To Touch Is To Heal
by: QuasiAngel
Disclaimer: Evo belong to Marvel... I'm just using them in an evil plot to make animated character do what I please... -and I'm not making any money off of it, so HA!
Note: I'm not good at cliffhangers. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Chapter 3- (You'd be surprise how many pairs of gloves that woman had.)
Rogue waited until she heard the door to the bedroom close to inspect the bathroom further. She was many bottles of soap and hair products and a lot of scented body sprays. There were a lot of candles placed about the room and many decorative towels. She noticed there were also a few holes in the walls and the floor, similar to the ones in the bedroom. She went over each wall like this, making mental notes of everything until she finally, her eyes rested upon the wall with the huge, body length mirror.
That's me, she said aloud. Pietro was right, she did look like a drowned rat. Her hair was still damp and it was knotted and plastered to her face. Dirt and her dark makeup had run down her face, making a trail of black, brown and purple from her forehead to her chin. Following her reflection down. she saw that she wore a black collar type choker attached to a green chiffon top with a black sportsbra type undershirt. Proceeding, she passed over her leather belt and shirt, black tights and black leather combat boots. Slowly, she began to undress, starting with her boots. She leaned over and unbuckled the many buckles that held them on and throw them in the corner of the room. Next, she undid her choker and then she removed her skirt, tights, panties, and green shirt. Lastly, she removed her black top and bra, shivering at the ever-present draft in the mansion. She was about to get into the tub when she stopped, looking back at herself, Ah gotta nice body. Ah must work out, she cocked a smile, but she stopped. She noticed what looked like a pink hand print on her left forearm, What the hell?
Meanwhile, in the kitchen-
You know the Professor is gonna be looking for her. What are we gonna do, hide her? She's eventually gonna remember and get pissed that we kept her here and-
Look Fred, she's been through enough tonight. We'll talk to her, try and jog her memory. Maybe if she has a good night sleep, she'll feel a little-
No Lance! She doesn't remember anything! She is not going to just remember everything overnight! Tabitha's head dropped and she shrugged, Maybe we should just call him. He's going to know she's here. Cerebro, remember?
Cerebro can't find her unless she uses her powers, yo! Todd said, dropping from the light fixture above the group.
Oh no! Tabs, did you leave gloves for her? I didn't noticed if she was wearing any when she came in. God, she probably doesn't even know she's a mutant, Lance said, running his hands through his hair.
Yeah, I took them out of Mystique's stash. You'd be surprise how many pairs of gloves that woman had, she paused in though and continued, Are you going to tell her? I mean, for our own safety?
I don't know, the leader answered, What do you think, Pietro?
The pale haired boy looked up and frowned, but didn't answer.
Yo, he doesn't believe her!
You don't? Freddy asked, turning from Rogue's cooking soup to the Quicksilver.
She says she doesn't remember, but who knows. Like I said earlier, this could be a trick. A sick trap! Pietro turned to Lance, It's just the last thing I'd ever expect to happen.
Tabby nodded, Yeah, how many people do you know get amnes-
Pietro interrupted her, No! Not just to have amnesia, but to have amnesia and end up here! Don't you think if she remembered anything, she would have ended up crawling back to Chuck?
Come on Pietro, maybe it was just a coincidence. I mean, think about-
Growing tired of his family's conversation, Lance quickly left the room and and violently throw himself into the nearest living room chair. He couldn't believe they were questioning Rogue's situation. He was glad she was back. The Brotherhood was whole again! Even though it's not the Rogue they know, it's still her. He sat there for a long time, half focused on his own thoughts, half focused on the ones of the four in the kitchen when he was suddenly interrupted.
To be continued-
