The real thing is coming up, promise. Gambit is actually going to say more than a few words. Yeah! Thanks for the reviews!!!! You're all great!
***
The next morning, Rogue made sure she'd eaten breakfast and was dressed before 'laying back'. She'd had a terrible night. A pair red eyes had been following her everywhere. Then there was the sewers, the more pleasant ones were where people she didn't recognise declared their love, gave presents, hugs... She could barely stand now.
Logan wanted to have a go.
"Ya would knock mah french teacher out aft'r ten minutes!" Rogue told him.
"Good point, Stripes."
"Why can't, like, I try again?" Kitty asked.
"Each psyche must train," the professor said.
"Play with mah body, ya mean," Rogue groaned angrily.
"Why don't you let me try?" Jean asked.
Thankfully the professor beat Rogue at answering. "Jean, you are a telepath, you won't have any problem at putting your thoughts into actions." Something that worried Rogue more.
"Whatever, not ya, miss Perfect."
"Rogue, you're being childish..."
Rogue ignored the telepath. "Kurt, wanna try?"
"Really?" Kurt exclaimed excitingly.
"Just don't eat anything more, Ah don't want any stains on my clothes."
"Ya, I won't put no stains, mein sister."
"'kay." It wasn't like Rogue cared much about the sate of her clothes, but the psyches like Kitty, Amara, Jean and the rest would complain the whole day about a small stain...
Rogue had been sitting on her bed; she got up with some effort, her temples throbbing. She closed her eyes, in some kind of way faking sleep. The psyche would know what to do next.
***
Kurt flexed his arm. It felt so good, it wasn't like feeling what Rogue felt, it was feeling for himself: the soft material of her green shirt, the tinkling of her hair at her neck. It was the physical feeling that he couldn't get when he was in the background of Rogue's mind.
He bounced out of the room, grabbing his sister's school bag, glimpsing himself in the mirror. He shuddered lightly, remembering that this wasn't him, it was Rogue, with all he girlie things in addition, like the bumps on his chest. She was asleep right in her own body while he walked around in it.
"Mein God, zis is worse dan the image inducer," he thought to himself as he closed the door to the bedroom behind him.
"Hi Rogue," Scott greeted psyche Kurt as 'Rogue' sat down in the back of the car next to... Kurt.
Psyche Kurt didn't hear his friend, he looked at the blue furred demon munching on the rest of his breakfast. Kurt just wanted to grab the toast out of the demon's hands and have it himself. He remembered what Rogue had forbid him to do as large blob of jam threatened to fall on Real Kurt's T-shirt.
The car zoomed out of the Institute while Real Kurt finished his toast off.
"Is something wrong, Rogue?" Jean asked from the front of the car. As a telepath, she must have sensed something different in the Goth.
"Fine," psyche Kurt tried to grumble like his sister. Maybe he shouldn't talk much, or his accent would come up. And why should he, in the first place, do as if nothing had changed in Rogue?
"Slept well, mein sister, after yesterday's stuff?" Real Kurt asked.
"Yeah," Kurt answered.
He decided to look threw Rogue's bag, where was Rogue's letter from Professor X, excusing her from her absence the previous day?
"Like hell, you mean! Like, she kept mumbling in her sleep and all! Could hardly close an eye!" Kitty told them from the other side of the back seat.
***
Rogue woke up in the corridor, in front of 'her' locker this time. She sighed in relief, nothing had gone wrong. She put her books in and went to her first course. She felt much lighter, but the headache hadn't gone.
"You don't have detention, mein sister, for have skipped yesterday I mean," Kurt informed her.
"Good."
She took her french stuff out of her bag, placing them on the end of her desk, like a rampart against her fellow students. She looked at them wearily: they were like a troupe of bulls, who could easily trample Rogue. If only they knew where to hit, they would be able to demolish her... To them she was a haunted tower, better left alone.
The bell rang again. The course started, making Rogue quickly fall into her usual boredom, the teacher's monotone's voice dragging on the minutes. She slowly rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the pain while she listen to her psyches.
"De teacher has a terrible accent," Remy commented.
"I approve," Hank added. "She used to be a fellow colleague of mine, but I never dared to comment on her course..."
"Preneee voutre livre, page dissept...." Mrs Dreuil told her students.
"Terrible accent...."
Rogue didn't decide to say anything (in case it would make her head ache worse ) about Remy's own accent, it was no better in English. She opened her book, page seventeen, but something slipped out from the pages, fluttering to the floor. Unluckily, the teacher had been nearby, spotting the white thing. She approached and picked it up while Rogue wondered what it was. Was it a forgotten note or drawing of the teacher's spotty nose? There would be detention both ways. "Great," Rogue thought, Ah've just escaped a couple of hours of detention to have them added after".
"You dropped this," the teacher said handing it to Rogue.
Rogue quickly took it, mildly surprised to not have been told off, and thanked the teacher before looking down at the piece of paper. I wasn't any ordinary piece of paper, it was a card, the face of the king of spades showing on one of it's sides.
"Where does this come from?" Rogue asked herself, O oh... The headache tripled size in a second. "Wait, is this yar's, Remy?"
"Dis card be of poor quality, Remy uses cards with a plastic covering dat gives dat special little speed when Remy..."
"Cut the crap, Gumbo. It is his," Logan interrupted him, making Rogue nearly jump out of her chair in surprise with the serious tone he was using.
"Logan! We had agreed to not tell!" Jean said. Her voice echoed continuously in Rogue's head, like if it was an immense cavity. [Had...had...had....tell....tell....tell...]
"What do ya mean..." [What...what...what...mean....mean....] This was a little too weird, 'laying back' was indeed not a good thing, the missing memories being bad enough, but now the echoes. It was as if the volume hadn't been adjusted, the speakers misplaced.
"He's a filthy thief," Victor put in. [thief...thief...thief....]
"He's an Acolyte, we can't trust him," Scott added. [Acolyte... Acolyte...Trust...]
"I must agree," [must...must...must...] Hank said. "It might be a plan of Magneto's to capture Rogue."
"Wait, what ya talking 'bout?" Rogue asked, completely confused with the conversation that was going on in her head. Her voice seemed to get louder to her own mind. "Ah'm still here, ya know!"
"Remy came to ya, earlier." [came...came....came....]
"He said, like, you were in danger." [danger...danger...danger]
"That you needed to be protected." [tected...tected...tected...]
"Kurt, why didn't ya tell meh this?" Rogue asked.
"He's dangerous, mein sister, ya can't trust him." [trust...trust....trust...]
"Remy, if ya're a copy of him, tell me what's this about."
"Remy don't know, dis might be real threat or a fake excuse to get near t' ya, chere." [real...real...real...fake...]
"He said something really weird, like: 'He'll find you'." [you...you....you....]
"Tell meh 'bout yesterday. What were ya doing in tha bank."
"Can't tell ya chere. Keep out of it fo' ya own sake." [chere....chere...chere...sake...sake...]
"Look! Ah'm tired of being protected! Spit it out Swamp Rat!" Rogue finally yelled out in frustration.
There were a couple of gasps, and Rogue winced, she'd done it again. In her anger she pushed her stuff off from the table, now sprawled on the floor... (The Headache... It was killing her.) She yelled to someone completely invisible, that existed only in her head.
"Oops!" Kitty psyche supplied to the situation.
"Rogue," the french teacher said, chock written all over her face. "Are you all right?"
Rogue couldn't stand it, they were all looking at her as if she was mad, a pitiful mutant, a disgusting 'thing' that never should have existed. The whole class was quite, staring at her... her... HER! She loathed the attention, she could never understand Jean, or Jubilee... She wanted to scream at them: "F*** off!"
"Can Ah go t' the infirmary?" she asked pathetically instead.
***
The real Kitty was a couple of tables in front, she was worried for her friend. Rogue gathered her things and walked out. Without permission from the teacher, Kitty ran out after her roommate, her friend.
"Rogue! Like, Wait up!" she called running up to Rogue, her flip flops clapping each step against the floor.
"Ah don't want t' talk 'bout it," the Goth coldly snapped.
"Rogue, please, tell me what's going on..." she whined. "Rogue, you've been acting weirdly lately, you don't sleep well, you mumble to yourself..."
"Tell ya what's going on!" Rogue yelled turning around to face Kitty. "Ah have NO idea! Ah have no f***ing IDEA!"
Kitty winced at the bad word. Rogue's eyes were rimmed with tears.
"Ah have a splitting head ache all day! Because of them! Ah can't concentrate! They're always talking! It's like if Ah was in a crowded room! Remy, ya, Kurt, Hank, Jean, the Prof, Logan, Sabertooth, even littl' Jamie, Pyro, Magneto, Ororo, Toad, Lance, Blob, but he's too stupid t' even think!"
"Hey!" Blob exclaimed.
"There's Wanda, but she keeps t' herself, Colossus, Rhane, Bobby, Forge, Tabitha..."
"Oh My God! Rogue! What are they doing to you!" Kitty exclaimed, looking at her friend with a new light. "Do you want to go back to the Institute?"
"No!" Rogue yelled at her.
Rogue then calmed down, felling guilty as she saw Kitty's hurt expression. "No." She had to be strong. "Ah'll see the professor tahnight. Don't worry, it can wait a little' longer..."
Kitty slowly took a step back. "You, like, sure?" she asked, her blue eyes showing all the worry she'd been keeping for her roommate.
"Yeah."
"Ok, see you at lunch time then..." Kitty gave Rogue a reassuring smile, rather forced, before going back to class.
Rogue stayed alone a while in the corridor, just standing there, completely spaced out. She finally decided to get out, have some fresh air on the stairs of the school. She slowly walked out, her psyches quite. After her last outbreak, they wouldn't want speak to her for a while. Did they feel her headache? Did they feel the pain each time they would talk?
She took a long breath, sitting on the school's stairs, putting her head in her hands. Didn't they understand?
"Chere?"
"Remy, Ah don't want t' talk t' ya," Rogue answered dryly aloud, not even caring anymore if someone was around.
"Remy must talk t' ya..."
Rogue's head snapped up. The real Gambit was standing in front of her, trench-coat on his broad shoulders. Rogue's stomach was tied in knots. He was much taller than her, bangs of copper hair falling in front of his red on black eyes, slowly burning away. He had his hands in his pocket, looking abashed. It wasn't psyche Remy.
"'bout earlier..."
"Ah don't remember," Rogue snapped frustrated. Her psyches didn't want to tell her what she had been doing while Kurt was in charge.
"Ya must trust Remy, just fo' dis once..." he trailed off unsure how to make Rogue see this. He was technically the enemy after all.
"Ya're a thief, gumbo," Logan managed to say aloud.
"Worse dan a thief, if chere wants t' know."
"Sorry," Rogue said putting her head back in her hands. "Ah've had a bad morning s' far."
"Remy understands," he said, sitting down next to her.
She tilted her head towards him. Since when had they become some sort of 'friends' to actually talk together this freely? She didn't even share this kind of social exchange with some of the Institute's inhabitants. "How would ya know, Swamp Rat?"
He took a cigarette out of his pocket. Putting a finger to it's end, it lit up with little fuzz sound and a pink light. "Remy's been watching ya since yesterday after-noon," he said taking a long drag. Rogue's nose wrinkled in disapproval as she inhaled the grey smoke that was now floating about.
"Ya've what?" Rogue yelled, jumping up. This was the best: she'd been followed, each moment watched... She'd hadn't seen anything.
"Call it spying while chere was talking t' herself in French class. Terrible accent dat prof."
A smile tugged at the side of her lips. Remy psyche sounded just like this one.
"Talking t' Remy? Etrange, Gambit is de only one dat chere calls Swamp Rat..."
"Ah was talking t' ya."
He adverted his gaze to her, an eyebrow cocked, he seemed confused.
"In mah mind..." Rogue said pointing at her head. "Ya're in there..." Rogue faltered. Why was she speaking of this to a nearly complete stranger? "Tell meh who was de creepy guy from yesterday..." she started.
"Ask de Remy in ya head..." he avoided answering the question.
Rogue huffed, this wasn't going anywhere. They were both as stubborn.
"'kay, Remy will tell ya -again-," he added rather forcefully. "He be de one that put ya in de deep merde."
Gambit lifted his head, his eyes roaming around the entrance of the school. Rogue watched the red on black eyes; they were deep, entrancing her own gaze. He looked down at her: those dangerous eyes meeting Rogue's cold green ones. He flicked his cigarette away as he prepared himself to tell her 'what' was going on.
***
Always more questions... But I promise, promise promise that next chapter explains everything!!! How does that go? Hey! This was quite a long chapter to my usual standards... It wasn't a completely insane chapter for Rogue, but next time she's going to have trouble with them, she WILL have BIG trouble. Poor Rogue... Sighs...Aren't I mean, more torture for your favourite character!
Oh, I've put a small hint to what it is at the beginning of the chapter. It's quite obvious.
Well, I hope you understood that the psyches can feel Rogue's mood, but not her physical pain: they don't understand why Rogue is always so frustrated against them. Only psyche Xavier can really discern what she feels....
Meanwhile, why don't you review? The proposition of the first chapter still stands. How do you think Rogue should react to an 'angry' mob of psyches? They've being quite pacific for the moment... for the moment (Hint! Hint right here!)
Ok, you can reviews now... (Another hint if you must know... ;) )
***
The next morning, Rogue made sure she'd eaten breakfast and was dressed before 'laying back'. She'd had a terrible night. A pair red eyes had been following her everywhere. Then there was the sewers, the more pleasant ones were where people she didn't recognise declared their love, gave presents, hugs... She could barely stand now.
Logan wanted to have a go.
"Ya would knock mah french teacher out aft'r ten minutes!" Rogue told him.
"Good point, Stripes."
"Why can't, like, I try again?" Kitty asked.
"Each psyche must train," the professor said.
"Play with mah body, ya mean," Rogue groaned angrily.
"Why don't you let me try?" Jean asked.
Thankfully the professor beat Rogue at answering. "Jean, you are a telepath, you won't have any problem at putting your thoughts into actions." Something that worried Rogue more.
"Whatever, not ya, miss Perfect."
"Rogue, you're being childish..."
Rogue ignored the telepath. "Kurt, wanna try?"
"Really?" Kurt exclaimed excitingly.
"Just don't eat anything more, Ah don't want any stains on my clothes."
"Ya, I won't put no stains, mein sister."
"'kay." It wasn't like Rogue cared much about the sate of her clothes, but the psyches like Kitty, Amara, Jean and the rest would complain the whole day about a small stain...
Rogue had been sitting on her bed; she got up with some effort, her temples throbbing. She closed her eyes, in some kind of way faking sleep. The psyche would know what to do next.
***
Kurt flexed his arm. It felt so good, it wasn't like feeling what Rogue felt, it was feeling for himself: the soft material of her green shirt, the tinkling of her hair at her neck. It was the physical feeling that he couldn't get when he was in the background of Rogue's mind.
He bounced out of the room, grabbing his sister's school bag, glimpsing himself in the mirror. He shuddered lightly, remembering that this wasn't him, it was Rogue, with all he girlie things in addition, like the bumps on his chest. She was asleep right in her own body while he walked around in it.
"Mein God, zis is worse dan the image inducer," he thought to himself as he closed the door to the bedroom behind him.
"Hi Rogue," Scott greeted psyche Kurt as 'Rogue' sat down in the back of the car next to... Kurt.
Psyche Kurt didn't hear his friend, he looked at the blue furred demon munching on the rest of his breakfast. Kurt just wanted to grab the toast out of the demon's hands and have it himself. He remembered what Rogue had forbid him to do as large blob of jam threatened to fall on Real Kurt's T-shirt.
The car zoomed out of the Institute while Real Kurt finished his toast off.
"Is something wrong, Rogue?" Jean asked from the front of the car. As a telepath, she must have sensed something different in the Goth.
"Fine," psyche Kurt tried to grumble like his sister. Maybe he shouldn't talk much, or his accent would come up. And why should he, in the first place, do as if nothing had changed in Rogue?
"Slept well, mein sister, after yesterday's stuff?" Real Kurt asked.
"Yeah," Kurt answered.
He decided to look threw Rogue's bag, where was Rogue's letter from Professor X, excusing her from her absence the previous day?
"Like hell, you mean! Like, she kept mumbling in her sleep and all! Could hardly close an eye!" Kitty told them from the other side of the back seat.
***
Rogue woke up in the corridor, in front of 'her' locker this time. She sighed in relief, nothing had gone wrong. She put her books in and went to her first course. She felt much lighter, but the headache hadn't gone.
"You don't have detention, mein sister, for have skipped yesterday I mean," Kurt informed her.
"Good."
She took her french stuff out of her bag, placing them on the end of her desk, like a rampart against her fellow students. She looked at them wearily: they were like a troupe of bulls, who could easily trample Rogue. If only they knew where to hit, they would be able to demolish her... To them she was a haunted tower, better left alone.
The bell rang again. The course started, making Rogue quickly fall into her usual boredom, the teacher's monotone's voice dragging on the minutes. She slowly rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the pain while she listen to her psyches.
"De teacher has a terrible accent," Remy commented.
"I approve," Hank added. "She used to be a fellow colleague of mine, but I never dared to comment on her course..."
"Preneee voutre livre, page dissept...." Mrs Dreuil told her students.
"Terrible accent...."
Rogue didn't decide to say anything (in case it would make her head ache worse ) about Remy's own accent, it was no better in English. She opened her book, page seventeen, but something slipped out from the pages, fluttering to the floor. Unluckily, the teacher had been nearby, spotting the white thing. She approached and picked it up while Rogue wondered what it was. Was it a forgotten note or drawing of the teacher's spotty nose? There would be detention both ways. "Great," Rogue thought, Ah've just escaped a couple of hours of detention to have them added after".
"You dropped this," the teacher said handing it to Rogue.
Rogue quickly took it, mildly surprised to not have been told off, and thanked the teacher before looking down at the piece of paper. I wasn't any ordinary piece of paper, it was a card, the face of the king of spades showing on one of it's sides.
"Where does this come from?" Rogue asked herself, O oh... The headache tripled size in a second. "Wait, is this yar's, Remy?"
"Dis card be of poor quality, Remy uses cards with a plastic covering dat gives dat special little speed when Remy..."
"Cut the crap, Gumbo. It is his," Logan interrupted him, making Rogue nearly jump out of her chair in surprise with the serious tone he was using.
"Logan! We had agreed to not tell!" Jean said. Her voice echoed continuously in Rogue's head, like if it was an immense cavity. [Had...had...had....tell....tell....tell...]
"What do ya mean..." [What...what...what...mean....mean....] This was a little too weird, 'laying back' was indeed not a good thing, the missing memories being bad enough, but now the echoes. It was as if the volume hadn't been adjusted, the speakers misplaced.
"He's a filthy thief," Victor put in. [thief...thief...thief....]
"He's an Acolyte, we can't trust him," Scott added. [Acolyte... Acolyte...Trust...]
"I must agree," [must...must...must...] Hank said. "It might be a plan of Magneto's to capture Rogue."
"Wait, what ya talking 'bout?" Rogue asked, completely confused with the conversation that was going on in her head. Her voice seemed to get louder to her own mind. "Ah'm still here, ya know!"
"Remy came to ya, earlier." [came...came....came....]
"He said, like, you were in danger." [danger...danger...danger]
"That you needed to be protected." [tected...tected...tected...]
"Kurt, why didn't ya tell meh this?" Rogue asked.
"He's dangerous, mein sister, ya can't trust him." [trust...trust....trust...]
"Remy, if ya're a copy of him, tell me what's this about."
"Remy don't know, dis might be real threat or a fake excuse to get near t' ya, chere." [real...real...real...fake...]
"He said something really weird, like: 'He'll find you'." [you...you....you....]
"Tell meh 'bout yesterday. What were ya doing in tha bank."
"Can't tell ya chere. Keep out of it fo' ya own sake." [chere....chere...chere...sake...sake...]
"Look! Ah'm tired of being protected! Spit it out Swamp Rat!" Rogue finally yelled out in frustration.
There were a couple of gasps, and Rogue winced, she'd done it again. In her anger she pushed her stuff off from the table, now sprawled on the floor... (The Headache... It was killing her.) She yelled to someone completely invisible, that existed only in her head.
"Oops!" Kitty psyche supplied to the situation.
"Rogue," the french teacher said, chock written all over her face. "Are you all right?"
Rogue couldn't stand it, they were all looking at her as if she was mad, a pitiful mutant, a disgusting 'thing' that never should have existed. The whole class was quite, staring at her... her... HER! She loathed the attention, she could never understand Jean, or Jubilee... She wanted to scream at them: "F*** off!"
"Can Ah go t' the infirmary?" she asked pathetically instead.
***
The real Kitty was a couple of tables in front, she was worried for her friend. Rogue gathered her things and walked out. Without permission from the teacher, Kitty ran out after her roommate, her friend.
"Rogue! Like, Wait up!" she called running up to Rogue, her flip flops clapping each step against the floor.
"Ah don't want t' talk 'bout it," the Goth coldly snapped.
"Rogue, please, tell me what's going on..." she whined. "Rogue, you've been acting weirdly lately, you don't sleep well, you mumble to yourself..."
"Tell ya what's going on!" Rogue yelled turning around to face Kitty. "Ah have NO idea! Ah have no f***ing IDEA!"
Kitty winced at the bad word. Rogue's eyes were rimmed with tears.
"Ah have a splitting head ache all day! Because of them! Ah can't concentrate! They're always talking! It's like if Ah was in a crowded room! Remy, ya, Kurt, Hank, Jean, the Prof, Logan, Sabertooth, even littl' Jamie, Pyro, Magneto, Ororo, Toad, Lance, Blob, but he's too stupid t' even think!"
"Hey!" Blob exclaimed.
"There's Wanda, but she keeps t' herself, Colossus, Rhane, Bobby, Forge, Tabitha..."
"Oh My God! Rogue! What are they doing to you!" Kitty exclaimed, looking at her friend with a new light. "Do you want to go back to the Institute?"
"No!" Rogue yelled at her.
Rogue then calmed down, felling guilty as she saw Kitty's hurt expression. "No." She had to be strong. "Ah'll see the professor tahnight. Don't worry, it can wait a little' longer..."
Kitty slowly took a step back. "You, like, sure?" she asked, her blue eyes showing all the worry she'd been keeping for her roommate.
"Yeah."
"Ok, see you at lunch time then..." Kitty gave Rogue a reassuring smile, rather forced, before going back to class.
Rogue stayed alone a while in the corridor, just standing there, completely spaced out. She finally decided to get out, have some fresh air on the stairs of the school. She slowly walked out, her psyches quite. After her last outbreak, they wouldn't want speak to her for a while. Did they feel her headache? Did they feel the pain each time they would talk?
She took a long breath, sitting on the school's stairs, putting her head in her hands. Didn't they understand?
"Chere?"
"Remy, Ah don't want t' talk t' ya," Rogue answered dryly aloud, not even caring anymore if someone was around.
"Remy must talk t' ya..."
Rogue's head snapped up. The real Gambit was standing in front of her, trench-coat on his broad shoulders. Rogue's stomach was tied in knots. He was much taller than her, bangs of copper hair falling in front of his red on black eyes, slowly burning away. He had his hands in his pocket, looking abashed. It wasn't psyche Remy.
"'bout earlier..."
"Ah don't remember," Rogue snapped frustrated. Her psyches didn't want to tell her what she had been doing while Kurt was in charge.
"Ya must trust Remy, just fo' dis once..." he trailed off unsure how to make Rogue see this. He was technically the enemy after all.
"Ya're a thief, gumbo," Logan managed to say aloud.
"Worse dan a thief, if chere wants t' know."
"Sorry," Rogue said putting her head back in her hands. "Ah've had a bad morning s' far."
"Remy understands," he said, sitting down next to her.
She tilted her head towards him. Since when had they become some sort of 'friends' to actually talk together this freely? She didn't even share this kind of social exchange with some of the Institute's inhabitants. "How would ya know, Swamp Rat?"
He took a cigarette out of his pocket. Putting a finger to it's end, it lit up with little fuzz sound and a pink light. "Remy's been watching ya since yesterday after-noon," he said taking a long drag. Rogue's nose wrinkled in disapproval as she inhaled the grey smoke that was now floating about.
"Ya've what?" Rogue yelled, jumping up. This was the best: she'd been followed, each moment watched... She'd hadn't seen anything.
"Call it spying while chere was talking t' herself in French class. Terrible accent dat prof."
A smile tugged at the side of her lips. Remy psyche sounded just like this one.
"Talking t' Remy? Etrange, Gambit is de only one dat chere calls Swamp Rat..."
"Ah was talking t' ya."
He adverted his gaze to her, an eyebrow cocked, he seemed confused.
"In mah mind..." Rogue said pointing at her head. "Ya're in there..." Rogue faltered. Why was she speaking of this to a nearly complete stranger? "Tell meh who was de creepy guy from yesterday..." she started.
"Ask de Remy in ya head..." he avoided answering the question.
Rogue huffed, this wasn't going anywhere. They were both as stubborn.
"'kay, Remy will tell ya -again-," he added rather forcefully. "He be de one that put ya in de deep merde."
Gambit lifted his head, his eyes roaming around the entrance of the school. Rogue watched the red on black eyes; they were deep, entrancing her own gaze. He looked down at her: those dangerous eyes meeting Rogue's cold green ones. He flicked his cigarette away as he prepared himself to tell her 'what' was going on.
***
Always more questions... But I promise, promise promise that next chapter explains everything!!! How does that go? Hey! This was quite a long chapter to my usual standards... It wasn't a completely insane chapter for Rogue, but next time she's going to have trouble with them, she WILL have BIG trouble. Poor Rogue... Sighs...Aren't I mean, more torture for your favourite character!
Oh, I've put a small hint to what it is at the beginning of the chapter. It's quite obvious.
Well, I hope you understood that the psyches can feel Rogue's mood, but not her physical pain: they don't understand why Rogue is always so frustrated against them. Only psyche Xavier can really discern what she feels....
Meanwhile, why don't you review? The proposition of the first chapter still stands. How do you think Rogue should react to an 'angry' mob of psyches? They've being quite pacific for the moment... for the moment (Hint! Hint right here!)
Ok, you can reviews now... (Another hint if you must know... ;) )