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Learning
"Remy LeBeau? One of Magneto's Acolytes?"
Her breathing suddenly became erratic as she began to hyperventilate. She placed a hand over her chest and tried to catch a breath of air. Everything began to spin around again, and slowly, she felt herself falling backwards with no possible way to keep herself up. Before she could hit the cold, hard tiles, soft paws clutched her covered arms and pulled her back up.
Mr. McCoy handed the eighteen-year-old a brown, paper bag and told her to take her time and breathe into it as he led her over to a chair to sit down on near the entrance of the infirmary.
'Those eyes,' she thought. 'Ah remember those eyes. Red on black.'
Another flashback forced itself into her mind. Fire surrounded her and the rest of her teammates. Crates blocked their views of the enemy. At the moment, Rogue was trying to fend off Gambit. He held her gaze steady with great confidence in his ability to woo any women and grinned. She felt as if she had melted right in her shoes. He moved in closer to her. She tried to move, but it was like she was glued to the concrete she stood on. Gently, he placed a card in her hand---a King of Hearts. She puckered her lips and slowly, closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss. Then, as swiftly as a ballerina on her tiptoes, he drifted away from her. The empathetic charm he had put over her vanished. She opened her eyes and noticed the red glow around the card she held in her hand. Quickly, she tossed it over into a pile of wood and jumped away before it exploded.
'Was mah hangover so bad that Ah failed ta realize that Ah slept with an Acolyte? Even worse, one that tried ta kill meh?!'
She stood up, to Hank McCoy's objection, and scurried out of the infirmary and up to her room. She opened the door of her walk in closet and grabbed her coat and a pair of boots to go over her leggings.Rogue opened the doors of her balcony, where a large gust of cold, autumn air greeted her. Hastily, she ran down the fire escape and over to the tall, metal gates that kept the rest of the world from the mutant community living at the Institute. Her agile fingers automatically typed the access code to the gate she had used so many times before. To confirm it was indeed a member of the Institute who was coming or going, she pulled off her right glove by the slender fingertips and pressed her thumb to the scanning pad.
The intercom attached to the gatepost crackled as the gates opened. "Goodbye, Rogue," a computer generated voice said as she left the premises.
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Huddled in her coat, Rogue braved the windy weather of Bayville, New York. Strands of loose hair were pushed this way and that and prevented her from seeing clearly. The sky was beginning to darken. The street lamps flickered and flashed on. She looked down at the watch on her wrist that her little brother, Kurt, had given to her a few Christmases back. It was now eight o'clock at night.
She knew that she should be home. She knew that the others, especially Logan and Kurt, would be worrying over her. But she also knew that she need some time to be alone and get her head together before she did something she would regret.
After walking with no particular destination in mind, Rogue happened to come upon a deserted Bayville Park ... or so she thought.The dew covered grass made squishy noises underneath her feet as she walked through the recreational area. Many trees and shrubs covered the vicinity and made everything even more dim than it was before. A faint, shuffling sound caused her eyes to fall upon a shadowy figure who casually sat on a wooden bench. He gradually lifted his head upwards and stared in the same direction Rogue had been walking in. If he noticed her, he sure didn't show it.
That's when she noticed them---the man's red on black eyes. That was the only thought that went through her mind as she stopped dead in her tracks.
She blinked a few times and finally came out of her trancelike state. She cleared her head and thought of the feat ahead as she pushed back her shoulders and straightened her back. Slow, small steps eventually led her next to the young man.
His head was bowed down again. Huffily, he said, "Whoever y' are, Remy not be in de mood. Just go away."
"Ya bettah be in the mood, Swamp Rat," she said.
"Cherè?" he questioned, lifting his head to look at the femme in front of him.
"Mah name ain't 'cherè'. It's Rogue. Got it?"
"So, why has Remy's guardian ange blessed him wit' her company?"
"Ya got meh pregnant," she hissed in a deadly, hushed tone.
Remy looked at her, clearly doubtful of what she had just told him. Finally, he spoke. "Cherè, Remy be flattered that y' want him t' be yours and missed him durin' our moments apart, but y' don't have t' lie."
"Ah ain't lyin'!" she screamed.
"Non. Must've been some other homme."
"It was ya, Swamp Rat!"
"Y' certain, cherè? That dere be a big presumption."
"Ya the one and only, which Ah bet makes ya feel real special, doesn't it?" She poked his chest with her index finger to intimidate him.
"Y' read Remy's mind." He smiled as he grabbed her hand and held it in his own.
She made a disgusted face and drew back her hand. "Are ya gonna take care of ya kid, or am Ah gonna have ta sue ya for child support?"
"Remy wants proof that cherè is really with bèbè. That's all he be sayin'."
"Proof? Fahne, whatever. Ya gonna get ya proof. Meet meh at the Xavier Institute this Thursday at three o'clock. Don't be late."
"Remy'll be dere. Y' can count on it."
From behind his back, he pulled out a red rose and handed it to her before sauntering down the cement pathway, leaving her alone.
After he was gone, Rogue examined the rose he had given her. Her eyes didn't leave the flower for a minute. She couldn't help but think of the current situation she was in. All the hatred and sadness that was built up in her surfaced and poured out of her soul. She dropped the rose onto the ground and stepped on top of it, making sure to smoosh every petal underneath her foot.
'Why meh?'
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