Disclamier: When I don't take a bath, I take it out on the slaves.
Review Response:
EvilWhiteRaven—Thanks! Wanda. Wanda kills Ally a few times over. Rogue's time will come. Oh, god, that's awful. That sounds like /such/ morbid humor right now. God, smack me.
Turquoise—I like violence! You can kick Remy all you want, just don't damage it. I suggest her Misfit Chronicles, or her random one shots. Or just read all of them! WOOHOO! I usually update every other day. Well, on the 13th, I'm leaving for my cabin for a week, so I won't be updating. But I'll have my lap top, so you can bet that I'll be writing!
TheDreamerLady—More descriptions of Remy... Sure. I'll add some in, don't worry! I couldn't spell earlier too. Them I invested in learning how to spell, and Microsoft Word! Woot! Lorna rocks. And I think I'll join you two in going insane!
Ishandahalf—I know! I lurve them both so much as the cutest little couple! Make sense much, ASGT? Now I'm speaking to myself... I've finally done it. I've gone insane! If I am Insane, which I am, then Remy is dense. So Remy is as dense as I am insane. So that mean's... He's pretty dense. You make me laugh so hard I can't type. Well, that and my conversations in IM, in which I'm telling one guy to find a cow to play with, and telling Kat that this one person thought she was a porn robot. Drama... ROCKS! WOOT! Yeah, poor Rogue. Gotta counsel her. Actually, Emma isn't too much of a bitch. Just... getting her point across. I love dropping subtle hints. It confuses people.
IvyZoe—I attempt to reveal why in this chapter, but if you're still confused, ask me. Rogue has always seemed like the type to be a cutter to me. And finally, I find a way to add it in! WOOT!
TheHotChick—I enjoy prolonging my victims, I mean, reviewer's torture. It's lots of fun to see how long they can take this before they start knocking on my door with pitchforks. Oh no, here they come! HIDE ME!
RikaTabithaStarr—I'm not too sure I understand your question. Which makes me sad, because it is a relatively simple question. So, either I'm much to smart to get simple things, or I'm just stupid. I'm going with the first option here on this one.
SickmindedSucker—Your reviews are always good to make me a laugh. Kill Betsy away! Oo! Good idea! Kill Betsy: Volume 1. ::grin:: Ooh, another possible dream sequence? Trickysy, yo! Kat and I have this little character that we like to call EVIL! LOGAN! Because, he just can. It's the homicidal, sometimes stupid, over protective side of Logan. He's appeared in the Game of Heart's Trilogy, and he's fun to write. If you smacked him, it would either make him want to kill you, or just not do a thing. Healing factor. Actually, I imagine it would hurt your hand, so you wouldn't be able to bring me my reviews! Woot! Yes, it should have been right. DAMN ANIMATORS! Even though I love them.
Star-of-Chaos—Mehbeh. ::Dr. Evil hand thing. You know, when he puts his pinky to his mouth?::
Keika—Haven't had to read that story yet, so I think I'll assume it's boring. I've done stuff like that too, only I have apsolutley NO artistic talents what so ever. Which be sucky. Well, I would have mediocre artistic talents, if we had a scanner that worked. The thing doesn't scan! ERUGH!
Loneraven—Thanks!
DreamCatcher89—All will be revealed in this chapter.
DemonicGambit—Soon... Hm... I don't know how soon this "soon," shall be.
Enchantedlight—No problem! Thanks!
Oh no! It's the SAD chapter! Actually, this is one of my favorites. It's depressing, but I like it!
Oh, and I just want to thank all you guys for these reviews! Never in a bajillion years did I expect to get this many reviews! So... WOOT! Cookies for all!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KAT MAXIMOFF, HARRY POTTER, J.K. ROWLING AND NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!
"Why am Ah here again?" Rogue said, frowning and looking at the woman who sat across from her.
"I'm a qualified sex therapist," Emma said, smiling.
"So… Answer mah question."
"Rogue…" Emma warned. "It has been brought to my attention that you started cutting again…"
"No, Ah haven't," Rogue lied.
"Telepath, darling," Emma said, tapping her head. "Now, tell me why."
"Ah don' see how this has anythin' ta do with sex," Rogue said testily.
"It has everything to do with sex. You know it."
"No. It doesn't."
"Yes. It does."
"How does it have ta do with sex then?" Emma sighed and tucked one foot under her self.
"Rogue, think over the past few years. Tell me when this started. When you stopped. Don't leave anything out," The last part sounded like a threat, so Rogue began speaking.
"First when Ah first joined tha Brotherhood. Ah stopped after Ah met 'Risty,' an' Ah started again after us mutants were exposed, an' after tha concert… It went on through me helpin' Apocalypse, pushin' Mystique. Ah stopped after Remy kidnapped me an' brought me to New Orleans…"
"I didn't know about this," Emma leaned forward, intrigued.
"Old news. Ah started again when Pheonix happened. Ah stopped when Ah…" Rogue trailed off. "Ah stopped after that night. Ah was under so much surveillance, everyone was actin' like Ah was glass an' was gonna break at any minute."
"Rogue, I realize this may be hard for you, but tell me, what exactly happened that night."
"Fine. Ah was finishin' mah senior year, an' as tha only Mutant in tha class, Ah was the subject of so much torture… Every day Ah'd come to school an' find mah locker filled with hate notes, death threats, an' everythin'. Someone even took it ta heart ta make an obituaty fer meh. Ah remember it. 'Rouge. No other name known. Died of suicide at age 19. She had no friends, and was a known mutie. Everyone hated her an' the world is a better place now that's she's gone. We all here at Bayville High hope she burns in Hell where she belongs.' There was also a letter plannin' on how they would kill me. They'd rape me, an' torture me, an' kill me. They were idiots. Not like they could. But still…No one did anythin' ta stop it. So, that afternoon… Ah came home…"
"Hey, Rogue!" Jean's voice said when Rogue entered the front door that day.
"Hi," She replied not meaning it at all.
"How was your day?"
"None of your business."
"Fine, sorry. Don't need to freak out on me…" Jean was still recovering from Phoenix. As was Scott. It's not every day your girlfriend is possessed by a god.
Rogue walked up to her room,
shut the door, locked it, light a few candles and put on loud angry
music. Linkin' Park's /Breaking the Habit/ blasted in her ears as she
took a X-acto blade, blood dried on it, from her secret place
behind her head board. Sitting on her bed, she rolled up her sleeves
and cut her wrists. Not too deep, but deep enough to die. She then laid
down on the bed and let un-conciousness wave over her.
"ROGUE!" Kitty's loud voice was heard. "I NEED TO BORROW YOUR MASCARA! I RAN OUT OF MINE FOR MY DATE WITH LANCE!" When Kitty heard no answer, she phased through the door to see Rogue, pale, unconscious, surrounded by blood. She looked beautiful, in a strange, morbid way. Like a dying angel. "Oh my god…" Kitty breathed, scared. "Oh my god…" Then a thought occurred to her. She wasn't dead. Rogue's chest was still moving up and down slowly. She could still survive. "HELP! HELP! PROFESSOR! JEAN! SCOTT! PIOTR! ORORO! HANK! KURT! LOGAN! REMY! HELP!" She screamed these both vocally and mentally. Within thirty seconds, the sound of footsteps was heard out of the room as Kitty unlocked the door, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Oh my god…" Jean whispered, clinging to Scott, burying her face in his shirt and sobbing.
"She's not dead yet. We need to save her!" Kitty cried, hysterical. The people gathered outside didn't need a second telling. Logan picked Rogue up while Remy took off his shirt, ripped it in two, and tied each half around her cuts, trying to stop the blood.
"How long has it been?" Xavier asked, shocked.
"I don't know. I just found her like this… She'll be all right… Won't she Professor?" No answer. "Won't she?"
"I don't know…" Was Xavier's solemn answer.
"Ah woke up a few days later. They kept meh in tha hospital fer a few weeks afterwards. There had been a constant vigil over meh. Everyone was careful what they said, what they did around me. Ah couldn't shave. They took away mah razor, even though Ah didn' use it ta cut. That was tha time when ya'll arrived. Xavier made it so Ah could still graduate. Everyone at school thought Ah had died. Seein' their faces when Ah came up ta get mah diploma, it was hilarious," Rogue let out a nervous laugh.
"And you stopped after that?" Emma asked, looking over her un-necessary glasses at Rogue.
"Yeah. But after Ah killed Carol… Well… Ah didn' kill 'er. Jus'… killed her brain. Ah tried ta start again, but Ah couldn't. But when ah tried ta do it a few nights ago… It worked. Logan said it was because Ah was havin' irregular brain waves an' mah powers were havin' a few complications."
"Why did you cut last time, Rogue?" Emma asked, taking a sip of her tea.
"Ah walked in on Remy an' Betsy. Now, Remy's mah best friend, an' Ah can't stand Betsy, but…" Rogue trailed off.
"See? I told you this had everything to do with sex. From what I can tell, Rogue, you like Remy. And the fact that you can't be with him in a sexual manner angers you. And so seeing him with Betsy made you jealous. Jealous of Betsy, jealous of what they could do together, am I right?" Rogue made no move to answer. "All right. Well, we've been here for an hour already, and I need to go speak with Charles about getting some anti-depressants for you. You're free to go."
"Hey, Emma?"
"Yes, Rogue…"
"Thanks…" Why was she saying this? She didn't want to thank Emma. She didn't need to. She didn't want to. She hadn't needed Emma's help. So why was she thanking her?
"You're welcome," Emma smiled before leaving the room.
Rogue frowned at the bottle of Prozac in her hand. She had avoided Remy and Logan at all possible costs by ducking into the Library. She picked up the library phone and dialed a number.
"Wanda?" Rogue asked the phone.
"No, it's the phone," Wanda said sarcastically from her end. "What is it, Rogue?"
"Nothing much… Ya wanna come over? Have a girl's night?" Rogue said the name with discust, it was obvious she was making fun of half the girls at the institute.
"Two nights in a row?" If Wanda could see Rogue, she was nodding. "Rogue, I'm on the phone with you. I can't see if you're nodding or not."
"Yeah, Ah'm noddin'."
"Sure. Need me to bring anything?"
"Anythin'. Everythin'."
"Something wrong?"
"No, nothin's wrong. Ah'm jus' on Prozac as of this afternoon."
"Oh my god! What happened? You didn't… did you?"
Rogue smacked her head against the table. "Yes. I've been found out and have been subjected to therapy with Emma. Now, hurry up an' come over."
"Be over there in five. C'ya!" Wanda said relatively cheerfully. Rogue rolled her eyes as she shut the phone down. Leaving the library, Rogue began to slowly make her way to the foyer, so, Wanda would be saved from being interrogated by anyone and everyone. After all, no one suspects the Spanish Inquisition. [1] Especially when it is delivered by mutants.
"Cookie dough… Phish Food, Cookies N' Cream…" Wanda said, laying the pints of ice cream on Rogue's bed.
"Nice stuff," Rogue nodded.
"And for movies, I raided our collection, and came up with these," Wanda held out a collection of movies.
"Night at the Roxbury, The Lord of the Rings, The Breakfast Club, wow, you guys have odd selections. Scary Movie, The Exorcist, The Shinning… A lot of 'The somethin's'," Rogue said, looking up at Wanda.
"I live with odd people," Wanda replied. "Who all happen to leave odd movies. Tabitha left Night at the Roxbury, and I think you left The Breakfast Club…"
"Ah like that movie!" Rogue complained.
"No, it's a good movie. You just don't seem like the type to watch it."
"Shut up!" Rogue frowned, throwing her pillow at Wanda. Wanda retaliated, and soon the two women were engaged in a pillow fight.
"Er… Is Remy interruptin' somet'ing?" Remy asked, leaning against the door post. Rogue and Wanda froze in mid-whack.
"No," Rogue said, looking at Remy. "What do ya want?"
"Oh, dat sounded rude."
"Ah didn' mean it ta be rude. What are ya doin' here then?"
"I jus' wanted t' see how two o' Remy's t'ree favorite ladies are doin', 'specially y', Rogue," Remy looked at them both.
"Hi to you too, Remy," Wanda smiled. "I'm fine, how are you?"
"Bien."
"Ah'm fine. Prozac makes me all happy inside. So happy Ah feel like singin'," Rogue said sarcastically.
"Are y' mad at me?" Remy asked honestly.
"Why would she be mad at you?" Wanda asked. Remy looked at her. "Oh, oh. You sounded the alarm, right?"
"Yes, I did. But it was out of de kindness o' me heart."
"Ya don' have a heart," Rogue pointed out.
"True," Remy nodded. "Well, actually, I seem to 'ave misplaced it. I t'ink dat Betsy has it…" Rogue and Wanda rolled their eyes. Cheeseyness. "So, are y' okay?"
"Yes, Ah'm okay," Rogue said.
"Den give Remy a hug." Rogue looked at Remy. She didn't want to give him a hug. But yet she did. So, Rogue gave Wanda a look and walked over to Remy and hugged him. He was easily almost a foot taller than her, so she hugged him around the mid-section. "Can I get a hug, or is dat pushin' it?"
"That's pushing in," Wanda nodded. "Wait, no. That's us pushing you down the hall in a stretcher." Rogue let go of Remy and retreated back to Wanda.
"Ya're a bad boyfriend," Rogue pointed out. "Ya come around ta other rooms an' ask fer hugs. What's next? Free sex?"
"Y'd take it," Remy pointed out.
"Maybe Ah would, maybe Ah wouldn't."
"All I want to know, is how Betsy puts up with you this much," Wanda said, frowning.
"So, y' two havin' a girls night?"
"Yes, what's it ta you?" Rogue questioned Remy.
"Jus' wonderin' if I could be a girl for de night an' join y'," Rogue looked at Wanda. Wanda looked at Rogue.
"On one condition…"
1) Monty Python! That's the second bit of Monty Python humor. The first one didn't seem appropriate to interrupt, and just kinda happened on accident. Morbid humor. Find it if you can!