To every great story, there are people who have to just come in and fuck it up. THAT'S ME! Does victory dance
Disclaimer: same as in chapter 1 and from now out assume it applies to every thing I Wright, thank u.
Chapter 2
"Ugnmmmm." The prone figure on the hospital bed groaned and sat up.
"Oh good, you've awoken." A voice came from the side of the bed.
"Professor?" Rouge asked groggily.
"Yes?" Professor Charles Xavier sat next to Rouge in the medical ward of the Xavier Institute. His hands were steepled before his face, his elbows braced on the arm rests of his wheal chair.
"What happened?" Rouge blinked, her eyes starting to focus again. "I feel like a train hit me."
"In a way, I guess you could say one did." Professor Xavier said, moving closer. "From what I could get, apparently your body tried to absorb something it couldn't handle and shut down. Scott found you collapsed in that hallway. Care to tell me what happened?"
"I don't really know. One moment I was looking to see if anyone was there, the next a flash of reflected light then nothing." Rouge shook her head trying to remember. "No that's not right, there's more, but I just can't get to it!" Rouge hits the bed in frustration.
"If I may?" Charles asks, waving in the direction of her head. "You know how much I love puzzles."
"Sure." Rouge swung her legs over the side of the bed and closed her eyes, relaxing with deep breaths.
A slight tickling sensation and then Rouge's perspective changed.
Suddenly she was back at School, only it was frozen,
Ok professor, what next.
Now we examine the scene and see what we can find
They traveled down the hallways coming back to where Rouge was found.
There frozen in place was the mental image of Rouge, her eyes wide her back bowed and her head thrown back. She was also about a foot off the ground.
Below her, on the ground was a package.
Was that package with you when you went into the hallway?
No, I had dropped my bag besides my locker when I came over to look.
Then I wonder what this is doing here. Lets take a closer look.
They move closer and Rouge kneels next to the package and looks closely at it.
It was of medium size, about two hand spans across and about on deep, and wrapped in what appeared to be butcher paper and twine. Scrawled across the top, written in what appeared to be black permanent marker was the name "Marie".
It has my name on it; do you think I should open it?
Might as well, some how I doubt that it will hurt you in any way, after all, what ever happened, you could have easily been hurt at any time before Scott found you.
Carefully, tentivly, prepared for the worst, Rouge pulled the strings of twine that secured closed the package.
As it came loose and fell, the package opened by its own, spilling out an almost pure white light, shot through with blue streaks, almost to fine to see.
Both Rouge and Charles threw up and shield their eyes from the blinding light. Warmth seeped into both of them, going straight through to their cores and warming them from the inside out. Then the light did something else.
It Pulsed.
It took on an almost heart beat quality, intensifying for a few beats then it dimmed shaping itself into a new form. A form of a head took form followed by a neck and shoulders. The light molded into a chest and waist, arms and legs. For a few more moments the light stayed to bright to make out a face. Then the light faded into nothing and their eyes adjusted once more to the different light they made out the face.
"YOU!" Rouge recognized Gen immediately.
"Hello, Some how I knew you'd bring him. Thank you." Gen said, and ignoring Rouge, she stalked over to Charles.
Go me go me go me, Three segments in 24hours, am I good or what?