One by One the Souls Will Take You Over
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The title is a line from a song called 'And Don't Forget To Breathe' by A Static Lullaby. I also do not own Crawling by Linkin Park.
Summary: This is a different story that is set in a parallel universe-mainly focusing on Rogue and Gambit, set after the end of the second season. Rogue never joined the x-men, in fact she has never has meet them instead she joined the Acolytes. Romyness eventually. Note: Rogue has a different past in this story. It will be explained as the story continues.
Thank you all for reviewing!!! I feel so special!!!Author's Note: I am taking some liberties with Rogue's power, so they will be a little different, but not by much.
Thought Telepathic conversations(Translations)
Chapter Six: Confrontations
Rogue clutched her head as she tried to make her way down the hall, towards her room. They were screaming at her, all of them. She wavered slightly, bumping into the wall. She began to run, trying to get away, foolish thinking, within her currently warped mind, that by running away, she could escape the screams.
She threw her door open, and it clanged noisily against the wall. Rogue stifled a scream, as the noise reverberated throughout her head. As cautiously as she could she attempted to shut the door. She turned against the door, feeling the cold metal against her back, as she sled down towards the ground.
Bringing her legs closed to her body, she clutched her head, mumbling incoherently to herself. She gasped slightly, jerking her head to one side. "Stop, please stop…"
****Flashes*****
He stalked it… he was so hungry… bending down slightly; he sniffed the ground catching the sent once more on the cold, hard snow ridden ground. He quickened his pace, his blood searing deliciously at the thought of a kill. Screams and pounding feet could be heard in the distance. It only enticed him more.
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"Stay away from the stove love. It's hot."
"Yes mommy." A boy stated softly as the woman before him turned around to try and get a little baby to eat ground up carrots. The little boy turned back to the stove. 'What was so wrong with it,' he though, stretching his hand out to meet the small flame from underneath the burner, that was still just out of his reach. 'Nothing that pretty could be bad.' He wished it were closer to him, then maybe he could touch it. The flame darted this way and that under the little boy's thoughtful stare. Screams could be heard in the background, as the flames danced their way around the room.
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His hands darted in and out of the unsuspecting pockets. It was all too easy. He stepped into an alleyway to count his earnings. "Que fait-il nous avons ici. A l'air de quelqu'un travaille notre touffe," (What do we have here. looks like someone working our tuft) two scrawny boys said. "L'obtenir" (Get him)
The little boy cowered, as the others advanced towards him, as he clutched the money in one hand. Someone grabbed him by his shirt. Closing his eyes he waited for the blows. And they came, focusing on his stomach first. If the boy hadn't been holding him up, he would have fallen over in pain. A fist connected with his face, and breathing was beginning to become a problem. The sounds of fists pounding on flesh, and a few mumbled curse words filled his ears. Slowly he looked up upon his assailants' faces.
He was dropped suddenly. "Le diable blanc!!" (White devil) And he watched as the boys ran away in fear. He looked down… the money was still in his hand.
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Laughter was all around him. The four walls of his family's small wooden cabin were lit up as shadows danced upon them. The smiling faces of his father, mother, and younger sister, surrounded him. The bright eyes face of his sister came running up to him.
She was so happy, she even giggled slightly when he picked her up, and placed her on his shoulders, so that the little girl could see out the window, and onto the barren landscape. Their barn could just be seen in the twilight.
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"How could y' do dat, fils? (Son) Pourquoi? (Why)" a man stated as he paced in front of a young man. "Dey will want blood f' dis! How could y' do somethin' so bête (daft)?"
"Je suis le père désolé! C'était une erreur (I'm sorry, father. It was an accident)"
****End flashes***
Slowly, after what seemed like ages, the memories dimmed, and her world was no longer a whirlpool of different reminiscences. The room grew once again into focus, and Rogue got up, supporting herself on the wall. And for the second time that day she climbed into her shower to drown out the world.
****about 15 minutes later****
Rogue had just finished drying herself off, when she heard several knocks on the door. "Hold ya horses Mags. Ah'm getting dressed!" She said, pulling out some sweats from her bag.
"This that part of your power? Being telepathic?"
Rogue snorted at the indignity of that statement. "Dontcha insult meh bucket head." She said throwing on the rest of her clothes. She then opened the door to see a surprised Magneto.
"Then how, my dear, did you now it was me?"
"Well considerin' the fact that with the exception me an' ya, everyone else is currently unconscious in the med lab, who the hell else could it have been?"
Magneto nodded silently, backing away as Rogue step through the door and walked down the hall. "Yes, well, I just wanted discuss the events that took place during training in my office. For instance what exactly is your power. And how where you able to take my men- where are you going?" he asked as Rogue turned left.
"The kitchen," Rogue said, not even bothering to stop walking.
"Well my office is this way, you can eat later."
"Ah will eat when evah ah want ta, and considerin' the fact that yoah the one who got meh up at six in the mornin' ta train, an' not lettin' meh eat first, yoah not exactly one mah good side. So ah'm gonna go and eat somethin', so if ya want ta 'discuss' anythin' ya can do that in the kitchen. An' its not like anyone will hear ya, no one else is awake." Rogue said, continuing down the hall and into the kitchen. She looked around for food silently, while waiting for Magneto to catch up to her.
"Well, my dear, what exactly is your power?" Magneto said, seating himself down at the table, watching her walk about the kitchen.
"Ah absorb energy, any kind. Life force, in human, animal, an' plants alike, electricity, even that kinetic crap swap rat throws 'bout. With humans, ah get their memories and abilities, and since ah know yoah wonderin', that includes mutant powers." Rogue stated, sitting down across from him, to eat her cereal, Frosted Flakes (do not own). "However, dependin' on how long ah absorb them fo', they eithah get slightly dizzy, go into a full blow coma, or even death."
"That is an extraordinary power. It is unique too. In fact I don't believe I have ever heard of one like it."
"Nah, ah suspected ya didn't. However it does have its drawbacks. The whole no touchin' thin' can get annoyin'."
"You mean-"
"It's uncontrollable. No way of stoppin' mah skin from absorbin' anythin' it touches."
Magneto sat therefore a while absorbing all that Rogue had told him. "Well, you will most definitely be a benefit to my team."
"Doncha forget that, Mags." Rogue said as Magneto got up to go and rework his plans to add Rogue's power into the mix. "Oh, an' Bucket head? Ya are more scary when ya are all giddy then when ya are actually tryin' ta be imposing." Magneto turned his head slightly to look incuriously at her. "Just thought ya might want ta know." Rogue stated innocently, smirking to herself as she went back to her bowl of cereal.
****seven hours later****
Rogue sat in the small library reading Homer's The Odyssey. Ah gonna have ta get Mags ta get some new books. She looked up suddenly, feeling a twinge in the back of her mind. Looks like Piotr's almost awake. Her stomach growled slightly. She cursed at that. It couldn't have decide to be hungry before some of the boys woke up? She sighed, knowing she'd have to face them eventually. Bettah now then never. The book was set down on the table with a small 'thunk' as she got up from her chair and walked out of the room heading towards the kitchen.
Voices could be heard making their way from the semi-closed doors that separated the hallway from the kitchen. "How could old bucket head bring in a Sheila that is even more crazy then me? I mean does he value my life at all?" a strained voiced said.
"Dat homme don' care f' anythin' mais (but) himself. De fille 's be psychopathic."
"No shit mate! The Sheila took down SABERTOOTH! Not in the Wolverine has ever done that!"
"Dat 's wha Remy's worried 'bout. De fille didn't even break a sweat. An' Piotr 's still sleepin'. Non fille should be able t' do dat. Jamais. (Never/ever)"
The sound of Rogue's stomach growling again, got her to finally walk through the door, and into the soft light of the kitchen. Both Remy and John tensed up, taking up defensive positions by the table. "Ah ain't gonna hurt ya. Just came ta get somethin' ta eat." Rogue said, shifting through the cabinets, looking for something to eat that didn't involve much cooking. Noticing some Easy Mac, the microwave able kind (don't own), she quickly got out a bowl and dumped the small noodles into it. Moving around, she made sure to keep an eye on the boys, just in case they were stupid enough to try anything.
Remy seemed to be the first to overcome the surprise of Rogue suddenly being there. "Y' ain't gonna hurt us, fille? Wha 'bout Piotr down in de med lab, y' weren't gonna hurt him either, petite?"
Rogue merely glare at Remy for a second, before turning back to her macaroni, and placing it in the microwave. John, on the other hand, seemed to gain confidence from the fact that Remy was still alive after her talked to her said, "What did you do Sheila? Try and kill little old me? Oh wait, no you sent Sabertooth to do that. That ain't nice."
"Nice?" Rogue said laughing bitterly, she turned around to see John loosing his nerve as she just glared at him. "Why the hell did ya evah expect meh ta be nice? Never was, ain't ever gonna be."
"So dat just makes it d'accord? (okay) Just cos' y' a chienne (bitch), don mean y' had t' take it out on Remy!!" He was mad now. Rogue could see it in his eyes. They were flashing dangerously, a red glow becoming more pronounced by the second. "Why da hell did y' think y' had de right t' attack Remy like dat?! Y' enjoyed it, didn't y'! Y' be sick!"
Rogue was livid; her anger was etched on ever fraction of her body. "Ya think ahm sick, Cajun? Why doncha take that big thick head o' yoahs an' give it a good thwackin' fo' meh. Don't ya talk 'bout thin's ya cain't even begin ta undahstand, boy. Cos' if ya continue ta run that mouth of yoahs, ah ain't gonna be held responsible if ya suddenly don't have it anymore!" She grabbed her food, and walked out, slamming the door, behind her.
"That Sheila be crazy, mate." Rogue heard as she continued to walk back to her room, never once looking back.
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Another chapter done! Hope you all liked it! It is my longest one yet! Please review!