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Chapter 15- Live T.V.

"Fifty-Four" she said out loud, "I guess I missed one yesterday." Rogue couldn't say for sure that she had been counting yesterday, but she assumed after she had slept that it was morning.

It was probably late morning actually. She stayed up quite late thinking. How odd it was to be able to sympathize with prisoners on death row. How odd it was to know that within a certain amount of hours, you were going to die. How odd it was to be so calm.

Maybe that wasn't so odd. Rogue had thought about it a long time. Dying didn't seem so bad. People always associate death with pain, misery and darkness. However, those attributes had described Rogue's life. Death would be a relief. Besides after the last breath, the only one feeling the pain was the people left behind. Rogue felt bad about hurting any body that might care about her. But it was for the best. Rogue was ready to end it all. Heaven, Hell, or just plain nothingness- Rogue was ready to move on.

She slept peacefully after realizing that. More peacefully than she had in a long time. Sabertooth came in then.

"Last one girly, this is the end for you," he sneered. Rogue smiled. It was genuine. She made sure to hide it though. Sabertooth only talked about killing her because he thought it made her miserable. It was the one joy left in her life. She wasn't about to give it up.

It was a relatively long time before Sabertooth returned. Time always stretches before the arrival of something you look forward to. To her surprise he took off her chains. She squinted her eyes in confusion before he handed her some clothes. They weren't much- just a short skirt and tight top- but it was more than she had worn in a while.

"Gotta make you look pretty for you little debut don't I?" He said looking excited. He handed her a washcloth and demanded she clean up her face. He also forced her to brush her hair. Rogue finally realized why he was going through so much trouble. He had always called her his pet. Now he was going to prove that she was. Pretty her up like a little show dog then kill her for evidence of his complete control. It was all a lovely little show for Wolverine and the x-men. Sabertooth wins, they lose.

After she had managed that, the chains went back on. Then there was a pill. As the room spun, Rogue realized that it had been a tranquilizer. Sabertooth picking her up was the last memory she had. When she awoke it was windy and cold. Very very cold. She was outside somewhere but all Rogue could see were glowing dots. Her vision took its own sweet time in clearing up.

The dots were small window lights from city buildings. Rogue lived in a small country town for a long time, but still knew that the best wind in the city was found on the top of buildings. There were fewer obstructions of course. That is where Sabertooth and Rogue were now. When he realized she was awake he put her down to walk. The weights on her chains were gone. Instead Sabertooth held the other ends, walking his little show dog.

It was clear to Rogue that Sabertooth was leading her to the edge. Between where there were now and the end of the building were large moving spotlights. It was a common decoration for big premiers and events and such. Rogue made her final steps, not as a murderer condemned to death, but as a slave heading towards freedom. There were many things in the world much worse than death.

Tons of people were all that Rogue saw. Limousines and other expensive vehicles littered the streets. Bright lights were everywhere. It was beautiful, flat out beautiful. A City's nightlife at it's best.

"Aren't you going to kill me now?" Rogue asked in a calm voice.

"Not yet, my pet, the reporters haven't seen us yet. We have to wait for that."

"Oh" she said casually.

Had Sabertooth thought this through? The news vans were barely visible at this height. They were encased in darkness up here, how would they ever see them. Her answer came in the form of a loud sound that signified the approach of a helicopter. 'Of course,' Rogue realized, 'channel whatever news would want the aerial shot and traffic report. How perfect.' She watched the aircraft as it approached them, small light waving back and forth wildly. It landed on them.

"Showtime." Sabertooth said, completely ecstatic. He pulled her right on the small ledge that bordered the edge. He held her changes, showing her off for all to see. She was the prize Pomeranian. She was the amazing circus act. She was the car wreck that everyone was going to watch for sick pleasure and amazement.

Suddenly a second spot light was on them. Bathed in brilliant light the only thing she could see was the ground where there was enough light to counter it. It was so far down. It would hurt so much when she hit. When she did…her life would be over. Completely over- no going back.

Rogue panicked. Her heart raced and breathing increased. She had completely fooled herself. No! Rogue realized that she wanted to live. Sabertooth was the one who should die. 'Why the hell am I letting him win," she said, yelling at herself.

Anger started to pulsate through her body. There was no way in hell that all these people would watch her just die just because her captor said jump. Let them watch her fight. There was a 99 percent chance she wouldn't be taking the stairs back down tonight, but it would because she died trying to take down her captor. Not because she stepped off her cliff like a fucking trained animal.

Rogue screamed in fury, performing a roundhouse kick on her captor. Sabertooth had luckily not expected it so it actually knocked him back. Rogue fell with him, forward rather than back off the ledge. He growled and yanked the chains to him. She used his momentum to go around him and turn him around with her. Tired of playing games he just reached for her and picked her up.

"End of the road girly. Time to say goodbye," he said nastily, carrying her back over. Closing her eyes and hoping with all the will she had, she kicked backward. Sabertooth cried out, and bent over, holding himself. Rogue pushed herself forward as hard as she could. Already at an awkward stance the movement yanked him forward. Instinctively, Sabertooth walked forward rapidly to regain balance. He took a step or two too many and kissed air.

It would have been a perfect victory if he had not been holding onto the chains still. It was a perfect case of whiplash as she was yanked into the cold night air. If she didn't' know any better, Rogue could have sworn that this was flying. But she did know better. Rogue knew that the she was only falling and there would be no graceful landings.

The end came quickly.

The end came with no pain.

Just empty darkness.


A/N

I could just end it here.

In theory.

For once, I won't be that cruel

One more chapter left.

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