Untouchable
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Chapter 17
Reeling with Power
Rogue shifted in her bed, her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. It had been a week since she had woken from her coma, and she was ready to kill someone. She was ordered bed rest, and the whole school was treating her as an invalid. At first the pampering she received from her teachers, her classmates, and her boyfriend felt nice since her body had been overloaded in pain. But now with the boredom setting in, she was going to hit the next person who offered to fluff her pillow.
She curled her fist as she turned onto her side. One of her skunk streaks fell into her eyes as she stared with distaste at her skin. Ms. Marvel's power still flowed in her veins. The urge to fly was almost consuming her entire being; the urge to hurt someone cried from inside, and finally the taunting voice of Carol Danvers urged her to let her free.
Rogue stuck her head into her pillow, fighting another urge. The urge to cry. Her hands clutched her blanket as Carol's voice grew louder, begging her to let her free.
Wasn't once enough?
Rogue closed her eyes trying to avoid the taunts.
Why must you keep on stealing from me?
Why must you keep stealing from us all, Marie?
"I didn't mean to." She whispered to her head. "I couldn't help it."
Couldn't help it? You know you enjoyed it Marie. You find your pleasure from taking what you don't have. You want to take what you will never have!
Rogue placed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the screeching voice. "I don't want to steal! I swear!" She yelled into her pillow. "Why won't you leave me alone?"
I will leave you alone when you let me go! But you will keep on stealing, because you enjoy it! Take while you can, since I know that you won't have much longer!
Rogue's body shot out of her bed. "What do you mean by that?" But her only response was an evil laughter that echoed in the room. Rogue yelled for an answer but she was left in silence. Rogue couldn't stop yelling for the voice to come back.
Bobby walked in the room seeing his girlfriend screaming like a banshee in the middle of her bedroom floor. He walked over to her swiftly, trying to wrap her in his arms when she lashed out.
"Don't touch me!" She screeched. His touch felt like fire a fire that burned at her skin through her nightgown. Her arms slashed out, and met Bobby in his middle. He gasped in pain as his body flew across the room, hitting against the wall. "Don't touch me." Tears poured down her cheeks.
Bobby tried to tell her to be calm, but air refused to enter his body. He stumbled to his knees, trying to make it to his feet. Rogue stared at him in shock. All the color left his cheeks, his bright blue eyes momentarily lost there shine. She wiped her cheeks with shaky hands, and started to approach him.
"I am sorry Bobby." She whispered softly. She stood in front of him, not quite sure what to. She reached down and pulled him off the ground with ease. He coughed as he stood on his feet. "Are you ok?"
He nodded his head as he fought with his vocal chords for the ability to speak. "I am fine." He said hoarsely. "Are you alright?" Concern filled his eyes.
"I am fine." She was too unsure about her feelings to confide in Bobby.
Color reappeared on his face as his breathing became more relaxed. "Well just to be safe maybe you should get some rest." He motioned for her to go back to bed but Rogue stood her ground. "No, Bobby."
He looked confused. He bit his lip and said, "You need to rest, Marie. It will make you feel better."
She felt tiny flames shoot figuratively from her head. "No, Bobby." She said again, but this time her anger could be heard in her voice.
"You need to get better. A little rest will do you a world of good."
Rogue steamed more. It was the middle of the day, and she certainly did not need to rest. And she did not need her boyfriend treating her like a child. His hand went to touch her shoulder; she ducked out of the way. His puzzled eyes did not faze her. She swung her hair from her face, and kept herself an arms distance from him. After the confrontation in her mind with Carol, the last thing she needed was to be told to do. Her anger was to hot for her to deal with him now. The intensity of the heat scared her. She started to leave her room when Bobby stood in her way.
"We have to talk now, Marie."
"Bobby, I can't deal with you now!" She tried to pass him but he continued to block her path.
"You haven't talked with me since before your coma."
Her eyes glared. "Maybe because you have been treating me like a child for the last week, Drake!"
He looked confused. "I try and take care of you, and now I am to blame?"
"I have a thousand doctors in this darn school! I don't need you to be one too!" She exclaimed.
Bobby's face burned. "Fine! You won't have to deal with me for a while! I don't need to deal with this." He stomped out of the room. "I hope you feel better…ROGUE!"
Rogue shook as the door slammed shut. She needed help. This burning inside her threatened to explode, threatening to tear her apart. That was one of the few times Bobby called her by Rogue. This person inside her threatened to take everything from her, it threatened to take her Bobby away from her. Her cool headed Iceman.
She walked out of her room and managed to walk down the staircase. She forgot that she was in her night gown. She needed help now. She walked up to the Professor's office and did not bother to knock. The hinges creaked as she stepped inside.
The bald headed man looked up from his work, waiting for her to talk.
"I need help, Professor. I need to let her go."
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Bry
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