I told you I would have it up before Wednesday.
It's Saturday. I spent all day yesterday writing the next chapter and I was so excited that I had to come in today and type it up for ya. You'll love it I swear.
Just a little comment. When I was writing this chapter a line from one of my favorite books kept hovering in my mind so I thought I would share it with you.
Its from a book of poetry written as an autobiography of Eireanne Corrigan. Her book is called you remind me of you.
"He'd go days without speaking to anyone, then switch on the light only to see me."
Well I hope y'all enjoy this chapter.
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Rogue spent a week in the Med Lab recovering. After the threat of infection was past she was moved up to her own room where she would be most comfortable.
In the darkness of her room Rogue had time to think. Too much time.
Though professor helped to lock away the voices again, Rogue could still remember the memories she experienced. She remembers now.
She remembers how Pyro found out about his powers. How it felt to be a Jew in the Holocaust. How it felt to be tortured in the name of science. How it felt to be completely absorbed by her powers. She saw her brother being abandoned to the wild river.
And she saw Mystique, her mother, beating her for no other reason than a five year old is too weak and innocent to be of any use.
Now she remembers the years of abuse Mystique dealt her. She claimed it would make Rogue stronger. But it only broke her.
Mystique abandoned her. Then she went through all the abuse in the foster homes. Sometimes from the foster parents, sometimes from the other children.
At her last home, before running away, she met Cody. She was afraid fro the one good thing in her life. Then that too was gone.
Rogue watched the images in her head while staring up to the dark ceiling above.
Everything good goes away. Rogue told herself. She should remember that. She thought maybe it would be better if she would just go away. Then every one could stop worrying at what she may do next.
She won't have to worry about Gambit. She wanted to be with him. She's never been happier.
That's what scares her.
That much happiness could only end in that much pain.
"Chere? You be 'wake?"
Gambit poked his head in the door.
Everyone was worried about Rogue. She's been healing slowly of one as strong as she.
"Da dark no' be good for healin' Cher." He flicked on a bedside table lamp.
"Dat be better."
She would sit all day in the dark room with the curtains drawn. It wasn't healthy. She wouldn't speak to anyone. She just stared off into the dark.
"Talk ta Gambit. Gambit want ta hear Rogue's voice."
Gambit took her hand and tried to catch her eyes. After a while, he got up and opened the window. The cool night air blue in and cleared the stale air.
Gambit took out his cigarettes and lit one. They were a brand he got in New Orleans. A cheap brand.
"Ah always figured ya for tha cheap cigarette type. But ya always drink tha best a' wine."
"Chere be righ' 'bout dat."
"Ah'm used ta readin' people. When ya got a dozen in ya head ya learn a lot."
Gambit took a drag, looking up at the moon. He flicked the butt out the window.
His red on black eyes turned on Rogue.
"How 'bout you? What kin' a person be Rogue?"
"Me? Ah'm kind and work hard ta be smart. Funny. Ah'm pretty an' Ah try ta be perfect. That way everyone will know Ah'm beyond their reach. They'll know Ah'm untouchable."
Rogue rolled over away from Gambits gorgeous eyes.
She curled up and pretended to sleep.
She heard the foot steps cross to her door. Then a pause.
"Rogue forgot one t'ing. She forgot ta say dat she be scared. Afraid o' life. Good nigh' Ma Chere."
As Rogue healed she began to walk around. She didn't want to talk so she avoided people. She walked around in the middle of the night.
Every now and then when she passed a mirror she would see gambit's reflection. When she turned to look, he was gone.
Sometimes she would walk outside and see him watching her from the window.
He was her ever present guardian angel.
He was right. She was afraid of everything. The pain is so terrible. She feels it all the time now. Her heart aches knowing.
Knowing that she will never be like everyone else. She won't ever be like the rest of the X-men even. It hurt to know she will never be with Gambit the way they both want.
Rogue woke. She fell asleep a few hours ago. It was only 3 A.M. but she couldn't sleep any more.
She walked the empty halls to the Rec room. There she found Gambit sleeping in a recliner.
She stood at his side and tentatively reached out with her gloved hand. She brushed back the tips of his hair. Her fingertips touched his temple through the thin glove. Barely touching him, she traced down his jaw line. She could feel the stubble through the glove.
His eyes opened slowly and focused on Rogue. She drew her hand back but Gambit was quicker.
He grabbed her hand, still near his face, and pressed his cheek to her open palm. He spread his fingers over hers and kissed her wrist. He wanted to kiss her but she pulled away.
"Ah. . . Ah have ta go."
"Rogue. . . Marie."
Rogue Ran. When she stopped she realized she was crying. Her chest felt like a giant squeezing her tightly. So tightly she couldn't breath. The pain was so bad she thought she would die.
She loved Gambit. But she could only hurt him.
Over the next few days the heartache only continued to build. Every now and then she would be walking down the hall and Gambit would come up behind her and hold her hand. Only for a few moments. HE would kiss her fingers and be on his way.
Rouge needed solitude. She found her way on the roof.
She sat there staring into the sky. She shivered n the chilly air.
"Cher?"
Gambit looked out the open window onto the roof. He saw Rouge.
Her face was bathed in the light of the full winter moon. Her breath was coming out in small puffs of smoke seen in the icy air.
"Gambit." Rouge said quietly.
Gambit walked across the roof to where she sat.
He sat down with a leg on each side of her. Her back pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She leaned her head back so she could feel his breath on her face.
They sat like that for what seemed like hours, but Rogue knew it was a shorter time than that.
Rouge closed her eyes and imagined she didn't have any powers.
She longed to be with him.
"Remy love you, Marie."
Rogue got up abruptly. "Ah. . . Ah. . . Have ta go."
She ran to the window. She stopped before climbing in.
She glanced back. Gambit was on his feet looking at her. The hurt in his eyes was heartbreaking.
"Ah. . . Ah love ya too, Remy."
Rouge walked down the hall and opened one set of double doors at the end. She looked in at the occupied bed.
"Rogue? Is that you? What's wrong?"
"Professor."
Rogue fell to her knees at his bedside. She placed her gloved hands on his hand. She placed her forehead on her hands. Xavier could feel the tears rolling of her gloves to land on his bare skin.
"Professor, it hurts so bad. Ah want the pain ta go away." She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "Help me. Please."
"Of course I'll help you Rogue."
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yeah!
Well there it is.
I have big plans for our love couple. There will be some hashing out of secrets and getting help. And just maybe a break through!
So any way. The next chapter probably won't be up to Wednesday. Really this time.
Tomorrow is Sunday the great day of rest.
Monday I have to go do some running around and Monday night I have to go back to Purdue for some meetings.
Tuesday I'll still be at Purdue. I'll come home then I have to pick up my brothers homework. He got himself kicked out until finals so I'm going to help him.
Then Wednesday I'll come and post a new chapter.
Well thanks for reading my faithful cult like following
Love Rogue Obsessed.