Thanks go out to the lovely spiffythefaery for agreeing to beta-read this and many other stories that tumble about in my warped mind.
Terminatrix T-X – Apocalypse as the phantom? Maybe. You'll just have to read the chapter to find out.
Ev1ta – Candy for you. I was trying to mold Creed so that he resembled Filch. And you're the first one to get it. Congratulations.
Now I humbly present the chapter that everyone has been waiting for. Well not everyone, but most people.
Okay maybe not most people but a lot. You know what? Forget I said anything and read the story!
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"Come to your Angel."
- the Phantom
Rogue rubbed her head as she slowly made her way down the stairs. Ever since she had resumed her training with Angel several days ago she woke up with a splitting headache. The pain would gradually subside during the day, vanishing by nighttime, only to reoccur every morning.
Perhaps part of the reason behind the constant throbbing was that Angel was pushing her even harder than before. Training sessions were longer and more difficult in order to make up for missed time, Angel said. Of course, that could have been a distinct possibility.
Or it could have been Angel's way of making Rogue pay for her 'insolence.' Rogue still refused to apologize for the misunderstanding beyond what she had already done. Angel would snarl at her stubbornness before lapsing into long silences.
Or this could have been Angel's way of letting her know that her inquires about him were not appreciated. Since returning to her training Rogue had continually asked Angel questions about himself. Mostly about why he never showed her what he looked like.
Angel would snap at her for attempting to pry. Rogue would then pause for a moment before picking up her questioning again. Angel's patience with her had run out last night when she asked to see his face.
Still, now that her training had resumed, Rogue couldn't help but feel that life was good. She was in a much better mood despite her headaches and would spend hours on end with Remy after she returned from school.
While life was good, that didn't mean everything was perfect. Jean was still throwing fits about Rogue taking down the team and was refusing to acknowledge her presence. As such Scott was forced to stop talking to Rogue, lest he risk Jean's wraith.
Bobby and Kurt, on the other hand, always made sure to remind Jean about the session when they passed her in the halls. It amused them to no end to see Mrs. Perfect start to hiss and snarl.
The rest of the mansion occasionally shot wary glances at her. They came more from Logan than from anyone else. The gruff teacher was still confused as to how Rogue's abilities had increased so much in such a short time. He was so curious that he began to tail Rogue, making it harder for her to get to her training sessions.
Waltzing in the kitchen, Rogue was surprised to find it surprisingly empty. That was definitely unusual for a weekend morning; normally food would be covering the walls by now.
Frowning in confusion at the vacant room, Rogue's eyes darted from here to there, searching for some reason behind the lack of activity. She found none. Scratching her head Rogue left the kitchen and went to find some signs of life in the mansion.
As she did Rogue heard a voice calling out to her, softly speaking her name.
"Rogue," the voice whispered. Despite the lack of volume the voice carried through the room, allowing Rogue to hear her name. Turning her head ever so slightly, Rogue searched out the identity of the person calling for her.
"Rogue," the voice repeated, softly calling her again. This time she had been able to determine where the sound was coming from. The dining room. Turning sharply on her heel, she made her way into the room, expecting to see someone.
It was empty. Even the table had been removed. The polished wood gleamed in the light. Rogue looked around, uneasy with what was going on. Hesitantly stepping forward, Rogue's footfalls reverberated through the empty room.
The growing sense of dread overtaking her was mounting with each step. Tentatively she called out to the unseen person.
"Hello. Anybody here?" Rogue's voice softly bounced around the vacant room. She was answered by the childlike voice calling her once more.
"Rogue…" she whirled around, her hair flailing about her. The voice had called out to her from the walls. From all of the walls. Her sense of fear continuing to grow, Rogue began to back out of the room.
Before she could escape the doors slammed shut, trapping her inside. Fear began to run rampant as a new voice spoke, a voice she recognized.
"Where do you think you're going?" the new voice hissed.
"Angel? That you?" Rogue barely whispered, the words sounding more like noises than anything else.
"Who do you think it is?" Angel snapped in return. Rogue nodded to herself. It was her Angel alright. Rogue took a few steps forward, stepping into the light filtering through the window.
"Where is everyone?" Rogue asked her unseen instructor.
"I sent them away," Angel replied his voice as cold as ever.
"Sent them where?"
"Stop asking questions girl!" Angel snapped.
"Where are mah friends Angel?" Rogue snapped in return.
"You don't want to know," Angel replied, his voice softening. Rogue blinked in confusion. Angel rarely ever took that tone of voice with her. Something serious must be going on for him to express concern.
"Where are they? Ah need to know." Angel gave a deep sigh of frustration.
"I didn't want to have it come to this. But you give me no choice," Angel said, sounding genuinely worried about whatever information he had to impart.
"Please Angel. Ah can take it."
"Very well. Your friends, as you call them, have left."
"Left? Where'd they go?"
"I don't know nor do I care," Angel replied. Rogue couldn't help a smirk from beginning to grow. If Angel was going to act like his usual self then things couldn't be that bad.
"When are they gonna be back?" Rogue asked. Angel sighed again, this time it was one of reluctance.
"They will not." The words hung in the air. Rogue's grin slipped away, a look of shock replacing it. She couldn't believe what she had heard. Her friends had just up and left without taking her with them. They hadn't even told her. Shaking her head in determination Rogue reminded herself that they wouldn't do that. Remy would have told her.
"Very funny Angel. When are they coming back?" Rogue tried again.
"They are not coming back Rogue." Rogue began to laugh lightly at Angel's insistence that her friends had abandoned her.
"Ok if you say so, Angel. Now if you don't mind Ah'm gonna go to the living room and wait for them."
"What don't you understand?" Angel snapped, particularly harshly. "Your friends are not coming back. Check the mansion. No one is here. Nothing remains from your friends. They abandoned you."
Angel's tone was so harsh, his temperament so fierce that he must have been telling the truth. Rogue couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened they had abandoned her. They had played with her and dumped her when they got bored. Her legs no longer able to support her, she slumped to the floor.
"Why?" was all that she managed to say.
"They tired of you. They were tired of having such an abnormal freak among them. You frightened them and they hated you for it," Angel replied coolly, his tone indicating that he was talking about something as trivial as the weather. Tears began to well in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. Swiping her hand across her face she tried to stop them from falling.
"Even Remy?"
"Yes. He was the most adamant about leaving. He said that he could never be with someone like you. Someone who could think, someone who couldn't touch."
This remark sprung the damn. Tears gushed from her eyes, washing away her make up. Unable to stop her sobbing, Rogue expected to hear a sharp reprimand from Angel for her sentimental behavior. However, Angel remained uncharacteristically silent.
"Why are you still here?" Rogue managed to spit out between sobs.
"Because, unlike those fools, I believe you are more than what they see. You are something special. You have potential. You could be greater than all of them combined. They were jealous of you Rogue. Make them pay for their game."
Rogue nodded, anger beginning to blaze within her. She would do exactly what Angel said. She would train until she had finally mastered her powers and then she would show them that they made a drastic mistake leaving her behind. Wiping away the last of her tears Rogue stood up, soaking up the light.
"Then let's get started."
"Of course, but first I believe I owe you something," Angel said solemnly, his statement arousing Rogue's curiosity.
"What?"
"You have trained with me, trusted me. For that I thank you. In return I have been deceitful and haven't trusted you. For that I apologize. I believe you have earned the right to see me, to see the face of your instructor." Angel's voice eerily echoed through the empty room. Rogue perked up in curiosity.
The doors squeaked open. Standing just beyond the doorway as a figure covered in a cloak. A hood hung over its head, preventing Rogue from seeing the face.
"Come forward my dear," Angel said, his voice emanating from the thick robes. Rogue slowly approached the cloaked figure of Angel. She itched to finally see her instructor's face. Bringing herself to a halt a few steps from Angel, Rogue waited for him to throw off the hood. He made no motion to do so. As he remained motionless, Rogue's fingers began to twitch with desire.
"Go ahead," Angel said, his voice no more than a whisper. Her hands shooting forward, she grasped the hood. Without pausing Rogue threw it off, her eyes trained on where Angel's face would be.
Staring back at Rogue was a disintegrating skull. It had been chewed away and the snowy white bone was covered with dirt and blood. Despite all that it was the empty eye sockets that frightened Rogue. Through the never-ending darkness imbedded in the sockets were floating orbs of fire. The fire suddenly erupted from the eyes, engulfing Rogue in its burning embrace. All she could do was scream.
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Rogue's eyes fluttered open, a slight scream escaping her lips. Shooting upright, she tried to remember what had just happened. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her body having reacted to the nightmare.
It had seemed so real. The dream had been so vivid. In it her worst nightmares had come true. She was abandoned by her friends, by everyone she cared about.
Running her hand through her hair, Rogue tried to collect herself. Glancing around her room she saw several of Kitty's belongings still in the room. There was no way that the perky brunette would leave some of those items behind.
Sighing in relief at the fact that it was only a dream Rogue threw off the covers and headed towards the bathroom. After a quick shower Rogue returned to her room and quickly dressed. Casting a quick glance at the clock on her wall she saw that it was the middle of the day. Her training with Angel had been tiring her out more than she thought.
Rushing down the stairs, she quickly went into the dining room. Throwing the door wide open the voices of the members of the mansion washed over her. Releasing the breath that she hadn't been aware that she had been holding, Rogue slipped into the vacant chair next to John.
Her friends didn't notice her presence; they were too busy laughing at a joke told by Bobby. Relieved to see her friends, she cracked a smile.
"You okay Rogue?" Lance asked upon seeing her exceptionally rare smile.
"Yeah. Never better," she replied, her smile widening. Everyone at the table noticed this. They had never seen Rogue smile, nothing compared to this.
"Uh. You sure?" Kurt asked, sounding quite concerned.
"Ah'm perfectly fine, but thanks for asking." Everyone looked at the normally depressed goth with shock running across their faces. Bobby was the first to recover, snapping his fingers together determinedly.
"I got it!" he cried triumphantly. Everyone's eyes shifted from the still smiling Rogue to the prankster.
"Remy asked you out didn't he?" Bobby said, a triumphant gleam in his eye. Rogue began to blush furiously at the suggestion and shook her head. Kitty slapped Bobby.
"Shut up!" she hissed, her voice low enough that Rogue couldn't hear. Bobby rubbed his arm and looked back at Kitty with confusion.
"What was that for?" Kitty glared at him and Lance joined in.
"You know exactly what for!" Kitty said between clenched teeth. Realization hit Bobby like a ton of bricks. His eyes widened slightly and he paled. He had almost let the cat out of the bag.
"Umm. Oops?"
"Definitely. It would have been much bigger if Rogue actually caught on!" Kitty snarled softly. Lance nodded in agreement with his girlfriend's statement. Bobby nodded before shrugging.
"She's gonna find out later today anyway. So what's the big deal?"
"That it would be you saying it and not Remy!" Kitty said, her voice rising to a level where Rogue could have heard her. Fortunately John had taken it upon himself to distract the southern girl, which he was doing by lighting the tablecloth on fire.
"John put it out!" Rogue shrieked, her smile gone and her eyes focused on the blaze.
"But it's so purty," John said, his voice thick with pleasure. The rest of the table was ignoring the burning tablecloth, the shrieks coming from the new mutants and Jean, the smoke that had begun to fill up the room and the fire alarm that was now wailing. They were too focused on their conversation.
"Remy will ask her later! You'll spoil everything he's put together if you tell her now!" Kitty shrieked, her cry deafened by the smoke detector.
"You take everything too seriously," Bobby returned as he absentmindedly froze the floor in front of the door.
"You don't take anything serious enough," Kitty snapped in reply. Bobby would have had some type of comment for this if he hadn't been distracted. The door to the dining room was thrown open and Creed rushed in, clutching several fire extinguishers.
His gaze on the conflagration that was consuming the table, Creed did not notice the ice patch beneath his feet. Thus, when his massive foot landed on the thick, slippery ice he was unprepared. Loosing his balance, he was sent airborne. While in the air Creed lost his grip on all the fire extinguishers, attempting to use his hands to break his fall.
Creed slammed into the floor, stunned. Then the fire extinguishers came down, the heavy canisters slamming into Creed's massive body. One of the extinguishers landed in Creed's groin, extracting a groan from him and laughs from everyone who witnessed it.
There was a clap of thunder as a rain cloud formed within the room. Dispensing its contents onto the burning table, rain spattered all over the room. The students were now thoroughly drenched. Ororo walked into the room with a grin of irritation on her face.
"John," the elder woman sighed. For his part the pyromaniac looked up at Ororo sheepishly.
"Wasn't me."
Ororo's eyebrow rose, as did Creed.
"Oh? I suppose the table lit itself on fire."
"How'd you know? The table grabbed me lighter. I said 'don't you do nothing now Mr. Table.' But he said that 'cause I used a double negative he was supposed to do something. And then the bloke went and set himself on fire. I mean crickey mate, who would do a thing like that?"
The rest of the group couldn't help but find John's response amusing. Even though they were all soaked to the bone they stifled giggles. Ororo rolled her eyes and motioned for John to follow her.
"Come on John. I'm sure Logan wants to talk with you about fire safety. Again." John frowned at this.
"But he lies! Telling me that fire's bad. It ain't the fire's fault that things burn. All he says is lies I tell you!" John shouted as Ororo dragged him from the room.
Rogue watched Ororo dragging John away, with amused and a righteous air. After all, he did set the table on fire. As she watched John vanish around the corner, Creed stepped into her line of sight.
A large bruise had grown on his forehead from the impact with the fire extinguisher. His teeth were bared and his hands were clenched into fists. His eyes had focused on Bobby and he snarled at the youth.
"Just do it one more time, just one more and I swear not even Xavier will be able to stop me. I'll have your head yet runt!" His piece said, Creed collected his fire extinguishers and his wounded pride and left the room.
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Remy had been absent all day. Rogue had been curious as to his disappearance and whenever she mentioned it to her friends they became uncharacteristically tight lipped.
Of course this behavior only intensified Rogue's curiosity about the Cajun's disappearance. Trying to sneak the information out of her friends, Rogue had been unable to get anything. Although Bobby seemed to be about to say something several times during the day but he was immediately beset upon by Kitty and Lance.
Deciding that it would be best to not worry about Remy, Rogue spent the rest of the day busing herself with work and training. Spending a few hours in the gym with Logan had proved to be quite taxing. Logan had pushed her further than he ever had before, apparently testing her new found abilities.
Still, Rogue had passed with flying colors. Logan had even commented how impressed he was at her quick development. Logan never complimented anyone.
So Rogue was in a generally good mood when Remy had finally shown himself at the waning hours of the day.
Everyone else had departed for dinner and when Rogue went to follow them Kitty insisted that she wait. Although she was confused as to why she wasn't allowed to eat, she had remained in the living room. (Kurt had immediately claimed Rogue's portions as his own).
Turning her gaze towards the window she had spent her time looking out at the vast grounds of the Institute. The grass was still green, its vibrant color shimmering in the fading sunlight. The trees were swaying back in forth in harmony as the wind calmly pushed at the gigantic foliage.
With nothing to distract her, Rogue let her mind begin to wander as she gazed upon the mansion's property. Unconsciously she began to go over the day's events, primarily how it had started.
Her dream had hovered on her mind all day. By keeping herself active and involved she had managed to keep the horrifying nightmare at bay. Now, with nothing to distract her, with nothing to keep the dream in the furthest realms of her brain, it came back to her.
Shuddering involuntarily as the dream took over her thoughts; she couldn't help but feel sad. Her friends had abandoned her, leaving her behind because they couldn't stand the fact that she was different. The instructors had left her, unable to tolerate that fact that they couldn't help her, that she was a failure. Remy had left her because her lack of control, her powers had kept them apart. In the end the only person who had stayed, the only person who had accepted her was Angel.
Lost in her thoughts of analyzing her dream, Rogue was unaware that Remy had finally arrived. The Cajun hovered along the entrance to the living room, not wanting to disrupt her thoughts. Looking at the girl, Remy couldn't help but feel his breath leave him. The dying light was pouring through the window, spilling over Rogue.
Watching her basking in the dying light, Remy was tempted to not attract her attention, to let her continue in her picturesque state. However Remy did have plans for the night, plans that involved Rogue.
Clearing his throat loudly, Remy caught the beauty's attention. She turned her head slightly, a grin gracing her face. The moment she smiled, Remy felt his heart melt. Mentally chiding himself for caving in so soon, Remy took a few steps closer to Rogue.
"Good evening, chere," Remy toned, his voice covered in silk. Rogue's eyes roamed over Remy's body. He wasn't wearing his usual trench coat; instead he was wearing a suit.
"Remy, where you been at?" Rogue asked pleasantly. Remy shot a grin at her, of the winning variety.
"Remy been getting something special ready." Rogue quirked her eyebrow.
"Oh? And just what have you been getting ready?" Remy took a few steps forward, extending his hand.
"You're just gonna have to come with Remy to find out." Rogue reached out and grasped his hand. Allowing herself to be pulled to her feet, she followed Remy, their arms intertwined.
Remy led Rogue down the voluminous halls of the mansion, guiding down the first floor corridor. They had long since passed any of the rooms that Rogue was familiar with, continuing further down into the bowels of the mansion.
Bringing himself to a halt, Remy broke free of Rogue's grasp. Reaching out he grasped the brass doorknob and pulled the door open. Gently guiding Rogue into the room, he took a moment to pray that this plan would work.
As Rogue walked past him and into the room, Remy quietly shut the door. She didn't hear the door's closing, her attention on the previously unseen room. It was mostly empty, very little in content. In fact with the exception of a stool in the middle of the room, the package lying on top of the stool, and the full length mirror standing in the corner, the room was completely empty.
"What's going on Remy?"
"Chere, Remy be honored if you'd join him for dinner dis evening."
"Dinner? As in a date?" Remy nodded is head in affirmation. Rogue felt herself beginning to blush.
"Then Ah'd be honored to join ya Mr. LeBeau," Rogue said, dipping into her southern accent. Remy bowed at her response, his face lighting up with pleasure.
"However I've got nothing to wear to dinner," Rogue said as an after cite. He had anticipated this and pointed to the box resting on top of the wooden stool.
"Remy took the liberty of buying something for you, chere. Kitty helped pick it out," Remy said with a grin. Rogue cautiously made her way over to the box, wary of Kitty's choice of dress. However she was pleasantly surprised. Opening the box, Rogue was quite pleased with the full length black gown and gloves.
"It's gorgeous Remy. Thanks," Rogue said as she pulled the gown free of the box. Remy simply grinned in return. Rogue held it up to check the size, it would fit perfectly. Turning to Remy, her face glowing, she smiled. Remy melted once more.
"Um. Remy go check on dinner while you get changed. Then Remy be back for you," he mumbled as he turned to leave. He opened the door and stepped outside. Before he shut the door to give Rogue some privacy, she called out to him.
"Remy. Thanks," Rogue said softly, her voice carrying over the vacant room. Remy smiled in return and gently closed the door. It clicked shut and Rogue began to change. Quickly tossing off her clothes and pulling on the gown, she took a moment to check the box for footwear. Remy had thoughtfully provided a pair of satin shoes. Throwing the shoes on and pulling on her lengthy gloves, Rogue went to the mirror.
Moving to stand in front of the full-length mirror, Rogue took in her appearance. She thought that she looked pretty overall but wished that she had some makeup. Whirling around with joy Rogue sat on the stool, waiting for Remy's return.
"Ah hope Remy gets back soon," Rogue said to herself. Her comment however, did not go unheard.
"You dress up for that insolent brat?" Rogue's eyes widened in shock. She didn't know that he would be here.
"Does that charming façade he displays fool you? I thought you knew better," Angel spat acidly.
"Has it ever occurred to you that he actually cares about me?" Rogue spat back, angered at Angel's attempt to spoil her evening.
"No. Because he does not. I have been watching the Cajun for years and I know him. Far better than you do."
"Your point is what?"
"That he does this all the time. He fools the girl of the hour into believing that he actually cares about her. She falls helplessly in love with him while he merely uses her. When he tires of the girl he abandons her. He has done this countless times before you and I'm certain he will do it countless times after he tosses you away. He does not care for you. He will leave you when the time is right," Angel answered, his cold voice filling the room. Rogue didn't respond to Angel's harsh accusation. He had unknowingly just described the horror of her nightmare.
"Something has been bothering you all day. What is it?"
"Nothing that concerns you, Mr. Snappy," Rogue retorted bitterly.
"I speak the truth. It doesn't concern me whether or not you like it. However I am concerned about you. Something troubles you and I would like to know what it is." Rogue chewed her lip thoughtfully before deciding to answer Angel's question. After all if she couldn't trust him then who could she trust?
"Ah had a bad dream. Everyone at the Institute was gone. Even. Even Remy. They just all up and left me. Abandoned me for no good reason."
"And?" Angel asked, seeming to know that Rogue was withholding information.
"And everyone had vanished except for you. You were the only person left."
"I see. You've been thinking about your dream wrong. I believe you were more upset about me being the one left as opposed to everyone else leaving," Angel calmly stated, attempting to analyze her dream. Rogue paused, she hadn't thought about that particular take on it. Angel was partially right.
"Why did my presence bother you so? What have I done to make you feel uncomfortable around me?" he asked quietly, sounding quite hurt by this revelation. Rogue hung her head in shame at the distrust of her instructor, a person who was doing everything he could to help her master her powers.
"Sorry. But it's kinda hard to trust someone who've Ah've never seen." Silence answered Rogue; an uncomfortable quiet filled the room as Angel contemplated his answer.
"Indeed it is. And perhaps I've asked too much of you in that regard," Angel replied cryptically. Rogue blinked in confusion. Did he just say what she thought he did?
"What are you talking about?"
"You wish to see me. I will acquiesce to your demand." Rogue's interested peaked. She was finally going to get to see her instructor's face. Her thoughts of Remy were pushed from her mind as she focused on her mysterious instructor.
"About time. Where are you?" Rogue eagerly asked, her eyes shooting across the room, particularly focusing on the door.
"I'm not there child," Angel lightly chided as Rogue edged towards the door, stumbling on the lengthy gown.
"Well where are you then? Or Ah'm Ah not gonna see you?" Rogue returned, her eyes continuing to dart around the room. Angel chuckled lightly.
"Look at yourself."
"Huh?"
"Come to the mirror. Gaze upon yourself and then you will see me." Rogue turned to look at the mirror. It rose from the darkened corner, the glass shimmering in the light. Oddly though, light seemed to be emanating from the mirror. Shooting from the glass surface to brighten the room, it gave the mirror an eerie glow.
Hesitantly Rogue inched towards the mirror. Hovering upon the edge of the light and the darkness from the surrounding room, Rogue mentally prepared herself for what she might see. Taking in a deep breath to steady her shaking legs and to calm her trembling soul, Rogue stepped into the light.
Placing herself in front of the mirror, Rogue saw nothing but light gushing from the glass. Raising her hand to block some of the light, Rogue winced as she tried to view the mirror. Suddenly the light subsided, still pouring out of the mirror but no longer blinding her. Rogue beheld her reflection in the mirror, standing proud and tall in her black gown.
Then it happened. Rogue saw some movement behind the glass as the beam of light lost its intensity and a figure stepped in front, its shadow projected against the mirror. Then the light died down enough so that Rogue could make out the features of the person standing behind the glass, her Angel.
He was relatively tall, just about Scott's height. A dark cape hung from his shoulders, one that covered the rest of his body. His face was most interesting however, or rather his lack of a face was. Resting upon his head was an odd looking helmet. It covered his entire head except for his eyes and a strip down his face where his mouth and nose should have been. But Rogue couldn't see the features of his face, they were cloaked in darkness; light unable to worm around the contours of the mask. His eyes were glowing in the darkness, burning deep into Rogue's soul.
Rogue's eyes fastened onto the glowing pair, locked in a trance. While her attention was locked onto the figure before her, she didn't register that the glass had swung open. The person took a step forward, his hand extended.
"Come to me," his deep voice intoned, bouncing through the chamber. A voice Rogue knew well, the voice of her Angel.
"You're Angel," Rogue breathed out, unable to hear over the pounding of her heart. The figure inclined his head in an affirmative response.
"Yes. Come to me. Come to your Angel," he spoke again. Hypnotized by the glowing, the burning pair of eyes, Rogue felt her hand go forward and gently rest into his outstretched hand. He ever so gently grasped her gloved hand with his gloved one and pulled her towards him as he stepped backwards, into the mirror.
Rogue came to her senses for a moment as she hovered at the edge of the opened mirror. She had one question that had to be answered.
"Who are you?" she asked of her "Angel."
"I am known by many names. Ghost, Erik. I prefer Phantom," he replied, gently pulling Rogue towards him. The powerful eyes overtook her will and she followed the Phantom through the mirror. The light died out as the glass shut itself, sealing Rogue off from the rest of the mansion.
Moments after she vanished with the Phantom, the door swung open and Remy walked in. His red eyes shot across the room, his smile dying on his lips. Rogue was no where to be seen, she had left. Something inside told Remy that something was wrong, that Rogue wouldn't leave the room willingly.
Concern taking over he rushed out of the room, trying to find Rogue, who, unbeknownst to Remy, was currently with her instructor, her Angel – the Phantom.
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