Like A Moth To A Flame

Author's Note: Hey all! Thanks for your patience and your reviews! ^-^ I'd like to say two things: 1. I really enjoyed writing my very first Ryro and I think I might want to write another after this… 2. All of you Ryro lovers and Ryro writers, please email me at: Lady_Lavender2560@hotmail.com. I have a few things I would like to discuss with all of you…

"…" normal speech

… mental speech

'…' thoughts.

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Rogue trudged towards the mansion, preparing herself for a lecture that was sure to come. She rubbed her arms in hopeless efforts to warm herself from the cold autumn air. The long walk towards the front door gave her time to think of her time spent with the enemy.

The more she thought about it, the deeper she had herself trapped in a complicated labyrinth. She had no idea why she had opened up to St. John, even more so than she ever had with Scott and Professor Xavier put together! It boggled her that she would place her trust into a stranger- the enemy, than her teammates… her friends.

'But then again, what kahnd of friends call ya a traitor…albeit behind y'r back…'

Rogue frowned as she got to the front door, her hand mere inches away from the knob. 'Should Ah?' she wondered. St. John had been so open with her- not acting fake, or shoving charm in her face. He'd been a friend- a much-needed friend.

She soon realized how silent her mind was. Her psyches weren't screaming obscenities, nor were they acting up. It was as if they were at peace.

Thankful for the slight vacation, she opened the door and was surprised to find that no one had been guarding the door. Usually, whenever Rogue would take her walks; either Logan or Scott would be there with a scowl on their faces.

Rogue, would you please come to my office?

Rogue sighed, hearing the Professor's 'voice' in her head. Even after a few months of being with a telepathic, she just couldn't get used to the mental privacy breech.

Ah'm on mah way, Ah just need to change

As she climbed up the stairs, Rogue noticed that most of the rooms were empty, as if everyone had gone out for the day. 'Typical Friday night…'

She reached her room and opened the door. She half-expected Kitty to be on the phone with Lance, but she realized that they had a date today. It made her wonder if she was the only person other then Professor Xavier in the mansion.

Taking off her thin see-through shirt, along with her skirt and fishnet stockings, she put on a pair of denim jeans and a large, hooded, black sweater. Rogue brushed her hair and took off her combat boots, putting on an ordinary pair of white sneakers that was given to her as a gift from Kitty. She hadn't thought of wearing them, since they weren't exactly matching to her reputation, but Rogue had to admit that they were nice.

Rogue remembered Xavier and she dashed off to his office, making it just in time, before he called Logan.

" Sorry 'bout that… Ah felt cold," Rogue said, catching her breath.

She looked around the room and found Jean, Scott, Kitty and Kurt as well as Ororo and Logan sitting comfortably on the couches.

" Sorry, was there some kahnd o' meetin' that Ah wasn't informed?" she asked, feeling uncomfortable with the crowd.

Xavier shook his head and gave her a light smile. " Not at all, we were just discussing the new rules around here."

Rogue stiffened and lowered her gaze. " Rules? What y'all thought we had too little o' them?" she asked sarcastically.

" Like, that's not nice, Rogue… we just thought that -"

Rogue furrowed her brows, looking at Kitty as she stopped in mid-sentence. 'Oh… new rule fah me…?'

" Are y'all tryin' ta tell me somethin'?" Rogue asked. " 'cause if y'all have somethin' ta say, say it ta mah face!"

" Now, Stripes, calm down-" Logan started.

" Calm down?! Y'all try ta calm down when someone tells ya that there's gon'be some new rule 'round here jus' fo' ya!" Rogue said, her voice getting louder and the psyches in her head getting restless.

Rogue began to have a headache, but she was going to stand her ground.

" We just felt like it was necessary," Jean said, her voice coated with honey. " It's just a shorter curfew and it's for your own good…"

Rogue snarled at the red-head and laughed bitterly. " Mah own good? Ya call chainin' me here, takin' away mah freedom fo' mah own good?!"

Before anyone could retort, Rogue clutched her head, being bombarded with memories. 'C'mon Rogue… get it togetha… y'can do this…'

Xavier looked at her with concern and telepathically called for Henry. " Rogue, are you alright?"

Rogue just hissed in pain and fell on her knees. Scott moved to help her, but she pushed his arm away. Kurt teleported towards her, but she only got up and ran. She felt herself being lifted from the ground, and she couldn't control her anger any longer.

She turned towards Jean who was concentrating on keeping her levitated. Y'r gon'wish ya never did that, Princess Rogue spat.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Rogue sent a powerful psychic wave that made everyone, even Xavier grimace in pain.

" Rogue! Stop!" Xavier said, trying not to call to her mentally.

Rogue began to lose consciousness, falling to the ground. Logan caught her before she made contact with the hardwood, but he couldn't help but be wary of her. Kurt and Kitty were lucky enough to use their abilities to get out of the room.

Scott pushed himself off of the floor and looked at Xavier. "Professor… what was that?!"

" That, my boy… is not even the tip of Rogue's powers…"

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Rogue woke up in a smaller room than the one she shared with Kitty, but her bags and her posters were hung all over. The room had a small window, big enough to get sufficient air on warm days and small enough to keep her from climbing out.

'Was this what Ah left th' Brothahood fo'?' Rogue wondered, looking at her new room. 'A room small enough ta call a closet and group o' kids ya can barely call friends?'

Sighing, she crawled towards the far corners of the room and hugged her knees. It was times like these that made Rogue wish she were still back in Mississippi.

She rocked back and forth, ignoring the hot tears that streaked past her chin. Rogue had many secrets to keep; one was her claustrophobia. She hated small, enclosed spaces, even though she'd rather have her doors closed when she was in her room, she'd always have a large window open.

No one in Mississippi knew of her fears, not even Irene, the blind lady that had been her foster mother. As Rogue rocked back and forth, her sneakers squeaked in the silence. She stayed there for hours, not caring whether it was dark out or not.

All she cared about was getting out of the room.

'God… please help me…'

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Author's Note: ^-^ I got to typing it and I figured nothing will go wrong today, so here it is! Sad though… kind of. And no its not an Anti-Xavier thing. You'll see what happens in the following chapters.