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Ch 2 Ah wanna try, but ah can't
She headed back to her room to get the necessary books for the morning classes, biology and math. Hoping that today Kurt wasn't going to try some weird experiment.
"Gutten tag, class" he greeted them before starting. "Vell, today you can work on the review for next weeks test. Remember it's everything from mitosis to human reproduction.
Rogue stared at her notebook unable to decide whether to open it or not. She finally opened it, in it she always kept a scalpel pasted on one side for the unexpected experiments. She gazed at it.
Don't you ever believe that this is what we truly are? Her hand moved towards the lusty metal, but she retrieved it fast. But her hand wasn't pleased with that, with one luring motion the scalpel escaped the tape holding it down and made its way towards her hand.
They'll never understand, but what exactly? Would humans never understand mutants? Would anybody ever understand her, the Rogue? It was hard to tell. Bobby, for one, never saw beneath her pretty face.
Two months ago she tried to break up easily, just after the Alcatraz incident, she saw through him, he wanted Kitty, and her powers would return eventually. Thinking back to when they started dating she dared to wonder…. why had she consented back then? He seemed nice, understanding, which was very farfetched from the truth. Besides, it was better this way. If they were far away, they'd be in less in danger of her. Still, she wasn't complete.
"I, like, completely can't see why she won't answer. Hey, like, Rogue? Are you, like, there?" Kitty interrupted her line of thought. She quickly placed the scalpel beneath her butt and gazed at her, she was perky.
"Good. Like, can you tell me why you're, like, walking dead?" she said. Rogue thought for a moment, but was never able to find an answer. Siren was besides Kitty, they were virtually inseparable. She remembers that on her first week, every time she greeted Kitty, Siren was expectantly next to her. That's how she learned their names. The cat and the mermaid, odd couple, but it helped her remember the names. There was also Colossus and Arty. Bobby and Pyro… but that goes way back.
Baby, you know that we are kept in the shadows in that place; I had to see what is really out there. John insisted he left for a reason, but she'd rather be here than in the streets, out there anybody could touch her, try to rape her, and all this time without a real home. Wandering from place to place finding somewhere she belonged. Still hadn't found it, but for the meanwhile, this place was okay.
"Rogue?" this time Mr. Wagner interrupted her line of thought. She quickly stopped her thinking and tried to focus on her.
"What'd you want, dude?" John answered.
"You can go now, bell rang two minutes ago." He said simply. He was a teacher; teachers were to be all but peculiar by their student's behavior.
"Thank you, Mr. Wagner. I'll be sure to drop by after" the accent was once more not her own.
"Take care, Rogue" was all he was able to say before he walked off also. He seemed concerned, but Rogue was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice. She should get going to math, so she picked everything up, slowly.
Halfway down the hall, the elevator opened. She, puzzled, looked at it until it closed. Nobody got in. She was going to continue to the class, but something got her attention. She headed to the yard through the large opened oak doors. It was always rather cool there, even in summer. Maybe Storm always kept it under her control.
The temperature lured her and she went outside, then settling under a chestnut tree. She took one glove off and felt the grass. The drops of dew upon it soaked her hand, the critters moved outwardly. She eyed a grasshopper curiously. After a while of just loitering in the ground, she dozed off once more.
In her dreams she saw a mother tending to a little nine year old, they were both happy. She lit a candle on a small cupcake, must've been a birthday, the kid turned the candle off quickly. She laughed and told him to wait until after the song. Lighting it again, he did the same thing. She started to get mad, but didn't want to, it being the kid's birthday.
"Now you do as you're told!" she lit the light once more. The kid stared at the candle. Soon after, the candle was holding a very large fireball. The woman was shrieking, though the boy was amused by this show. As she tried to pull him out, he roughly denied.
'NO!!!" and with that the flame erupted behind him and the whole kitchen was being consumed by the fire. Both ran out.
Rogue woke with a jolt. "John…" was all she could think, without being able to think much, she started crying, such a sad memory. On his birthday he discovered his powers and his family abandoned him. No wonder he never wanted to celebrate. She sobbed to herself. She clutched her hand with the other one, as she rolled on her back to calm down. It has been better… he reassured her, but she couldn't hold herself. Just then she wanted to never have touched John.
She sat in silence for fifteen minutes, snuggled against the tree, when she saw Mr. Worthington making his way towards her. Now look who's in trouble…
"Rogue, do you realize that you skipped math?" he was too close to her before she was able to make a dash for it.
"Yeah, so what? Gonna do something bout it, bub?" this time she didn't cover her mouth. Warren was perplexed,
"Rogue?" he questioned.
"Yes?" she said back with strange formality. Both time she found the voice not right in her mouth.
"I'm taking you to the professor." He said, taking her by her covered arm. Yes, shortly after Moira called telling them how he had successfully moves his consciousness to her brain dead patient.
"Nah! Mr. Worthington, please. Y'all only make it worse!" this time it was her talking. He peeked towards her, but was firm with his decision
"If ya take me to him, he'll only make it worse!" she pleaded.
"Ya gotta believe mah reasons!" she screeched at him, by now several students were looking towards her.
'No. You need help." He said stubbornly. They continued down the empty hall. He was doing this because he was concerned, she was emotionless, she was almost an empty shell. But all she could think of was the calmness that resided in just sitting by the lawn, letting her thoughts, and others, wonder free.
'Yeah, I do. Help to get away from you." She dropped the glove her other hand was still holding and used that hand to remove his bare one from her arm.
He yelped slowly, so she had her powers back. The touch was quick, not enough to put him to sleep, not enough for wings to sprout from her back. Just a few thoughts lingered behind.
"Nevah try to go against me, again" she threatened and let go. He crumbled to the floor in agony, still not passed out.
She could only think of one thing: isolation. She needed to think. She ran to the dormitories, was about to enter her room when she heard Jubilee on the phone inside.
What've you done, Rogue? I just wanted to help. Warren had no idea what he was saying to her, he'd get used as well. Instead of going in her room se continued down the hall to some of the empty bedrooms. She locked the door and collapsed to the floor behind it.
"What have Ah done?" she said rhetorically.
Why, you just attacked the enemy. Good for you. She didn't need Eric's wrong views right now. That was a hell of a good move; the dick needed someone to place him straight, Marie. Logan was proud, he hated Logan. Marie, why would you touch him knowing what you are? Paul was the voice in her head rationalizing her one step too late.
Bobby and John stayed quiet, luckily. She couldn't take it anymore.
She screamed, a scream worse that Siren's, it was piercing through the whole hall like a cry of death. Everybody heard it. Agitated, she was unable to find any good way of explaining herself. She felt her heartbeat continued to increase.
Tears once more welled in the back of her eyes. She stood, but her legs failed her and she crawled to the bed. She snuggled against a pillow. Once more lonely.
Lonely, but crowded. She wanted to die right there. I can't die… It was impossible, Logan's psyche would always surface whenever she needed it, it was a natural part of him, hence of her too. She noticed that she still had that scalpel in her back pocket. Pulling it out, she decided that there was only one thing to do.
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