Who Am I?
Part the Second
Death of an Angel
By The Tourniquet
A/N: Due to popular demand (just say no! to popular demand!), here's the second part. I'm going on the fact that Remy has empathy, because in the first part, Rogue doesn't mention talking to him. Here's another important bit: She somehow ended up using Jean's telepathy, purely by accident. Work with me here, it could happen.
This part's told from Remy's POV, so… yeah. The reactions to her death will be in Part the Third Tee-hee. And, uh, Remy doesn't think with an accent. Get over it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Even how Rogue committed suicide, that girl in "The Stand" did it the same way. Heh.
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Magneto had sent me to the school that the X-Men attended. But as soon as I stepped through the door, I was hit by a tidal wave of emotions. It took a while to interpret them, because there were so many: anger, disgust, self-loathing, self-pity, loneliness, depression, hate, and sorrow. I tried to find out where they were coming from, and just went as they became stronger.
Another emotion hit me as I neared the girls' bathroom: fear. Feeling terrible emotions is bad enough, being hit by them is worse, but being hit by several at the same time? It's horrible. You can tell what emotions aren't yours, but knowing that someone feels those other emotions is enough to drive most people over the edge. I've learned to deal with it, but I've never been hit with this many terrible feelings at the same time.
I heard sobbing from in there, and made a decision. I had to go in there and talk to her. I swung open the door easily and quietly, and peered in. That X-Girl, the one with the white streaks, was huddled in a corner, sobbing.
"Shut up," she whispered, over and over, "Shut up. I'm not listening. Stop talking…" she cried harder every couple of seconds. Staggering to her feet, she leaned heavily on a wall. She jerked suddenly, and one arm crashed through a window, sending shards of glass outside. She sank to the floor again, and I didn't know what to do. I don't think she even noticed me. She'd looked right at me, though, but I wasn't sure she even was in control of her body.
She was sobbing on the ground, and I wanted to go and talk to her, help her, but I found I couldn't move. With deliberate slowness, she moved towards the window, and her sobs had ceased. She looked to the ground below, and saw no one. With a sinking feeling, I knew what she was going to do, but, again, I couldn't move. I wanted to stop this beautiful girl, this angel, from killing herself, but I'd lost control of my movements.
Before she threw herself down, a telepathic message flashed through my head. Memories of several different people, thrown together and turned into a kaleidoscope of sorrow. A voice, with a Southern accent and tinged heavily with fear, screamed in my mind.
(A/N: To clear things up: {Rogue} [Remy], and they're both italicized on purpose.)
{Help meh!}
[What do y' wan' me t' do?]
{You can't save me, it's too late, they wanted me dead, it's the only way to get them to shut up!}
[Who?]
{The people Ah've absorbed, they're voices in mah head now. Jus'…tell them not ta cry. It's too late, you can't save me…}
[It's not too late! Just come wit' me, chere, I'll help y'!]
{Ah…don't know who you are. But Ah want ta trust ya. But, they scream so loud at meh, Ah can' take it anymore!}
[I understand.]
{Will you do me a favor?}
[Anyt'in' for a dyin' femme.]
{As Ah'm dying…kiss me. Ah've nevah touched…}
[I will.]
{Ya promise not ta laugh if Ah tell ya somethin'?}
[I won' laugh, p'tite.]
{Ah-Ah think Ah love ya.}
[Th' feelin's mutual.]
{Goodbye.}
[Don't…]
And then she threw herself down on a jagged part of glass, and it pierced her throat. As she choked and died, I knelt down and kissed her softly. Blood pooled on the floor and slid down the outside of the window, and down the wall. I put my hand to her face. Her skin was cold. I stood up, and turned. The X-Men stood there.
"What did you do to her?" The leader, the one with the sunglasses said angrily to me. I looked him in the eye, or as well as I could with the hades, and spoke simply.
"De angel wanted t' die,"
"I know," the red-haired girl said simply, "I heard you… talking. There was nothing you could do." A brunette girl that looked to be only fourteen or fifteen looked at the body. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she looked like she was going to be sick.
"She tol' me t' tell y' not t' cry," I said. My voice was flat. I was numb. An angel had died. I could have stopped it, but I didn't. I had done nothing to save her. I should have, but I didn't.
The brunette girl was crying, sobbing into the shoulder of the teleporting one, as he just stared. I knew without asking that his sorrow was beyond tears. I felt the same way.
"You did what you could," the telepath said, and helped the rest out. But I knew that was a lie; I had done nothing, and a girl was dead because of it.
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I came to the funeral. I didn't tell anyone. I didn't even sit with the rest of them. I just stood at the back of the church, listening and watching. The brunette, Kitty, I found out, tried to say some words about her, but broke down before more than a few sentences could get out of her mouth. The teleporting mutant turned out to be her adopted brother, who said nothing. He was as dead as she was, silent, hardly breathing, staring straight ahead. I knew what he felt like, because I felt the same.
There was nothing to live for.
I visited her grave. They didn't know her name, or her age. She was seventeen or eighteen, but no one knew exactly. Beside the gravestone they'd had made, one from Mystique, her adopted mother lay. The one from her teammates read:
We never knew her real name. To us, she was Rogue. She was always upset; her mutation prevented her from touching. But that didn't stop her from caring. She was a sister, a friend, a teammate, and a daughter. We will miss her dearly. Mystique's was covered. I couldn't bring myself to look at it.
I left, a silent shadow of a person. That happens when you watch an angel die and don't do a thing to stop it.
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A/N: I wrote this all in one sitting, listening to the songs: What It Is To Burn- twice in a row, I love that song- New Beginnings, Letters To You, and Post-Script. After months and months, my sister's fried FINALLY gave her back her Finch- What It Is To Burn CD. Anyways, I like how this came out. So review, damn you!
Loved it? Hated it? Liked it? Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Flames? Presents? Rotten tomatoes? Review!
Shout-Outs:
Weeble Wobble Chic: Well, Rogue isn't really making the decision. Think about it this way: She has all HER sorrow in her head. Every bad thing that's happened to her, every bad thing she's done. Now add all the bad things everyone she's ever absorbed has ever done, and everything bad that's ever happened to them. All that is bound to make you feel worthless, and this is before she's really talked to him.
UnknownSource: Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to make it clear Rogue didn't know as well. This isn't exactly a sequel, I couldn't come up with a new name. T.T Anyways, I appreciated your review.
Rynn Abhorsen: Yeah, check back for Part the Third to see everyone's reaction. It'll cover the X-Men, maybe a new Recruit or two, the B-Hood, Mystique, Remy, and maybe Irene. I hate Jean, so, yeah… If you want straight-up Jean-bashing, check out my story, Something To Sleep To. But the final part will have Jean bashing. Yay!
Trunks Ichijouji: Yeah, it popped into my head and would not go away. Glad you liked it. Did you like this installment as much? I'm really glad you think it's cool.
Ishandahalf: You wanted the Cajun, you got the Cajun. The reactions is next chapter, as I've stated. Your "holy angst, batman!" sent a semi-drunk person who was reading over my shoulder into a fit of laughter. Anyways, yeah, angst and stuff.
Rogue14: Was this fast enough? And, wow, people liked it… I feel loved… Here you go. Part two. Wait for part three.
I think that's it…
-The Tourniquet