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The silence was heavy.
Rogue was sitting in a small office, with another awful headache, waiting. She massed her temples once again. After her fit in French class, after have met Gambit, she was waiting not so patiently.
What must she do? What must she choose?
She'd been sent to the Kelly's office, not dreading his opinions, but something more frightful, more dangerous that was to come.
It ate at her mind, it had come down to a dark decision.
The clock ticked by, five minutes... half an hour, Kelly never came. And she was still waiting, about to burst, on her own. Her psyches hadn't decided to start talking again, Rogue hoped they had finally understood how painful it was when they did.
It was a race for control, who would win it?
However, the lack of sleep, the constant headache, the annoying questions, decisions that had to be made were taking their tow on Rogue. Her head kept slipping down, to suddenly jerk up realising she'd nearly fallen asleep, and so on, seeming to repeat itself endlessly.
Control... Who could give it?
Rogue had nearly been waiting for an hour now when her psyches decided to reappear to her distress.
"Rogue, like, what happened to you? There's nothing to get angry about!* [like..like...like...about...] Not again...
"Stripes, if ya were having a hard time with us, ya should have said something." [us...us...us...us...thing....thing...]
Rogue started shaking, gripping the sides of her chair, knuckles becoming white. Each word was like a hammer thrown at her head.
"Please," she muttered, biting her lip in pain. "Stop..." Her voice was feverish. Was it sweat beading down the side of her face? Or was it tears?
"Mein sister, what is happening?"
"Stop what?"
Rogue gasped. "Please, not again..." She closed her eyes. So tired... But if she went to sleep, the dreams would come back, and she would wake with a bigger headache. Did it never end?
Pump..Pump... What was that noise?
"Calm down everyone, Rogue is having some difficulties..." the Professor started but was soon cut off by the voices. How did it manage to get to this state?
[Stripes...like...worry....chere....stop....sheila....nyet....child...]
Again and again they shot out threw her mind, wounding her each time. Her lip started to bleed, but she bit ever more fiercely, the pain in her lip was nothing compared to the one in her head. She hoped they felt it... Please feel it! Understand! Stop!
Rogue lowered her head, her white hair falling in front of her eyes like a curtain on the outside world. Maybe if she went deeper in her consciousness, she would make them feel, make them understand, and then they would stop.
She tried to concentrate, shaking more heavily.
He'd teach her to control... Just like Gambit and his powers... Trick, hurt, kill... They would trick her to join them, she would hurt her old friends, she would kill them. Control, she needed it desperately.
"Where's Kelly?" she burst out, a sane thought coming out of the immense jumble that was her mind at the moment.
***
Kelly was right there, watching her from the corner of the room. He'd slipped in, started talking to her but never got any response out of the teen. She was in her world, and he was dangerously fascinated about the young mutant. She was hurting herself, blood dripping freely from her lip, colouring her pale face. She was blind to the exterior, completely unfocused, dangerous. It was exactly what he'd tried to show to the world: these mutants weren't only dangerous the population with which they were living in, they were also dangerous to themselves. It was a favour they were giving them, controlling their lives to not hurt.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when she asked where he was. It was a shrill scream, exhausted, pleading…
Kelly advanced towards his desk, trying not to be brusque. He picked up his phone, about to dial the number, when there was a knock on the door.
They couldn't come in, not with her like this. She needed to be disposed of quickly.
"Wait a second!" he called hoping it wouldn't wake the teen out of her reverie. She didn't, her eyes were still violently shut, her hands gripping the side of her chair. He dialled the number quickly. There were a couple rings before someone picked dup.
"Friend of Humanity Secretary speaking here..." a feminine voice said on the other side of the line.
"Yes, Hello.." Kelly started, but the line was suddenly cut to a dead beep.
He slowly turned around, holding his breath towards face the mutant named Rogue.
Her brilliant green eyes were open, fixing him.
"Don't ya dare, bub," she growled.
The phone receiver flew out of his hand, smashing against the wall.
Someone knocked on the door again.
"Ya dirty thing, I'll skin ya alive…"
Kelly gasped, her mouth was closed, she couldn't have been speaking, was he hearing things?
And then he fell to the floor, grasping his head in his hands, howling to death. His head ached to the point of exploding, as if someone had thrust a pole threw his temple…
The door opened, a female figure slid inside the room, quickly advancing on Kelly. A pink energy knife in hand, she drove it in his skull with a swift movement, making him crumble to the floor. Her purple hair hung in a ponytail behind her head, it swung widely as she turned towards Rogue.
"Let's talk, luv," she said with a thick British accent, a smirk drawn on her lips.
***
Rogue opened her eyes, someone was standing in front of her, grasping her shoulder. Her head-ache seemed to fade lightly.
"Hey, wake up, got some talking to do," the figure said.
The words slowly made sense to Rogue. She looked up from here she sat, the person's face was blurred. What was that metallic taste in her mouth?
"Listen, we can help you, real help… No more voices, no more pain…"
Rogue wanted to scream and run: they had found her. Gambit was right, if Death hadn't killed her, it was to better use her.
"Refuse, chere!"
Psyche Remy's plea only made Rogue sink further, squeezing her eyes in pain again, making her close up even more.
"Listen! We can make it all go away!"
The psyches started to panic, they didn't want this.
"Rogue no!!!"
"Refuse!"
"I don't want to!"
"It's bad!"
The figure shook her. "You've got potential, child, we will help you control your powers…"
All the psyche's seemed to fade, there was only one word flashing in pink neon, that could be seen: "Control". Control meant no more head-aches, it meant being able to touch, it meant a normal life, it meant not sucking people in all the time, being forced to eat something you didn't like because of the voices in your head, be all tidy and clean for them, or put down the volume of your music… It meant freedom. But freedom for another cell? Where you would be controlled by some old guy, doing things you didn't like.
"Sinister," that name had managed to put dread in Remy. He said he had escaped, that he was still on the run, he had control and had some extensive freedom. Could she do the same?
"Your professor will never be able to help you, how much time have you been there? Nearly a year? A bit less a bit more? With us, you'll be able to control your power in two weeks, three..."
Xavier had said he would help her control her powers, but since she'd been with him, Rogue had gone way downhill in any control: her psyches managing to subdue her and control her body, bringing major confusion in her chaotic mind. Hank was good natured, but he searched, and searched with no results.
"Touch her! Fight her!" her psyches yelled, making Rogue's link with sanity very fin.
She groaned in pain, the same pain that always made her realise that she had no control.
"Rogue! Quit the crap! Get out!"
"The Hell with ya!" Rogue screamed at them. "Ah want control…"
"That's good enough for me," the figure hissed before knocking Rogue out.
***
And that won't be Rogue's hardest moment! So, I hope you understood who was trying to recruit her, if you're a comic fan, or read loads of fanfiction, you know who Sinister is.
Well, what did you think about the chapter? I, like, went threw it three times, different ways to join the little clan of Mister Sinister... Poor Gambit, he doesn't know Rogue will be his downfall... (ops, I might have put a too big hit here! Chuckles evenly.) Talking bout Gambit, I haven't put him too much in human body yet... It'll come.
Well, why don't you click on the blue button, just bellow, yeah that one! (hint * sighs* *...)
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The silence was heavy.
Rogue was sitting in a small office, with another awful headache, waiting. She massed her temples once again. After her fit in French class, after have met Gambit, she was waiting not so patiently.
What must she do? What must she choose?
She'd been sent to the Kelly's office, not dreading his opinions, but something more frightful, more dangerous that was to come.
It ate at her mind, it had come down to a dark decision.
The clock ticked by, five minutes... half an hour, Kelly never came. And she was still waiting, about to burst, on her own. Her psyches hadn't decided to start talking again, Rogue hoped they had finally understood how painful it was when they did.
It was a race for control, who would win it?
However, the lack of sleep, the constant headache, the annoying questions, decisions that had to be made were taking their tow on Rogue. Her head kept slipping down, to suddenly jerk up realising she'd nearly fallen asleep, and so on, seeming to repeat itself endlessly.
Control... Who could give it?
Rogue had nearly been waiting for an hour now when her psyches decided to reappear to her distress.
"Rogue, like, what happened to you? There's nothing to get angry about!* [like..like...like...about...] Not again...
"Stripes, if ya were having a hard time with us, ya should have said something." [us...us...us...us...thing....thing...]
Rogue started shaking, gripping the sides of her chair, knuckles becoming white. Each word was like a hammer thrown at her head.
"Please," she muttered, biting her lip in pain. "Stop..." Her voice was feverish. Was it sweat beading down the side of her face? Or was it tears?
"Mein sister, what is happening?"
"Stop what?"
Rogue gasped. "Please, not again..." She closed her eyes. So tired... But if she went to sleep, the dreams would come back, and she would wake with a bigger headache. Did it never end?
Pump..Pump... What was that noise?
"Calm down everyone, Rogue is having some difficulties..." the Professor started but was soon cut off by the voices. How did it manage to get to this state?
[Stripes...like...worry....chere....stop....sheila....nyet....child...]
Again and again they shot out threw her mind, wounding her each time. Her lip started to bleed, but she bit ever more fiercely, the pain in her lip was nothing compared to the one in her head. She hoped they felt it... Please feel it! Understand! Stop!
Rogue lowered her head, her white hair falling in front of her eyes like a curtain on the outside world. Maybe if she went deeper in her consciousness, she would make them feel, make them understand, and then they would stop.
She tried to concentrate, shaking more heavily.
He'd teach her to control... Just like Gambit and his powers... Trick, hurt, kill... They would trick her to join them, she would hurt her old friends, she would kill them. Control, she needed it desperately.
"Where's Kelly?" she burst out, a sane thought coming out of the immense jumble that was her mind at the moment.
***
Kelly was right there, watching her from the corner of the room. He'd slipped in, started talking to her but never got any response out of the teen. She was in her world, and he was dangerously fascinated about the young mutant. She was hurting herself, blood dripping freely from her lip, colouring her pale face. She was blind to the exterior, completely unfocused, dangerous. It was exactly what he'd tried to show to the world: these mutants weren't only dangerous the population with which they were living in, they were also dangerous to themselves. It was a favour they were giving them, controlling their lives to not hurt.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when she asked where he was. It was a shrill scream, exhausted, pleading…
Kelly advanced towards his desk, trying not to be brusque. He picked up his phone, about to dial the number, when there was a knock on the door.
They couldn't come in, not with her like this. She needed to be disposed of quickly.
"Wait a second!" he called hoping it wouldn't wake the teen out of her reverie. She didn't, her eyes were still violently shut, her hands gripping the side of her chair. He dialled the number quickly. There were a couple rings before someone picked dup.
"Friend of Humanity Secretary speaking here..." a feminine voice said on the other side of the line.
"Yes, Hello.." Kelly started, but the line was suddenly cut to a dead beep.
He slowly turned around, holding his breath towards face the mutant named Rogue.
Her brilliant green eyes were open, fixing him.
"Don't ya dare, bub," she growled.
The phone receiver flew out of his hand, smashing against the wall.
Someone knocked on the door again.
"Ya dirty thing, I'll skin ya alive…"
Kelly gasped, her mouth was closed, she couldn't have been speaking, was he hearing things?
And then he fell to the floor, grasping his head in his hands, howling to death. His head ached to the point of exploding, as if someone had thrust a pole threw his temple…
The door opened, a female figure slid inside the room, quickly advancing on Kelly. A pink energy knife in hand, she drove it in his skull with a swift movement, making him crumble to the floor. Her purple hair hung in a ponytail behind her head, it swung widely as she turned towards Rogue.
"Let's talk, luv," she said with a thick British accent, a smirk drawn on her lips.
***
Rogue opened her eyes, someone was standing in front of her, grasping her shoulder. Her head-ache seemed to fade lightly.
"Hey, wake up, got some talking to do," the figure said.
The words slowly made sense to Rogue. She looked up from here she sat, the person's face was blurred. What was that metallic taste in her mouth?
"Listen, we can help you, real help… No more voices, no more pain…"
Rogue wanted to scream and run: they had found her. Gambit was right, if Death hadn't killed her, it was to better use her.
"Refuse, chere!"
Psyche Remy's plea only made Rogue sink further, squeezing her eyes in pain again, making her close up even more.
"Listen! We can make it all go away!"
The psyches started to panic, they didn't want this.
"Rogue no!!!"
"Refuse!"
"I don't want to!"
"It's bad!"
The figure shook her. "You've got potential, child, we will help you control your powers…"
All the psyche's seemed to fade, there was only one word flashing in pink neon, that could be seen: "Control". Control meant no more head-aches, it meant being able to touch, it meant a normal life, it meant not sucking people in all the time, being forced to eat something you didn't like because of the voices in your head, be all tidy and clean for them, or put down the volume of your music… It meant freedom. But freedom for another cell? Where you would be controlled by some old guy, doing things you didn't like.
"Sinister," that name had managed to put dread in Remy. He said he had escaped, that he was still on the run, he had control and had some extensive freedom. Could she do the same?
"Your professor will never be able to help you, how much time have you been there? Nearly a year? A bit less a bit more? With us, you'll be able to control your power in two weeks, three..."
Xavier had said he would help her control her powers, but since she'd been with him, Rogue had gone way downhill in any control: her psyches managing to subdue her and control her body, bringing major confusion in her chaotic mind. Hank was good natured, but he searched, and searched with no results.
"Touch her! Fight her!" her psyches yelled, making Rogue's link with sanity very fin.
She groaned in pain, the same pain that always made her realise that she had no control.
"Rogue! Quit the crap! Get out!"
"The Hell with ya!" Rogue screamed at them. "Ah want control…"
"That's good enough for me," the figure hissed before knocking Rogue out.
***
And that won't be Rogue's hardest moment! So, I hope you understood who was trying to recruit her, if you're a comic fan, or read loads of fanfiction, you know who Sinister is.
Well, what did you think about the chapter? I, like, went threw it three times, different ways to join the little clan of Mister Sinister... Poor Gambit, he doesn't know Rogue will be his downfall... (ops, I might have put a too big hit here! Chuckles evenly.) Talking bout Gambit, I haven't put him too much in human body yet... It'll come.
Well, why don't you click on the blue button, just bellow, yeah that one! (hint * sighs* *...)