Queen of Hearts

disclaimer: do not own any of the x-men wish I did

Rogue's pov

If truth be told I loved him the minute I saw him. I didn't even know who he was or what he was like I just knew. Things like love are hard to take in at first it makes you scared inside and out, it makes you forget all of those around you until your just focusing on that one person and that's what I was doing. All I could think about was him. Nothing else going on around me, all I could do was look into his eyes, those black on red eyes.

The eyes are what lost me they were so exciting that I couldn't look away. When I was looking into them I thought of life without powers without this curse. Being able to touch, to feel someone else, to have them feel me. To be able to love someone and not just anyone I was dreaming about this guy that I didn't even know. I could picture us together living a normal life. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. I was happy, I was smiling I was enjoy life.

It was like the world had left us behind and it was only me and him. But then I remembered what was going on around us the fight that had began only moments ago. The fight that we were in at that very moment, the fight that we weren't on the same side as. We were enemies, not friends, not lovers as I so deeply wished. But enemies fighting against each other no matter how much I hated it. I knew what I had to do, I had to fight him. Against all my will I got into fighting position ready to throw a hit if needed. And then he handed it to me, it was a card. Nothing more, nothing less, just a card. It was the queen of hearts and it was red but it was more then red, it was like it was on fire. The card was hot and burning my hand, but it was just a card, how could it be on fire? Then it hit me that must be his power I dropped the card as soon as I could and it blew up in the air. So he wanted to fight then, fine if he wanted to fight then a fight is what he would get.

Trying to put aside my feelings I was ready to fight. I turned around to face him but he was gone. I just stood there not sure what to do or say or to think. All I knew was that he got away all because for a second I thought that I could actually be with him. That I could actually be happy. Then I remembered the others and that they were fighting to not just me. I went to go find them. The next couple of days were hard, the X-Men and the Brotherhood went thorough a lot.

But all I think about was the one with the black on red eyes. And how much I missed those eyes they made me happy, made me think that there was more to life then being an X-Men. That I could make something of my life, be something more. That I didn't always have to worry about the next person or mutant that was going to try to take over the world. After that day I didn't want to be an X-Men anymore I wanted to go out on my own life a different life. A life that didn't have me in consent fear for my life. My life with the X-Men was coming to an end, my life in the real world was just about to begin.