This chapter is in Logan's point of view. The first part is about ten minutes after the first chapter.
Chapter 2
I was flipping through a magazine when I heard quiet footsteps pass my bedroom door. I stood up and looked out. It was Rogue, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. I threw my magazine behind me and stuck my head out of my door. Then I hurried to catch up with her.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" I asked.
She turned around. "I'm leaving," she simply stated. "I'm... I'm going to get the cure."
"Whoa," I exclaimed. "I hope you're not doing this for some boy!"
She looked down, not even bothering to answer my question.
"Rogue, I'm not your father. I'm your friend," I said gruffly. 'But I want to be so much more than that.'
My voice softened considerably. "But before you go, answer me this: Is this what you really want?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I want to be able to do just everyday things. A hug. A handshake. A kiss."
'You can do that. Just not with him.'
I reached down to stroke her cheek with my hand. I felt her power suck the life out of me. But it was okay, I was fine. It was a simple, and short, touch.
"Rogue..." I muttered. "Please... Make the choice you really want."
I turned around to leave. Her voice trailed after me. "Marie."
I turned back around, a smile on my face.
"Marie."
Apparently, she hadn't left the next day. But she was pissed. Pissed as ever at Bobby. And he was the one who started it, according to Rogue.
"How's my southern belle today?" I heard him ask. I was sitting on the couch, enjoying a nice beer. Hey, who cares if it's a school? I can bring beer in. I watched Rogue with slight interest.
"Go away, Bobby," she muttered.
He stared at her in awe. "What?"
"I said, go away."
He was still staring at her in shock. "What did I do?"
"You know what you did. Now, go. Away." When it appeared he was going to bother Rogue the whole day, I leapt up, my claws sliding out quickly.
"She said she wants for you to go away, bub," I growled. Bobby stared at me, his hand emitting a slight fog. I had a suspicious thought that he was turning into ice.
Bobby glared at me before stomping away.
"You okay, Rogue?" I asked worriedly. She glared at me too.
"I don't need you help, okay? I can defend myself from assholes like Bobby."
"Wait, Rogue!"
But she was gone. 'Geez, what the hell is wrong with them?'
I shook my head and sighed, taking a long swig from my near empty beer bottle. A few seconds later, the beer bottle was empty.
"Ah, shit." I threw the bottle into a nearby trash can and stormed up to my room. Throwing open my bedroom door, I was surprised to find Rogue, hunched over onmy bed.
"Rogue?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
She looked up, tears running fresh down her face. "I'm sorry."
I took a step forward. "Sorry?"
"Sorry for being here. Sorry for being alive."
I sat next to her and ran my hand down her back. I felt her shiver slightly.
"Why are you sorry for being alive? We need you here, Rog-Marie."
"No, you don't. You're just saying that. And then you know what you're going to do? Forget. Forget about this conversation, forget about me. I don't even care anymore; besides, I can't do anything. I want to get the cure, but then I don't.. And Bobby doesn't love me anymore; I'm not sure he did in the first place. I hate life."
She flopped down on the bed, her hand behind her head.
"Face it, Logan. No one wants me," she whispered.
I laid down beside her.
"Don't think like that, Marie. You know it's not true."
She shuffled around for a moment and sighed.
"Yeah, it's true. Can you name one person who isn't afraid to touch me? Name one person who wants me to stay."
I sat up again and looked into my palms. I remember when I had burned my hand with a cigar, watching the burn heal. It all seemed like a dream, my life. I didn't remember anything past when I picked Rogue up a year or two ago.
"Me."
Rogue sat up abruptly and stared at me for a second. "Oh."
All of a sudden, she left the room, dragging her bag along with her.
I shook my head, laying back down on my bed.
"I want you to live, Rogue. Really, I do."
