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Scott looked over at Storm who was busy going over charts, and diagrams for the next mission. Meanwhile I sat there doodling. "Rogue," My pensive gaze snapped to attention at Storm's voice. "Are you paying attention?" The rest of the X-Men were looking at me. "Yes," I answered making sure I didn't sound the least bit offensive. "Good, now." Once again I managed to doodle squiggles, and little stick people. Kitty's voice chucked in the unsuccessful attempt of holding it in. I looked at her, and mouthed "What are you doing here?" She responded with a rise and drop of her shoulders. I raised my eyebrow, and actually tuned in to what was being discussed. "Now, once we get the transmitter which Magneto has been using, we can meet at the sectional, as you all know is the primary source of the networking we will successfully temporarily dismantle any communications for 24 hours. In the meantime, we work our asses off." "Lets go people."
I glanced over at Logan whom was cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Storm pulled me aside. "Rogue, listen today we aren't going to need your help at the warehouse OK?" My casual gaze begins to turn icily intrigued. "What do you mean? You always need me, even Professor X said I was going to be valuable on this mission you can un-recruit me now!" "Don't worry, you'll have your chance next mission to kick some butt okay?" "I'm not a little girl anymore! I can handle this!" "Honey, just because you're twenty-one doesn't mean-" "Like hell it doesn't! I should have an equal shot at this. Even Bobby's going!" "All right, have it your way." "Move it out people!" I abided, still fuming. Why was she springing this now, all of a sudden out of the blue? I secured myself in my seat beside Logan feeling confident. "You all right kid?" I nodded. I didn't feel much like talking in fear of offending Logan, or anyone else for that matter. The jet took off, taking me by surprise at the uplift, making my stomach drop. Scott suddenly looked at me. "You aren't supposed to be here Rogue." He said surprised. "The Professor agreed?" "No, besides the fact I knew nothing about this. By the way what the hell's going on?" The jet got strangely quiet, and I had that strange feeling everyone knew but me. "Nevermind that now." Scott cranked the gear into reverse. "For god sake Scott let her go!" Rebuked Logan angrily. "Not against the Professors orders Logan I can't do that." "God, how come you have to be such a goodie, goodie? Lighten up." "You obviously don't understand the underlying circumstances involved in this whole, Magneto shindig do you?" The jet jolted back into a landing. "It's ridiculous for one, she's one of us." "This conversation is over." "Rogue, get out." My jaw dropped angrily in protest. The door opened, and the ramp unfolded. Then I saw Kitty in a uniform. I descended the ramp, and she got on, and sat in my seat. The ramp folded, and the hatch air-locked shut; and they took off into the supernal clouds.
They let her take my place. Everything I looked at was glazed with a gaze of flaming anger. I began to grow numb, and my pensiveness surged though my veins, and my head whispered in illicit tones: Betrayal. I didn't bother to see Professor X, or get a drink, I walked into my room, and slammed the door thrusting my key in the blot lock, and twisting it furiously. I got a glass of water from the restroom sink, and drank it, hands shaking. The plethora of frustration still wafted. The bitter taste increased by the water. Logan's right, I am one of them, so why am I being treated different.? The question bubbled, and surfaced, causing my eyes to sting with tears. And so the self-beating session began. I can never have kids, and no one to love, I am a poison, and cursed. Disuniting everyone's remarks they'd ever made. "Amazing, Fantastic! How do you do it!" That's like asking an animal with rabies why it turns rabid and bites. It's in their blood. They don't do it on purpose. They're infected. I am infected. I lied there, for hours, mulling over thoughts, again and again. Ripping them apart, and re-piecing them together. Finding nothing new. I sit up, and a lock of white hair curtains my right eye, I aimlessly brush it away, biting my lip so hard it bruises, another restriction of self-occurring impulse.
I look out the window the sun was setting. I got up and went to the danger room, needing to blow off the rest of this. I stood there as a computerized Kitty stood in front of me. She swings, and I swing back, hearing each knuckle in my right hand crack. She swings again and hits me squarely in the jaw; I viciously grip her by the throat, and shove her against the wall. She bites, her vampire fangs piercing my skin. I jerk my arm away, as it bruises. I manage to do a back handspring and a round off causing her to de-tour her swings, making her miss. "That's all you've got?" I taunt her, smirking sarcastically. She hisses something I can't understand, and I shove her down, pressing my foot against her throat. "Nice goin' kid." I turned to see Logan and the Holographic Kitty vanished. "Thanks, I was just." I began to slightly blush. "How was the mission?" "Oh, that went okay, we really needed you but, that was Scott's mistake." He began patting the pockets of his leather jacket for a cigar absentmindedly. "Wanna get a drink, you look exhausted." I retied my hair carelessly, before answering, "Sure Logan," I walked with him, and we reached the kitchen, and I sat at the island. He tossed me a Dr. Pepper, cracking one for him too. "You look like something's bothering you, is everything okay?" "Yeah, just a rough day that's all." "I'll talk to Professor X, we need you, Scott's an idiot anyway." "No, you don't have to. It's just aggravating to have everyone watching my every move." I took a hearty swig, and set the bottle down, letting the carbonation rush subside. "Eh, it'll pass, everyone's just been freaking out recently." "But why? I mean, I should know." "It's because of your mutation genes. They seem to be progressing, and we don't know. Exactly what to make of it." "Well, keeping me pinned up isn't going to solve anything is it?" "Rogue, I know you're angry, we're just afraid when it unleashes you'll be weak. Vulnerable to Magneto again." "What a bunch of bull, I can take care of myself, it's obviously you that have the problem, how many times do I have to say that I'm not a little girl anymore!" I got up, and walked out into the hall angrily heading anywhere. I felt a firm grip on my gloved arm. "Rogue listen," "No Logan, I can't stand this, it's either they're afraid of me, or I'm too weak, just leave me alone." I tried to wrench myself free of his grip, but couldn't. "I'm not afraid of you Rogue, and I'm just looking out for you okay. Look, I'll prove it to you." He ungloved my hand. "Logan, don't!" I tried to pull my arm away, but before I could, he gripped it. He felt the tug of his energy, powers begin to leave, but held on regardless. "Logan, stop!" "I want you to know I'm not afraid Rogue." "I know! I know! Just let go! I could kill you!" His grip slowly released, and he almost fell, and I upheld him with the acquired strength. He stood up, and looked at me. "Do you have a cigarette?" I asked feeling the urge for the nicotine. "What?" He asked, taken aback by the question. "A." He began to fade from my mind, and the craving diminished. "Nevermind that. Logan are you crazy?" "Crazy's my middle name kid." He smirked. I shook my head my messy ponytail whipping the air. Bobby came running up to me. "Hey Rogue, I need to talk to you." I looked at Logan and winked leaving with Bobby. We reached a bench in the courtyard, and Bobby looked at me. "Is there, something going on?" He asked, his icy blues were like sinews of a torrent raging sea. "What are you talking about?" "Logan, that's who, you were all over him." "What?" I asked outraged. "Me and Logan are just friend's Bobby, that's all I swear!" "I've seen how he looks at you." "Bobby, what are you- Its nothing like that! We're just good friends, that's all." "Don't lie Rogue, you're just making it worse." "Bobby, I'm not lying!" "Rogue, it's over, I can't stand putting up with your lies anymore." Bobby got up to leave, and began haughtily walking away. "Bobby." My voice faded choked with tears, my brain numb trying to process all of this. As the wind began to gust, I let my hair fall, as the wind dried my tears.
Scott looked over at Storm who was busy going over charts, and diagrams for the next mission. Meanwhile I sat there doodling. "Rogue," My pensive gaze snapped to attention at Storm's voice. "Are you paying attention?" The rest of the X-Men were looking at me. "Yes," I answered making sure I didn't sound the least bit offensive. "Good, now." Once again I managed to doodle squiggles, and little stick people. Kitty's voice chucked in the unsuccessful attempt of holding it in. I looked at her, and mouthed "What are you doing here?" She responded with a rise and drop of her shoulders. I raised my eyebrow, and actually tuned in to what was being discussed. "Now, once we get the transmitter which Magneto has been using, we can meet at the sectional, as you all know is the primary source of the networking we will successfully temporarily dismantle any communications for 24 hours. In the meantime, we work our asses off." "Lets go people."
I glanced over at Logan whom was cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Storm pulled me aside. "Rogue, listen today we aren't going to need your help at the warehouse OK?" My casual gaze begins to turn icily intrigued. "What do you mean? You always need me, even Professor X said I was going to be valuable on this mission you can un-recruit me now!" "Don't worry, you'll have your chance next mission to kick some butt okay?" "I'm not a little girl anymore! I can handle this!" "Honey, just because you're twenty-one doesn't mean-" "Like hell it doesn't! I should have an equal shot at this. Even Bobby's going!" "All right, have it your way." "Move it out people!" I abided, still fuming. Why was she springing this now, all of a sudden out of the blue? I secured myself in my seat beside Logan feeling confident. "You all right kid?" I nodded. I didn't feel much like talking in fear of offending Logan, or anyone else for that matter. The jet took off, taking me by surprise at the uplift, making my stomach drop. Scott suddenly looked at me. "You aren't supposed to be here Rogue." He said surprised. "The Professor agreed?" "No, besides the fact I knew nothing about this. By the way what the hell's going on?" The jet got strangely quiet, and I had that strange feeling everyone knew but me. "Nevermind that now." Scott cranked the gear into reverse. "For god sake Scott let her go!" Rebuked Logan angrily. "Not against the Professors orders Logan I can't do that." "God, how come you have to be such a goodie, goodie? Lighten up." "You obviously don't understand the underlying circumstances involved in this whole, Magneto shindig do you?" The jet jolted back into a landing. "It's ridiculous for one, she's one of us." "This conversation is over." "Rogue, get out." My jaw dropped angrily in protest. The door opened, and the ramp unfolded. Then I saw Kitty in a uniform. I descended the ramp, and she got on, and sat in my seat. The ramp folded, and the hatch air-locked shut; and they took off into the supernal clouds.
They let her take my place. Everything I looked at was glazed with a gaze of flaming anger. I began to grow numb, and my pensiveness surged though my veins, and my head whispered in illicit tones: Betrayal. I didn't bother to see Professor X, or get a drink, I walked into my room, and slammed the door thrusting my key in the blot lock, and twisting it furiously. I got a glass of water from the restroom sink, and drank it, hands shaking. The plethora of frustration still wafted. The bitter taste increased by the water. Logan's right, I am one of them, so why am I being treated different.? The question bubbled, and surfaced, causing my eyes to sting with tears. And so the self-beating session began. I can never have kids, and no one to love, I am a poison, and cursed. Disuniting everyone's remarks they'd ever made. "Amazing, Fantastic! How do you do it!" That's like asking an animal with rabies why it turns rabid and bites. It's in their blood. They don't do it on purpose. They're infected. I am infected. I lied there, for hours, mulling over thoughts, again and again. Ripping them apart, and re-piecing them together. Finding nothing new. I sit up, and a lock of white hair curtains my right eye, I aimlessly brush it away, biting my lip so hard it bruises, another restriction of self-occurring impulse.
I look out the window the sun was setting. I got up and went to the danger room, needing to blow off the rest of this. I stood there as a computerized Kitty stood in front of me. She swings, and I swing back, hearing each knuckle in my right hand crack. She swings again and hits me squarely in the jaw; I viciously grip her by the throat, and shove her against the wall. She bites, her vampire fangs piercing my skin. I jerk my arm away, as it bruises. I manage to do a back handspring and a round off causing her to de-tour her swings, making her miss. "That's all you've got?" I taunt her, smirking sarcastically. She hisses something I can't understand, and I shove her down, pressing my foot against her throat. "Nice goin' kid." I turned to see Logan and the Holographic Kitty vanished. "Thanks, I was just." I began to slightly blush. "How was the mission?" "Oh, that went okay, we really needed you but, that was Scott's mistake." He began patting the pockets of his leather jacket for a cigar absentmindedly. "Wanna get a drink, you look exhausted." I retied my hair carelessly, before answering, "Sure Logan," I walked with him, and we reached the kitchen, and I sat at the island. He tossed me a Dr. Pepper, cracking one for him too. "You look like something's bothering you, is everything okay?" "Yeah, just a rough day that's all." "I'll talk to Professor X, we need you, Scott's an idiot anyway." "No, you don't have to. It's just aggravating to have everyone watching my every move." I took a hearty swig, and set the bottle down, letting the carbonation rush subside. "Eh, it'll pass, everyone's just been freaking out recently." "But why? I mean, I should know." "It's because of your mutation genes. They seem to be progressing, and we don't know. Exactly what to make of it." "Well, keeping me pinned up isn't going to solve anything is it?" "Rogue, I know you're angry, we're just afraid when it unleashes you'll be weak. Vulnerable to Magneto again." "What a bunch of bull, I can take care of myself, it's obviously you that have the problem, how many times do I have to say that I'm not a little girl anymore!" I got up, and walked out into the hall angrily heading anywhere. I felt a firm grip on my gloved arm. "Rogue listen," "No Logan, I can't stand this, it's either they're afraid of me, or I'm too weak, just leave me alone." I tried to wrench myself free of his grip, but couldn't. "I'm not afraid of you Rogue, and I'm just looking out for you okay. Look, I'll prove it to you." He ungloved my hand. "Logan, don't!" I tried to pull my arm away, but before I could, he gripped it. He felt the tug of his energy, powers begin to leave, but held on regardless. "Logan, stop!" "I want you to know I'm not afraid Rogue." "I know! I know! Just let go! I could kill you!" His grip slowly released, and he almost fell, and I upheld him with the acquired strength. He stood up, and looked at me. "Do you have a cigarette?" I asked feeling the urge for the nicotine. "What?" He asked, taken aback by the question. "A." He began to fade from my mind, and the craving diminished. "Nevermind that. Logan are you crazy?" "Crazy's my middle name kid." He smirked. I shook my head my messy ponytail whipping the air. Bobby came running up to me. "Hey Rogue, I need to talk to you." I looked at Logan and winked leaving with Bobby. We reached a bench in the courtyard, and Bobby looked at me. "Is there, something going on?" He asked, his icy blues were like sinews of a torrent raging sea. "What are you talking about?" "Logan, that's who, you were all over him." "What?" I asked outraged. "Me and Logan are just friend's Bobby, that's all I swear!" "I've seen how he looks at you." "Bobby, what are you- Its nothing like that! We're just good friends, that's all." "Don't lie Rogue, you're just making it worse." "Bobby, I'm not lying!" "Rogue, it's over, I can't stand putting up with your lies anymore." Bobby got up to leave, and began haughtily walking away. "Bobby." My voice faded choked with tears, my brain numb trying to process all of this. As the wind began to gust, I let my hair fall, as the wind dried my tears.