Snuff-Chapter 4

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Summary: Longer chapters are on the way, please bear with me! As usual, read and review!

How dare Logan try to understand what she was going through? What gave him the right to get into her head and try to get past her barriers? Damn him! The girl formally known as Rogue – Rogue being her mutant name when she had her powers – sat in silence in her room. It was dark. She preferred it that way. No light meant that nobody could see her. What would she do now? No powers meant she was no longer a mutant. The once untouchable woman was now tainted.

Who would want her now?

Defiantly not anyone she knew. Rogue continued to sit alone, in the darkest corner of her room, the back of her head rapping in rhythm against the wall. Her entire body still throbbed, causing tears to unknowingly stream down her face. She wasn't aware she was crying until she felt the dampness fall onto her arms. She wiped them away and thought about her ability to touch. She wasn't sure she would want to feel anything ever again.

What was the point?

She wanted to stay hidden. Flashback after flashback bombarded her memories. Finishing up that days chores and taking the garbage out, being struck on her head and a coarse accent that spoke to her while she was drifting in and out of awareness.

Her clothes were torn off as she had no way to call out.

God…she could still feel him!

The combined scent of sexual fluids and cheap cologne made her sick to her stomach. She crawled her way to the bathroom. The cold temperature of the bare floor only added to her discomfort. She lifted up the toilet seat and vomited for what seemed like forever. After crying for what seemed like the hundredth time, she pulled a towel off the lower selves, wiped her face and gave into weakness as she lay down beside the commode.

Marie wasn't sure how much time had passed before she heard knocking at her bedroom door. When she didn't immediately respond, she heard her name called through the thick wood.

"Marie?" It was Logan's voice. Fuck it all, why can't he just leave me alone?

"Damn it Logan, I don't want to talk!" Replied, shutting the conversation down.

"You have to eat sometime."

Marie made her way to her door and cracked it just enough to see his face. "I'm not hungry! Now please, go!"

"You can't stay locked up in here forever, ya know."

"What the hell do you know, Logan? You weren't the one raped and beaten to a bloody pulp!"
Her eyes were sharp daggers that stung with each word. "You have no idea what it's like to be afraid!"

"Yeah I do…" and with that Logan turned to leave. He hated to leave her and had secretly sworn to himself that he would never leave her side no matter how much it pained her, but the last thing he wanted to do was to cause more conflicting emotions and fear. Why did she hate him so much?
He would never dare to hurt her. Why would he? She was the closest thing to perfect and beauty that has ever been in his life since…well, since before he would ever remember. He knew Marie needed time to heal, but she also needed help, more than he could ever provide. Logan wanted more than anything to hold her and to sooth back her tears when she cried. If only he could take it all away and make her feel safe, warm and loved.

Love?

Did he love her? He was most certainly fond of the once timid girl he picked up years past. She was unlike anyone else he had ever met and they both had mutual feelings that have been developing over time. He had never dared to recognize those feelings until now. Why? Was it because someone dared to maim Marie and he couldn't protect her? Why her and why now?

With rage building up at an uncontrollable rate, he felt the urge to pound the shit out of something. He headed towards the danger training room for an intense training session.