Evolution
"Damn it Swamp Rat!" Rogue screamed chasing the Cajun around the entire base. "Ya took mah mission!"
The mission she was referring to was not hers, and she knew it. But it was a simple theft that she could handle and Magneto gave it to Remy instead of Rogue. And it royally pissed her off.
"Rogue I have something to show you while Remy is away," Magneto interrupted, "which is why I chose him for the job instead of you." The smirk that was on Remy's face quickly changed to a frown. 'So I'm not better than Rogue after all. She is his favorite,' he thought to himself. 'Merde.'
Rogue just stuck her tongue out at him as he left for the mission. He returned the gesture with a one finger salute and slammed the door behind him.
"So boss, Whatcha wanna show me?"
"Well, at one point, I had developed an evolution machine. Unfortunately, that version was destroyed," Magneto told her. "The good news is, I have created another one, only this one is less powerful. If you chose to use it, I believe that it will evolve you enough to allow you to have physical touch, only for a limited time though."
"Hey, a limited time is better than no time, ain't it?" she responded.
"This process may be dangerous to you, Rogue, so the choice is yours."
"Could it be fatal?" she asked, although not really caring about the answer. She had just about made up her mind.
"It could be, but it is highly unlikely that it is," he said.
"Alright, Ah'll do it," she answered and he led her to a small room towards the back of the complex. Once inside, he opened the door to a machine that could fit a person inside. She stepped inside and he closed the door.
"This may take some time, my dear," Magneto said to her. "If for any reason you need to get out before the process is finished, just press that button," he said indicating a large blue button beside the door in the machine. She nodded and he started it up.
Rogue felt like she was in a tanning bed with all of the lights that were shinning at her. Only tanning beds don't have lasers that are pointing at you in all different angles. It wasn't hot, but the lights made her dizzy and light-headed.
A half hour went by and Remy was already back. It was indeed a short and simple mission. The rest of the Acolytes filled him in on what Rogue was doing and he got worried. He knew it was a dangerous process and he didn't want Magneto risking his partner in crime.
Remy ran back to the room Rogue was in and as he walked in, the evolution was finishing up. The machine automatically shut down and the door opened. The gothic teen stumbled out and nearly fell. Good thing Remy was there to catch her. He carried her back to her room and set her on the bed.
"Hey swamp rat," she mumbled almost incoherently. Her voice was hoarse and she still felt dizzy.
"You alright, river rat?" he asked her.
"Yeah, Ah think Ah just need some rest..." she trailed off and her eyes focused straight ahead. Remy tried to get her attention, but she was just staring into space. She was as stiff as a board, her breathing was sharp and uneven and her eyes began to cry tears of blood.
Remy didn't know what to do. He couldn't touch her because he wasn't certain that the evolution worked. He could only sit and wait.
Inside Rogue's head, she could see all of the psyches of the innocent people she had absorbed in the past, all dancing around and laughing at her. 'Stop it,' her mind screamed, but the only seemed to get more obnoxious. Bright flashing lights accompanied the tormenting inside her head, while in the real world, she saw nothing but black. She faintly heard Remy calling to her and she felt warm liquid streaking from her eyes down her face, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her muscles were shut down and her mind took over. The nightmare world inside took over.
Then she felt another feeling, the feeling of a hand against her shoulder through her shirt. It was a hesitant touch, but it caused the flashing lights to stop. Another hand touched her other shoulder and the psyches stopped dancing and laughing. Remy's voice became clearer and the real world started to become lighter. The hands shook her shoulders in what felt like slow motion and the psyches floated away. She could finally see that the hands belonged to Remy and she looked up and saw his concerned face.
When he saw that she was back into reality, he grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood from her face.
"You ok, chere" he asked, very relieved that she was breathing evenly and no longer stiff.
She replied by throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. "Thanks sugah. Ah'm fine now." She let go of him and got up. She was really hungry and had a craving for lots and lots of chocolate. Before she left, she ran back over to Remy and kissed him on the cheek and ran out. The Cajun sat confused on the no-longer-untouchable's bed completely confused about what just happened.
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