Desolation
Chapter Two: Who are You?
"What tha hell is that?" I said, more than a little flabbergasted.
The blue furred boy gave me a confused look that almost perfectly mirrored the one I'd received from Remy the day before. "Vhat do you mean Rogue?" he asked.
"Who are you?" I clarified.
"You know who I am." Suddenly there was a rather unusual sound; the only thing I can think of to describe it is something like, bamf. In a flash of light and a puff of smoke the blue boy vanished, and then reappeared right in front of me.
"Holy shit," I swore stumbling away from him.
"Rogue? Vhat's wrong?" he asked, extending one three fingered hand entreatingly in my direction.
"Get away from me."
"Rogue calm down." I stumbled backwards and fell against a body, strong arms came around me to break my fall and I looked up into the red, visored gaze of Scott Summers. "It's just Kurt."
"Kurt?"
"Ja, it's just Kurt. Now vhy doesn't someone tell me vhat's going on?"
I pulled away from Scott and moved away to sit on a rock nearby, pulling another cigarette from the pack I held in my agitation. I sat down and smoked it while Scott and Jean filled the newcomer in on what happened as far as they knew. In the time it took them I finished three other cigarettes.
"Runnin' a lil' low, eh chère?"
"Get tha fuck away from meh Remy," I snarled at the cocky Cajun as he sat down next to me. I snagged another smoke out of the almost empty pack and lit it, taking a deep drag and blowing the smoke in his face.
"Is dat supposed t' boder me chère?" he drawled, another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
I remained silent for a time, staring blankly out over the rubble of the city. "Remy?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Ya evah felt that everythang ya evah knew was gone, an' the whole world was turned upside down around ya?"
"Couple o' times."
I turned to look at him, blinking back a few tears that had welled up in my eyes as a sense of utter helplessness had grown inside of me. All I saw was the strong profile of his face. "What did ya do about it?"
He shrugged. "Waited it out."
"Ah'm scared Remy," I admitted finally.
"I know chère."
There was that weird sound again and a flash of light to my left and I turned my head to find blue boy standing next to me.
"They told me vhat happened Rogue."
"And?"
"I don't fault you for being scared of me."
"Ah'm sorry Ah reacted lahk that. It was uncalled for... Kurt?" I asked, guessing slightly at his name.
"Ja, it's Kurt." He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide against something. "You know a lot of people we might run into aren't going to be happy with you right?"
"So Ah've heard," I drawled. I noticed that sometime after Kurt's arrival Remy had slipped quietly away from us and was no where to be seen. "Tha only problem is that Ah have no clue why they would be mad at meh." I raised one gloved hand and rubbed my temple. "Ah can' remember anything." I could feel it slowly building inside me, as it had before right after I'd dragged myself from the rubble. A sense of hopelessness was growing in the pit of my stomach, and I could feel all self control slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. "Ah don't even know who Ah am," I muttered dejectedly."
A second later I started when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. Looking over my shoulder I found myself staring into a pair of sympathy filled yellow eyes. I relaxed slightly, leaning back into Kurts arms as he held me. Despite the shock I'd first felt at his appearance I found that I was quickly becoming very comfortable with his presence, completely unlike the feeling of apprehension I felt around everyone else.
We sat quietly for a moment and the hopeless sensation slowly bled away, leaving me tired, but peaceful.
The peace was broken by a flash of images as Kurt shifted to a more comfortable position. His arms brushed against my own and words and images filled my mind. My head felt like it was going to explode.
He's sitting on a swing. But he doesn't look like Kurt. His skin is pale, dark blue hair is the same but no pointy ears, and he's got five fingers. He comes up to me but the false image falls away showing his real self. I absorb him, knocking him out.
A woman was running down a dirt path, wolves following her, a bundle held protectively in her arms. I couldn't make out her face in the dark shadow of her hood. A bridge. No. Oh my God, the baby went over the edge into the river below.
Mystique. Kurt standing in a construction site talking to a blue skinned woman. She's his mother. A bunch of guys started to attack him. Avalanche, The Blob, Toad, Quicksilver.
No. All these images. What the hell is happening to me.
I found myself screaming in agony as the flood of images, thoughts, sounds, and emotions crash over me. My head was pounding, my body ached once again as all the minor cuts and abrasions tore open beneath my skin tight costume.
"Rogue, vhat's wrong," Kurt asked from behind me and I realized that sometime during the flood of images I'd fallen to the ground, holding my head with both hands as tears streamed down my face.
He reached out to me and I screamed again, scrambling away from him as fast as I could on all fours, tripping and falling over rocks, losing my balance, only to scramble up again and continue on until I was a good twenty or thirty feet away.
"Stay away from me," I cried as images continued to assail my senses. One more, dredged up from deep within my mind came to painful clarity. A blond woman, lying as still as death, as I was forced to use my power to drain the life from her. "Ah'm lahk some fucking mutant vampire or something" I muttered looking down at my gloved hands. "Ah'm a monster."
I started to cry again and I buried my face in my hands, my whole body shaking with each violent sob that escaped my throat. Over the sound of my own voice I heard footsteps and I looked up to find a blurry blue figure coming towards me, one hand outstretched.
"No!" I leaped to my feet and into the air, my stolen ability to fly allowing me to hover ten feet off the ground. "Stay away from meh Kurt," I called down. "Ah don't want ta hurt anybody." I didn't wait for him to try and answer. I just turned and flew away.
I flew as fast as I could. I would later learn that my top speed was pretty damn fast, luckily I didn't fly for very long, only managing a minute or so before the tears that were blinding me caused me to run headlong into an enormous pile of rubble.
I barely felt the impact, my stolen mutant powers of invulnerability protecting me. Every single time I used one of those powers I wanted to cry even harder. Flight, strength, invulnerability, all of those used to belong to Carol Danvers, code name Miss Marvel.
"And I sucked her dry," I muttered as I lay half buried beneath the metal and concrete that used to be a high rise apartment building.
After several minutes of feeling sorry for myself reality decided to intrude as the disturbed pile began to lean ponderously outwards, directly over me to fall with a resounding crash around my ears.
"Ouch," I muttered as metal beams and large chunks of concrete bounced off my head, upper back, and legs.
After the dust settled I slowly stood up, shedding rubble as I jumped into the sky. Crossing my legs I sat there for a time, hovering in mid air as I thought long and hard about my current situation.
"Ah'm in a mostly destroyed world," I muttered to myself. "Ah have no clue where Ah am, Ah still don't know who Ah am, and Ah don't know if Ah can survive on mah own. The people Ah've met since I woke up know meh, and might be able to help meh get mah memory back."
I'd made my decision.
Turning around in midair back the way I'd come before my abrupt stop I uncrossed my legs and flew lazily back towards the only people I knew in this world that could possibly help me.
To Be Continued
Notes: Okay, here's where it gets confusing. Starting in the next chapter we're in the past, where humans are still alive, the war hasn't started yet, and Rogue is not being blamed for planet wide destruction.
Throughout the entirety of this story starting now the chapters will alternate. Odd numbered chapters will involve past events, even numbered will be concerned with present events and the survivors.
I no own X-Men Evolution.
Chapter Two: Who are You?
"What tha hell is that?" I said, more than a little flabbergasted.
The blue furred boy gave me a confused look that almost perfectly mirrored the one I'd received from Remy the day before. "Vhat do you mean Rogue?" he asked.
"Who are you?" I clarified.
"You know who I am." Suddenly there was a rather unusual sound; the only thing I can think of to describe it is something like, bamf. In a flash of light and a puff of smoke the blue boy vanished, and then reappeared right in front of me.
"Holy shit," I swore stumbling away from him.
"Rogue? Vhat's wrong?" he asked, extending one three fingered hand entreatingly in my direction.
"Get away from me."
"Rogue calm down." I stumbled backwards and fell against a body, strong arms came around me to break my fall and I looked up into the red, visored gaze of Scott Summers. "It's just Kurt."
"Kurt?"
"Ja, it's just Kurt. Now vhy doesn't someone tell me vhat's going on?"
I pulled away from Scott and moved away to sit on a rock nearby, pulling another cigarette from the pack I held in my agitation. I sat down and smoked it while Scott and Jean filled the newcomer in on what happened as far as they knew. In the time it took them I finished three other cigarettes.
"Runnin' a lil' low, eh chère?"
"Get tha fuck away from meh Remy," I snarled at the cocky Cajun as he sat down next to me. I snagged another smoke out of the almost empty pack and lit it, taking a deep drag and blowing the smoke in his face.
"Is dat supposed t' boder me chère?" he drawled, another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
I remained silent for a time, staring blankly out over the rubble of the city. "Remy?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Ya evah felt that everythang ya evah knew was gone, an' the whole world was turned upside down around ya?"
"Couple o' times."
I turned to look at him, blinking back a few tears that had welled up in my eyes as a sense of utter helplessness had grown inside of me. All I saw was the strong profile of his face. "What did ya do about it?"
He shrugged. "Waited it out."
"Ah'm scared Remy," I admitted finally.
"I know chère."
There was that weird sound again and a flash of light to my left and I turned my head to find blue boy standing next to me.
"They told me vhat happened Rogue."
"And?"
"I don't fault you for being scared of me."
"Ah'm sorry Ah reacted lahk that. It was uncalled for... Kurt?" I asked, guessing slightly at his name.
"Ja, it's Kurt." He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide against something. "You know a lot of people we might run into aren't going to be happy with you right?"
"So Ah've heard," I drawled. I noticed that sometime after Kurt's arrival Remy had slipped quietly away from us and was no where to be seen. "Tha only problem is that Ah have no clue why they would be mad at meh." I raised one gloved hand and rubbed my temple. "Ah can' remember anything." I could feel it slowly building inside me, as it had before right after I'd dragged myself from the rubble. A sense of hopelessness was growing in the pit of my stomach, and I could feel all self control slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. "Ah don't even know who Ah am," I muttered dejectedly."
A second later I started when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. Looking over my shoulder I found myself staring into a pair of sympathy filled yellow eyes. I relaxed slightly, leaning back into Kurts arms as he held me. Despite the shock I'd first felt at his appearance I found that I was quickly becoming very comfortable with his presence, completely unlike the feeling of apprehension I felt around everyone else.
We sat quietly for a moment and the hopeless sensation slowly bled away, leaving me tired, but peaceful.
The peace was broken by a flash of images as Kurt shifted to a more comfortable position. His arms brushed against my own and words and images filled my mind. My head felt like it was going to explode.
He's sitting on a swing. But he doesn't look like Kurt. His skin is pale, dark blue hair is the same but no pointy ears, and he's got five fingers. He comes up to me but the false image falls away showing his real self. I absorb him, knocking him out.
A woman was running down a dirt path, wolves following her, a bundle held protectively in her arms. I couldn't make out her face in the dark shadow of her hood. A bridge. No. Oh my God, the baby went over the edge into the river below.
Mystique. Kurt standing in a construction site talking to a blue skinned woman. She's his mother. A bunch of guys started to attack him. Avalanche, The Blob, Toad, Quicksilver.
No. All these images. What the hell is happening to me.
I found myself screaming in agony as the flood of images, thoughts, sounds, and emotions crash over me. My head was pounding, my body ached once again as all the minor cuts and abrasions tore open beneath my skin tight costume.
"Rogue, vhat's wrong," Kurt asked from behind me and I realized that sometime during the flood of images I'd fallen to the ground, holding my head with both hands as tears streamed down my face.
He reached out to me and I screamed again, scrambling away from him as fast as I could on all fours, tripping and falling over rocks, losing my balance, only to scramble up again and continue on until I was a good twenty or thirty feet away.
"Stay away from me," I cried as images continued to assail my senses. One more, dredged up from deep within my mind came to painful clarity. A blond woman, lying as still as death, as I was forced to use my power to drain the life from her. "Ah'm lahk some fucking mutant vampire or something" I muttered looking down at my gloved hands. "Ah'm a monster."
I started to cry again and I buried my face in my hands, my whole body shaking with each violent sob that escaped my throat. Over the sound of my own voice I heard footsteps and I looked up to find a blurry blue figure coming towards me, one hand outstretched.
"No!" I leaped to my feet and into the air, my stolen ability to fly allowing me to hover ten feet off the ground. "Stay away from meh Kurt," I called down. "Ah don't want ta hurt anybody." I didn't wait for him to try and answer. I just turned and flew away.
I flew as fast as I could. I would later learn that my top speed was pretty damn fast, luckily I didn't fly for very long, only managing a minute or so before the tears that were blinding me caused me to run headlong into an enormous pile of rubble.
I barely felt the impact, my stolen mutant powers of invulnerability protecting me. Every single time I used one of those powers I wanted to cry even harder. Flight, strength, invulnerability, all of those used to belong to Carol Danvers, code name Miss Marvel.
"And I sucked her dry," I muttered as I lay half buried beneath the metal and concrete that used to be a high rise apartment building.
After several minutes of feeling sorry for myself reality decided to intrude as the disturbed pile began to lean ponderously outwards, directly over me to fall with a resounding crash around my ears.
"Ouch," I muttered as metal beams and large chunks of concrete bounced off my head, upper back, and legs.
After the dust settled I slowly stood up, shedding rubble as I jumped into the sky. Crossing my legs I sat there for a time, hovering in mid air as I thought long and hard about my current situation.
"Ah'm in a mostly destroyed world," I muttered to myself. "Ah have no clue where Ah am, Ah still don't know who Ah am, and Ah don't know if Ah can survive on mah own. The people Ah've met since I woke up know meh, and might be able to help meh get mah memory back."
I'd made my decision.
Turning around in midair back the way I'd come before my abrupt stop I uncrossed my legs and flew lazily back towards the only people I knew in this world that could possibly help me.
To Be Continued
Notes: Okay, here's where it gets confusing. Starting in the next chapter we're in the past, where humans are still alive, the war hasn't started yet, and Rogue is not being blamed for planet wide destruction.
Throughout the entirety of this story starting now the chapters will alternate. Odd numbered chapters will involve past events, even numbered will be concerned with present events and the survivors.
I no own X-Men Evolution.