Untouchable
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Bry
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Chapter 15
Stream of Consciousness
Rogue blew into her hands. The night sky shone night above her, the frost visible in the air. Her footsteps could be heard in the snow as she walked through the trees. Being outside late at night did not frighten her though. It just reminded her of the 8 months she ran away. She walked over to a tree and caressed the bark with her bare hands. The roughness pleased her. Sitting down in the snow, Rogue smiled at the moon. There was something about the night time that pleased her. Anything could happen in the blackness.
Footsteps echoed through the trees. Her bright smile left her face as she saw him step through the branches. He stepped cautiously up to her, careful not to stand too close.
His brown eyes were wide open, frozen. Rogue swallowed. Frozen because of her.
"What did you do to me." He asked.
She slumped down closer to the tree. "It was an accident, David! It was an…"
"An accident!" He yelled. "Accidents don't send people into a coma for three weeks, accidents don't steal a part of your brain, and ACCIDENTS don't kill you from a kiss!" His eyes burned red. "You did this to me, Marie! I am glad you left Mississippi! I am glad I didn't see you when I woke up…I am glad…"
Rogue fisted her eyes in her fist and screamed. The images and thoughts of David's life flashed back into her brain. Sights of herself bounced in her head. Sights of her school, her home, and the citizens that persecuted her after David went into the coma flashed in her head. His voice hurt her. The voice screamed in a pitch no human should make erupted in her ears. Then she realized she was making the noise.
She sat up from her bed at the Institute gasping. Gasping from the torturous pain. She looked out into the darkness and noticed Logan sitting on the bed opposite of her. "I was happy to realize I didn't want death anymore, Rogue. It made me want to live." He rose from the sheets and stood up tall. "The only problem is now something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong." He walked closer to her, his body in a shadow. Light flashed into the room and Rogue shrieked. Logan's face was mauled. Every cut he had ever received gapped open. "I can't heal anymore, kid. I am unraveling at the seams." Before he made it to the bed, he fell to the ground into pieces.
Rogue was horrified. All of a sudden she was being placed in the tank in Stryker's lab. Men stood at hear side in medical gear. They held out their tools and began to make incisions into her skin. Heat filled in. Pain filled her.
Other people stood around, watching the mutilation, laughing at her naked form. She tried to get away, but the restraints held her down. Champagne was popped open, sterilization ignored, and glasses filled with the bubbling substance. She screamed in agony.
All of a sudden the room was empty. Rogue sat up, free. She got out of the tank, coughing out the metal. Her hair draped around her shoulders damp. She walked to the exit and pushed open the heavy door, and walked right into a city street.
A soldier grabbed her arm and wretched her back. Magneto stood off to the side, touching the helmet on his head, smiling. She cried out as she watched her parents being pulled from her side. The guards were butting people over their heads with the ends of their rifles.
Rogue fought against the soldiers grasps. She wanted her parents back. She would go anywhere if she was with her parents. She looked up to the metal gate. The barbed wired called out for her. The handling of her was getting rougher, but she didn't care. The wire needed her, wanted her. Her arms reached out, she was calling it to come to her. The metal shook. The guard looked startled before he was crushed.
She stood there with her arms stretched out in front of her. The digits tattooed across her wrist stood out. They would pay. They would all pay.
Rogue looked up at Bobby's family pictures. His family smiled back at her. Mocking her. Why should Bobby have all the luck? He gets the girl, has enormous power, and a family who still cares for him. She snapped her lighter bitterly. Why did the world love the Ice but hate the Fire.
Rogue smiled evilly. She'll show him. Yeah, she will show Mr. Lucky what pain felt like. Remorse did not set into her as the cops had them surrounded. So Bobby wasn't as lucky as she thought. The little punk whose room she changed in had called the cops. Well, how will Bobby deal with that? She clanked her lighter together with a vengeance. Might as well make the stupid humans pay for their mistake. Her control of the fire flattered. The pleasure emitting from the open fire thrilled her. Yes, every human would pay.
She coughed out water as she rose from Alkali Lake. The fire inside her burned. She needed him. Scott. Where was he? Rogue shot an orange blast at the nearby wolf absorbing his life energy. The sad animal dropped to its paws and whimpered. Rogue raised her hand, mesmerized by her power. Her arms shot above her head. She was flying. The air suspended her, held her in place. And off she went. Searching for Scott. She needed Scott. Scott knew everything. Who Scott was and what he knew, she did not know. But she knew she needed him.
Shaking her head violently, Rogue found herself sitting back in the forest. For once back inside her own head. She stood up weak and began walking clumsily. Her thoughts were tumbling inside her head, screaming to let out. Every person she touched yelled at her, accusing her of stealing from them. She cried out in pain when the force into a tree.
Carol Danvers stood in front of her, wiping the blood off her head. "You stole from me! You stole me! My powers!"
Rogue stood up, unfazed. She felt unbelievably strong. She walked up to the woman and tossed her aside. A smile broke out onto her face again. "These powers are mine now!" She lifted her foot, tempted to kill the weakling when arms wrapped around her.
Bobby held her tight, and Carol disappeared. The trees shifted into walls. A bed emerged where the forest floor should have been. Candles lit the room and Bobby's hands touched her cheek. "I love you, Marie. You don't know how long I have waited for this." His lips touched hers, and for once there was no pain. He clutched her to him, his hands began to wander.
They fell back, kissing each other with all they had. His hands felt like ice, but Rogue did not care. Every awful demon was made up for in this one moment.
She closed her eyes and reopened them shocked to see David in front of her. They were on top of her bed in her old room, his smile sweet. He bent down to kiss her, but then it was Logan. Logan then Magneto. Then it was Pyro, a leery expression on his face. Then Jean and Carol, morphed into one. And then it was Bobby. Her sweet Bobby.
"Marie. We are all a part of you now. Forever." His lips pressed against hers, the coldness filling her. And then she slept.
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Love to all reviewers,
Bry
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