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Sorry if this seems a bit random, but this piece just came to me, I may edit it later but I quite like it at the moment. Please R+R!
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Rogue was finally released a week later, but instructed that she could not leave the mansion without an escort in case the people who attacked her came back. In all that time she still had not said a word, nor communicated with anyone beyond a simple nod or shake of her head. She could tell that everyone was trying to get her to speak in some way or another. The first time she emerged for breakfast people kept trying to initiate conversation with her; once that had been exhausted Jamie had 'accidently' spilt the milk so that it ran over her legs. She had not even moved to brush it off simply kept eating her cereal.
Kitty had tried each night to begin a conversation about anything, once she had even gone through her CD collection asking if she wanted to go and see any of the bands. She immediately trailed off remembering what happened the last time.
That conversation had got Rogue thinking about her place in the world. She was sat on her bed while everyone else was mucking about in the rec room downstairs, she didn't feel like joining the main group much anymore; she had used to like sitting on the sidelines watching life going on about her but now that had lost its thrill for her.
She had come to the conclusion that she was a vessel, simply that. Her purpose in life was to be filled and used. She had been being used since she could remember. Firstly by Destiny and Mystique, though their eventual purpose for her she had no idea, then by Xavier to promote his message, he may not see it that way; but everything looked a lot less idealistic in black and white. Then there had been Magneto and the Brotherhood, his whole Asteroid M plan had not been uniquely devised with her in mind, quite the opposite, but she had been used like every other mutant. She sighed and also added Gambit, as much as it pained her to admit it, to the list. Although his intentions had been; in a warped way, good he had used her just like everyone else.
Finally that left Apocalypse, he and his little lap dog Mesmero had used her to get him back from the dead, he had controlled her into hurting everyone around her, both friends and enemies and finally had left her with the psyches forcibly ripped from her mind. To make it worse she was used to save
the world, but only because Leech was too small to be involved in such a dangerous battle. The comment of Kitty's had stung the most, "the girl who shut herself off from the world just saved it". She had announced it in that preppy voice of hers that endeavoured to make the world a nice shade of pink. She hadn't saved the world Leech had, all she had done was use his powers; all she ever did was use other peoples powers.
She ripped off her glove savagely and threw it away, she glared at her hand, it looked nothing out of the ordinary, manicured fingers attached to a hand with smooth pale skin, made smoother from years of wearing gloves. Nothing to hint that with a touch she could kill another human being, take their essence and make it her own. She felt tears creep to her eyes and banished them, she wasn't going to cry, she took a deep breath and felt her ribs explode as pain continued to wrack her body. This time she braced herself and prevented the wince, she was not going to be a vessel anymore. No one else was going to use her, she was going to be better faster and stronger, powers be damned.
She went to find her glove and set off in the direction of the danger room. She could still feel the pain but that only made her more determined, if she could manage through the pain she would be more capable when she was healthy. The pain was a tool that she could use. She just had to prevent anyone else from finding out what she was doing. Scott was still floating around obviously looking to have a 'chat', she didn't care he could play leader all he wanted; she knew she was a hindrance to the team more often than not; she was only of use when she could use another mutants powers. She never wanted to have the feeling of another person running around in her head not if she could help it.
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That night she began a gruelling regime, she would wait until the mansion was asleep and set off for the danger room. She had once persuaded Wolverine to show her the access codes to the danger room in case she needed the extra practice, though she was sure he had never thought she would use it this often. After a few tries she even found out how to turn the safety's off, not that she was looking to get hurt, she just wanted a more real setting rather than fake lasers and discs that at best gave you a small bruise.
All she had to do was ensure she set off no cameras and reset the danger room before morning, once she was nearly caught as Kitty got up in the night for some cookies and milk, but she didn't notice the lumpy pillows piled up in Rogues bed. Sometimes she pushed herself too hard and collapsed on the floor so she had taken to setting an alarm in her watch that would ensure she woke up before anyone noticed. She didn't think that she was doing anything wrong per say, but she didn't want anyone pushing their noses into her business. This was her life and she was living it how she chose and if she got hurt in the process that was her problem.
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