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A/N: I didn't update fastI was busy. A monkey stole shoe and I forever cried. Please forgive me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I was hoping to get into Rogue a bit in this one seeing as how I've been lacking detail and rushing through the story.

Chapter Twelve: I'm Sorry

She grimly inspected the tear, wincing as she poked and prodded it. A jagged edge of wood had caught her arm within the swamps and she was analyzing an efficient manner in which to remove the bark of wood that was currently lodged within her arm.

A whispered curse followed by the gritting of her teeth and she made to pull it out. The cry was stuck within her throat and she threw back her head, her eyes clenched as she let the pain wash over her, her breathing harsh and demanding. The night sky prevented no light within the trees and she had only her memory to guide her.

The pain began to subside and she lowered her head, a ragged breath escaping her mouth. She wanted to laugh and she didn't quite know why. She wanted Kurt. She wanted home.

She continued on, her legs heavy and hard against the ground, the muscles pulsating and screaming for rest. Unlike herself, she didn't admonish herself for being a fool. She didn't dwell upon her actions of rashly leaving with Gambit. Rogue fed of her hurt and her hatred, a hot burning sensation tearing and twisting at the contours of her heart.

She loathed his named and clenched her teeth over her tongue until it bled when it was emitted from her lips. ' Cherie ' was a word that called to her to scream. She would be back. The girl couldn't feed off of sorrow and build walls any longer.

Vengeance.

She would drink of it, dream of it until it was her waking moment and the final thought before she slept at night.

Her arm was limp and almost dangled when she walked. It wouldn't stop her. Nothing would.

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The brilliant lights of the city almost blinded her as she made her way down the streets. She cringed and dry heaved against the ally's walls, her fear and anger finally settling. She reeked of the swamp and her hair stuck together in a moss covered mass, making her heave even more. She felt the glowing gaze upon her. She knew he was here.

Aided by the wonderful miracle of modern transportation no doubt. She wasn't strong enough, she knew that. But he wouldn't get her alive either.

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Remy watched in full alert as Rogue became sick against the darkened walls. Her physical welfare made him ache and itch to find his imposter. He strode forward, alert of what she might do, Kurt long forgotten.

" Cherie, " he whispered softly, his hand moving to touch her back yet she striked. The breath was knocked out of him, a jolt of pain racing up his nerves. Shock lustered, he looked to see the sharp chunk of tree bark lodged within his side, his lungs struggling for air. She kicked him, sending him to his knees, and things were beginning to turn black. He could hear Kurt screaming in the background. ' What di' he say? '

He looked up in defeat, seeing the uncreasing of Rogue's brow and an emotion looking somewhat like fear and guilt before all went dark.