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I had a pounding headache the next day when I woke up around nine. I knew that I should have gotten more sleep the previous night, and I probably would have if that damned Cajun hadn't shown up. Since he decided to drop by, the voices broke free and refused to shut up, keeping me awake for about an hour and half. Hence the enormous lack of sleep.

I dragged myself out of bed and reluctantly dressed, forcing myself to go downstairs to eat. If I wasn't awake by ten, Kitty would come up and make me wake up, and if I refused, she would freak out and start saying that I was sick. That wasn't exactly something that I wanted at the moment, either.

Logan glanced up at me when I entered the kitchen, watching me for a moment. "Ya look tired, Stripes," he commented, turning a page in the paper.

"That's the makeup," was my automatic reply as I rummaged in the cabinets for something to eat.

Logan nodded and turned back to the paper. He probably didn't believe me, but I didn't care at the moment. I just wanted my headache to go away.

I drank my cup of orange juice and left the kitchen, heading for the rec room. What I saw when I got there made my stomach flop. Scott and Jean were sitting on the couch together, and Kurt and Kitty were together. What was going on? People were deciding to get together? I was suddenly reminded of my curse when the obnoxious Pyro voice in my head shouted that I couldn't touch anyone. I'll kill that damn Aussie if it's the last thing I do.

I headed for the foyer, intending to leave and head outside when Professor Xavier caught up to me.

"Ah, Rogue, just the person I've been looking for," he commented, wheeling up to me.

He was looking for me? Why? Did he know about the voices? What was he going to do? Calm down, said a voice. For all I knew, it could be one in the collection I had in my head. But at the moment, I didn't care.

"Rogue, would you like to play a game of chess with me?" he asked.

That threw me off. I mean, what reason would he have to play chess with me? I wasn't known for playing it. Heck, I hardly knew how to play. I'd played a bit a few years ago, but I had forgotten it. I wasn't a challenge for a genius like the professor. "Ah'm not the best, Professor," I admitted a bit awkwardly.

"Then let this be a learning experience for you," he replied with a smile and a mysterious glint in his eye. I couldn't tell what the other look in his eye was. I slowly nodded and he led me to his study where he already had a chess set waiting on a table. A sat down, nervous about how I was going to do. Professor Xavier smiled encouragingly.

"Your move," he said.

I slowly nodded and looked at the chessboard. Suddenly, I heard a small whisper in my ear, it seemed. The quiet voice was telling me what and where to move.

Trust me, it added softly.

I swallowed and reached a shaky hand to move the finely carved chess piece.

The smile disappeared off of Professor Xavier's face and he quickly moved a piece. As the game progressed, the whisper was ever present in my ear, telling me where to move. Soon, I didn't even hear the voice, and I was just moving the pieces with a confidence that I had never known before. Professor Xavier didn't seem to be expecting this. As the game progressed, I began to think ahead, predicting his moves. There was something in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was. He soon began predicting mine, and we were countering each other's moves so complexly, that in the beginning, I didn't understand it. But quickly, the logic sunk in, to where I didn't even have to try and figure it out; I automatically knew it. Finally, the professor caught me in a checkmate.

"Good game, Rogue," he commented, extending his hand.

"Thank you, Charles," I replied, shaking his hand.

Professor Xavier froze. "What did you call me?" he asked slowly, his brown eyes searching mine.

My mind seemed to be stuck in neutral. Oh God, I thought. "Professor," I corrected quickly. I was itching to get out from under his intense gaze and figure out what had happened. I couldn't bear for him to scrutinize me. "Ah've…got to go." That was probably one of the most cliché lines I've ever heard, and one of the lamest, but I didn't care. I tore from the room, not caring about what Professor Xavier thought, only to get out of there. I ran out of the Institute. The Professor could find me too easily there. I pushed out of the gate and ran into town, my legs taking me much faster than normal. I didn't know where I was going, nor did I care. I just went where my legs took me.

Where I ended up, I almost couldn't believe. I was right in front of the Brotherhood house. "What the hell is going on!" I wanted to scream.

Suddenly, the front door opened. "What do you want?" Wanda demanded, her fists preparing to fire hex bolts at me. She was watching me with suspicious eyes, waiting for me to make a move.

I didn't need this right now. I couldn't deal with it. So I ran. I turned on my heel and bolted away into the industrial part of Bayville. I needed to get away and find a secluded spot to figure everything out.

I found myself in an alleyway between a pizza parlor and a bookstore. My chest heaved as I caught my breath, afraid of what had happened.

You weren't afraid when it was happening, commented a voice softly.

"I didn't know what was going on," I countered out loud. "I didn't know that you were trying to take over."

I didn't try; you let me.

I groaned and slammed my fist into the wall, irritated with the voices and myself. "Just leave meh alone!" I groaned.

I can't do that. What you can do, though, is to let me take over.

A shockwave of fear ripped through me. So that was what was going on! They wanted to take over and leave me an empty shell. No, I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't. I had to fight: to win. This would be the ultimate test. If I was strong enough, I would win.

Too bad you feel that way, commented the voice. It suddenly struck home: that was Magneto! If he took control…I would end up slaughtering innocent people; people who oppressed mutants. I hated what they did, but I didn't want to hurt them!

Suddenly, I felt a blinding pain in my head. I stumbled backwards, my vision turning white. Another blast of pain struck, followed quickly by another and another. I groaned, trying to find Magneto in my head and confine him. But the more he struck and tried to oppress me, the more elusive he became and the weaker I was.

"Chere? Are y' okay?" asked an accented voice.

I groaned, knowing it was Gambit, the thrice-damned Swamp Rat. Wait, maybe he could help me!

"Chere? Rogue?" he asked. His voice was faint, and I hardly heard him at all. I wanted to scream for him to help me, and for him to be able to help. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't do this.

Stop thinking that! cried Kitty's hysteric voice. You can win!

But the more I fought and tried to regain control, the more I came to realize that I was going to lose. Finally, it felt like my head was hit with a wrecking ball. The pain exploded in my head, quickly spreading through my body. A moment later, I couldn't feel a thing. My whole body had gone numb.

"Rogue!" Gambit cried.

The rest of the voices in my head screamed my name, while one rang loud and clear, his laughter mocking me. In that instant, I knew that I had lost. Finally, my white vision shifted to black and I was utterly lost as I felt that I had lost consciousness.

I think I did pretty good on this chapter. How do YOU think I did? Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've started work at Burger King, so I haven't had much time between that and church. And I haven't gotten a good idea for a while. Sorry.

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