Hey everybody! Sorry it's been so long! But I have had major writers block!
It's horrible! I knew what was supposed to be in this chapter, but I
couldn't put it to words! And, I got a new puppy! Part Chihuahua part
Dachshund! She's only eight weeks old! So, I've been kinda busy with her,
too. Anyway, here's the next chapter! Hope ya'll enjoy!
More Than a Woman Chapter Five
The entire med-room was silent, besides the monitors beeping. Tension and horror were thick in the air.
Remy found it hard to breathe as he looked down upon the unconscious Rogue, and it was obvious that Ororo was having the same difficulties.
Covering Rogue's midsection and disappearing beneath her pants were thin scars. Most were small, but one ran from the bottom of her left breast to her right hip, still slightly pink, as if it had not been there long. On both of her wrists were scars that looked like she had worn some form of handcuff at one point. Silently, Logan turned Rogue over, so they could see her back. It, too, was covered in whip-like scars.
"Mon Dieu," Remy said hoarsely, his chest tight, "Who did t'is to de fille?"
Even Scott couldn't find any anger looking at Rogue's scarred body. Ro's eyes filled up with tears, and she put a trembling hand to her mouth. Logan went and stood beside her, rubbing her shoulders gently.
"I have a feeling that-"
Suddenly, the door burst open and Piotr and Amalie came running in. Amalie was extraordinarily pale, and Piotr didn't look all that happy either. Both Scott and Evan looked like they wanted to attack Amalie, but with a sharp look from the Professor, both held back.
"Oh mah Gawd!" Amalie cried when she saw her sister, and ran over to her. "Oh Rogue, whah didn' ya tell meh it was this bahd?" Gently, Amalie pushed some of Rogue's silvery white bangs away from her forehead.
The Professor nodded in acknowledgement of Piotr's presence, then turned to Amalie, "I take it she attacked you as well?"
Amalie looked up with a sheepish smile, guilt in her pretty violet eyes, "Did she attahck ya'll as wehll?"
Kurt nodded, "Ja, und it vasn't fun."
The Acolyte looked down in shame, "Ah'm so sorry! Ah mean, Ah know we're enemies an' all, but whaht has jus' happened wasn' fair."
"Who gave her these scars?" Ororo asked, lightly touching the longest one with her gloved hand.
"Can' ya tell?" Amalie growled, her eyes darkening, "Ah thought ya'll knew she spehnt three months wit' Trask."
"But surely he wouldn't." Evan said, looking back down at the pale figure on the bed.
The Professor wheeled himself over to Amalie, "I want you to tell me exactly what happened to you today."
Amalie nodded, "A'right. Wehll, Ah heard Rogue cryin', ya see, an' Ah was worried for her. Ah know very little of wha' happened ta her, but she's been havin' maghty awful nightmares lately. So, Ah wen' ta check on her, an' the next thin' Ah knew, she touched meh! When Ah woke up, Ah wen' downstairs ta see if she was still there, but all Ah found was mah entire team, includin' Mystique an' Magneto, unconscious, but no Rogue. Ah figured she might've come here, an' Ah beat all haste ta get here. Ah saw Piotr on th' way, an' he took me the rest of th' way. Pleahse, let meh take her bahck home."
Xavier shook his head, "I'm afraid that isn't possible. According to you, she touched all of your team members, and I know she's touched all of mine. It is easily assumed that she has at the very least one hundred personalities running through her head at the moment. I wish to get them out, or Rogue will go insane."
"Can ya get Carol out?" Amalie said hopefully.
"Carol?" Remy asked from his place by Rogue's head.
The red haired woman looked at them all in slight confusion, "Ya mean, ya'll don' know about Carol?" She looked uncomfortable now.
"No, kid, why don't ya tell us," Logan said gruffly, his eyes never leaving the now squirming girl's face.
"Rogue's gonna be mahd at meh, but oh wehll. If ya can help her, Ah would rather suffah her anger than th' torment she's been goin' through. Durin' her time at Trask's, he apparahntly made her touch anothah mutant, Carol Danvers, ta the point where Rogue completely ahbsorbed her. Carol is now lyin' comatose and her psyche is creatin' havoc in Rogue's brain."
Everybody's eyes widened, even the Professor, when Amalie finished. Remy felt his eyes burn at the thought of how much pain Rogue went through, and cursed himself for it. He was Remy, the Prince of Thieves, not some lovesick puppy dog who cried at the thought of his lover's pain. And Rogue wasn't even his lover! Yet.
"So, you are saying that Rogue has another personality in her brain that is full, not partial?" The Professor asked, to which Amalie nodded. "Well, this is amazing. What were Ms. Danvers' powers?"
Amalie looked a little squeamish, "Invulnerability an' flaght."
Rogue groaned from behind them, and everyone jumped, even Scott, and all gathered around her. Her head was rolling back and forth, and low moans were coming from her throat. Frankly, she looked awful, her skin pale and clammy, and deep circles underneath her closed eyes.
"No, no, no, too mahny, too mahny. Can' handle this! Hurts, hurts reahl bahd! Help meh!" Rogue cried, her body once more going into convulsions.
Remy softly cried out in fear, a very new experience for him. He held her hand tightly, and tried to hold her down. The Professor quickly positioned himself behind Rogue's head and placed his hands upon both sides of her skull.
~*~*~Inside Rogue's Head~*~*~
"Rogue? Rogue, can you hear me?" The Professor asked. Many voices were shouting at him, but none sounded like Rogue's. However, he recognized his once friend, Erik Lensher.
"Erik? Is that you?" The Professor called. In front of him wavered the form of Magneto, solidifying quickly.
Magneto bowed, "Hello, Charles. Are you trying to help Rogue?"
The Professor nodded, "Yes. Do you have full understanding of who you are and where you are?"
"Yes, I do," Magneto said, looking around the black space they were in, "I'm sorry about Rogue, I do not know what came over her."
Xavier waved that off, "Do you know where her psyche is?"
"At the moment, no," Magneto said, shaking his head, "I'm not close to her, therefore I am not guarding her psyche. However, if you call upon her sister, Mystique, or your student, Remy LeBeau, you might be able to get to her."
His eyebrow's shot up, "Remy?"
"M-hm, it appears your Gambit has quite the protective streak for Rogue," Magneto said dryly, giving Xavier a thin-lipped smile.
"How do I call upon them? It is important that I get Rogue conscious to the front, and soon, or she will be lost."
The master of metal nearly sneered at him, "Really, Charles, all you have to do is call. I would've thought you could have figured that out on your own." And with that, Magneto disappeared.
"Remy! Remy, it's the Professor," he tried, "Will you come here?"
A thick Cajun accent answered him, "Really, Prof'ssor, no need ta yell. Remy can hear ya jus' fine."
Coming towards him was Remy, and following him closely was Amalie.and Rogue. Amalie's psyche looked suspiciously at Remy, but Rogue clung to him, her wide green eyes darting around everywhere.
"Etre calme, petit celui, tout sera seulement l'amende,"*1 Remy said gently to Rogue, holding her gently, "Le Professeur souhaite vous aider."*2
Rogue looked at him with wide eyes, "Are ya shure?"
Remy nodded, smiling at her in a reassuring manner. Timidly, Rogue walked up to the Professor.
"Ah'm reahl sorry, Professah Xavier, Ah didn' wan' ta attahck ya'll! Reahlly, Ah didn'! But Ah couldn' stop mahself!"
The Professor nodded gently, "I know child, I know. Believe me, I understand your dilemma. It seems to me that something was taking over your mind."
Rogue's emerald green eyes shimmered with tears, "Yeah, an' Ah know wha' happen'd."
"What happened, Rogue?" The Professor asked, looking at her gently.
Suddenly, she shook her head, "Ah ain't gonna tell ya, Professah, sorry. Nobody's gonna share mah shame."
Remy quickly jumped in, "Petite, you can t'll Remy wh't happen'd to you, as well as de Prof'ssor."
Still, she shook her head stubbornly, "No, Ah won' do it." Then, her psyche began to waver and disappear. Remy and the Professor both called out to stop her from retreating, but neither were able to stop her. Amalie glared at them.
"Ya don' need ta tormen' her lahke thaht! 'Onestly, ya should beh ashahmed of yaself, Professah. If she doesn' wanna tell us wha' happen'd, then we shouldn' press her," Amalie said severly.
The Professor sighed, "I'm sorry. However, I am here to help, and I need to be able to help Rogue push all the psyche's back, so she can reemerge. Do both of you think you can help me with that?"
Both Remy and Amalie nodded as they, too, disappeared, Amalie still looking at the Professor angrily. A very familiar voice spoke up from somewhere behind him.
"I, too, shall help," the Professor's psyche said calmly.
Xavier had nearly forgotten she had touched him as well. He nodded and began to withdraw from Rogue's mind.
~*~*~Exit Rogue's mind~*~*~
The Professor sighed as he came back into his own body, then slowly opened his eyes. All around him peered nervous faces, all awaiting anxiously what he would say. Calmly, he smiled at them.
"Rogue has many psyche's within her right now, and she, personally, is withdrawing. If she is not able to push the psyche's back into a corner of her mind, she will never resurface. However, several of the psyche's she has absorbed, including mine, are going to try to help push everybody back. Scott, yours is making a particularly loud fuss," the Professor teased, causing said mutant to blush in embarrassment.
Remy looked at him apprehensively, "But de chere w'll be a'right, Prof'ssor?"
Amalie added her question, "Ya'll beh able ta help her, raght?"
Xavier smiled again, "Yes, do not worry. I'm certain, in time, the psyche's will merely take a corner of her mind, not all of it. I doubt I'll need to help, though, for several of the psyche's are being very helpful."
"Did ya... did ya meeht Carol?" Amalie asked hesitantly.
He shook his head, "No, I did not."
She looked visibly relieved, "Ah'm surprahsed. Thaht chienne is one mean thang."
Looking at her sympathetically, the Professor began to usher everybody out of the med room, "Come now, everyone. Rogue needs to rest."
The Acolyte stopped suddenly, a grimace on her pale features, "Ah'm sorry, Professah, but Magneto tol' meh ta brin' Rogue straight bahck."
The whole room burst into talking, all rejecting the idea that Rogue leave the building, each for their own reasons. With a raised hand, the Professor effectively silenced them all.
"I don't think it would be wise."
Amalie nodded, "Ah know, but Magneto was verah... firm abou' this. She has ta come bahck."
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Sorry it took me so long, guys! I've been really busy and my computer has been fizzing out and things like that! Not much of a cliff hanger, but I couldn't really think of a good one to end it on! Review! Sparky
More Than a Woman Chapter Five
The entire med-room was silent, besides the monitors beeping. Tension and horror were thick in the air.
Remy found it hard to breathe as he looked down upon the unconscious Rogue, and it was obvious that Ororo was having the same difficulties.
Covering Rogue's midsection and disappearing beneath her pants were thin scars. Most were small, but one ran from the bottom of her left breast to her right hip, still slightly pink, as if it had not been there long. On both of her wrists were scars that looked like she had worn some form of handcuff at one point. Silently, Logan turned Rogue over, so they could see her back. It, too, was covered in whip-like scars.
"Mon Dieu," Remy said hoarsely, his chest tight, "Who did t'is to de fille?"
Even Scott couldn't find any anger looking at Rogue's scarred body. Ro's eyes filled up with tears, and she put a trembling hand to her mouth. Logan went and stood beside her, rubbing her shoulders gently.
"I have a feeling that-"
Suddenly, the door burst open and Piotr and Amalie came running in. Amalie was extraordinarily pale, and Piotr didn't look all that happy either. Both Scott and Evan looked like they wanted to attack Amalie, but with a sharp look from the Professor, both held back.
"Oh mah Gawd!" Amalie cried when she saw her sister, and ran over to her. "Oh Rogue, whah didn' ya tell meh it was this bahd?" Gently, Amalie pushed some of Rogue's silvery white bangs away from her forehead.
The Professor nodded in acknowledgement of Piotr's presence, then turned to Amalie, "I take it she attacked you as well?"
Amalie looked up with a sheepish smile, guilt in her pretty violet eyes, "Did she attahck ya'll as wehll?"
Kurt nodded, "Ja, und it vasn't fun."
The Acolyte looked down in shame, "Ah'm so sorry! Ah mean, Ah know we're enemies an' all, but whaht has jus' happened wasn' fair."
"Who gave her these scars?" Ororo asked, lightly touching the longest one with her gloved hand.
"Can' ya tell?" Amalie growled, her eyes darkening, "Ah thought ya'll knew she spehnt three months wit' Trask."
"But surely he wouldn't." Evan said, looking back down at the pale figure on the bed.
The Professor wheeled himself over to Amalie, "I want you to tell me exactly what happened to you today."
Amalie nodded, "A'right. Wehll, Ah heard Rogue cryin', ya see, an' Ah was worried for her. Ah know very little of wha' happened ta her, but she's been havin' maghty awful nightmares lately. So, Ah wen' ta check on her, an' the next thin' Ah knew, she touched meh! When Ah woke up, Ah wen' downstairs ta see if she was still there, but all Ah found was mah entire team, includin' Mystique an' Magneto, unconscious, but no Rogue. Ah figured she might've come here, an' Ah beat all haste ta get here. Ah saw Piotr on th' way, an' he took me the rest of th' way. Pleahse, let meh take her bahck home."
Xavier shook his head, "I'm afraid that isn't possible. According to you, she touched all of your team members, and I know she's touched all of mine. It is easily assumed that she has at the very least one hundred personalities running through her head at the moment. I wish to get them out, or Rogue will go insane."
"Can ya get Carol out?" Amalie said hopefully.
"Carol?" Remy asked from his place by Rogue's head.
The red haired woman looked at them all in slight confusion, "Ya mean, ya'll don' know about Carol?" She looked uncomfortable now.
"No, kid, why don't ya tell us," Logan said gruffly, his eyes never leaving the now squirming girl's face.
"Rogue's gonna be mahd at meh, but oh wehll. If ya can help her, Ah would rather suffah her anger than th' torment she's been goin' through. Durin' her time at Trask's, he apparahntly made her touch anothah mutant, Carol Danvers, ta the point where Rogue completely ahbsorbed her. Carol is now lyin' comatose and her psyche is creatin' havoc in Rogue's brain."
Everybody's eyes widened, even the Professor, when Amalie finished. Remy felt his eyes burn at the thought of how much pain Rogue went through, and cursed himself for it. He was Remy, the Prince of Thieves, not some lovesick puppy dog who cried at the thought of his lover's pain. And Rogue wasn't even his lover! Yet.
"So, you are saying that Rogue has another personality in her brain that is full, not partial?" The Professor asked, to which Amalie nodded. "Well, this is amazing. What were Ms. Danvers' powers?"
Amalie looked a little squeamish, "Invulnerability an' flaght."
Rogue groaned from behind them, and everyone jumped, even Scott, and all gathered around her. Her head was rolling back and forth, and low moans were coming from her throat. Frankly, she looked awful, her skin pale and clammy, and deep circles underneath her closed eyes.
"No, no, no, too mahny, too mahny. Can' handle this! Hurts, hurts reahl bahd! Help meh!" Rogue cried, her body once more going into convulsions.
Remy softly cried out in fear, a very new experience for him. He held her hand tightly, and tried to hold her down. The Professor quickly positioned himself behind Rogue's head and placed his hands upon both sides of her skull.
~*~*~Inside Rogue's Head~*~*~
"Rogue? Rogue, can you hear me?" The Professor asked. Many voices were shouting at him, but none sounded like Rogue's. However, he recognized his once friend, Erik Lensher.
"Erik? Is that you?" The Professor called. In front of him wavered the form of Magneto, solidifying quickly.
Magneto bowed, "Hello, Charles. Are you trying to help Rogue?"
The Professor nodded, "Yes. Do you have full understanding of who you are and where you are?"
"Yes, I do," Magneto said, looking around the black space they were in, "I'm sorry about Rogue, I do not know what came over her."
Xavier waved that off, "Do you know where her psyche is?"
"At the moment, no," Magneto said, shaking his head, "I'm not close to her, therefore I am not guarding her psyche. However, if you call upon her sister, Mystique, or your student, Remy LeBeau, you might be able to get to her."
His eyebrow's shot up, "Remy?"
"M-hm, it appears your Gambit has quite the protective streak for Rogue," Magneto said dryly, giving Xavier a thin-lipped smile.
"How do I call upon them? It is important that I get Rogue conscious to the front, and soon, or she will be lost."
The master of metal nearly sneered at him, "Really, Charles, all you have to do is call. I would've thought you could have figured that out on your own." And with that, Magneto disappeared.
"Remy! Remy, it's the Professor," he tried, "Will you come here?"
A thick Cajun accent answered him, "Really, Prof'ssor, no need ta yell. Remy can hear ya jus' fine."
Coming towards him was Remy, and following him closely was Amalie.and Rogue. Amalie's psyche looked suspiciously at Remy, but Rogue clung to him, her wide green eyes darting around everywhere.
"Etre calme, petit celui, tout sera seulement l'amende,"*1 Remy said gently to Rogue, holding her gently, "Le Professeur souhaite vous aider."*2
Rogue looked at him with wide eyes, "Are ya shure?"
Remy nodded, smiling at her in a reassuring manner. Timidly, Rogue walked up to the Professor.
"Ah'm reahl sorry, Professah Xavier, Ah didn' wan' ta attahck ya'll! Reahlly, Ah didn'! But Ah couldn' stop mahself!"
The Professor nodded gently, "I know child, I know. Believe me, I understand your dilemma. It seems to me that something was taking over your mind."
Rogue's emerald green eyes shimmered with tears, "Yeah, an' Ah know wha' happen'd."
"What happened, Rogue?" The Professor asked, looking at her gently.
Suddenly, she shook her head, "Ah ain't gonna tell ya, Professah, sorry. Nobody's gonna share mah shame."
Remy quickly jumped in, "Petite, you can t'll Remy wh't happen'd to you, as well as de Prof'ssor."
Still, she shook her head stubbornly, "No, Ah won' do it." Then, her psyche began to waver and disappear. Remy and the Professor both called out to stop her from retreating, but neither were able to stop her. Amalie glared at them.
"Ya don' need ta tormen' her lahke thaht! 'Onestly, ya should beh ashahmed of yaself, Professah. If she doesn' wanna tell us wha' happen'd, then we shouldn' press her," Amalie said severly.
The Professor sighed, "I'm sorry. However, I am here to help, and I need to be able to help Rogue push all the psyche's back, so she can reemerge. Do both of you think you can help me with that?"
Both Remy and Amalie nodded as they, too, disappeared, Amalie still looking at the Professor angrily. A very familiar voice spoke up from somewhere behind him.
"I, too, shall help," the Professor's psyche said calmly.
Xavier had nearly forgotten she had touched him as well. He nodded and began to withdraw from Rogue's mind.
~*~*~Exit Rogue's mind~*~*~
The Professor sighed as he came back into his own body, then slowly opened his eyes. All around him peered nervous faces, all awaiting anxiously what he would say. Calmly, he smiled at them.
"Rogue has many psyche's within her right now, and she, personally, is withdrawing. If she is not able to push the psyche's back into a corner of her mind, she will never resurface. However, several of the psyche's she has absorbed, including mine, are going to try to help push everybody back. Scott, yours is making a particularly loud fuss," the Professor teased, causing said mutant to blush in embarrassment.
Remy looked at him apprehensively, "But de chere w'll be a'right, Prof'ssor?"
Amalie added her question, "Ya'll beh able ta help her, raght?"
Xavier smiled again, "Yes, do not worry. I'm certain, in time, the psyche's will merely take a corner of her mind, not all of it. I doubt I'll need to help, though, for several of the psyche's are being very helpful."
"Did ya... did ya meeht Carol?" Amalie asked hesitantly.
He shook his head, "No, I did not."
She looked visibly relieved, "Ah'm surprahsed. Thaht chienne is one mean thang."
Looking at her sympathetically, the Professor began to usher everybody out of the med room, "Come now, everyone. Rogue needs to rest."
The Acolyte stopped suddenly, a grimace on her pale features, "Ah'm sorry, Professah, but Magneto tol' meh ta brin' Rogue straight bahck."
The whole room burst into talking, all rejecting the idea that Rogue leave the building, each for their own reasons. With a raised hand, the Professor effectively silenced them all.
"I don't think it would be wise."
Amalie nodded, "Ah know, but Magneto was verah... firm abou' this. She has ta come bahck."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~**~~*
Sorry it took me so long, guys! I've been really busy and my computer has been fizzing out and things like that! Not much of a cliff hanger, but I couldn't really think of a good one to end it on! Review! Sparky