Hey everybody! Sparky's back! Sorry if its been a while, but I have two
other stories posted, and had to work on them! Okay, as promised, there
will be quite a bit of Carol/really bad memories in this chapter. IT MIGHT
BE A LITTLE BIT INTENSE! I'm just warning you guys now! Oh, and when I
submit each chapter, it won't keep the italics I have in my story, so
here's a little summary of what things mean:
/.../ = thoughts
~...~ = memories
Okay, that should do it! Hope you guys like the chapter!
Chapter Four Part1
It had been three weeks since Rogue and Amalie had come to Bayville. Nothing overly exciting had happened, battle wise, that is. It was generally Magneto sending Rogue and Amalie to get something, the X-Men stop them, they go home, end of fight. However, school was more interesting.
Turns out that Remy shares Rogue's last two periods. Ever since that day in the cafeteria, both had been out to nuke each other. Remy would do something to Rogue that would embarrass her, she would embarrass him twice as badly as the crime warranted, trying to press the idea that she wanted him to leave her alone. Unfortunately, he didn't seem inclined to acquiesce to her penchant, i.e., he didn't want to.
Rogue sighed as she flopped down onto her bed. That boy was going to drive her crazy!
/Really, I should think that you would be delighted to hop into his bed,/ Carol sneered, saying the first nasty thing in days.
/Pleahse, Carol. Not now! Ah'm exausted!/ Rogue groaned, rolling over onto her stomach.
Apparently, Carol wasn't in such a good mood today.
/Well, you should be, after all that running around you did last night!/
Magneto had sent Rogue and Lance to retrieve some data-chips from a science lab. They had, of course, been caught by the X-Men, which proceeded to go into another squabble. Rogue had ended up touching the red head, Jean Grey, and now Jean, Remy, and Piotr were all ganging up with Carol to annoy the crap out of her!
/Fat lota good thaht did,/ Rogue said, too tired to argue with Carol.
/Oh, too tired to be baited today? Well, I'll just have to try harder!/ Carol hissed.
Rogue sighed again, /Who shoved a stick up ya ass?/
/I don't have one anymore, remember?/ Carol snapped back, quieting Rogue.
/How many times do I have ta tell ya thaht Ah'm sorry!/ Rogue said after a few moments.
Carol refused to relent, /And what can "Sorry" do for me now, eh? If it isn't bad enough that I'm no longer in my own body, it's hellishly worse to be in the mind of my murderer!/
/But Ah didn' kill ya!/ Rogue said softly, though she was fighting a losing battle. /Pleahse, pleahse, just be quiet!/
Suddenly, it seemed as if Carol's voice was coming from all around her, and she was screaming, /Murderer! Liar! Deceiver! Backstabber! Thief! Evil!/
Rogue cried out, and curled up in a ball, her hands pressing tightly to her forehead, screaming at Carol to stop. Every last personality she had ever absorbed joined in the fray, and it sounded like she was in a large auditorium full of angry people, all screaming at her. Memories she had tried to forget became clearer and all the more cruel.
~Flashback~
She was back in her cell at the base. It was cold and wet, and people were screaming all around her. Fear flowed through her veins and she looked about her in terror.
~End~
"No, no, no," Rogue moaned, her head pounding.
~Flashback~
They would come for her soon. Experiment 6. Six always had been her lucky number..
One of the mutants had just been returned. She watched as they tossed her limp body into a cell close by. They seemed to find the most amusement torturing both her and the other unfortunate girl.
Oh, no. It was her turn now. They especially loved to give her electric shock. It was all fun and games for them.
Today would be worse, however. She knew that. She had heard them talking about it. About what they were going to do to her.
~End~
Rogue's breathing came out in fast, hard pants, and sweat began to bead on her forehead. She didn't want to remember this, she didn't want to remember what they did to her..
~Flashback~
It had always appeared to be a challenge for them, to figure out ways around her mutation. They had always loved it when they got near, their skin bared, and the fear of their touching sending her into screaming fits. They laughed. She didn't want them in her head.
But now, they were tired of waiting. Their leader had said they could do anything they wanted to the Caged Ones, and she was a pretty little specimen, after all. They had grown tired of the other Caged Ones, they wanted her.
The metal was cold and unrelenting as they attached the cuffs to her wrists. She knew she would get scars, could feel the blood oozing down as she fought against the bonds that held her to the table.
They wore plastic, to protect themselves. They weren't meant to touch her! No! They couldn't do this!
It hurt! It hurt so badly. They weren't gentle. They laughed and hollered. They touched her in places no woman should be touched. They used her.
My pet. That's what he called her. He found great sport in making her cry. He had specifically requested to be the head worker with her. He was big, too big.
~End~
Tears flowed from Rogue's eyes. Her body shook and she rocked herself back and forth, back and forth. Anger and fear warred within her.
~Flashback~
They tossed her back into her cell. She was limp and could not move well. She had to get out of here. It was the only way.
How long had she been in here? A week? A month? A year? It had been so long since she had last counted. There were no windows, she could not see the sun or the moon. It was all an endless cycle to her.
They had made her touch that girl. She hadn't wanted to. She fought and screamed, but they were stronger. Carol. That was her name, Carol. She and Carol had been the favorites of them. They enjoyed hurting them the most.
Well, Carol was no longer there. She was free. And yet she was just as trapped as before. And now she was stronger. Now she could fight them. Carol had lost her will to fight long ago. But she had not. She would be free. She would fly from here.
"I want to fly. I want to fly. I want to fly from here! I will fly from here!"
It was an endless chant. It was the only thing that kept her going.
~End~
Rogue was choking on her tears, and her body hurt, hurt so badly she could not move more than an inch.
Something was happening. Something was changing within her. She was losing control. Rogue was slowly slipping. She was losing.
Pain. She hurt. Why had Mystique sent her on that mission? Why had Mystique sent her to her doom? She was doing it for Mystique. She did it all for her mother. Mystique loved her. She would do whatever Mystique said. Rogue always did what Mystique said.
Mother. Mother had done that to her. Rogue's mind was spinning, becoming dim, hatred and malice and all other sorts of awful things were flowing through her. Mystique had sent her on the mission. the mission to retrieve some missing data chip she needed. Mystique had sent her to the building where she had been caught by the Machines.
Mystique. Mystique. Her mother.
Anger roared through her. Whose, she did not know. Her own, perhaps? Carol Danvers'? Remy LeBeau's? Piotr Rasputin's? The red head, Jean Grey? Any of the other mutants Rogue had encountered and touched? Rogue felt her common sense being dulled, felt herself as a whole become merely a spectator in her own body. Revenge, that's all she wanted, revenge. What had brought this on? No, no, she couldn't think about that right now. Revenge, she wanted revenge.
Rogue, or what was left of Rogue's personality, realized with horror that she no longer controlled her own body. IT was controlling her. IT was telling her what to do.
IT floated off the bed. IT's eyes were no longer green, but glowing red. IT would take care of Rogue. IT would seek revenge.
IT turned to the door and commanded it to open. Then IT glided slowly over to and out of the door, going down the hall, seeming almost ethereal in appearance. The host that held IT was naturally wraithlike at times, and IT enhanced that quality.
A body came out of the room next to the host. Rogue watched as IT looked at the body, and realized that that was Amalie who had exited the room. She watched in horror as IT raised her hand.
"Rogue? Wha's wrong, dahlin'?" Amalie asked. She wasn't prepared for IT, didn't realize what IT was going to do.
She didn't even have time to scream. IT placed IT's hand upon her cheek, both bare. The energy flowed through IT, strengthening IT. Amalie fell to the floor, unconscious, and Rogue fought to control her body once again. But she could not. There was a soft voice that gently pushed her presence back, "Not now. I am taking care of you."
IT went towards the stairs and began to float down them. There were voices coming from the kitchen, and IT went towards them. Wanda, Pietro, and Toad were all in there, arguing about something or another. Wanda noticed IT first.
"Rogue? Are you okay?" She asked, coming close. She didn't realize what would happen either, none of them did.
When she was within reach, IT placed the host's hand upon her cheek. Wanda's eyes widened, but she soon fell, her own energy going into IT. Pietro cried out in surprise, staring wide-eyed at his unconscious sister, and Toad sat there in stunned silence.
IT went to them. Toad had no chance. IT touched Toad, absorbing him. Pietro ran, he would be harder for IT to get.
"Father! Mystique! We've got a problem!" Pietro yelled when he got into the living room, where Mystique, Magneto, Pyro, Lance, and Fred were, talking about a new mission they were setting up.
Magneto looked up as IT glided into the room, his silvery eyebrows raised in surprise. Mystique shot up out of her chair, concern clear in her yellow eyes.
"What's going on?" Magneto said.
IT turned to Lance, who looked at her, gaping like an idiot. IT absorbed him. He offered no fight. Magneto seemed to realize that Rogue was not herself, and he brought the bar that held the curtains up around IT. That was like a fly to IT. IT was stronger.
IT turned to Magneto as IT removed the bar. IT watched Magneto while touching and absorbing Fred. Mystique cried out in horror, but IT was quicker than she, and caught her before she could run. Pietro, too. Magneto was the only one standing.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
"REVENGE." IT said. Magneto braced himself. What would happen next was unavoidable, and he knew it. IT touched him, and he fell. "IT DOES THIS FOR REVENGE."
Okay, Part 1 done. I'm sorry if that was a bit freaky! But, remember, I did warn you, this chapter was going to be intense. Part 2 is going to be IT absorbing the X-Men. And, don't worry, IT will be fully explained later on. Let's just say that Rogue's mutation is changing and advancing.
Don't worry, Part 2 should be up in a few days. ^_^V Sparky
/.../ = thoughts
~...~ = memories
Okay, that should do it! Hope you guys like the chapter!
Chapter Four Part1
It had been three weeks since Rogue and Amalie had come to Bayville. Nothing overly exciting had happened, battle wise, that is. It was generally Magneto sending Rogue and Amalie to get something, the X-Men stop them, they go home, end of fight. However, school was more interesting.
Turns out that Remy shares Rogue's last two periods. Ever since that day in the cafeteria, both had been out to nuke each other. Remy would do something to Rogue that would embarrass her, she would embarrass him twice as badly as the crime warranted, trying to press the idea that she wanted him to leave her alone. Unfortunately, he didn't seem inclined to acquiesce to her penchant, i.e., he didn't want to.
Rogue sighed as she flopped down onto her bed. That boy was going to drive her crazy!
/Really, I should think that you would be delighted to hop into his bed,/ Carol sneered, saying the first nasty thing in days.
/Pleahse, Carol. Not now! Ah'm exausted!/ Rogue groaned, rolling over onto her stomach.
Apparently, Carol wasn't in such a good mood today.
/Well, you should be, after all that running around you did last night!/
Magneto had sent Rogue and Lance to retrieve some data-chips from a science lab. They had, of course, been caught by the X-Men, which proceeded to go into another squabble. Rogue had ended up touching the red head, Jean Grey, and now Jean, Remy, and Piotr were all ganging up with Carol to annoy the crap out of her!
/Fat lota good thaht did,/ Rogue said, too tired to argue with Carol.
/Oh, too tired to be baited today? Well, I'll just have to try harder!/ Carol hissed.
Rogue sighed again, /Who shoved a stick up ya ass?/
/I don't have one anymore, remember?/ Carol snapped back, quieting Rogue.
/How many times do I have ta tell ya thaht Ah'm sorry!/ Rogue said after a few moments.
Carol refused to relent, /And what can "Sorry" do for me now, eh? If it isn't bad enough that I'm no longer in my own body, it's hellishly worse to be in the mind of my murderer!/
/But Ah didn' kill ya!/ Rogue said softly, though she was fighting a losing battle. /Pleahse, pleahse, just be quiet!/
Suddenly, it seemed as if Carol's voice was coming from all around her, and she was screaming, /Murderer! Liar! Deceiver! Backstabber! Thief! Evil!/
Rogue cried out, and curled up in a ball, her hands pressing tightly to her forehead, screaming at Carol to stop. Every last personality she had ever absorbed joined in the fray, and it sounded like she was in a large auditorium full of angry people, all screaming at her. Memories she had tried to forget became clearer and all the more cruel.
~Flashback~
She was back in her cell at the base. It was cold and wet, and people were screaming all around her. Fear flowed through her veins and she looked about her in terror.
~End~
"No, no, no," Rogue moaned, her head pounding.
~Flashback~
They would come for her soon. Experiment 6. Six always had been her lucky number..
One of the mutants had just been returned. She watched as they tossed her limp body into a cell close by. They seemed to find the most amusement torturing both her and the other unfortunate girl.
Oh, no. It was her turn now. They especially loved to give her electric shock. It was all fun and games for them.
Today would be worse, however. She knew that. She had heard them talking about it. About what they were going to do to her.
~End~
Rogue's breathing came out in fast, hard pants, and sweat began to bead on her forehead. She didn't want to remember this, she didn't want to remember what they did to her..
~Flashback~
It had always appeared to be a challenge for them, to figure out ways around her mutation. They had always loved it when they got near, their skin bared, and the fear of their touching sending her into screaming fits. They laughed. She didn't want them in her head.
But now, they were tired of waiting. Their leader had said they could do anything they wanted to the Caged Ones, and she was a pretty little specimen, after all. They had grown tired of the other Caged Ones, they wanted her.
The metal was cold and unrelenting as they attached the cuffs to her wrists. She knew she would get scars, could feel the blood oozing down as she fought against the bonds that held her to the table.
They wore plastic, to protect themselves. They weren't meant to touch her! No! They couldn't do this!
It hurt! It hurt so badly. They weren't gentle. They laughed and hollered. They touched her in places no woman should be touched. They used her.
My pet. That's what he called her. He found great sport in making her cry. He had specifically requested to be the head worker with her. He was big, too big.
~End~
Tears flowed from Rogue's eyes. Her body shook and she rocked herself back and forth, back and forth. Anger and fear warred within her.
~Flashback~
They tossed her back into her cell. She was limp and could not move well. She had to get out of here. It was the only way.
How long had she been in here? A week? A month? A year? It had been so long since she had last counted. There were no windows, she could not see the sun or the moon. It was all an endless cycle to her.
They had made her touch that girl. She hadn't wanted to. She fought and screamed, but they were stronger. Carol. That was her name, Carol. She and Carol had been the favorites of them. They enjoyed hurting them the most.
Well, Carol was no longer there. She was free. And yet she was just as trapped as before. And now she was stronger. Now she could fight them. Carol had lost her will to fight long ago. But she had not. She would be free. She would fly from here.
"I want to fly. I want to fly. I want to fly from here! I will fly from here!"
It was an endless chant. It was the only thing that kept her going.
~End~
Rogue was choking on her tears, and her body hurt, hurt so badly she could not move more than an inch.
Something was happening. Something was changing within her. She was losing control. Rogue was slowly slipping. She was losing.
Pain. She hurt. Why had Mystique sent her on that mission? Why had Mystique sent her to her doom? She was doing it for Mystique. She did it all for her mother. Mystique loved her. She would do whatever Mystique said. Rogue always did what Mystique said.
Mother. Mother had done that to her. Rogue's mind was spinning, becoming dim, hatred and malice and all other sorts of awful things were flowing through her. Mystique had sent her on the mission. the mission to retrieve some missing data chip she needed. Mystique had sent her to the building where she had been caught by the Machines.
Mystique. Mystique. Her mother.
Anger roared through her. Whose, she did not know. Her own, perhaps? Carol Danvers'? Remy LeBeau's? Piotr Rasputin's? The red head, Jean Grey? Any of the other mutants Rogue had encountered and touched? Rogue felt her common sense being dulled, felt herself as a whole become merely a spectator in her own body. Revenge, that's all she wanted, revenge. What had brought this on? No, no, she couldn't think about that right now. Revenge, she wanted revenge.
Rogue, or what was left of Rogue's personality, realized with horror that she no longer controlled her own body. IT was controlling her. IT was telling her what to do.
IT floated off the bed. IT's eyes were no longer green, but glowing red. IT would take care of Rogue. IT would seek revenge.
IT turned to the door and commanded it to open. Then IT glided slowly over to and out of the door, going down the hall, seeming almost ethereal in appearance. The host that held IT was naturally wraithlike at times, and IT enhanced that quality.
A body came out of the room next to the host. Rogue watched as IT looked at the body, and realized that that was Amalie who had exited the room. She watched in horror as IT raised her hand.
"Rogue? Wha's wrong, dahlin'?" Amalie asked. She wasn't prepared for IT, didn't realize what IT was going to do.
She didn't even have time to scream. IT placed IT's hand upon her cheek, both bare. The energy flowed through IT, strengthening IT. Amalie fell to the floor, unconscious, and Rogue fought to control her body once again. But she could not. There was a soft voice that gently pushed her presence back, "Not now. I am taking care of you."
IT went towards the stairs and began to float down them. There were voices coming from the kitchen, and IT went towards them. Wanda, Pietro, and Toad were all in there, arguing about something or another. Wanda noticed IT first.
"Rogue? Are you okay?" She asked, coming close. She didn't realize what would happen either, none of them did.
When she was within reach, IT placed the host's hand upon her cheek. Wanda's eyes widened, but she soon fell, her own energy going into IT. Pietro cried out in surprise, staring wide-eyed at his unconscious sister, and Toad sat there in stunned silence.
IT went to them. Toad had no chance. IT touched Toad, absorbing him. Pietro ran, he would be harder for IT to get.
"Father! Mystique! We've got a problem!" Pietro yelled when he got into the living room, where Mystique, Magneto, Pyro, Lance, and Fred were, talking about a new mission they were setting up.
Magneto looked up as IT glided into the room, his silvery eyebrows raised in surprise. Mystique shot up out of her chair, concern clear in her yellow eyes.
"What's going on?" Magneto said.
IT turned to Lance, who looked at her, gaping like an idiot. IT absorbed him. He offered no fight. Magneto seemed to realize that Rogue was not herself, and he brought the bar that held the curtains up around IT. That was like a fly to IT. IT was stronger.
IT turned to Magneto as IT removed the bar. IT watched Magneto while touching and absorbing Fred. Mystique cried out in horror, but IT was quicker than she, and caught her before she could run. Pietro, too. Magneto was the only one standing.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
"REVENGE." IT said. Magneto braced himself. What would happen next was unavoidable, and he knew it. IT touched him, and he fell. "IT DOES THIS FOR REVENGE."
Okay, Part 1 done. I'm sorry if that was a bit freaky! But, remember, I did warn you, this chapter was going to be intense. Part 2 is going to be IT absorbing the X-Men. And, don't worry, IT will be fully explained later on. Let's just say that Rogue's mutation is changing and advancing.
Don't worry, Part 2 should be up in a few days. ^_^V Sparky