Wash Away Those Years Chapter 5: The Victim, a x-men: the movie fanfic

Story Title: Wash Away Those Years
Chapter Title: The Victim
Pairing: Pyro/Rogue (of course) but for a while, might be Bobby/Kitty/Rogue/Pyro love square
Part: 5/?
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Set during X-Men: The Last Stand, and loosely based off the video footage from X-Men: The Last Stand.
Disclaimer: I just own the idea.
Summary: Rogue runs into Pyro while seeking the cure. Some unexpected things arise from their encounter. Now, their both struggling to find themselves, and to find one another as they try to hold onto what used to be, and what could've been. But can they re-write the past and present all together and find something worthwhile?...

Previously on Wash Away Those Years:

"Pyro…" Magneto says to get his attention. He looks up at the older man numbly, already knowing what he was about to say.

"I'm frankly not quite fond of meddling in other people's business, but I need to know if you're with us." He says sternly. Pyro just silently stared at him. Was it really obvious to him that he had other things on his mind?

"You know what, just get out… Okay? I'm done talking." Rogue said, trying not to be overwhelmed with more anger and depression.

Mystique looks at Pyro, then down to his left shoulder. Pyro caught her eye, following it down to his blood soaked shirt sleeve.

"Shit…" he mumbled, shrugging.

Pyro put pressure on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "I'll take care of it when we get back, we have to move." Pyro said. Magneto nodded before heading back to the compound.

They finally reached their campsite in the woods. While still holding pressure on his wound, he looks over at one of The Brotherhood members, who had stayed to keep an eye on things while the rest went to the mission. They were sitting around a fire, eating.

"You happen to have a bottle of water handy?" He asked, while slowly pulling his hand off the wound, which hurt like a son of a bitch.

The man looks inside his ice chest and throws Pyro a bottle of water, which he quickly caught with his uninjured arm. He looks down at his injury and thanks to the moonlight, was able to see well. His hand was lightly covered with dried blood, since the adrenaline started decreasing, the pain was becoming more knowledgeable.

He walks back inside his tent and zips it up behind him, turning on his lantern light. He takes off his shirt and tosses it on the floor. He let out a small whimper from the pain his arm was causing him. It looks as though the bullet just grazed his arm. He reaches for the bottled water, slowly pouring it over his wound, clenching his jaw in pain as the water poured over the wound. He grabs the first aid kit they were all given for times such as these. He takes an alcohol swab, cleans the wound, then applies a butterfly suture to seal the tear in his skin.

He carefully laid down, as he looked up at the tent ceiling and wandered off in his thoughts about the past... About Rogue… A bit cliché he thought, but he wondered what Rogue was doing at that moment. He'd hated that he had left her crying there at the cure center. He wanted to see her, but something held him back. He couldn't put his finger on it. Was it pride? Nah, maybe just stubbornness. He wasn't sure, really.

Once Bobby became aware of Rogue getting the cure, before nightfall, the whole school was aware. People were becoming resilient, saying that she doesn't belong with the X-Men anymore, since she'd 'betrayed' her kind. The teachers became skeptical on rather or not it was right to keep her housed at the school. Although most shunned upon her leaving, saying that they could never turn their back on their own, even if she had taken the cure… It would stand against everything the X-Men represented. It was very hard for Rogue to escape, as she shared her room with so many students. She'd begged Xavier for her own room earlier that day, but sadly he couldn't make it happen soon enough. She'd have to wait at least two more nights, since most of the teachers owned their own rooms, so a lot of re-arranging had to be thought up.

Everyone inside the school had been looking at her differently, whispering to one another, being so secretive. Rogue was so shocked at how the people she thought were once her friends, turned out to be so mean and quick to turn their backs on her. It seemed even Bobby couldn't wait to make things worse for her... She'd watch as he'd play with Kitty's hair in the TV lounge room, then would immediately stop and stare at her, as if she were a ghost. It seemed like the only one she could talk to was Jubilee. Her good friend, that she was so thankful had not yet exiled her. Jubilee would try her best to defend for her when it was needed, but she couldn't silence the whole mansion.

For the most part, she was lost and alone… No matter how much she'd try to bounce back from everyone's hateful chanting, more would come flying her way.

She had just got through brushing her teeth as she settles in for the night. She dreaded going into the girl's dormitory to sleep, because she didn't want to look or speak to anyone… She just wanted to be alone.

She had walked in, and thankful more than ever it looked like everyone had conked out early. She slowly tip-toed to her bed and got in, and then pulled the covers over her shoulders. She turned to her side, as she thought over everything… She was thinking of how much she needed John right now. Someone to talk to… Someone to hold her in this time of need… She became aware of how lonely she was as she felt that very special void missing from within her heart. It had been missing since the day he left her.

Her thoughts were interrupted as two teenage girls stumbled into the dormitory. Rogue quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Her bed was the first bed near the door, but the door was a little ways away from the foot of her bed.

The two girls had obviously been having a little fun somewhere, as they were failing miserably to be silent. They were laughing, and carrying on. Shushing each other, and foolishly trying to be quiet.

"Shut up! You're gonna wake everyone yuh retard!" One of them whispered while giggling as both of the girl's beds were next to one another, making it easy for them to chat. They fell into bed, failing in their vain attempts at carrying on a hushed conversation, they're voices echoing in Rogue's ears.

"I told you Bobby wanted to fuck me…" The girl whispered.

"Shut up. It's not like he hasn't wanted to fuck anyone, since he figured out how to." The other one said as she giggled.

Rogue had felt as if the girl's had put a sword into her back. Her insides felt as if they were gonna rip out. Not of jealousy, and not as much betrayal on this one, although those had for sure been one of the many feelings going through her at this point… But, justifying what she had now realized had been John's point all along. How could she have been such a fool?

"Plus, I think it was obviously apparent what he was trying to do with Rogue," the girl said. "He was looking for a challenge. It killed him that he couldn't do her. Everyone knew he could get her to do anything he wanted, accept the very thing she couldn't." She said as Rogue listened to her shuffle around in her bed more.

"Yeah, I know right? But now the poor bitch finally found out about Kitty. Everyone knows he's had a thing for her, since even before they had gotten together." The other one replied.

Traitorous tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to stay silent, fearing the girls would notice her. She wanted to mute them so badly, but she just couldn't. She was hoping they would just leave the horrible things they had already said alone, and finally go to bed. Of course, she discovered differently…

"I mean, no wonder John left. No offense to the girl, but she dick-teased him till the poor guy couldn't take it…" The girl said as she mildly giggled.

How dare they bring John into this!? Her mind shouted. She couldn't believe the horrible things they were saying. She had never been like that with John, ever! They didn't know their friendship…They didn't know him like she knew him… Well, used to know him… 'Oh God…' she thought as she remembered what he had said to her when he had still been at Xavier's school…

"Just go back inside, fluff out your boobs a little, and show Bobby what you truly are…It's a fucking shame I didn't see it sooner…"

It echoed inside her head... Did even John find her slutty? The tears flowed like a river in a rainstorm. 'But, how could… I never did anything…' she thought. How could people think this of her? She was untouchable for God's sake! How could she be a slut?

"And now she's gotten the cure…" the girl whispered.

"I know… How pathetic does she look now? Now that Bobby's finally told her what was so carelessly laid out in front of her, she's taken the cure for no reason." The other one replied.

"Oh well… Her loss is our gain, right?" The girl said while letting out a small sigh.

"Mmmhmm…" the other one said, sounding a bit tired.

Finally, the girls had stopped talking, but the damage has already been done. She lays there in bed, silently crying to herself, making her pillow soggy, and her nose clogged as she tried her best to sniffle it back. Remembering all the painful words the two girls had said, feeling even guiltier as she blames herself for everything... From John leaving, heartache caused from both John and Bobby, everyone judging her for getting the cure, everything… The glass from all of the problems breaking around her, slowly and painfully cutting her... Causing her to internally bleed to death.

Pyro wakes as the morning light shines through his tent. He looks down at his bullet wound, and lets out a small moan as he found the pain still dreadfully present. He picks up a clean long sleeved shirt, and carefully tries to put it on, trying not to agitate his wound too much. He walks out, and immediately sees everyone crowding around, talking. He became curious, and joined the others.

Mystique was the first to see him, and she let out a sigh. "It's about time you got up." She said as she watched him approach.

"Well, with being shot and all you'd think I'd kind of need my sleep." He sarcastically replied.

She just smiled slightly, turning back to Magneto. He looks to Pyro, and gives him a welcoming nod. He looks to them, and begins to speak. "They've taken notice to our threats, but refuse to negotiate at this time. So, we will keep attacking. We shall not, nor ever be silenced." He gave a little inspiring boost to his fellow members.

"Our next mission will be to go to the headquarters of mutual partners Dr. Hank McCoy and Warren Worthington II. As most of you know, Dr. Hank McCoy is the secretary of mutant affairs. The very mutant fighting for our so called 'peace' between mutant and homosapiens… He has been in favor of the cure, even being a mutant himself." Everyone became focused on Magneto as he continued to speak. "We will strike tomorrow around dusk, and kill anyone who gets in our way. I will gather some information on the two's whereabouts, and then we will leave." He looked around at everyone, and then nodded his head for dismissal.

Pyro walked away from Magneto and the others, returning to his tent.

Usually today, Rogue would go about her normal routine. She'd go to class, talk with her friends, do fight assimilations; just everything that was normal and typical at the school. But since she had gotten the cure, everybody kinda became confused. How can she fight in trained assimilations, when she has no power? How can she go to class, and learn about what she doesn't want, or have anymore? It baffled the students, as well as her… She didn't even know herself what she would do. How can she still be accepted there, when the main reason she's supposed to be there, doesn't exist anymore?

Rogue had been sitting in the bathtub from inside the girl's dormitory wing for over an hour, just thinking over things. She rested her chin on her knees, curled up in a little ball. She looked at the burning candle that laid across from her, sitting on the bath rim on the corner wall. She kept thinking of John, and all the mistakes she had made with him. How could she be so stupid? How could she not have seen the feelings she had felt for him? Now, things are so different…

She rethought what he said to her that day of their fight prior to his departure from the school. 'He's right… I am a slut. I'm so stupid.' Her mind grieved from all her mistakes. 'He'll never love me… He hates me. He thinks I'm pathetic.' She said inside her mind, becoming desperate and even more depressed. She began crying, as black mascara clouded her cheeks. 'I am pathetic…' she rocked back and forth in the tub. She wiped away her tears, then looks over at the pen and paper she had retrieved before getting into the bath. She grabbed it, and began to write.

'I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the things I've done. I never wanted any of this. I wish things were different... There are so many things I would have changed. But I can't change anything, and I can't stay this way. I know I'm being weak, and I'm sorry... but I have to. If there's no way to make things right, then the best thing to do is just end it.

She paused for a minute as she sobbed. A single black mascara tear drop fell onto the paper as she continued to write.

'There are so many things I'll miss. Like you're smile when you would try your best to get on my nerves, and the way you'd hold nothing back when around me, as if my power never existed. Just the way you'd look at me as if I mattered. As I've found out, that's no longer the case. I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say, and I can't go back now. I'm never gonna get any better. I'm too weak. Pathetic isn't it? I'm pathetic... It's too late for me John. I don't know what to say, other than... I'm so sorry for everything, and just know that I've always loved you... not that it's ever made a difference.'

She cried even harder, but became silent as she heard the girls walk by the bathroom door, and knock.

"No, someone's in there." One of the girls said.

"Well, try and knock harder… Maybe she's listening to music or something." The other girl replied.

So, she did just that and knocked on the door harder.

"Be out in a minute!" Rogue desperately tried to act normal, and calm as possible. Hoping they didn't hear her congested voice.

Rogue heard them talking a bit as they walked away from the door, accepting her response. She folded the note up and put it in an envelope. She lets it fall to the ground as she leans back in the bathtub, tears never stopping as she rethought of all the painful words that were said to her.

"Show Bobby what you truly are…It's a fucking shame I didn't see it sooner…"

"You're weaker than I thought."

She continued sinking down in the bathtub, her face slowly submerging in water.

"Just be happy for me and her."

"Look, now that you've lowered yourself to nothing... Why don't you go back to the little Iceprick and fuck him like I'm sure you two have worked around before and leave me the fuck alone, how about that?"

Her head now fully submerged, as she holds her breath.

"It just… happened..."

"And now she's gotten the cure…" the girl whispered.

"I know… How pathetic does she look now?"

"You know we weren't going far,"

"I always knew you were weak."

Rogue let go of the last little bit of breath she had left, causing bubbles to penetrate the surface and slowly, she started to fade to black.

A/N: Special thanks to sarahroseserena for being my beta and helping me with my grammar.

A/N2: More chapters coming soon! Don't worry, things will get more interesting! Well, i hope you guys will think so anyways. And please review! I really appreciate every comment i get, and it never goes unnoticed. I always reply back to each and every one. I really hate begging, as i kinda want things to come naturally. Plus, i has pride! But i really need to hear y'alls thoughts. Please review