Untouchable
AN: It's almost indecent that I update so soon… jk. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews. I am glad to know I haven't lost most of my readers. I appreciate it. Anyway, enjoy the update, and keep up the awesome work. Also, I don't know which of my other stories I should update first, so please tell me which one you guys think should be the next one updated.
Thanks to all.
Bry
Sumerstormes
Chapter 29
Survival
Rogue didn't like that look in his eye. John- Pyro stood in the doorway of her cell, clicking his lighter open and closed. Open and closed. His cool eyes where just staring at her. Open and closed. He didn't say a word to her. Open and closed.
Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to choke out, "Too bad that won't work."
He cocked his eyebrow. "What? What won't work?"
She licked her dry lips. "Your lighter. You're like Bobby now…can't… you can't use your power… you're like…" He took a step in, and she stopped.
"Like you?" Pyro took another step and smiled wide. His shark lighter snapped against his grasp. His thumb rested against the starter. "Are you even aware of what that cocktail of drugs are doing to you?"
Rogue fought inside herself to stay strong. He couldn't do anything to her. Her power would stop him. Her hands slightly quivered against their bonds. It had to stop him.
He kept approaching her. "Of course you know. You saw Bobby. Magneto has the ability of paralyzing mutations." Leering at her, he bent down. "Stryker thought it up, but Mystique managed to steal the formula." The lighter clanked shut. "It messes with you on the molecular level, Rogue. It doesn't cure you, but makes you as powerful as a normal human. And the best part is it lasts for days at a time."
She just stared him down. He wasn't going to get to her. "Weren't you the one that got hit with dart, John?" she said mockingly.
"Pyro. My name is Pyro." She was pissing him off. "John is dead." He looked down at his lighter. He clicked it just to make her wince. She refused to let him get the best of her. "But yeah Rogue. Thanks to you, I was out for a few hours. Got a head ache too. It was damn fun."
"So you are a mere human now, John." Rogue spit out sarcasticly.
He opened his lighter and struck a flame. "They thing is, if you had it your way, I would be powerless." He didn't even bother looking at the flame as it rose out of the lighter. It effortless flew up around her face, as if to caress her. "Lucky thing for me is, I just got hit in the shoulder with a tranq." Retracting the flame to the lighter, Pyro moved in closer.
She breathed in sharply.
"Too bad for you, you got injected with Stryker's concoction."
Nothing could stop her power. Jean would have known. Xavier would have known. There is no cure. She was safe.
The fine hairs on her check raised up as his hand moved dangerously to her face. She was fine. He couldn't hurt her. Could he?
"John don't do it. It could hurt you."
"Pyro. The name is Pyro." He said softly. He was transfixed with her face. Then he touched.
Rogue cried out. The imprinting had to begin any second. It had to. His other hand reached up for her face. The lighter felt cold against her cheek. His hand felt too warm, too odd.
And nothing happened.
Bobby laid flat against the ground. He didn't have the energy to move at all. Somehow he knew he was dying. It wasn't that bad.
Freezing to death wasn't as gruesome as he always thought. He just felt sleepy. There wasn't the immense pain from his blood crystallizing or his organs freezing. He just wanted to recede out of existance.
Nothing mattered enough to make him want to keep breathing. It wasn't worth the effort.
His skin was a bright blue, but none of his extremities had any symptoms of frost bite. In the days of being in this condition, his skin just kept on getting glossier. As if it was turning into ice.
Pyro leaned in, after testing the waters, and placed his lips against hers. She tried to push away, but the bounds wouldn't allow her the slack to move. He gripped onto her shoulders and pressed her against him.
Rogue wanted to scream. Why him? His touch was revolting her. She just wanted to puke.
He moaned loudly.
The metal pressed against her skin as she tried to fight against the bonds.
Tears rolled down her face. He didn't even notice. His hands ripped the one sleeve of her top and started groping her body.
She was being raped. The untouchable was being raped by her ex-best friend while her boyfriend was dying in the next room.
What she would do to have her power. Every wish, every prayer she had ever made to get rid of her curse came back to haunt her.
The voices in her head cheered Pyro on, screaming that she deserved it. That she wanted it.
His hand dug lower.
Whore. Thief. Bitch.
They echoed in her head. Why wouldn't they leave her alone? Why wouldn't John just stop?
She cried out in pain against his hands. He laughed outside and inside her head.
Why couldn't she at least be in peace inside her own head if her power was lost? If her power was lost…
She yelped out loud. Physically her power was gone… but could she use her power in her head? Could she stop him?
Her eyes clouded, but Pyro didn't even notice. He was enjoying his revenge against Bobby. Would Bobby even be coherent enough before he died to learn the news the Pyro had what the Iceman couldn't? It didn't matter. He would know.
That was his last thought before he dropped.
Veins exploded around his face. His gripped loosened, and his lighter crashed against the ground.
Rogue looked up, gasping for breath. He hadn't even wanted her for her. Just for revenge. She felt sick. But she had to focus.
Her vision was clouded by infer red. She might have not had the strength to free herself from her bounds, but she could melt them.
Her body was bruised, her clothes torn, but Rogue had the means to survive.
AN: See, it didn't take me that long to update. Please tell me what you think. The story is approaching its end, but don't stop your great work.
I love you all!
Bry
sumerstormes
