Alone
Shadow Knight
Chapter 12: Confusion's Kiss
Disclaimer: The owner? Je ne suis pas.
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NOTE: _IDENTITY OF LITTLE GIRL MYSTERY ANSWERED AT BOTTOM!
PLEASE READ!_
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(Rogue's P.O.V.)
"Rogue?"
Why would he say such a horrible word? Why speak of such an abominable thing?
When the husky whisper passed by his thin lips, it seemed to swirl in the air a moment, creating a suspenseful pause between us. Just before the reality of it all fell upon me with a choking hold. That's when I realized that everything I had ever worked for. . .everything I had struggled through. . .it just crashed.
Shit.
My mission. . .my job. . .my life. . . everything was gone now, spiraling downward into a blackened swirl of nothing.
I had nothing left now.
My eyes turning upward, I stared at the man before me, reaching out an unsteady hand for me. Seeing the wild expression of astonishment on his face, his eyes lit with uncertainty, I could see that he was struggling with something inward. But seeing the raw emotion that painted his face in vivid colors, I could tell. . .I could tell that he knew me. He knew who I was behind my faulty mask.
The only problem was. . .I didn't know him.
Of course I knew the man Pietro Maximoff, my target. I knew that he was a promising business man, a quite and cold man that gave little respect to people and pushed everyone away who seemed to threaten him. He was a threat to the company and needed to be. . . extinguished.
But. . .who was he really?
My mind full of chaotic and bumbling thoughts, I reached up a hand and massaged my temple lightly, a slight headache thrumming at my head. My fingers paused when I saw two shiny, black shoes appear in my vision below me. Wrenching my head up, I saw Pietro's metallic blue eyes gaze at me softly through his mask, regarding me with certain tenderness.
I felt the impulse to jerk backward to give myself space, but my body refused to move. Gazing guardedly at the man, I tensed, ready to make a run. But, what he did next startled me and left me in a sudden stupor.
He raised a pale hand toward my face, intending to cup my cheek, smiling gently all the while. Then, suddenly, for some strange reason, I felt a sudden grip of dread pour through me, causing me to jerk away from his touch, in fear of something I couldn't begin to fathom.
Deftly, his fingers, poised still in the air, caught on the thick, synthetic locks of the wig. My wig suddenly broke its hold from my head and slipped off, sliding of my head and into Pietro's hand. The wig dropped like dead creature from his hands, flopping ungracefully to the floor.
Released from its binding, my hastily wrapped bun tumbled and thick auburn locks fell into place around my head. As my snow white bangs dropped down around my face, Pietro's eyes suddenly widened in shock.
"Dear Lord. . .," he mumbled as tears pricked his eyes, his hands shaking roughly, "It. . .it really is you. . ."
The thin folds of skin above my eyes suddenly scrunched up tightly in wrinkles as I stared at him. He stretched out a shaking hand toward me, his voice trembling as he reached. "Rogue. . .," he whispered brokenly as tears robbed him of speech, "It. . It really is. . .it really is you isn't it?"
Watching the silent trail of a tear run down his haggard face, I felt numb inside. Why was he crying for me? Why would. . .why would anyone cry for me?
Suddenly, his hands took hold of my shoulders and he squeezed lightly, looking me deep in the eyes as he ripped off his mask with one hand. His stare intense, he seemed to peer right through me. His grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, causing me took look at him with a bit of caution.
"Rogue. . . ," he asked, his eyes flicking back and forth across my face, looking for something, "don't you remember me?"
ba-dump. . .
"What? What are you talking about? I've never seen you before in my. . ."
Suddenly I felt myself falter. I felt my fingers ball into a fist as my gaze turned downward. Pulling my arm to my chest, a sudden cold spot seemed to grow inside me, spreading throughout my body like a barren plague as a thought ran through my mind.
Was he from my past?
My eyes screwing upward, I looked at Pietro's sad face, anxiously waiting for my answer. I felt something flicker inside of me, calling for me from a gray area of my mind.
Ba-dump. . .
Reaching up my hands hesitantly and almost unwillingly, I framed his face in my satin gloves. Gazing deeply into his mournful eyes, I saw something flash, a flicker in my mind's eye. A face. . .
Ba-Dump. . .
Before I could stop myself, I felt the word slip past by my lips. A word that made my heart flutter slightly and made me feel dizzy.
"Pietro. . .?"
BA-DUMP
All of a sudden, I felt a burning pain light a fire in my head, causing my hands to drop from Pietro's face. I howled slightly as another wave of hot fire swept over my body in blazing agony. Slowly, I felt myself slip to my knees and then tumbling over ungracefully onto the floor. What was this pain?!
"Rogue!"
Opening my eyes wearily, I peered through thin slits at the source of the voice. Pietro's face was wracked with worry as he reached out a hand to me. I stretched out for his hand slowly when I was suddenly struck by another wave.
A short burst of air left my lungs as I screamed from the pain. What horrible suffering I felt as the blazing inferno grow stronger inside of me, making me want to rip at my skin to rid myself of the heat. An incessant pounding drummed through my head, causing my hands to fly to my head and clutch it excruciatingly.
My fingers began to twist knots in my hair as I gripped it roughly. Although the scorching heat continued to blister inside of me, I felt my mind suddenly lurch and throw me into a mental spin. Trying to reorganize my thoughts, I paused when I felt something alien spread through me. As it slithered sinisterly around my mind, I found images flickering before my eyes.
Suffering, pain, heartbreak, aching, bitterness, fear, and hate. . . I felt tears run down my cheeks in fiery tracks, burning my skin. These images. . .so sad and mournful. These fears of rejection and worthlessness. . .
Tears continued to pour down my cheeks as I watched the images flicker faster before my mind's eye. These images. . . this past. . .they couldn't be mine. No. . .
Suddenly, I felt something twist inside of me, changing and melding my mind into something else. I screamed and clutched my head as the alien presence continued to invade my mind and morph it into something else, infusing it with memories that weren't mine.
That's when a tremor shook deep within me.
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DONE! Okay. So it was really short, but I'm still working on the next part and I figured I better post something. Don't you love cliff hangers? ^_^ I know I do.
ANYWAYS. . .I will get to the next part soon. I promise! And PLEASE REVIEW! I'm gonna try and push for 100 reviews. Please? The more reviews I get, the faster I'll try to get the chapters out!
Oh, and about those who were wanting to know about the little girl, well here it is:
The little girl with the gray eyes who ran into Pietro was basically the one who was talking to Jenny in the second conversation. I didn't name her cause I thought I'd get too many names mixed up. Anyways, she was the one who also "planted" the tracking device on Pietro, the one that Jenny talks to Rogue about as her "connections." Basically, I wanted it to be where the young girl was actually an adult who put on the tracking device.
As for the age and appearance, well, I saw a show that had something like that, and I used the idea. I was originally going to incorporate into the conversation where the little girl said, "I did the job because after all, who would suspect a child?" . . . . Or something like that. But I didn't cause I thought it would be too easy to figure out. Got it now? Okay. ^_^
-----BOOM BOOM? Sorry, but I couldn't e-mail you the answer cause my e- mail's been acting up. -_-
Alright, I'm shutting up now. Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Chapter 12: Confusion's Kiss
Disclaimer: The owner? Je ne suis pas.
~
NOTE: _IDENTITY OF LITTLE GIRL MYSTERY ANSWERED AT BOTTOM!
PLEASE READ!_
~
(Rogue's P.O.V.)
"Rogue?"
Why would he say such a horrible word? Why speak of such an abominable thing?
When the husky whisper passed by his thin lips, it seemed to swirl in the air a moment, creating a suspenseful pause between us. Just before the reality of it all fell upon me with a choking hold. That's when I realized that everything I had ever worked for. . .everything I had struggled through. . .it just crashed.
Shit.
My mission. . .my job. . .my life. . . everything was gone now, spiraling downward into a blackened swirl of nothing.
I had nothing left now.
My eyes turning upward, I stared at the man before me, reaching out an unsteady hand for me. Seeing the wild expression of astonishment on his face, his eyes lit with uncertainty, I could see that he was struggling with something inward. But seeing the raw emotion that painted his face in vivid colors, I could tell. . .I could tell that he knew me. He knew who I was behind my faulty mask.
The only problem was. . .I didn't know him.
Of course I knew the man Pietro Maximoff, my target. I knew that he was a promising business man, a quite and cold man that gave little respect to people and pushed everyone away who seemed to threaten him. He was a threat to the company and needed to be. . . extinguished.
But. . .who was he really?
My mind full of chaotic and bumbling thoughts, I reached up a hand and massaged my temple lightly, a slight headache thrumming at my head. My fingers paused when I saw two shiny, black shoes appear in my vision below me. Wrenching my head up, I saw Pietro's metallic blue eyes gaze at me softly through his mask, regarding me with certain tenderness.
I felt the impulse to jerk backward to give myself space, but my body refused to move. Gazing guardedly at the man, I tensed, ready to make a run. But, what he did next startled me and left me in a sudden stupor.
He raised a pale hand toward my face, intending to cup my cheek, smiling gently all the while. Then, suddenly, for some strange reason, I felt a sudden grip of dread pour through me, causing me to jerk away from his touch, in fear of something I couldn't begin to fathom.
Deftly, his fingers, poised still in the air, caught on the thick, synthetic locks of the wig. My wig suddenly broke its hold from my head and slipped off, sliding of my head and into Pietro's hand. The wig dropped like dead creature from his hands, flopping ungracefully to the floor.
Released from its binding, my hastily wrapped bun tumbled and thick auburn locks fell into place around my head. As my snow white bangs dropped down around my face, Pietro's eyes suddenly widened in shock.
"Dear Lord. . .," he mumbled as tears pricked his eyes, his hands shaking roughly, "It. . .it really is you. . ."
The thin folds of skin above my eyes suddenly scrunched up tightly in wrinkles as I stared at him. He stretched out a shaking hand toward me, his voice trembling as he reached. "Rogue. . .," he whispered brokenly as tears robbed him of speech, "It. . It really is. . .it really is you isn't it?"
Watching the silent trail of a tear run down his haggard face, I felt numb inside. Why was he crying for me? Why would. . .why would anyone cry for me?
Suddenly, his hands took hold of my shoulders and he squeezed lightly, looking me deep in the eyes as he ripped off his mask with one hand. His stare intense, he seemed to peer right through me. His grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, causing me took look at him with a bit of caution.
"Rogue. . . ," he asked, his eyes flicking back and forth across my face, looking for something, "don't you remember me?"
ba-dump. . .
"What? What are you talking about? I've never seen you before in my. . ."
Suddenly I felt myself falter. I felt my fingers ball into a fist as my gaze turned downward. Pulling my arm to my chest, a sudden cold spot seemed to grow inside me, spreading throughout my body like a barren plague as a thought ran through my mind.
Was he from my past?
My eyes screwing upward, I looked at Pietro's sad face, anxiously waiting for my answer. I felt something flicker inside of me, calling for me from a gray area of my mind.
Ba-dump. . .
Reaching up my hands hesitantly and almost unwillingly, I framed his face in my satin gloves. Gazing deeply into his mournful eyes, I saw something flash, a flicker in my mind's eye. A face. . .
Ba-Dump. . .
Before I could stop myself, I felt the word slip past by my lips. A word that made my heart flutter slightly and made me feel dizzy.
"Pietro. . .?"
BA-DUMP
All of a sudden, I felt a burning pain light a fire in my head, causing my hands to drop from Pietro's face. I howled slightly as another wave of hot fire swept over my body in blazing agony. Slowly, I felt myself slip to my knees and then tumbling over ungracefully onto the floor. What was this pain?!
"Rogue!"
Opening my eyes wearily, I peered through thin slits at the source of the voice. Pietro's face was wracked with worry as he reached out a hand to me. I stretched out for his hand slowly when I was suddenly struck by another wave.
A short burst of air left my lungs as I screamed from the pain. What horrible suffering I felt as the blazing inferno grow stronger inside of me, making me want to rip at my skin to rid myself of the heat. An incessant pounding drummed through my head, causing my hands to fly to my head and clutch it excruciatingly.
My fingers began to twist knots in my hair as I gripped it roughly. Although the scorching heat continued to blister inside of me, I felt my mind suddenly lurch and throw me into a mental spin. Trying to reorganize my thoughts, I paused when I felt something alien spread through me. As it slithered sinisterly around my mind, I found images flickering before my eyes.
Suffering, pain, heartbreak, aching, bitterness, fear, and hate. . . I felt tears run down my cheeks in fiery tracks, burning my skin. These images. . .so sad and mournful. These fears of rejection and worthlessness. . .
Tears continued to pour down my cheeks as I watched the images flicker faster before my mind's eye. These images. . . this past. . .they couldn't be mine. No. . .
Suddenly, I felt something twist inside of me, changing and melding my mind into something else. I screamed and clutched my head as the alien presence continued to invade my mind and morph it into something else, infusing it with memories that weren't mine.
That's when a tremor shook deep within me.
~
DONE! Okay. So it was really short, but I'm still working on the next part and I figured I better post something. Don't you love cliff hangers? ^_^ I know I do.
ANYWAYS. . .I will get to the next part soon. I promise! And PLEASE REVIEW! I'm gonna try and push for 100 reviews. Please? The more reviews I get, the faster I'll try to get the chapters out!
Oh, and about those who were wanting to know about the little girl, well here it is:
The little girl with the gray eyes who ran into Pietro was basically the one who was talking to Jenny in the second conversation. I didn't name her cause I thought I'd get too many names mixed up. Anyways, she was the one who also "planted" the tracking device on Pietro, the one that Jenny talks to Rogue about as her "connections." Basically, I wanted it to be where the young girl was actually an adult who put on the tracking device.
As for the age and appearance, well, I saw a show that had something like that, and I used the idea. I was originally going to incorporate into the conversation where the little girl said, "I did the job because after all, who would suspect a child?" . . . . Or something like that. But I didn't cause I thought it would be too easy to figure out. Got it now? Okay. ^_^
-----BOOM BOOM? Sorry, but I couldn't e-mail you the answer cause my e- mail's been acting up. -_-
Alright, I'm shutting up now. Ciao. ^_~