Chapter Twelve
A/N: Helloooooo, reviewers!!!!! I'm just gonna warn you that this chapter contains quite a lot of pain and angst. So, if you're not into that sort of thing, then I suggest you just skim past the first couple of sections, at least. So on and enjoy this chappie [although it contains litres of angst!]
"Italics"...Rogue's inner voice. "Bold Italics"...Ssstttrrreeetttccchhheeeddd [stretched] words
Rogue clenched her teeth to prevent any noise of pain coming out as the men injected the needle mercilessly into her arm. Her whole body was ringing with pain and she felt her exposed arm becoming numb.
"Now. Are you gonna absorb that girl over there or are we gonna have to persuade you a bit more?" the big and ugliest of the men taunted, taking the needle out of her arm quickly. Rogue opened her eyes a bit to see the man who had spoken, getting another needle ready to be injected into the same arm as before. And the time before that. And the time before that.
Rogue didn't think she could take any more pain and she prepared to say yes. But then her eyes saw the terrified girl lying on the table next to her. Her eyes were shimmering with tears as she watched Rogue fight the men that were plunging needles into her. Rogue fought with the part of her brain that was saying, "Say yes, you fool! Say yes and all this pain will be over!"
"No! Ah ain't gonna absorb her!" Rogue fought with her inner voice.
"Rogue. Listen. If you don't listen to these men, then they will hurt you even more,"
"Ah don't care! Ah ain't gonna absorb her!"
"Rogue, you will have to, eventually. Say yes and your pain will be over,"
"For God's sake, NO!!!! Ah ain't gonna absorb her! She's innocent and young! She deserves to live her life!"
"Are you not innocent and young too? Do you not deserve to live your life as well?" her inner voice challenged and Rogue shut the voice out completely. She was shook out her reverie as a hand made contact with her cheek sharply.
"Answer me, you mutie! I ain't got all day!" the big man bellowed at her. Rogue looked at the girl on the table next to her, her cheek stinging.
"No. Ah'm not gonna absorb her!" she stated loudly. The man smirked.
"Fine. Have it your way," he smiled nastily and plunged the needle into her arm. Rogue clenched her teeth and shut her eyes as the pain started all over again.
THREE HOURS LATER
Rogue drew blood on the lip she was biting as the big man threw her into the cell, where Jose was huddled in a corner, head bleeding.
"Now, I don't wanna hear any noise from you muties till tomorrow, till the screams of pain start!" he laughed and shut the door, locking it. Rogue lay where she was, her body still ringing with the pain she had just experienced.
"Rogue? Are you okay?" Jose whispered, crawling over to the still form in the middle of the cell, ignoring the blood seeping out the open wound on her head. Rogue painfully raised her upper body and she winced sharply at the horrendous throbbing in her arm.
"Ah'm...fahne," she replied hoarsely. She noticed the wound on Jose's forehead and frowned.
"What happened to your head?" she asked, a wash of concern coming over her. Highly unusual for her,
"They hit me over the head with the hilt of a dagger when I wouldn't give them any information on any other mutants I knew," Jose explained quietly, tears that had refused to fall during her beating, fell now. Rogue sighed painfully and ripped the bottom of her shirt. She stretched the material carefully and began bandaging Jose's bleeding head.
Once she had finished, she lay on the hard mattress that was provided n the cold, dark and gloomy cell.
"What's your power, kid?" Rogue asked, lying with her arms by her sides, afraid that she stretched them, it would only cause more pain.
"I can shoot fire out of my right hand and ice out the left. It's kind of a dangerous combination," Jose tried to talk but was met with the burning in her throat. She coughed lightly.
"Cool," Rogue commented before drifting into an extremely troubled sleep.
IN THE MORNING
"Get up, filthy piece of dirt! Time for your training!" the big man kicked Rogue hard in her side as she opened her eyes to dimness and a lot of pain. She let herself be dragged to the room she was in yesterday, except instead of the girl on the table, there was a boy. The boy that Jose had described to her in full detail until Rogue felt that she had known him her entire life. Michael.
The man threw her onto the table and bolted her hands to the side, same with her feet. He then left her with Michael while he went to get to his tools for the day. Rogue shut her eyes and breathed shakily.
"Hey. I'm Michael," the boy greeted solemnly, tied up the same way as her. Rogue turned her head painfully to look at him.
"Hi. Mah name's Rogue," she introduced as he kept staring into her emerald eyes. They were full of so much pain, it was unbelievable!
"What's your power?" he asked in a strong English accent.
"Yah don't wanna know," Rogue sighed, staring at the white ceiling.
"Why?" Michael questioned curiously. Rogue felt unnecessary anger boil up inside her.
"Coz' yah don't wanna know! Can yah not get that intah your puny English brain???" she exclaimed, glaring daggers at him. (A/N: No offence to any English folk out there! Just want Rogue to be ticked off by him! Hee hee!") Michael seemed shocked by her outburst.
"Geez! I'm sorry! No need to get your knickers in a twist!" he said, looking at her face strangely. Rogue growled at him in such a way that Logan would have been proud.
"Keep your lame English puns to yourself, jerk!" she said, loudly. (A/N: Sorry again! No offence to any English out there!)
"Ugh! I cannot be bothered with the hostility of raging teens!" Michael said quietly. Rogue shook her head at him and looked away pityingly.
"Freak," she muttered under her breath but loud enough for him to hear. Michael stiffened as he suddenly realised who she was.
"Then what does that make you...sister?" he questioned. Rogue stiffened as well. She turned to look at him.
"Ah ain't your sistah!!!" she hissed angrily. Michael shook his head and turned away.
"Fine, then. Believe what you want, but deep down, you know that you are my little sister and I am your big brother. Don't forget it," he finished. Rogue turned to swear at him but was stopped by the big man that had entered the room. With a tray of power-stopping liquid, needles and electric shockers.
Rogue shuddered violently as the pain began again.
Suddenly, amidst the pain, she heard a voice that wasn't her own inside her head.
"Chere. Je viens. S'il vous plait, m'attend,"
A/N: Okay dokey, another chapter done! Wooh! I am exhausted. Anywayz, do not stop reviewing please, because I need your comments to decide what to do with the rest of the story. Flames are sort of welcome, but not because you're just doing it to put me down because I want some criticism on my story. Not because you don't like me! Okay? So RR please! And, I'll update soon!!!!
A/N: Helloooooo, reviewers!!!!! I'm just gonna warn you that this chapter contains quite a lot of pain and angst. So, if you're not into that sort of thing, then I suggest you just skim past the first couple of sections, at least. So on and enjoy this chappie [although it contains litres of angst!]
"Italics"...Rogue's inner voice. "Bold Italics"...Ssstttrrreeetttccchhheeeddd [stretched] words
Rogue clenched her teeth to prevent any noise of pain coming out as the men injected the needle mercilessly into her arm. Her whole body was ringing with pain and she felt her exposed arm becoming numb.
"Now. Are you gonna absorb that girl over there or are we gonna have to persuade you a bit more?" the big and ugliest of the men taunted, taking the needle out of her arm quickly. Rogue opened her eyes a bit to see the man who had spoken, getting another needle ready to be injected into the same arm as before. And the time before that. And the time before that.
Rogue didn't think she could take any more pain and she prepared to say yes. But then her eyes saw the terrified girl lying on the table next to her. Her eyes were shimmering with tears as she watched Rogue fight the men that were plunging needles into her. Rogue fought with the part of her brain that was saying, "Say yes, you fool! Say yes and all this pain will be over!"
"No! Ah ain't gonna absorb her!" Rogue fought with her inner voice.
"Rogue. Listen. If you don't listen to these men, then they will hurt you even more,"
"Ah don't care! Ah ain't gonna absorb her!"
"Rogue, you will have to, eventually. Say yes and your pain will be over,"
"For God's sake, NO!!!! Ah ain't gonna absorb her! She's innocent and young! She deserves to live her life!"
"Are you not innocent and young too? Do you not deserve to live your life as well?" her inner voice challenged and Rogue shut the voice out completely. She was shook out her reverie as a hand made contact with her cheek sharply.
"Answer me, you mutie! I ain't got all day!" the big man bellowed at her. Rogue looked at the girl on the table next to her, her cheek stinging.
"No. Ah'm not gonna absorb her!" she stated loudly. The man smirked.
"Fine. Have it your way," he smiled nastily and plunged the needle into her arm. Rogue clenched her teeth and shut her eyes as the pain started all over again.
THREE HOURS LATER
Rogue drew blood on the lip she was biting as the big man threw her into the cell, where Jose was huddled in a corner, head bleeding.
"Now, I don't wanna hear any noise from you muties till tomorrow, till the screams of pain start!" he laughed and shut the door, locking it. Rogue lay where she was, her body still ringing with the pain she had just experienced.
"Rogue? Are you okay?" Jose whispered, crawling over to the still form in the middle of the cell, ignoring the blood seeping out the open wound on her head. Rogue painfully raised her upper body and she winced sharply at the horrendous throbbing in her arm.
"Ah'm...fahne," she replied hoarsely. She noticed the wound on Jose's forehead and frowned.
"What happened to your head?" she asked, a wash of concern coming over her. Highly unusual for her,
"They hit me over the head with the hilt of a dagger when I wouldn't give them any information on any other mutants I knew," Jose explained quietly, tears that had refused to fall during her beating, fell now. Rogue sighed painfully and ripped the bottom of her shirt. She stretched the material carefully and began bandaging Jose's bleeding head.
Once she had finished, she lay on the hard mattress that was provided n the cold, dark and gloomy cell.
"What's your power, kid?" Rogue asked, lying with her arms by her sides, afraid that she stretched them, it would only cause more pain.
"I can shoot fire out of my right hand and ice out the left. It's kind of a dangerous combination," Jose tried to talk but was met with the burning in her throat. She coughed lightly.
"Cool," Rogue commented before drifting into an extremely troubled sleep.
IN THE MORNING
"Get up, filthy piece of dirt! Time for your training!" the big man kicked Rogue hard in her side as she opened her eyes to dimness and a lot of pain. She let herself be dragged to the room she was in yesterday, except instead of the girl on the table, there was a boy. The boy that Jose had described to her in full detail until Rogue felt that she had known him her entire life. Michael.
The man threw her onto the table and bolted her hands to the side, same with her feet. He then left her with Michael while he went to get to his tools for the day. Rogue shut her eyes and breathed shakily.
"Hey. I'm Michael," the boy greeted solemnly, tied up the same way as her. Rogue turned her head painfully to look at him.
"Hi. Mah name's Rogue," she introduced as he kept staring into her emerald eyes. They were full of so much pain, it was unbelievable!
"What's your power?" he asked in a strong English accent.
"Yah don't wanna know," Rogue sighed, staring at the white ceiling.
"Why?" Michael questioned curiously. Rogue felt unnecessary anger boil up inside her.
"Coz' yah don't wanna know! Can yah not get that intah your puny English brain???" she exclaimed, glaring daggers at him. (A/N: No offence to any English folk out there! Just want Rogue to be ticked off by him! Hee hee!") Michael seemed shocked by her outburst.
"Geez! I'm sorry! No need to get your knickers in a twist!" he said, looking at her face strangely. Rogue growled at him in such a way that Logan would have been proud.
"Keep your lame English puns to yourself, jerk!" she said, loudly. (A/N: Sorry again! No offence to any English out there!)
"Ugh! I cannot be bothered with the hostility of raging teens!" Michael said quietly. Rogue shook her head at him and looked away pityingly.
"Freak," she muttered under her breath but loud enough for him to hear. Michael stiffened as he suddenly realised who she was.
"Then what does that make you...sister?" he questioned. Rogue stiffened as well. She turned to look at him.
"Ah ain't your sistah!!!" she hissed angrily. Michael shook his head and turned away.
"Fine, then. Believe what you want, but deep down, you know that you are my little sister and I am your big brother. Don't forget it," he finished. Rogue turned to swear at him but was stopped by the big man that had entered the room. With a tray of power-stopping liquid, needles and electric shockers.
Rogue shuddered violently as the pain began again.
Suddenly, amidst the pain, she heard a voice that wasn't her own inside her head.
"Chere. Je viens. S'il vous plait, m'attend,"
A/N: Okay dokey, another chapter done! Wooh! I am exhausted. Anywayz, do not stop reviewing please, because I need your comments to decide what to do with the rest of the story. Flames are sort of welcome, but not because you're just doing it to put me down because I want some criticism on my story. Not because you don't like me! Okay? So RR please! And, I'll update soon!!!!