Thud, like a boulder hitting the ground.
That's what it sounded like,
When Rogue hit the floor.
The TV's on, but I can't watch it.
The screen's bright, but I can't see it,
The sound is on, but I can't hear it.
She's dead. It's gotten easier for me to say, Rogue's dead. I don't think I ever thought about having to say it, but I do. Rogue's dead, forever. I'll never see her again. When she smiled she was dazzling, and when she was tragic she was beautiful. Don't take this the wrong way, I had no romantic feelings toward her whatsoever, but she was my friend.
Although, now I wonder, if she was indeed a confidante, then shouldn't I have known her? I don't think I ever knew her. Not in my wildest dreams would she have done that, taken a bullet, died when she had life between her fingers. But that's what Rogue was; she was everything you didn't expect, everything you didn't understand.
I'll miss her.
Someone's talking in the hall, I can hear it.
"Bobby, go back to bed."
Storm's speaking; Bobby's whining, "Storm, I want to know what happened. Where's everyone?"
Ororo's getting exasperated, "Bobby, Scott's in the den, Kitty, Kurt and Jean are upstairs, and Logan's outside."
"What about Rogue?" My chest feels like it's coming undone, pangs in my heart,
I hear a muffled sob, a thud, like when Kitty fell to the floor.why am I comparing everything to what happened? Bobby sounds remorseful, "oh man, Storm, I didn't think, what's wrong?"
I count off the seconds till he'll figure it out.
Three, four, five.
"Oh my god!" his voice has gotten louder, a door upstairs opens, Amara yells, "Be quiet!"
Bobby drops to the floor beside Storm, I can tell from the thud. A whisper echoes around the hallway, "she's dead."
She's dead.
You know, we're supposed to be superheroes. But we're not. The hero would never ever let one of their team die, or leave their body to the enemy. We did. I doubt Trask will have enough respect for the dead to give Rogue a burial... he has little enough respect for the living, and a hate for mutants. I'm sure Rogue's beaten and bloodied body will appear on their website, a warning to everyone who defies him. She will be made to be an example, a Jesus of our age, another symbol of fear. Rogue was always defiant, we must defy like her.we must be selfless, just like her.
A fighter, just like her,
You know, sometimes she despised us. She never pretended to hide it. She hated mutants now and then, hated herself. She thought that her mutation was a punishment.a penance for a past wrong. But it wasn't, it was a roll of the dice,
Dice decided whether she lived or died.
She is an example, a reason to defy reason, a model of something we can never be, we can never be a superhero like her.
Superwoman.
She saved Jean; I'll spend the rest of my life thanking her for that. Did she save her for me? No, there was a split second to make a decision.
Move or Stay
Deal or Play
Laugh or Cry
Live or Die
Did she make the right choice? Who knows, I don't. She did what she believed in, stood up for her values until the end. She did what a superhero was supposed to do,
My superwoman. Scott
Next Chapter: Logan (Don't die, it was all I wanted to say, please don't die. But she did.)
That's what it sounded like,
When Rogue hit the floor.
The TV's on, but I can't watch it.
The screen's bright, but I can't see it,
The sound is on, but I can't hear it.
She's dead. It's gotten easier for me to say, Rogue's dead. I don't think I ever thought about having to say it, but I do. Rogue's dead, forever. I'll never see her again. When she smiled she was dazzling, and when she was tragic she was beautiful. Don't take this the wrong way, I had no romantic feelings toward her whatsoever, but she was my friend.
Although, now I wonder, if she was indeed a confidante, then shouldn't I have known her? I don't think I ever knew her. Not in my wildest dreams would she have done that, taken a bullet, died when she had life between her fingers. But that's what Rogue was; she was everything you didn't expect, everything you didn't understand.
I'll miss her.
Someone's talking in the hall, I can hear it.
"Bobby, go back to bed."
Storm's speaking; Bobby's whining, "Storm, I want to know what happened. Where's everyone?"
Ororo's getting exasperated, "Bobby, Scott's in the den, Kitty, Kurt and Jean are upstairs, and Logan's outside."
"What about Rogue?" My chest feels like it's coming undone, pangs in my heart,
I hear a muffled sob, a thud, like when Kitty fell to the floor.why am I comparing everything to what happened? Bobby sounds remorseful, "oh man, Storm, I didn't think, what's wrong?"
I count off the seconds till he'll figure it out.
Three, four, five.
"Oh my god!" his voice has gotten louder, a door upstairs opens, Amara yells, "Be quiet!"
Bobby drops to the floor beside Storm, I can tell from the thud. A whisper echoes around the hallway, "she's dead."
She's dead.
You know, we're supposed to be superheroes. But we're not. The hero would never ever let one of their team die, or leave their body to the enemy. We did. I doubt Trask will have enough respect for the dead to give Rogue a burial... he has little enough respect for the living, and a hate for mutants. I'm sure Rogue's beaten and bloodied body will appear on their website, a warning to everyone who defies him. She will be made to be an example, a Jesus of our age, another symbol of fear. Rogue was always defiant, we must defy like her.we must be selfless, just like her.
A fighter, just like her,
You know, sometimes she despised us. She never pretended to hide it. She hated mutants now and then, hated herself. She thought that her mutation was a punishment.a penance for a past wrong. But it wasn't, it was a roll of the dice,
Dice decided whether she lived or died.
She is an example, a reason to defy reason, a model of something we can never be, we can never be a superhero like her.
Superwoman.
She saved Jean; I'll spend the rest of my life thanking her for that. Did she save her for me? No, there was a split second to make a decision.
Move or Stay
Deal or Play
Laugh or Cry
Live or Die
Did she make the right choice? Who knows, I don't. She did what she believed in, stood up for her values until the end. She did what a superhero was supposed to do,
My superwoman. Scott
Next Chapter: Logan (Don't die, it was all I wanted to say, please don't die. But she did.)