CH 11

Rogue pulled to a stop by the side of the road, her wrists were aching, sending throbbing pain up her arms.

"What is it chere" Remy asked pulling to a stop beside her.

Rogue just shook her head, this is want she didn't want, she didn't want people to constantly worry about her, to think she was weak and couldn't handle anything.

"You're not chere" Remy suddenly spoke up interrupting her thoughts and bringing Rogue to the realization that she said too much out loud without even noticing.

"It's your wrists isn't it" he asked watching as her eyes lingered on the white bandages.

She nodded in answer, while still looking ahead of her. In the distance she could see lights of a little town, if she could just make it there. Rogue started her bike and moved off ignoring the pain in her wrist.

"Merde what is she doing?" Remy questioned to himself as he followed her.

Rogue finally stopped again, this time outside a new motel. Her wrists were aching in a stabbing pain that shot through her arms at every movement. Rogue loosened her tighten grip and fell forwards onto the bike closing her eyes tightly in attempt to get away from the throbbing pain. Gently, arms came up next to her and lifted her up. They held her tightly and safely filling her with warmth. In the distance she could hear voices, they sounded so far away even though they were so near.

"Dormir bien beau" (Sleep well beautiful) she heard whispered in the distance.

Slowly Rogue slipped away into the darkness of sleep within the warm hold Remy had on her.

Rogue heard herself scream loudly.

'What's wrong?' she though thinking she was still asleep

Again a scream came from her throat waking Remy in the process.

"Chere? What's wrong?" he asked holding her shoulders tightly in his hands

Pulling her closer her saw her eyes tightly shut with tears trickling through the corners.

"Chere?" he asked again gently shaking her shoulders

Rogues eyes suddenly flashed opened, but her eyes were not her own. The eyes he saw were blue not the usual green. They flicked changing colour turning to brown, then red, black, and white before reaching their usual green.

"Chere?" he asked looking at her eyes closely

"Let go" she hissed in another's voice

Remy went to pull her closer a scream erupting again from her lips. Her body fell forwards as it was released from whatever had a hold on her. Remy moved to touch her delicate shoulder.

"Rogue?"

He rubbed a small circle on her shoulder until he felt movement beneath his fingertips. His eyes wandered over her fallen body spotting the reddened pools of blood on the sheets. Looking at her hands he noticed her knuckles on her left hand were bleeding in between each one, the other hand was trapped beneath her. Rolling her body over her saw her other hand had sharp metallic claws sticking out through her knuckles, and these ones were not only bleeding but they were also stabbed into her left side.

"Rogue, wake up chere" his whispered watching as he eyes flutter lightly.

Remy tasted blood in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue waiting for a reaction from Rogue.

"Remy" he heard his barely whisper

"I'm here chere, I'm here" he whispered back pulling her closer

A thin scream escaped her lips as the claws retracted back into her skin leaving only the bloodied cuts as proof they were ever there.

"Please chere, you need to heal yourself. I know you can do it, I believe in you"

He watched closely as Rogue began to wince in pain before she collapsed forwards into his arms. She hadn't completely healed herself but Remy could tell the cuts were no longer so deep. Carefully he bandaged each wound before kissing her knuckles and placing her safely in bed to rest.

Rogue moved away from the bed, her mind filling with the past events that had happened. It wasn't safe to be around her, she was too dangerous. All she wanted to do was get away, to keep those she loved safe from her. She had to run again, keep away from everyone and keep them all safe.

Remy moved to pull Rogue closer to him but only found his arm enclosing on empty air. She was gone again. She'd left without a trace. He'd find her, he always did.

Rogue sat on a single swing outside an empty house, swinging it gently in the subtle wind. If only she had control then she could go back, but until then her past was her only solace. She looked at the house behind her. The empty house of her past and childhood, her new solace from everyone.