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Rogue opened he eyes and found herself lying in a hospital bed bright lights were shining among the spotless white walls.
"Ah, hello, Rogue. Nice to see you're awake! It's been three days." She slowly moved her head to the left where the voice came from. A large furry blue beast wearing glasses was next to her.
"My name is doctor Hank McCoy. Are you feeling ok?" Rogue blinked, not answering. Mr. McCoy's cheerful manner slightly faded but he continued. "Understandable, you have had a rough time."
"Rogue," another voice, this time from the doorway. An old man in a wheelchair came in. "My name is Charles Xavier and you're in my institute for the gifted. Mutants like yourself and Mr. Lebeau. You may live here with other students your age and become an X-Man. Would you like to meet some of the others? They would like to meet you." Four people walked in. Rogue recognized them from before though they weren't wearing the uniforms with the X's. There was the red head who was flying, the boy who shot lasers from his eyes, still wearing the red visor, the furry blue elf and the woman with dark skin and white hair.
"Rogue this is Jean, Scott, Kurt and Ororo. Jean, Scott and Kurt are students and Ororo is a teacher." Rogue nodded to each of them as they worded their greeting but she didn't say anything.
Give her time to adjust, she's feeling quite hurt right now. Xavier spoke telepathically to the four.
"Hank if it's alright with you, can Rogue leave now?"
"Yes her health has much improved."
"Very well, Jean, if you don't mind can you take Ms. Rogue to her room?
"Not a problem, Professor." For some reason, Rogue felt a wave of hatred towards Jean.
"This is a great place it really is, there's plenty of things to do and most of the people are really great. A lot of mutants live here and they all work hard to improve their skills. I'm sure we can help you a lot. Also-"
Rogue tuned her out and followed silently while thinking. The people here are against Mystique. If I join them I can have my revenge. She had made up her mind.
"-here's your room. You share it with Kitty, she's the one who can phase through things. Alright well if you need anything just call me or anyone else." Rogue walked inside and shut the door.
Jean stood in the hallway. Most people, she knew, would be upset at her behavior but Jean felt only pity. She would never read someone's mind without permission but she could sense how hurt Rogue was. She started towards the boys' wing and entered the room Remy was sharing with Bobby. He would want to know, at least, that Rogue was out of the infirmary. He was deeply asleep in his bed. Jean reached out to wake him but thought better of it. He needs rest. Instead she scribbled a note and put it on the mirror, then went down to the meeting where the professor would inform everyone of the new recruits.
Remy woke up and groaned. He had a splitting headache and his arm was still sore from the charge that was forced back inside him. After three days of living in the mansion, he had met only a few of its residents. A lot of the time he had stayed down in the med lab making sure Rogue was Ok. He checked the clock and saw that it was already 3 in the afternoon and his stomach was growling loudly. On his way out he saw a piece of paper stuck to the mirror. In Jeans neat handwriting it read :
Rogue is out now but don't see her yet, give space.
Remy frowned but didn't question the instruction. He made his way down to the kitchen. A small group of teenaged girls he didn't recognize who giggled as he passed. Unable to resist, he flashed them a smile, sending them into another fit of giggles. The giant table was sparsely filled with a few of the students eating a late lunch. He noticed Scott put a protective arm around Jean as he walked in and felt tension and hostility radiating from him.
"Hello Remy, how are you feeling?" Jean asked politely trying to discreetly shake off Scott's arm from her shoulder. You remember Kurt, Bobby, Amara, Rahne, and Scott. He nodded and smiled again.
"So how old are you anyways, Remy?" Jubilee was a pretty Asian with short black hair and a bright yellow coat. Big pink sunglasses sat on top of her head. Cute he thought.
"I'm nineteen, petit." He answered as he helped himself to some food from the dishes.
"Oh so you're out of school now, assuming, of course, that you even finished it." Scott retorted.
"Scott!" Jean whispered sharply. What do you think you're doing? She added telepathically.
"Oui, homme, done and passed." Remy replied, wondering what Scott had against him. " So Rogue is feeling better now?"
Jean looked down. "Physically."
"Only physically?"
"Unfortunately she is feeling very betrayed by Mystique and doesn't really want to see anyone right now. It would probably be best if you gave her a bit of space for now."
"I understand. Has she eaten anyt'ing?"
"No she hasn't I was planning on taking her up some dinner tonight and hopefully she'll be willing to come out tomorrow. Especially after she meets Kitty, her roommate who'll be home later. Kitty has a nack for getting people to warm up." Jean winked.
"Do you tink I could take her dinner up?" Jean thought for a moment. "Please, maybe it would be better for her, non, to see a more familiar face."
"Well, ok, we'll start making dinner at 7 so you can go ahead and take her food up around 7:30."
"T'anks mon ami." With that, he got up and left to explore the grounds.
Xavier had a huge place here. The land he owned seemed endless, covered with gardens, a pool, a basketball court and a many fields. He wondered around and talked to the random students who were spending time outside. When he got to the garden he found Ororo watering the plants, in her own way of course. A small layer of clouds covered the many flowers and trees, producing a small drizzle.
"Dat's some power y' got dere."
"Oh, hello Remy. Nice to see you around. I hope you are comfortable here?"
"Yeah, it's a nice place ya'll gat here."
"It sure is. And how is Ms. Rogue? I haven't seen her since this morning." Remy sighed.
"She's up in her room, not coming out. I'm going to take her some dinner tonight."
"That's good, I hope she will open up to us all soon. We only want to help her." Remy nodded.
"See you Ms. Munroe."
"Please, call me Ororo." He nodded again then went back to the mansion.
"Smells delicious." Remy commented as he entered the kitchen again.
"Oh there you are!" Jublilee handed Remy a tray filled with food. "Jean is setting the table but here's the tray for Rogue.
"T'anks." He went upstairs and stoped in front of Rogue's door. "Chere? Y' in dere?" He knocked lightly with his foot but there was still no answer. Setting the tray down on a hall table, he opened the door. "Mon dieu," he whispered.
Rogue was sitting in a chair on the balcony looking blankly at him. Her usually colorful clothes were replaced with a pair or black jeans, a black turtleneck shirt and combat boots. Her gloves were still delicate but now also black. She wore many chains of gothic and spiky jewelry in silver and black. He remembered this outfit. She had bought it for a trip they took to downtown New York to play around at some street party where they wouldn't get recognized. He remembered her joking about how strange she felt, how out of character she felt. What surprised him the most was her face. It was now even paler than usual. The moonlight made it almost transparent. Thick black eye makeup clouded her lids and turned her emerald eyes gray. Her lips were a dark, dark purple, almost black.
"Chere, what did you do?"
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Rogue opened he eyes and found herself lying in a hospital bed bright lights were shining among the spotless white walls.
"Ah, hello, Rogue. Nice to see you're awake! It's been three days." She slowly moved her head to the left where the voice came from. A large furry blue beast wearing glasses was next to her.
"My name is doctor Hank McCoy. Are you feeling ok?" Rogue blinked, not answering. Mr. McCoy's cheerful manner slightly faded but he continued. "Understandable, you have had a rough time."
"Rogue," another voice, this time from the doorway. An old man in a wheelchair came in. "My name is Charles Xavier and you're in my institute for the gifted. Mutants like yourself and Mr. Lebeau. You may live here with other students your age and become an X-Man. Would you like to meet some of the others? They would like to meet you." Four people walked in. Rogue recognized them from before though they weren't wearing the uniforms with the X's. There was the red head who was flying, the boy who shot lasers from his eyes, still wearing the red visor, the furry blue elf and the woman with dark skin and white hair.
"Rogue this is Jean, Scott, Kurt and Ororo. Jean, Scott and Kurt are students and Ororo is a teacher." Rogue nodded to each of them as they worded their greeting but she didn't say anything.
Give her time to adjust, she's feeling quite hurt right now. Xavier spoke telepathically to the four.
"Hank if it's alright with you, can Rogue leave now?"
"Yes her health has much improved."
"Very well, Jean, if you don't mind can you take Ms. Rogue to her room?
"Not a problem, Professor." For some reason, Rogue felt a wave of hatred towards Jean.
"This is a great place it really is, there's plenty of things to do and most of the people are really great. A lot of mutants live here and they all work hard to improve their skills. I'm sure we can help you a lot. Also-"
Rogue tuned her out and followed silently while thinking. The people here are against Mystique. If I join them I can have my revenge. She had made up her mind.
"-here's your room. You share it with Kitty, she's the one who can phase through things. Alright well if you need anything just call me or anyone else." Rogue walked inside and shut the door.
Jean stood in the hallway. Most people, she knew, would be upset at her behavior but Jean felt only pity. She would never read someone's mind without permission but she could sense how hurt Rogue was. She started towards the boys' wing and entered the room Remy was sharing with Bobby. He would want to know, at least, that Rogue was out of the infirmary. He was deeply asleep in his bed. Jean reached out to wake him but thought better of it. He needs rest. Instead she scribbled a note and put it on the mirror, then went down to the meeting where the professor would inform everyone of the new recruits.
Remy woke up and groaned. He had a splitting headache and his arm was still sore from the charge that was forced back inside him. After three days of living in the mansion, he had met only a few of its residents. A lot of the time he had stayed down in the med lab making sure Rogue was Ok. He checked the clock and saw that it was already 3 in the afternoon and his stomach was growling loudly. On his way out he saw a piece of paper stuck to the mirror. In Jeans neat handwriting it read :
Rogue is out now but don't see her yet, give space.
Remy frowned but didn't question the instruction. He made his way down to the kitchen. A small group of teenaged girls he didn't recognize who giggled as he passed. Unable to resist, he flashed them a smile, sending them into another fit of giggles. The giant table was sparsely filled with a few of the students eating a late lunch. He noticed Scott put a protective arm around Jean as he walked in and felt tension and hostility radiating from him.
"Hello Remy, how are you feeling?" Jean asked politely trying to discreetly shake off Scott's arm from her shoulder. You remember Kurt, Bobby, Amara, Rahne, and Scott. He nodded and smiled again.
"So how old are you anyways, Remy?" Jubilee was a pretty Asian with short black hair and a bright yellow coat. Big pink sunglasses sat on top of her head. Cute he thought.
"I'm nineteen, petit." He answered as he helped himself to some food from the dishes.
"Oh so you're out of school now, assuming, of course, that you even finished it." Scott retorted.
"Scott!" Jean whispered sharply. What do you think you're doing? She added telepathically.
"Oui, homme, done and passed." Remy replied, wondering what Scott had against him. " So Rogue is feeling better now?"
Jean looked down. "Physically."
"Only physically?"
"Unfortunately she is feeling very betrayed by Mystique and doesn't really want to see anyone right now. It would probably be best if you gave her a bit of space for now."
"I understand. Has she eaten anyt'ing?"
"No she hasn't I was planning on taking her up some dinner tonight and hopefully she'll be willing to come out tomorrow. Especially after she meets Kitty, her roommate who'll be home later. Kitty has a nack for getting people to warm up." Jean winked.
"Do you tink I could take her dinner up?" Jean thought for a moment. "Please, maybe it would be better for her, non, to see a more familiar face."
"Well, ok, we'll start making dinner at 7 so you can go ahead and take her food up around 7:30."
"T'anks mon ami." With that, he got up and left to explore the grounds.
Xavier had a huge place here. The land he owned seemed endless, covered with gardens, a pool, a basketball court and a many fields. He wondered around and talked to the random students who were spending time outside. When he got to the garden he found Ororo watering the plants, in her own way of course. A small layer of clouds covered the many flowers and trees, producing a small drizzle.
"Dat's some power y' got dere."
"Oh, hello Remy. Nice to see you around. I hope you are comfortable here?"
"Yeah, it's a nice place ya'll gat here."
"It sure is. And how is Ms. Rogue? I haven't seen her since this morning." Remy sighed.
"She's up in her room, not coming out. I'm going to take her some dinner tonight."
"That's good, I hope she will open up to us all soon. We only want to help her." Remy nodded.
"See you Ms. Munroe."
"Please, call me Ororo." He nodded again then went back to the mansion.
"Smells delicious." Remy commented as he entered the kitchen again.
"Oh there you are!" Jublilee handed Remy a tray filled with food. "Jean is setting the table but here's the tray for Rogue.
"T'anks." He went upstairs and stoped in front of Rogue's door. "Chere? Y' in dere?" He knocked lightly with his foot but there was still no answer. Setting the tray down on a hall table, he opened the door. "Mon dieu," he whispered.
Rogue was sitting in a chair on the balcony looking blankly at him. Her usually colorful clothes were replaced with a pair or black jeans, a black turtleneck shirt and combat boots. Her gloves were still delicate but now also black. She wore many chains of gothic and spiky jewelry in silver and black. He remembered this outfit. She had bought it for a trip they took to downtown New York to play around at some street party where they wouldn't get recognized. He remembered her joking about how strange she felt, how out of character she felt. What surprised him the most was her face. It was now even paler than usual. The moonlight made it almost transparent. Thick black eye makeup clouded her lids and turned her emerald eyes gray. Her lips were a dark, dark purple, almost black.
"Chere, what did you do?"
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