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So chapter 20 you finally get to find out what her nightmare was! with a little added Romy drama because come on who doesn't love that :)
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Explosions of Every Kind Chapter 20: Promise
"Taxi! Taxi!" Rogue was flailing her arms violently trying to acquire a cab before Gambit could catch up to her. "Taxi!" The heel of her black stiletto got caught in a crack in the sidewalk's cement blocks and had snapped off causing Rogue to tumble a little to one side until she found her bearings on a bright cherry fire hydrant. "Taxi!" she continued not caring, "Taxi!"
Her endeavors failed given that just as a vivid yellow car with black checkers pulled up Gambit grabbed her hand and spun her off-balanced figure into him. "Rogue, stop."
"Lemme go!" She wrestled against his broad chest.
"No, dis is somet'ing we need t'discuss," he held her tight.
"Remy, Ah'm goin' home. Now let me go or Ah'll scream an' get police down here."
The cab driver honked in impatience.
"I'll meet y'there. We hav'to talk." He released his grip slightly, but still held her taut by the left wrist.
"Ah'm not the talkin' type," she jeered at him as she flattened her fingers together and jabbed him sideways with them in the throat while almost simultaneously hurtling into the lemon taxi.
Back at the mansion, Rogue hobbled up to her room with her broken shoe. Dragging herself to the emerald bed she slipped off all her jewelry and dress, fishing under her pillow for the comfiest pair of pj's she owned. Shaking her hair out of its ridiculous state, she crumbled on to her bed in pain.
Letting out a silent scream, she relived the nightmare…
Rogue was once again in the warehouse of an electrical plant, only this time it was exceedingly cold inside. Only one mutant stood beside her: Magneto. As chills ran through her body she realized she had woken up in the middle of a fight. With an effortless flick of his hand Magneto enclosed Rogue's feet with the metal that lay beneath them, raised her up into the air and spun the platform until she vomited. Letting out a nasty laugh he levitated her platform over to him, hanging it upside-down, as he began to say something in the appearance of "I win", but before he could Rogue ripped off her gloves and grabbed his exposed face. Thinking she'd just gained the upper-hand Rogue expected his powers to falter and to hit the ground momentarily. But she didn't. She didn't fall. She didn't have his powers. She didn't absorb him. In this nightmare she had no powers.
Magneto smiled sinfully as he peeled her hands off his face and began to twist them backwards. Shrieking in pain Rogue yelled, "Get away from meh! Y'r not real!"
Again with a smile he responded, "Oh, I'm very real to you in here." Then he released her from the metal platform and consented to let her fall to the icy ground.
In the real world, Rogue was trembling fiercely as she rolled around on her bed in distress…
Standing up, her body shaking violently from the cold, Rogue lunged at Magneto with a high kick. He evaded it. Next, she ducked behind him, seeing her breathe in front of her it seemed to be getting even colder, and elbowed him as hard as she could in the back. He stumbled forward only a few steps and then turned around to laugh, frost beginning to form on his crimson shoulder pads. Rogue peered down at her own hands noticing the tips of her fingers turning a pale baby blue. She once again charged for Magneto only to be held by the wrists and ankles by makeshift manacles he was controlling.
"You should go home," he began, "and wrap yourself in a blanket. It's much to cold for you here." Spreading apart his fingers, Rogue rose in the air and suddenly plummeted back down.
With her head spinning from the collision she told him, "Get it over quick, you pompous jackass," then spit on his boot.
Abruptly, Rogue went soaring through the air until she collided with the opposite wall and crumpled to the ground with a thud. There was a gash in her head, however minimal blood was split because it had frozen before it could pool beneath her…
Rogue's body shot up in alarm from her bed. Her hands were still shaking even though it was nearly seventy-five degrees outside. She was traumatized, thinking she'd never have to experience that delusion again, she was wrong. With quivering hands, she lifted herself from the bed to her shower, hoping the warm water would relieve her psychological hypothermia.
After she exited the shower most of her shaking had stopped, although the memories still plagued her. Rogue brushed her hair and grabbing a pair of olive cotton shorts and a charcoal t-shirt she leapt out her window and climbed to the roof. Perched precariously on the crook of the mansion's rooftop Rogue sat down and curled her knees into her chest, letting the wind blow her hair dry.
Sometime between her shower and now, Gambit had arrived back at the mansion. After changing himself, he went looking for Rogue. He searched her room first and saw nothing but clothes everywhere and blankets and sheets all askew. He had searched the entire mansion ten times over and couldn't find any trace of her, then it donned on him and he checked the on place he hadn't: the roof. Leaning off his balcony he saw white and auburn locks being whipped in the wind. At his current angle, all he could see was that and a diminutive portion of milky skin which he assumed was he arm. Quickly snatching the blanket off his bed he began to scale the side of the mansion.
Coming up from behind her, Gambit saw she was sort of rocking her body as she held her knees tight against her chest, he also saw her arms and legs were covered with tiny goose bumps and knew she was chilly. Without a single word, he covered her with his much loved blanket and sat next to her. His arm around her body so that he could rub the blanket over both her arms to speed up the heating process.
Knowing she wouldn't say anything he took the initiative and whispered, "Everyt'ing's gon' be fine, chere."
Without lifting her head from her pallid knees she asked with a trembling voice, "promise?"
Enclosing her body with the blanket he whispered with sincerity flowing through that single word, "promise."
Although Rogue knew he would do his best to make 'everything fine' she still wished to be alone. She stood gradually, letting his cerulean blanket drop and wandered away.
Knowing it was best not to follow her Gambit scooped up the blanket, coddled it like a child, and repeated the word, "Promise."
If you know the comic that last little roof top scene was based on PROPS to you!
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