What do you do when you release your life is over. When the world around you starts to collapse and there's no escape for you. Sometimes it feels like the world is not collapsing by itself but the people around you are tearing the world apart. Or rather tearing her world apart. It was tiring having to look into the laughing faces of others as they mock her thinking that she doesn't notice when deep down she was burning with an uncontrollable anger. It's so frustrating to have to be around all there fake smiles as they pretend that they liked her when really they hate her. But not as much as she hated them, no, they don't feel that flame that refuses to go away every time she saw them everytime they dare to make her feel like she doesn't belong. Like she was better off dead. But if that's what they want, that's what they get. But if she died she wasn't planning on going alone. She planned to take a few people with her just to make it a little harder for them to sleep at night then they would not only think about what they've done to her and how they've betrayed her but also all the people she killed and how that's what they made her into. A monster, an angry, outraged monster, born by their hatred and betrayal they showed towards her. They were speaking in low voices downstairs. Whispering about would to do with her. But that didn't matter. All that concerned her was getting away and getting revenge. She remembered everything now. How she was taken away from her parents and used as an experiment. How they had killed her parents. She planned to hurt them, kill them. But she needed help. And she knew where she could get it. Slowly she went downstairs. The whispering seized abruptly. Rogue looked around. Storm and Scott stood in the room. Neither was looking directly at her.
'Where's the Professor?'
'He went back to the mansion. He felt it right to be at Kitty's funeral since he was the one who brought her to the school.'
Rogue nodded and looked around. The place seemed cleaner. There were blankets neatly folded on the couch. Someone must have slept in the house to make sure she didn't go anywhere. She could smell food in the kitchen. She hadn't eaten in a while. She pushed the thought of hunger from her mind. She had more important things to think about.
'I need some fresh air, please.'
Storm shifted uncomfortably. Scott however should firm and shook his head.
'I don't think you should leave the house. Why don't you sit down and try to relax.'
'Well funnily enough every time I do that I become more stressed.'
'I'm sorry Rogue but no.'
She wasn't going to get through to him. She turned to Storm tears in her eyes.
'Please, just let me go into the backyard. Just for a moment.'
Storm looked up at her. Slowly she nodded. As Scott tried to speak she held her hand up.
'Just for a few minutes.'
Scott turned and marched into the kitchen. Storm sighed sat down. Rogue walked outside. She kept her back towards the house. She knelt down beside some flowers, which were withered and brown. Slowly she reached into her pocket and took out her cell phone. Keep her hands steady and trying not to cause suspicion she pressed redial. The phone rang for a while before a short click sound showed someone had answered.
'Don't say anything. They're not going to let me go. I need his help.'
There was silence on the other end. She glanced over shoulder. Scott was still peering at her through the kitchen window.
'Hurry' she whispered.
She switched the phone off and shoved it back into her pocket. All she had to do now was wait. Carefully she lay back onto the grass. She began to think again. Tried to remember, she needed more information, no matter how much remembering hurt.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHERE AM I? PLEASE LET ME GO HOME. I HAVE CHILDREN.'
Marie lifted her head from her arms. The screams had disturbed her dreams. They'd found another one. It would mean more tests and experiments. She didn't know how long she'd been here, a month, a year maybe. Every time they brought someone screaming and took them away limp and lifeless. But she stayed no matter how many experiments they put her through, no matter how close to death she was. The woman was thrown into the cell next to her. She had light brown hair, which barely passed her shoulders. She was wearing a white dress, which was stained, in areas where she had been dragged. Her shoes were removed and her face was red and tear-stained. She continued to scream and pound her fists until finally she slumped down onto the bed. Marie watched as she the tears fell down her face. Marie stood up and moved closer. She stretched her thin arm through the bars that separated them. The woman jumped backwards. She must have not noticed her. The women frowned at her gloved hand. Marie noticed and retracted it back.
'It's for protection. So that no-one can get hurt.'
The woman sat down on the floor.
'How old are you?'
'I don't remember. I don't even know how long I've been here.'
The woman nodded.
'You have a name?'
'Marie.'
'Nice to meet you, Marie. I'm Mrs Basset.'
Marie walked back to her bed and lay down facing the ceiling.
'Marie, how long will they keep me here.'
Marie sat up slowly. Everyone asked her this. At first she always played dumb and pretended she didn't know. But it was no use pretending.
'Until their finished with you.'
'When will that be?'
'When your dead.'
'Rogue?'
Rogue opened her eyes. Pyro was bending over her. She smiled loving the way the sun brightened his hair.
'There you are.'
He smiled and leaned in close until his lips were centimetres away from her. He blew softly on her neck. She felt her spine tingle with joy.
'Kiss me.'
She looked into his eyes, she wanted to but she didn't want to hurt him. But then she felt the reckless beast that lived in her heart. Without a second thought she grabbed him and pulled him towards her. She kissed him hard, and then he started kissing her back. It felt right, it felt like heaven. But then she started to feel him losing strength. She could feel his power flowing into her. She liked this feeling. She didn't want this to end. But then suddenly she remembered what she could do. With all her might she pushed him away. She lay on the grass trying to calm the beast that wanted more.
'I'm sorry!'
'Don't be.'
She sat up. Magneto was standing in front of her. Next to him was Mystique and a handful of other mutants she didn't recognise.
'You have amazing power, be proud of it.'
She nodded feeling delighted.
'Where's Scott and Storm?'
'Taken care of. Come, we must leave now. There will be time to talk later.'
Rogue stood up. Two mutants moved forward to help Pyro up.
'No.' said Rogue, 'I'll do it.'
She leaned over. He was lying on his back breathing heavily. She put her arm under him and heaved him up. He put his arm over her shoulder and together they followed Magneto. She leaned towards him and whispered,
'I didn't want to hurt you.'
'You didn't, that was great.'
She smiled. No matter what lay ahead, that would be the best moment of her life.
'Your sure this is what you want.'
'Yes.'
'It's going to be dangerous.'
Rogue looked at Pyro. He stood slumped against the wall. He didn't look directly at her. He just nodded.
'I want to do this.'
'We leave tomorrow night. First we have to work out a plan of action.'
Rogue nodded. She turned and walked out the tent. Pyro didn't follow. She assumed he was going to first speak to Magneto. Mystique was standing outside. Rogue walked cautiously towards her.
'Have you tried?'
'Excuse me.'
'To use an ability other than your own.'
'No, I never held on that long.'
'What about during the experiments?'
Rogue thought.
'I didn't know how.'
Mystique nodded. She didn't seem to want to push the topic.
'So why contact Magneto.'
'I needed his help and offered mine in return.'
Mystique raised her eyebrow.
'We located the man who experimented on me; Magneto is interested in his research. Then we use the research to rebuild Magneto's machine to turn humans into mutant.'
'Mystique.'
Magneto and Pyro had come out of the tent. Mystique smiled at him and followed him into the tent.
'Um…Pyro?'
She turned towards him and about to ask him something when he enclosed her in his arms. She clung on tight to him. She still remembered the kiss and all of his thoughts and memories. Suddenly she remembered something, a thought of his that had stayed in her mind. She moved her lips close to his ear.
'I love you too.'