Rogue was standing still, in the shadow of the corner. However, she felt cold tremors run across her back. Something was approaching, something deadly, and Rogue couldn't move. Her legs were of stone, even if she'd wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to take a step.
"Ya should have kept out of this, chere."
A loud clunk-clunk could be heard approaching.
"Who can trust a thief?"
***
-Earlier that day.-
Rogue jumped back, letting the book fall. She panted, panicked, and so afraid. Where was she?
***
Kitty huffed and puffed, jogging down the pavement. She was late for school. How it had come to this, she had no idea. When she'd woken up, Rogue, like, had been already gone. That Goth was sometimes exasperating! Why she had, like, left without waking up her roommate was unbelievable, she always did it for Rogue!
Kitty looked down at the watch at her wrist, it was Spike's, she hadn't found hers. She was three quarters of an hour late. God dammit!
She hadn't had time to put her make-up on, she was wearing blue skirt with a red jumper! Like, yuck!!! Only Kurt managed to doe that! And why she had put flip-flops on when she had to run, she had NO idea. She was sweating with the effort, trying to keep her quick pace. She could only imagine the shade of red her face was. Urgh!
After ten minutes of walking very fast, Kitty finally got to school. The first hour had just finished with the bell ringing. She passed some of her old friends, who just sneered at the poor Kitty. They weren't exactly mutant lovers. Her throat swelled with emotions. They'd been Kitty's BEST friends, and that dreadful morning, when she'd finally been recognised like a mutant, they'd sniffed and turned their backs on her.
She rushed to her locker to dump her books in, only to find it already full. "That's like, totally weird."
She dropped her bag at her feet and slowly took a schoolbook out from the locker, opening it up to look at the back of the cover for a name.
Kitty gasped, her name was on it. It was impossible, she'd checked her bag on her way to school, and this book was inside it. She was sure!
She crouched down over her bag and opened it up to find the same book there. Maybe she was dreaming, and this was the kind of nightmare of the worst morning ever, everything seemed to have gone wrong. She tentatively took it out, half-afraid to discover what name was on the back. She wasn't too sure why either.
She cried out. It was Rogue's. Rogue's. Rogue... Rogue...
***
Rogue was at school, in front of Kitty's locker. How she'd got there, she had no idea. The last thing she remembered was getting annoyed in her room with Jean psyche. And now... Something about. Oh no. She hope she hadn't...
"Rogue," it was psyche Kitty. "Don't worry. I, like, took care of you. Like, kind of. But the clothes, I must say, wasn't my best choice."
"What you're talking about!" Jubilee protested. "They look fine!"
"You were too tired, you had a headache all night." That was Jean. "The Professor and I managed to convince you to just, 'lay back.'"
"You are a still a bit disoriented," the Professor explained. "You relayed on one of your trusting psyches to replace you while you had some rest."
"Kitty!" Rogue exclaimed. "Trusting!"
The usual Goth that was Rogue was dressed in a SKIRT and a RED top!
Rogue had listened carefully to the professor, back at the institute. It had seemed perfect: Rogue was meant to go into a half sleep, but still be able to stay alert with the help of a psyche. However, there was always a catch, here no different.
Rogue slammed Kitty's locker shut and went to find her own. This was just great: she was now missing some memories, had acted like Kitty, more time than it was healthy, and was still a freak among freaks. At least she had a pair of urgency gloves in her bag. She took them out and quickly slipped them on. "At least they're black." Black like my mood, she added to herself. Rogue made a mental note to NOT use Kitty in any case if she needed to 'lay back' again.
'Rest indeed', thought Rogue. She was more alert than when she'd woken up, sure. Her headache was gone, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it would build up again. Like the previous night.
School was no use now. Not in the mood anymore, Rogue shouldered her bag and decided to have a day off. No way she would be walking around looking like this!
'They' talked all night. No, it hadn't been talking. The psyches had been 'dreaming". It was worse than talking: it would go on and on, endless changing. It came in pictures, words, sounds... One time she would be playing with a little girl, the other stuck in endless sewers, running. Scott giving roses, or eating burgers, in some cases, flies. Or going skiing, burning forests. Rogue had tossed and turned all night, moaned in anguish, chuckled at some picture, talked in her sleep to someone; always with the same piercing headache.
"Yo, where're we going?" asked Toad.
"Don't know, anywhere," Rogue replied walking back outside.
"I'm hungry!" Fred complained.
"You're always hungry," Jean sniffed.
"Ah AM hungry,' Rogue defended her old Brotherhood 'friend'. "Don't think AH had breakfast."
"Sorry Rogue, 'we', like, didn't have time."
"Rogue, you really shouldn't miss class." That was Scott. Rogue ignored him. She was quite surprised that none of the adults had opposed to her plans. It was 'her' life after all.
"What will it be then?" Rogue asked.
"Chinese."
"Français, chere"
"Vegetarian."
"Steak."
"Steak sounds good."
"Raw steak."
"Man! We no animal!"
"Ok! Ok!" Rogue actually shouted aloud. "Ah'll just choose whatever Ah like!"
"What would you like to eat?" the little Jamie asked.
"Ah... whatever w' cross first." Rogue groaned. Did she know what she wanted? Treating her psyches like humans was in a way adapting to a community which depended on her. What if they refused something she did? What if they got angry? Rogue shuddered and moved on.
Something more worrying: the Kitty episode thing. Rogue winced, looking down at her clothes and tried to pretend she was garbed in black. But whatever she did to convince herself, it wouldn't help the others. It wouldn't keep them away far enough to not get hurt.
"There, just across from the bank."
Rogue looked about and spotted the small snack bar. Making sure there were no cars, she crossed the street and entered the small place.
There was the tinting of a bell when she opened the door; the few people there turned around to glance at the newcomer, and then went back to their meal.
Rogue sat down at a table in the farthest corner and waited for someone to come and take her order.
She had no idea what would fall open her, a couple of minutes later in her near future.
She opened the menu that had been left on the table. Her psyches started to get exited.
"Pork chops!"
"No! Corn salad."
"Kitty, I'm not going to become vegetarian," Rogue told her briskly.
"But, it's killing living beings!"
"Ok, no meat after all, just for this time." Some moans and groans followed Rogue's decision.
"No meat? You're kidding, Kid. You're skinny as it is!"
"Meat, Raw bleeding meat."
"Keep your thoughts to yourself, Victor. Please." That was Ororo.
"What's there to drink?" little Jamie asked.
"Mhh... Beer," Rogue thought to herself.
"No way Kid, can't let ya do this. Ya're underage... Even thought I would like some."
"No Orange juice?"
"They won't let you," Scott added.
"Remy come here before. Dey'll serve ya any'ing."
"Why come here? There's nothing special about this place," Jean remarked.
"She 'is' underage."
"Well, maybe a sip wouldn't hurt ya." Rogue smirked. Logan couldn't resist the pull of alcohol.
"Logan!?!"
"Let chere liv' a bit."
"Really, the curtains are all dirty, they have stains..." Someone shut up Jean...
"The chairs aren't even comfortable." ...and her highness Amara.
"Remy finds it has a good view."
Rogue glanced out of the large windows, between the "dirty" curtains.
"The bank?" Rogue questioned. He didn't answer.
"Whatever, Stripes. Just grab a beer," Logan finally decided.
"Rogue," Oh oh... The Professor. "I don't think it would be wise to drink alcohol."
"You are still growing. And as a mutant, it could affect your system more ways than one." Hank.
Rogue sighed, it seemed that drinking beer was far worse than skipping school.
"Yes...." Poor Logan. "They're right, Stripes."
And it came.
The ground trembled with the explosion from across the street, from the bank.
All the heads from inside the restaurant wiped around to look outside.
A cloud of dust was hiding the bank entrance.
"Ah hope this has nothing to do with ya, Remy," Rogue said dryly.
"Nah, Remy was meant t' be much more discreet."
"That filthy thief!" Sabertooth growled.
"Get him, Stripes!"
"Non! Ya can't do that, chere!"
"Watch me," Rogue said as she sprung out of her chair, running out of the restaurant.
***
You might have guessed, I love Kitty. She's fun to play with! Tell me if you haven't understood when Rogue was walking around, thinking she was Kitty. I wrote 3 kinds of this second chapter. The first two very very dark. Well, I thought I should wait for angst.
The real Remy will be coming up next (yes, in his "body").
Of course, thanks for the reviews. I will try to add a Remy in towl (somewhere). Rogue will be have another downfall with her next surge of powers, because of her psyches... I've added the space out, her going around as Kitty, but there is no one about for the moment. Oh, and if possible, Rogue is going to become crazy as ever. But of course, in my world, there is nearly only happy endings. (nearly, because I just don't know how this going to end yet)
Thanks again!
"Ya should have kept out of this, chere."
A loud clunk-clunk could be heard approaching.
"Who can trust a thief?"
***
-Earlier that day.-
Rogue jumped back, letting the book fall. She panted, panicked, and so afraid. Where was she?
***
Kitty huffed and puffed, jogging down the pavement. She was late for school. How it had come to this, she had no idea. When she'd woken up, Rogue, like, had been already gone. That Goth was sometimes exasperating! Why she had, like, left without waking up her roommate was unbelievable, she always did it for Rogue!
Kitty looked down at the watch at her wrist, it was Spike's, she hadn't found hers. She was three quarters of an hour late. God dammit!
She hadn't had time to put her make-up on, she was wearing blue skirt with a red jumper! Like, yuck!!! Only Kurt managed to doe that! And why she had put flip-flops on when she had to run, she had NO idea. She was sweating with the effort, trying to keep her quick pace. She could only imagine the shade of red her face was. Urgh!
After ten minutes of walking very fast, Kitty finally got to school. The first hour had just finished with the bell ringing. She passed some of her old friends, who just sneered at the poor Kitty. They weren't exactly mutant lovers. Her throat swelled with emotions. They'd been Kitty's BEST friends, and that dreadful morning, when she'd finally been recognised like a mutant, they'd sniffed and turned their backs on her.
She rushed to her locker to dump her books in, only to find it already full. "That's like, totally weird."
She dropped her bag at her feet and slowly took a schoolbook out from the locker, opening it up to look at the back of the cover for a name.
Kitty gasped, her name was on it. It was impossible, she'd checked her bag on her way to school, and this book was inside it. She was sure!
She crouched down over her bag and opened it up to find the same book there. Maybe she was dreaming, and this was the kind of nightmare of the worst morning ever, everything seemed to have gone wrong. She tentatively took it out, half-afraid to discover what name was on the back. She wasn't too sure why either.
She cried out. It was Rogue's. Rogue's. Rogue... Rogue...
***
Rogue was at school, in front of Kitty's locker. How she'd got there, she had no idea. The last thing she remembered was getting annoyed in her room with Jean psyche. And now... Something about. Oh no. She hope she hadn't...
"Rogue," it was psyche Kitty. "Don't worry. I, like, took care of you. Like, kind of. But the clothes, I must say, wasn't my best choice."
"What you're talking about!" Jubilee protested. "They look fine!"
"You were too tired, you had a headache all night." That was Jean. "The Professor and I managed to convince you to just, 'lay back.'"
"You are a still a bit disoriented," the Professor explained. "You relayed on one of your trusting psyches to replace you while you had some rest."
"Kitty!" Rogue exclaimed. "Trusting!"
The usual Goth that was Rogue was dressed in a SKIRT and a RED top!
Rogue had listened carefully to the professor, back at the institute. It had seemed perfect: Rogue was meant to go into a half sleep, but still be able to stay alert with the help of a psyche. However, there was always a catch, here no different.
Rogue slammed Kitty's locker shut and went to find her own. This was just great: she was now missing some memories, had acted like Kitty, more time than it was healthy, and was still a freak among freaks. At least she had a pair of urgency gloves in her bag. She took them out and quickly slipped them on. "At least they're black." Black like my mood, she added to herself. Rogue made a mental note to NOT use Kitty in any case if she needed to 'lay back' again.
'Rest indeed', thought Rogue. She was more alert than when she'd woken up, sure. Her headache was gone, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it would build up again. Like the previous night.
School was no use now. Not in the mood anymore, Rogue shouldered her bag and decided to have a day off. No way she would be walking around looking like this!
'They' talked all night. No, it hadn't been talking. The psyches had been 'dreaming". It was worse than talking: it would go on and on, endless changing. It came in pictures, words, sounds... One time she would be playing with a little girl, the other stuck in endless sewers, running. Scott giving roses, or eating burgers, in some cases, flies. Or going skiing, burning forests. Rogue had tossed and turned all night, moaned in anguish, chuckled at some picture, talked in her sleep to someone; always with the same piercing headache.
"Yo, where're we going?" asked Toad.
"Don't know, anywhere," Rogue replied walking back outside.
"I'm hungry!" Fred complained.
"You're always hungry," Jean sniffed.
"Ah AM hungry,' Rogue defended her old Brotherhood 'friend'. "Don't think AH had breakfast."
"Sorry Rogue, 'we', like, didn't have time."
"Rogue, you really shouldn't miss class." That was Scott. Rogue ignored him. She was quite surprised that none of the adults had opposed to her plans. It was 'her' life after all.
"What will it be then?" Rogue asked.
"Chinese."
"Français, chere"
"Vegetarian."
"Steak."
"Steak sounds good."
"Raw steak."
"Man! We no animal!"
"Ok! Ok!" Rogue actually shouted aloud. "Ah'll just choose whatever Ah like!"
"What would you like to eat?" the little Jamie asked.
"Ah... whatever w' cross first." Rogue groaned. Did she know what she wanted? Treating her psyches like humans was in a way adapting to a community which depended on her. What if they refused something she did? What if they got angry? Rogue shuddered and moved on.
Something more worrying: the Kitty episode thing. Rogue winced, looking down at her clothes and tried to pretend she was garbed in black. But whatever she did to convince herself, it wouldn't help the others. It wouldn't keep them away far enough to not get hurt.
"There, just across from the bank."
Rogue looked about and spotted the small snack bar. Making sure there were no cars, she crossed the street and entered the small place.
There was the tinting of a bell when she opened the door; the few people there turned around to glance at the newcomer, and then went back to their meal.
Rogue sat down at a table in the farthest corner and waited for someone to come and take her order.
She had no idea what would fall open her, a couple of minutes later in her near future.
She opened the menu that had been left on the table. Her psyches started to get exited.
"Pork chops!"
"No! Corn salad."
"Kitty, I'm not going to become vegetarian," Rogue told her briskly.
"But, it's killing living beings!"
"Ok, no meat after all, just for this time." Some moans and groans followed Rogue's decision.
"No meat? You're kidding, Kid. You're skinny as it is!"
"Meat, Raw bleeding meat."
"Keep your thoughts to yourself, Victor. Please." That was Ororo.
"What's there to drink?" little Jamie asked.
"Mhh... Beer," Rogue thought to herself.
"No way Kid, can't let ya do this. Ya're underage... Even thought I would like some."
"No Orange juice?"
"They won't let you," Scott added.
"Remy come here before. Dey'll serve ya any'ing."
"Why come here? There's nothing special about this place," Jean remarked.
"She 'is' underage."
"Well, maybe a sip wouldn't hurt ya." Rogue smirked. Logan couldn't resist the pull of alcohol.
"Logan!?!"
"Let chere liv' a bit."
"Really, the curtains are all dirty, they have stains..." Someone shut up Jean...
"The chairs aren't even comfortable." ...and her highness Amara.
"Remy finds it has a good view."
Rogue glanced out of the large windows, between the "dirty" curtains.
"The bank?" Rogue questioned. He didn't answer.
"Whatever, Stripes. Just grab a beer," Logan finally decided.
"Rogue," Oh oh... The Professor. "I don't think it would be wise to drink alcohol."
"You are still growing. And as a mutant, it could affect your system more ways than one." Hank.
Rogue sighed, it seemed that drinking beer was far worse than skipping school.
"Yes...." Poor Logan. "They're right, Stripes."
And it came.
The ground trembled with the explosion from across the street, from the bank.
All the heads from inside the restaurant wiped around to look outside.
A cloud of dust was hiding the bank entrance.
"Ah hope this has nothing to do with ya, Remy," Rogue said dryly.
"Nah, Remy was meant t' be much more discreet."
"That filthy thief!" Sabertooth growled.
"Get him, Stripes!"
"Non! Ya can't do that, chere!"
"Watch me," Rogue said as she sprung out of her chair, running out of the restaurant.
***
You might have guessed, I love Kitty. She's fun to play with! Tell me if you haven't understood when Rogue was walking around, thinking she was Kitty. I wrote 3 kinds of this second chapter. The first two very very dark. Well, I thought I should wait for angst.
The real Remy will be coming up next (yes, in his "body").
Of course, thanks for the reviews. I will try to add a Remy in towl (somewhere). Rogue will be have another downfall with her next surge of powers, because of her psyches... I've added the space out, her going around as Kitty, but there is no one about for the moment. Oh, and if possible, Rogue is going to become crazy as ever. But of course, in my world, there is nearly only happy endings. (nearly, because I just don't know how this going to end yet)
Thanks again!