobby? Bobby are you ok?"
Their faces met.
The curves of his features were different.
They were harder, more define and sculpture-like a stone marble individually carved.
Before she could stop him the silver metal box was out, the baby flame had been given birth. A tidal wave of black churning smoke rose from the blistering of molten coloring of blaze. A giant beast waiting to enslave its victim for it's ever famishing appetite.
Its hungry eyes rest upon a cripple soul, resting from his injuries to the south. Before Rogue could issue a warning, Bobby was encaged in a pillar of smoldering fire. His dying screams became her own, as she ran to him-trying to free him of his fate.
The hands of the fire conductor stop her, holding her back-telling her, she was now his forever. Rogue was helpless, her power was not taking affect on this murder's skin; all she could do was watch Bobby's suffering body wither to ash as it was blown away by the harsh wind.
Bobby!
Bobby!
"Bobby!" Rogue woke screaming, her body violently shaking from the memories haunting her conscious. She sat up with such force, her balance was lost and she fell from the examination table.
Storm was quick to her feet, her eyes already clouded over with white; the outside sky had grown extremely dark and threatening. The sky return to clear blue again, once she realizes it was just a false alarm. Using her mind she called out for the assistance of Xavier, something faint whispering at her heart, telling her something was coming.
Bobby was still rubbing sleep from his eyes as he sat up; he had numerous bags under his icy-blues. In the confusion of Rogue collecting herself on the floor no one notice how drain of energy he looked.
He slid off the examination table to the tile floor beside her, landing a little too harshly on his left ankle. Quaint daggers of pain drove around the injury, Bobby didn't seem to notice. All his attention was on Rogue, "Rogue, tell me what's wrong?"
Not giving him any answer, Rogue simply dove into his arms. Bobby not knowing how to act, instinct told him to just hold her as he rocked back and forth with Rogue in his arms.
Meanwhile in a secret hideout: (sorry I have always wanted to say that)
"So, this Iceman has been infected?" a cold voice questioned, his tattoo that the Nazis had given him so many years ago was visible as he move his arm forward.
"The drug should be affecting him just about now." I thought we already went over this shit, the young man thought as he was groaning inwardly as he face his boss. Flicking the Zippo open, he decided to dance the flame across his fingers like one would do a coin. "How much longer do we have to wait, till we can move in on phase three?" She looked so beautiful today, her soft curls gleaming in the sun's light. Her pearly skin reflecting off its rays, making her glow like an angel. He was caught up in his own little daydream, the thought that she would soon be here with him, made him very restless.
As if the old man was reading his mind "excited about Ms. Rogue coming are we? Don't worry we will be expecting her company very shortly. You can go now, I need time to think," with a wave of his wrinkle hand he hurried the young lad away. Dangerously motionless the woman steps from the shadows, her blue skin moving tightly over every muscle. "He is quite dangerous my dear-" the old man stated with a smile.
Her thick voice finish his sentence "I know with that red hot temper of his and a power to match."
"I was going to say, that he's in love--with a certain Southern belle we both know quiet well. But, I guess what you said could be consider right as well." He stood from his metal chair leaving her in silence, with her mouth open slightly.