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Chapter Nine: Morningstar
A/N: Wow... I have nothing to say... Um Billie Joe is sexy! I worship at the altar of Mike! Ok. Go watch Phantom of the Opera, kiddies.
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Jean was really starting to get annoyed with Remy and Rogue.
The former now took the latter to and from school almost every day, made sure she never had to wear gloves around him, and was constantly touching her in little ways; kissing her gloved hand, holding her hand, wrapping an arm around her, or playing with her hair.
It was enough to make the telepath want to hurl.
Honestly, what did he even see in her? Her excessive use of make-up ruined any good looks she might have had, and she was so pale. Jean's mother was from California, so she was more fond of tanned skin than her Southern teammate. Also, she was so thin. She wasn't freakishly curvy to begin with, but she'd been slender. And then she just started getting thinner and thinner.
And that stupid bitch always wore black. Black. Yeah, it was slimming, but she was already pale. Oh, yeah, way to make yourself look like your friend- I mean, a vampire. Jean mentally projected thoughts like these at school, fully aware that Rouge couldn't hear her.
She was unaware that someone could, however.
"It is all going according to plan," she whispered, toying with her gun. She tossed it idly, waiting for the response.
"Does she remember?" a raspy voice inquired. The gun-wielder shook her head and shoved the gun into the back of her pants.
"Leave," the voice commanded, and she nodded and left.
The X-Men were assembled in the living room. Rogue was seated on the floor, lotus-style, wearing black pants and a blood-red peasant blouse with bell sleeves. Jean glared down at her, wearing a tight, denim mini skirt and a pink halter with a white sweater that said "ROXY" across the top in pink letters folded in her lap. (AN: One of the boys in my class wore one like that. It was some girl's, but he was cold and found it in the back of the class.) Remy was trying to hold in his laughter, as Rogue was either oblivious to the older girl's jealousy or simply ignored it.
"Students, I have picked up the signal of a new mutant," Professor X stated as he wheeled himself in. Rogue yawned loudly and obnoxiously, and Willow giggled.
"So we go retreat the suckers an' tell 'em the drill?" Rogue drawled, beginning to get up. However, the Professor held up his hand, signaling for her to sit back down.
"Cerebro could not pick up who this mutant was, how old they are, or even their powers. They seemed to be shielded by a telepath stronger than me. It's almost as if they-"
"Wanted it to be known that there was a new mutant around but didn't want us to know who they were," Willow cut in, finishing for him.
"So, like, what do we do?" Kitty asked, and the Professor sighed and folded his hands.
"We wait, Kitty," he said softly. "We wait."
"Boss-lady said she heard of some more mutants, yo," Todd said to the other members of the Brotherhood. Lance snorted.
"You mean freaks that had the sense to hide their mutations, Toad," he corrected. Todd shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, yo. I think the boss-lady knows more than she's willin' to tell us, yo."
Willow yawned and stretched. She and Rogue sat facing each other, both wearing all black. She folded her legs beneath her, and slapped one of her feet.
"Why is he takin' so long?" she complained, arching her back and enjoying the popping sensation. "I swear, if he doesn't hurry up, then I'm gonna wait till he comes, shove you out of the way and scream 'RAPE' at the top of my lungs." She proclaimed soundly. Rogue snapped her head up.
"That's not funny!" she snapped at the black-haired girl, who held her hands up as a sign of surrender.
"Whoa, sorry. What's the big deal, anyways?" she asked her, curious. Rogue shrugged.
"Ah… Ah don't know…" she said slowly.
"I'm here," a voice called from the shadows, and both girls leapt to their feet.
"Finally!" Willow exclaimed. And with that, the two disappeared into the shadows.
"I don't get this," Jean said as she, Remy, and Kitty waited up for Willow, Rogue, and Evan. "They've never stayed out this late. Or, at least, not without calling." Kitty was tapping her foot on the floor and her fingers on her knee alternatively.
"Did she say that she was like, spending the night with anyone?" Kitty asked, and Jean's telepathy could not hide the scornful look that crossed her face.
"Yeah, and who would invite her to spend the night?" she asked, and Remy didn't answer, just kept sliding the card between his fingers quickly.
After more minutes of silence, Kitty sighed again.
"I'm like, starting to get worried…" she said trailing off. "I mean, she might do something totally crazy!" Jean rolled her eyes and twisted a strand of red hair.
"She'd never rob a bank or anything," Jean said dismissively. Kitty threw a glare at her.
"I meant something like running away, but if you want to place her as a juvenile delinquent just because her boyfriend is, go right ahead!" and with that parting phrase, the valley girl stormed up the stairs.
However, once in her room, she opened the window quietly and crawled out onto the sill. She easily climbed down the wall, and inwardly smirked, being careful to not project her thoughts.
And Jean said I'd never learn anything from Willow.
She hit the ground quietly, and let herself fall into the ground. Ever once in a while, her head would pop up when she needed air. Finally she reached the gate.
"Shadowcat," she whispered to the security system, and the gate opened. She settled for a long wait outside in a tree, hoping no one noticed the absence of another student at the Institute.
Hours later, after she had slipped into slumber and the sun was beginning to rise, the three missing students in question slipped back into the mansion.
Rogue tossed and turned as another dream plagued her.
"They tried to keep me away from you," he whispers in her ear. He is still cold and she is wondering if he's even alive, but all thoughts cease as he fiddles with the zipper on her sweatshirt, pulling it down desperately. They aren't in the same closet, and she's wearing a different outfit, so it must be a new day.
Different day. Different place. Same tragic story.
He rips it off of her, and she realizes they are in a bedroom. The word echoes in her mind, and she is terrified. Terrified by where they are, how forceful he is, that maniacal gleam in his eyes. She realizes that if he has been told to stay away from her, she probably should scream, but she can't find her voice.
He looks her over, and she can't help but notice the lust in his eyes. She wants to hurt him, beat him, hit him, anything, but she is so consumed with fear that she can't move.
"I'll make you mine tonight," his hoarse voice whispers as he reaches for the buttons on her blouse. She slaps his hand away, and he backhands her across the face as punishment. She cries out, but it is a quiet, defeated cry. He grabs her wrist and throws her away from him. She flies across the room, her shoulder slamming into the wall. It hurts, and she sobs in a combination of fear, pain, contempt at her fear, and disgust at whoever he is.
She falls onto the bed. Or maybe she is pushed. It doesn't really matter, because now he is on top of her.
Rogue screamed as she sat up straight in bed. Kitty was in her bed, which was surprising because she had been gone when Rogue had come back. The aforementioned valley girl fell out of her bed with a yelp, sheets tangled around her legs. Remy, unsurprisingly, was the first person in. He held three cards, ready to charge and throw them, when he saw the disgruntled girl on the floor and they panting girl in bed, he relaxed a little.
"What's wrong, p'tite?" he asked his girlfriend as he sat next to her. She tried to pull away- she wore a black short-sleeve shirt instead of long sleeves, but he was wearing long sleeves so he didn't let her. She massaged her temples and shook her head.
"Ah can't remember," she said, worry tingeing her voice.
Had he been a telepath, he would have known that she was actually worried about him discovering her blatant lie.
"She's lying," Jean immediately told him as he exited the girls' room. "I don't know what the truth is, but something scared her and she knows what it is." Normally Remy would have assumed she just wanted to get Rogue in trouble, but the conviction with which she spoke convinced him otherwise.
"Are y' sure?" he asked the telepath, and she shook her head.
"She could just be trying to trick me, and the Professor would be furious if I probed. But, I wouldn't want to…" at his puzzled look, she explained: "If something scared her that much, I'm almost positive that it would terrify me."
Remy was inclined to agree. Rogue didn't scare easily, and anything that had her too scared to talk about it would be terrifying for anyone else.
The hot water cascaded down around her, scalding her skin and slowly turning it from pale white to pink. There was really no reason for her to need such a hot, cleansing shower. It wasn't like she had done anything wrong. It was just a dream, she told herself as she turned the cold water completely off. The bathroom was completely steamed up and Kitty would throw a fit because Rogue had used up all the hot water, but she didn't care. Finally, she turned the water off.
"Like, finally!" she heard Kitty say from outside. "Use up all the hot water why don't you? I can practically feel the, like, steam out here!" she complained.
"Shut up!" she snapped as she threw on a pair of jeans and a baggy black shirt that said 'The Movielife' and had two dice on it. "Ah'm coming!" she yelled through the door, and after toweling her hair, opened the door and attempted to walk by. Kitty however, grabbed her arm and pointed at the redness.
"I knew you were taking a totally hot shower!" she proclaimed, and Rogue decided not to comment. "Did you, like, even keep the cold water a little bit on?" she asked, and Rogue shook her head. Kitty rolled her eyes and let go, walking into the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, as Rogue was applying black lipstick, she heard Kitty scream,
"Rogue! I'm like, totally gonna kill you!"
She snickered as she placed the newly bought tube back on her dresser.
Suddenly, a thought echoed in her head. Black, isn't that familiar? But… He was wearing black? Remember him? He wore black lipstick? She clutched her head as the thoughts echoed in her head. Then the moment passed.
Maybe… Maybe I'm starting to remember more…Remy heard laughter echoing from the living room. He peeked in and saw Willow and Kitty giggling with some bleach-blond guy up on the screen.
"Where's Roguey?" he asked. They both leapt to their feet and turned the TV off.
"Remy!" Kitty all but yelled. "I, like, totally didn't see you there…"
"Obviously," Willow said as she trailed off. Kitty reached over as if to smack her, but Willow dodged it.
"Leave us alone," Kitty snapped at Remy suddenly.
"Don't mind her," she said, "She's never liked you. And she probably never will." He shrugged.
"Where's Roguey?" he repeated, and Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Can we say, like, one-track mind?" she said sarcastically.
"She's out," Willow said, "I think she's in the park," she added at his disappointed look, "But you're going to have to look for her."
Remy nodded and slipped out the door. When he was gone, Kitty hit Willow on the arm.
"What did you do that for?" she asked the older, paler mutant.
(Ok, this part is Rogue's thoughts. Trust me. If it isn't italicized, not my problem. Blame my 'puter)
Do I even exist? Am I a real human, tangible? Well, not touchable, really, but solid? Or am I just a shadow of a person, gliding meaninglessly from place to place. People notice me, but I am transparent, a ghost. I am seen but never heard. People know I am there but they don't like it.
So am I real? If I am, then why do I feel so…separate from everyone else? They are happy, and I am lonely. They try to befriend me, but they will never understand the agony of never being able to touch. I want them to believe that I am a real human being, but I don't know if I believe that.
And if I'm real, am I anything to Remy? Remy LeBeau; Remy the beautiful. Before I hated him; but now? I care more than I ever knew I could. And it hurts, because I don't know if he does. I know he tells me he does, but he can't touch me! What guy would ever want that?
Am I his anything, his everything? Am I anything to him like he is everything to me? Or am I nothing, a ghost that disappears as daylight comes?
I don't know, but I do know one thing: I wish I were real.
A/N: And, it is finished, with stories of male classmates in pink Roxy jackets!
OK, too much sugar for me. Originally this story was "You're Not Alone" but then it took a different path then I thought it would. I was, ironically enough, listening to "Goodbye To You" when I wrote this. I love that song, especially the live version. Anyways, review and I will love you forever.
It's James Marsters! Spikeykins! Or, at least, that's what we call him… Mmm…sexay.
Shout-Outs:
Gothic Cajun: Yeah, I wish I had pale skin. Unfortunately, I am condemned to having a yellow-inted pigment, making me look like I barely survived a recent bout of cholera. Or possibly anorexia. Anyways. Update: para j00!
Hell Devil: feels special
ishandahalf: well at least I kept it coming.
Shanaiza: In due time.
enchandedlight: glad you liked it. sorry for being lazy in everything except school.
Roguesheart: Well, you suffered, but was it worth it?
Star-of-Chaos: All shall be explained when I feel like it.
Lyrics- "Morningstar" by AFI; "The Art of Drowning":
I saw a star beneath the stairsGlowing through a melted wall
Who will be the first to fall?
Or will we become one?
Am I the star beneath the stars?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
I saw a star beneath the stairs,
Glowing bright before descent
And in the morning there is nothing left
But what's inside of me
And I don't want to die tonight,
Will you believe in me?
And I don't want to fall into the light
Will you wish upon?
Will you walk upon me?
I don't want to die tonight
Will you…
-The Tourniquet