last time we left off Rogue was just entering a fitful dream about/with her dragon.
No matter how well Rogue had prepared herself for the possibility of another dream, she could never get used to the feeling of drifting weightlessly through a never ending void of tangible darkness. There was no real direction in this place; up and down were one, left and right a figment of the imagination…it was disconcerting to say the least.
Deciding that the voice wasn't going to speak first Rogue began, "Who is tha man in red? Are yah talkin about Magneto?"
"Er hat keinen Namen" the listless voice replied.
(he has no name)
"Look I can't really undastand what your sayin!" Rogue sighed frustrated with the communication barrier. She had learned as much German as possible in one freaking day, but she still didn't know much.
"Der Mann kommt…in rot" it breathily whispered somewhere from behind her.
(the man comes…in red)
"Ah kinda got that from our last 'talk.' Ok, so the man is coming in red, could yah elaborate justa lil? Lahke maybe give mah a profile?" The teenage mutant asked condescendingly. "Or maybe yah could jus' give mah yah real nahme!"
"Das ist von keiner Wichtigkeit"
(that is of no importance)
"How ahm Ah supposta trust yah if yah wont tell mah yah name?" Rogue screamed into her inky surroundings. She was growing quickly annoyed with this voice of hers.
"Vertrauen Sie nur sich!" came the powerful command from her (right?)
(Trust only yourself!)
"Ah am growin real tired of this, Don't cha undahstand! AH-DON'T-KNOW-GERMAN!" she roared, swinging her arms around in attempt to bat away the voice in rage.
"Behalten Sie Ihre Freunde zu schließen, aber behalten Sie Ihre Feinde naher!" it replied
(Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer!)
Letting out a sigh of defeat Rogue begrudgingly replied "Fahne, yah can jus' keep talkin away, see if Ah care"
"Sie werden Sie verraten" the voice began to drift away from her
(They will betray you)
"Er wird Ihr Untergang sein" and then, it was gone.
(he will be your downfall)
End Dream Sequence
Rogue woke, like the day before, body unceremoniously sprawled across her bed in a tangle of bed sheets. Growling to herself softly she ripped the covers off her body and stormed over to her wardrobe, grabbing out her usual outfit. (A/N: you know the green over-shirt, black gloves, tank top, skirt, leggings, and boots.) Unfortunately waking up her slumbering housemate in the process.
"Uhh, like Rogue? What are you doing?" Kitty sleepily asked, rubbing the little crusties from her eyes.
"Go back ta sleep Kitty" Rogue snapped
"Ugh, whatever! Just be like, quieter, some of us don't like waking up at FIVE A.M" Kitty sneered, rolling back over.
I have to find out what these dreams mean!
[why don't you just go to the professor] came the snippy reply of what Rogue deemed 'Cuss.' Which stood for Collective Unconscious of Stupid Shit.
After Xavier had gone into her subconscious and blocked out all the unwanted personalities of the mutants she had absorbed, something odd had happened. The blocked out powers and memories had melded together and formed a being all their own. Sometimes, the newly formed voice in her head would even converse with her…no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. But she wasn't worried at all because the professor said the mold of her absorptions couldn't take over her body, nor could it harm her.
Look Cuss, I don't have time to play with you right now…so leave me alone!
[It's not my fault you absorbed me! Your mind is my home now, and I wont just sit back and let you ruin it with your stupid dreams!] Cuss screamed back, knowing it would give her host a thundering migraine.
I can get the professor to block you out for a month--if that's what you really want Rogue snickered when she could feel Cuss's obvious fear of the Professor, after all, he's the one who locked it all away in the first place.
[Whatever, I could care less what you do.] was the clipped reply
Rogue-1 Cuss-0.
Walking to the kitchen, Rogue decided it would be best if she just translated her latest dream and kept it to herself. Everyone seemed on edge lately, tensions among the now smaller group of X-men had a choke hold on the normally friendly atmosphere. If she ran complaining to Xavier now she would just add to the gigantic load of problems and decisions resting on the poor mans shoulders; plus she always kept things to herself, why change now? She rummaged through the fridge, deciding a few minutes later on some good ol' milk to quench her thirst for now.
[Hey- aren't those other mutants supposed to come today?]
Milk and spit flew across the kitchen, splattering over everything in the liquids path.
Rogue-1, Cuss-1
End Chapter
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