I'd like to say thank you to preciousbabyblue for being my first and only reviewer. I was going to wait for more responses but I couldn't wait to put my next chapter up and get into the story.
I will inform you a little more about my character Death. His powers are the same as a supernatural vampire. Superhuman strength and speed, sharp fangs and nails, can climb walls, self levitation, slight control over weather (not nearly as powerful as Storm), heightened senses and healing and can run across water if moving fast enough. He also has sixth sense, like a psychic, which he has yet to control.
His appearance is as mentioned in the first chapter. He also has a tattoo of a dragon on his right arm. His eyes turn a piecing green when he feels strong emotion, which intimidates his team mates (except Wolverine of course). Also an expertise in his own style of Karate and uses a samurai sword.
Well I think that's it, I hope I haven't over done it.
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The Bane
Chapter 2
It was just Rogue and himself in the Danger Room. They had finished their training session and everybody left except them, sparing their fighting skills with each other. This became the usually ritual for the past year. These were the times that made Dean happy, just the two of them without anybody else to disturb their conversations, especially a certain person called Bobby.
"You've got nothing on me, vampire boy" Rogue jokingly mocked. Death gave her an intense stare with a slight smirk at the side of his mouth. He slowly moved forward, changing his stance to right handed to southpaw as he approached. Rogue got in a boxing position, bouncing rhythmically. When Death got in range, Rogue kicked to his right side, but much to her dismay he caught her leg by the ankle holding it tightly between his torso and arm.
"You're gonna have to move faster than that" Death said. Then in one swift movement he performed a sweep kick with his right leg, knocking Rogue's remaining leg from under her, causing her to fall on her side. She rolled away from him and got upright. Death ran at her and jumped about head height in the air, followed by several kicks which Rogue successfully ducked. Death ran at her again from the opposite side of the large, square room. This time attacking on the ground, throwing a number of punches, Rogue doing her best to block them. Death was quite surprised when she gave her own attack. She grabbed his arm and twisted her body around so she was now behind him, still griping his wrist tightly with both hands, attempting to flip him over. Death allowed her to flip him, but using his tremendous agility, landed on his feet and pushed her back with hands, accidentally hitting her breasts and she fell on her backside.
"Woops" Death said sarcastically, raising his hands like a little kid caught stealing. Infuriating Rogue, she stood and ran at him throwing a lazy clothesline. He ran under it and sprinted as fast as he could using his superhuman speed to the wall of the training room. He ran up the wall and pushed his legs, forcing the wall away from him. When he landed he was behind Rogue, who had no idea what had happened when she looked back where she expected him to be.
"Hey" he said in soft whisper. She turned and had no time to react when he pick her up in a tackle, his arms raped around her legs and shoulder in front of her hips. He jumped and pinned her half-way up the wall, the one that he previously ran up. He held shoulders against the wall, the rest of her body dangling against the wall with his body pressed against hers.
"Now how the hell are you gonna get out of this one?" He asked expecting no answer. Her answer to that was a little sucker punch with her right fist causing Death groan and let go of Rogue making them both fall to the ground. As quick as Rogue could, she attempted one again attempted to kick Death with her right foot, this time to the side of his face. He pushed his head backward, the front of her boot scratching his lips, causing blood to slowly drip out of the slight cut on his bottom lip. Seeing the blood on his lips made his eyes turn that infamous green that caused a shiver down everyone's spine.
"Oh shit" Rogue said softly. Death quickly jumped into a crouching position and grabbed her by the ankles and taking the legs from under her, now lying on her back knocking the back of her head on the hard surface. Death performed a handstand front flip and landed on top of her in a prone position, locking her arms down. This time there was no getting out of this situation.
"Had enough yet?" he asked whilst they both laid there panting.
"Yeah." She relied, accepting defeat. Death rose first and offered Rogue a hand, which she accepted. They left the Danger room and went together to the locker room. Death sat down on the bench, wiping his face with the towel and taking a few sips of the bottle of water.
"I won." He said looking up at Rogue with a smile who was still fiddling around in her locker.
"Yeah, yeah. Talk it up. We both know if I used my powers on you, you'd be lying on the floor KO'd." She stirred, not wanting him to get a big head. He smiled again and gave a short chuckle. "Sorry about your lip."
"Huh?" He reached for his lips seeing the blood, almost forgetting. "Oh, don't worry about it. Sorry for the whole, boob, thingy." Rogue grinned, blushing. There was a silence for a few moments which neither of them liked.
"So hows your diary thing going?" Asking the question out of curiosity and just wanting to break the silence.
"Storm told you about that?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm. I dunno. I don't see how it will help me." He said looking at the tiled floor.
"You've got to get shit of your mind. I know you would never tell anybody about your problems. Not even me." Rogue said.
"What do you mean, not even you?" he inquired.
"Well" she said trying to think of how to answer. "Since John left….." With those words Death looked down at the tiles again, not wanting to look at Rogue when she said it. "You have been distant from everybody. Not nearly as social as you use to be. It seems the only person you have a real conversation with is me. And I know you don't like Bobby too much."
"How could you tell?" He asked sarcastically.
"Look Dean" now in a more serious tone, now sitting next to him on the bench. "You can tell me about you problems. Is that really so hard? I know John was your best friend. But you'll be alright without him." She said showing her concern for her friend.
"I know. But that's not thing I'm worried about."
"Then what is the thing you're worried about?"
"I'm going to have to fight him one day. And I don't know if I can stop myself from killing him" With that answer, Dean got up and left. Rogue was left sitting there, pondering on what he said, and how she can help him through this war in his head, that she did not understand.