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of Marvel Comics, and I do not own them, in any way. I am
just using them in this Fan-Fiction for entertainment purposes,
and I do not mean any harm by it. I mean, it's not as if I
am trying to steal the X-MEN or anything like that...
I would like to take this opportunity to hand out some kudos
to people who really deserve it...
Firstly, to my inspiration, (you know who you are) for believing
in this piece when I did not, and sticking by me when I needed
Secondly, to my editor. What can I say? Nothing much, except
that I must thank you from the bottom of my little heart.
Without your help, I would have NEVER made it his far... Thank
you.. and I will try my best to try and eliminate all the
"so's" in the story.
So, good people, for all that has gone right with this story,
thank them, and for all that has gone wrong, blame me.
Your comments will be very welcome, and I promise to respond
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Oh, by the way, I found out that there really is a character
in the Marvel Universe named Asgard, and that he might or
might not have had dealings with the X-Men before.. My character,
however, is a figment of my imagination, and I picked the
name Asgard out of the blue, so if I caused some confusion,
I am very sorry.
Well, that's it, so on with the show.
In the warehouse where the X-Woman Rogue was being held,
all was silent, and the whole world around her was sheathed
in thick darkness once again.
After Rogue had eaten, the blonde woman left her, telling
her that the Master would be visiting her again. Her captor
assured Rogue that if she did not pay the great one the necessary
respect, she would personally take the time to give Rogue
a very painful education on the subject of manners. With those
final words of warning, Rogue was left to the thick silence
of the prison yet again.
Rogue paced the length of the warehouse, being discontent
with sitting around, wanting only to do something to save
her from going crazy.
After a while of pacing, the monotonous action also started
irritating Rogue, so she quit and sat back down. She felt
like screaming out of nothing more than pure frustration,
but she knew better.
It ain't gonna help me to go all panicky. Me an' the X-Men
have been through much worse than this.
Very slowly, using a combination of relaxation techniques
that she picked up from Logan and the Professor, Rogue beat
back the panic that had threatened to overwhelm her. She forced
herself to breathe slowly, and calmed herself down.
She knew that she had to do something to help herself, or
otherwise she would go insane. She permitted her thoughts
to drift on their own, allowing then to break free from the
shackles of her tired mind. She thought back towards her past,
days that had passed before she had met up with the X-Men.
A time when she had belonged to the organization which now
held her captive, the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.
She relived all the painful memories she forced herself to
recollect. Memories she despised, yet might save her life.
She remembered the fateful day that she had kissed Cody, who
in the end died because of that kiss. She remembered how she
was driven away from what was then her only home, and how
she was found by Raven Darkholme, the woman also known as
Mystique. How she ended up joining the Brotherhood.
It was a confusing time for her, one filled with inner turmoil
and anguish, for she knew that some of the things she did
back then were wrong, but it was all she ever knew. Mystique
gave her a place in the world, albeit a rather unpleasant
one, but at least she finally belonged somewhere.
She had no choice. It was all that she had...
Rogue remembered the day when she first challenged Carol
Danvers, trying to absorb her powers -- a battle she lost,
for which she almost paid with her life.
Although she had pulled through with her hide still intact,
Rogue was torn apart on the inside. She remembered thinking
of ending her miserable life, taking away all of the pain
that she had felt, the turmoil, the anger, her self-hatred
for her abilities, but most of all, her fear for being a failure.
She was on the verge of the abyss, ready to leap over the
That all changed when he came along...
Rogue remembered his coming as if it had happened only yesterday.
The room was dark, with the tattered drapes hanging from the
walls, keeping the sun's pleasant, warming rays from seeping
into the room. The room was mostly bare, with nothing inside
it but an old dresser that stood against the farthest wall
from the door.
Next to the dresser stood a rickety closet, which seemed
to want to break into pieces at any given moment, with only
pride holding it together. Other than that, the room held
only one more object: a small cot, which stood way to the
other side of the room, snuggled into the right-hand corner.
The cot had a filmy-thin mattress upon it, and it was covered
up with old, faded, but yet serviceable blankets. Underneath
the blankets, a small lithe mound could be seen, in about
the center of the cot. It stirred. The small mound emitted
a few minuscule groans as if it wanted to protest the movement
that it had made, but even so, the movements increased in
Suddenly the blankets were thrown aside, followed by a grunt
of displeasure, to reveal a young girl where the mound had
Her name was Sabine Rogers, though she called herself Rogue.
She was a member of a group of mutants known as the Brotherhood
of Evil Mutants and right now, their youngest member had the
headache from Hell. Rogue swung her legs out of the bed and
planted then firmly on the floor, regretting it instantly
as her head exploded into a fresh mound of pain. The headache
pounded inside her skull in steady waves, tearing into her
like hot knives, that were repeatedly lanced into the soft,
vulnerable tissue of her brain.
Groggily, Rogue leaned forward slightly, and put her head
gently between her hands, in a vain effort to drive the pain
away. It was useless, for the pain just kept on beating into
her with a steady, sickening rhythm. Knowing that this was
not going to help her, she gently rose from her bed, cautious
not to anger the demon that held home within her skull, ready
to torture her at the slightest provocation. When she stood
up, Rogue realised that her head was not the only thing that
hurt. Her whole body protested in anger as she rose as stiff
and cramped muscles were forced to stretch and work.
Rogue stretched out to her full height, knowing that she
had to get her cramped and tangled muscles warmed up. Her
spine crackled in response as her vertebrae slid into place.
Grunting in displeasure at the pain in her head and body,
Rogue padded slowly over to the battered dresser.
She did not even look at herself in the mirror, so intent
was she on the task that was at hand... She opened one of
the drawers to the dresser, and took out a tube of aspirin.
With the tube of aspirin held firmly in her hand, Rogue slowly
turned back to the little cot she called a bed. She eased
herself back onto the bed very carefully, not wanting to provoke
to dormant demon inside her skull.
She opened the bottle of aspirin, shook out two tablets,
shook out another for good measure, and dry swallowed them.
With the bitter taste of the aspirin already starting to
fade away, Rogue eased herself back onto the cot to rest her
head and body, trying to will the aspirin to do it's work,
but her mind had other ideas. So her mind drifted back to
the happenings of yesterday.
The Brotherhood had planned to ambush the woman known as
Ms. Marvel. The attack was set to take place in Boston.
Mystique had assured them that Carol Danvers would be there,
and that was all that Rogue needed to know, for she was required
to touch Danvers, and steal away her powers. Rogue knew that
her mother had contacts which were unknown to her and the
rest of the Brotherhood. She trusted her mother completely,
and saw no reason to ask any further questions.
Rogue remembered that Mystique mentioned something of an
Inner League baseball game between Boston and New York, and
according to what Mystique had told them, Carol Danvers would
be there, for sure.
Rogue would do anything for the greater cause of the Brotherhood,
even if it meant that she had to deliberately touch someone
in an effort to steal away their powers. The Brotherhood was
the only real family she ever had, the only family she ever
knew, but more importantly, her mother had asked that she
do it, and for Rogue, that was all that was needed.
The plan was easy enough. The Brotherhood assembled a strike
team which consisted of Mystique, Avalanche, Pyro and herself.
Avalanche and Pyro had been ordered to make a commotion near
the baseball stadium. They were supposed to endanger the lives
of a few humans and being the hero that she was, Ms. Marvel
was sure to make an appearance. While Danvers was distracted
by the other two mutants, Rogue was supposed to jump her from
behind and make contact.
And that was all there was to it.
The plan was simple, even basic, and it was sure to succeed,
or so they thought. Her mind involuntarily drifted back to
the confrontation, and she was forced to remember, bit by
bit, piece by piece.
So far, everything was going as planned. The Inner League
game was quite an important one, and the baseball stadium
was nearly flooded with people. Like lemmings they herded,
cramming themselves into the stadium, wherever there was an
open spot left. Everything was a heady mix of colours, pennants
and flags swirling around in the stands, and the roar was
tremendous as the pre-game ceremonies were taking place.
Rogue was in the streets that ran towards the stadium, along
with Pyro, Avalanche and Mystique. Even though the streets
were flooded with traffic, the voices of thousands of fans
made quite a good stab at drowning out the constant roar of
traffic. Rogue was amazed by this, and she stood, looking
towards the stadium, marvelling at the sights and sounds that
she was experiencing. It was Mystique's voice that brought
her back towards herself and the task ahead.
"It is time for us to begin. You all know what to do,
so let us get to it." The other members nodded in agreement.
Mystique did not show any signs of acknowledgement, and turned
instead to Rogue. Mystique took her by the shoulders, and
looked into her eyes intensely. "You must remember Rogue,
the success of this mission depends entirely on you. We are
here because of you, for Carol Danvers has got something that
we want, and you are going to be the one who is going to take
it for us. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mamma," Rogue answered in a determined voice.
She was not going to fail.
"Good," Mystique answered as she let go of her
"Well, then, let us get going," Mystique said as
she turned around, already changing herself into the shape
of a plain looking woman with faded red hair.
"Well, you heard the Boss, darlings," Pyro said
as he led Avalanche and Rogue away to one of the tall buildings
close to the park. It turned out to be one of the administrative
buildings of the Boston Red Sox. The building was tall and
square shaped, and it would be ideal for their needs. The
game got underway as Rogue and her companions made their way
up to the roof of the building.
When all three of them were up on the roof, she looked down
in the direction of the stadium. From her perch Rogue could
see mite-sized players darting about on the diamond playing
field. She took a quick look at the scoreboard and saw that
it was 2 to 1 in the favour of the Yankees at the bottom of
"Well, darlings," Pyro chirped in once more, "I
would think it is time that we get this show on the road."
Avalanche merely nodded as he and Pyro went to stand at the
end of the roof that faced towards the stadium, while Rogue
took her place behind one of the ventilation shafts that ran
out onto the roof, hiding herself from view. After Rogue was
securely in position, Avalanche and Pyro attacked the stadium
parking lot from their perch, and it was not long before the
cars began exploding.
"This is just like shooting ducks in a gallery, hey,
Avalanche, old boy?" Pyro quipped as he sent another
fire-demon burning into a car. It was only a few seconds before
the car exploded in response.
Avalanche agreed happily as he sent another earth-shifting
wave into a car, tearing it apart.
"Now all that we are waiting for is our guest star to
make her appearance."
Sure enough, after another few exploding cars, a lone figure
rose up from the Baseball stadium. It was Ms. Marvel.
A roar went up as the crowd spotted the lone figure hovering
in the air above them.
"There she is now, Avalanche." The only answer
that Pyro got from his partner was a blast of his power in
her direction in an effort to get her attention.. Pyro followed
his teammate's lead, and they did not have to wait long for
the results that they wanted.
Ms. Marvel spotted them immediately, and wasted no time in
charging towards them.
"Here she comes, Avalanche, so look lively!" Pyro
yelled as he shot another fire demon straight at her face.
She avoided it by barrel rolling out of the way, effortlessly.
But before she could land, Avalanche fired a shot straight
into her chest, knocking her back. She quickly recovered and
flew straight past them to land on the rooftop, her back to
Avalanche and Pyro kept firing volley after volley at her,
driving her backwards, and keeping her disoriented. They were
driving her straight to a waiting Rogue.
Ms. Marvel getting agitated, for each of these mutants had
nothing that she shouldn't be able to handle. But their combined
might had so far managed to keep her off her feet, giving
her no time to end this with a direct assault. With each passing
second, her annoyance grew, for lives were at stake. That
proved to be a fatal mistake, for she was so aggravated by
the havoc the two terrorists had created that her seventh
sense did not warn her of the attacker that had managed to
creep up from behind.
Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed her from behind, momentarily
pinning her arms to her sides.
Normally, this would be no problem, but as Ms. Marvel moved
to shake herself free of her new assailant, she was suddenly
enveloped in a yellow-green glow. It felt as if the world's
biggest vampire was attempting to suck her dry, and was succeeding.
Rogue felt her absorption powers kick in as she held her
victim tight, and soon the memories of Carol Danvers began
flooding into her head. And along with her memories, came
her powers. Slowly Rogue felt her strength starting to grow,
and she gripped Carol Danvers tighter, wanting to drain her
of her abilities more quickly.
This is going just like we planned it, just like Mamma
wanted it to! Rogue exulted within herself as she felt
her victim grow weaker as more of her power was being drained
away from her.
"Yes! Ah want it all! Ah want it ALL!" Rogue shouted
as more of Carol Danvers's powers was transferred into her
body. Her eyes were filled with predatory glee as her victim
was driven to one knee.
No. No!!! This cannot be. I can't die like this! Carol
Danvers shouted in mental desperation as more of her powers
were being drained from her. She no longer could sense the
other two attackers, for her seventh sense had allready been
stolen from her. She started feeling the pain that the increasingly
powerful grip of her attacker gave her, and she knew that
it would not be long before everything was all over.
She was already down on one knee, and she was failing fast.
If she was ever going to do something, she had to do it now.
In a last move, born entirely of desperation, she stopped
struggling, hoping to catch her opponent off guard, even if
it was only for a second.
To Rogue's surprise, Carol suddenly went limp. Ah must
have drained her completely. Rogue thought, and she slackened
her death-grip just a little.
Suddenly, two hands came out of nowhere, one grabbing a handful
of hair while the other took a firm grasp on her arm. Even
though Rogue's absorption powers were still active, she felt
Ms. Marvel throw her with strength that was not that of a
normal woman's. She was tossed through the air with a tremendous
heave, and onward she flew as she sailed, over the edge of
the building. It was then that she started screaming.
Ms. Marvel already managed to get back on her feet when the
scream began. "Blimy, woman! Are you fucking crazy?!
You just gone and thrown the little chicky right of the bloody
building!" Pyro yelled, totally taken aback by the so-called
Ms. Marvel was still disorientated did not quite comprehend
what the man with the flame throwers strapped to his arms
was shouting at her. Her brain was a mixed mush inside her
skull, and she felt like emptying her guts right there on
the roof. Every muscle in her body ached from the strain that
the absorption put on her already tired body, but even so,
the look in the eyes of the one in the gray kevlar armour
told her all she needed to know.
No, no!! I killed her! Ms. Marvel shouted to herself
mentally whilst she ran drunkenly to the edge of the roof
on legs that felt like rubber.
Knowing that it was hopeless to do so, she still flung herself
off the rooftop, in pursuit of the girl she could no longer
see, free falling more than flying.
"C'mon mate, let's blow 'fore she decides to toss us
off as well," Pyro said as he grabbed his team-mate's
arm. With a final backward glance to the roof's edge, the
two took off, running at full tilt to the roof-ladder which
would take them inside.
Rogue fell through the air, falling further down. She screamed,
already knowing that she would not, could not, be rescued.
She hit the tarmac of the building's side street with a tremendous
thud, leaving a three foot crater in her wake. Rogue was driven
into the dark realms of unconsciousness on impact, and she
did not feel the pair of gloved hands that took her underneath
her arms, and dragged her away.
Finally, after what felt like the longest moments in her
whole life, Carol Danvers reached the side street were the
young girl had hit, but instead of finding a broken body and
a shattered skull, all she found was an empty hole.
She must be alive! She must be. I don't know how, but
she made it. I didn't kill her.
Suddenly she stood face to face with a small, plain woman
with faded red hair, who carried the broken body of the girl
in her arms. Ms. Marvel was totally stunned at the scene in
front of her, and she fell to her knees in total shock.
She had killed the girl.
The woman was in tears, and she glared at Ms. Marvel with
murder in her eyes.
"You! You killed her! You killed my little girl! She
was only playing on the roof, when those bad mutant scum arrived
to upset the game, and you killed my little girl instead.
They call you a hero, but I know what you really are!"
she shouted with her voice pitched to a shriek.
"You are nothing but a cold-hearted killer, you... you
Before Carol Danvers had a chance to even respond, the small
woman turned on her heel and ran into one of the side alleys
that ran from the street. She was crying in painful ragged
sobs, with the broken body of the girl still cradled in her
arms. As masses of onlookers gathered round to see what the
commotion was all about, she was soon lost, hidden away from
view by the crowd.
Nobody saw the body of the woman suddenly shimmer and change
into another shape, for everyone had their eyes on the accused
woman in front of them. So preoccupied were the onlookers
with the superheroine in front of them that no one saw the
image of the broken girl shimmer and disintegrate into nothingness.
The dead girl had been nothing more than a masterful illusion
created by Raven Darkholme.
Ms. Marvel only knelt there, with the crater of the girl's
fall in front of her. For once in her life, Carol Danvers
was dumbfounded, and she did not know what to do.
It was then that the whispers and the questions began, flowing
like a river around her ears, biting into her brain with painful
"She killed her... a mere girl... someone innocent...
isn't she a hero, mommy? I do not know honey, not anymore...
Did you see the body? It was so badly mangled... An innocent
girl has died... No one is safe anymore..."
So it continued.
And all that Carol Danvers could do was question whether
she was guilty or not. It was a question she did not know
the answer to. Suddenly Ms. Marvel was distracted as she felt
a small little hand tug at her uniform. She looked down to
stare into the wide brown eyes of a five-year-old girl who
seemed frightened of her, but the child's eyes were filled
with curiosity, nonetheless.
"My mommy said that you might have killed the girl that
fell here. Did you?"
"I ... I do not know..." Ms. Marvel stuttered as
she looked down to the little girl.
"But if you didn't kill her, then who did?" the
little girl asked, cocking her head to the side as she pondered
her own question, her wide eyed gaze was filled with an unspoken
accusation of murder.
It was that look in those innocent eyes that forced a very
disoriented Ms. Marvel to take to the air, if only to escape
that questioning gaze. Everyone else was so busy asking their
own questions that no one saw the knowing smile that spread
across that little girl's face, along with the sly gleam that
shined in her before innocent looking brown eyes.
Little did Carol Danvers know that she did not kill Rogue,
for she had managed to absorb Ms. Marvel's invulnerability
up to a degree during their contact, and that had saved her
from certain death. Rogue was very badly bruised and battered,
but she was still breathing.
Rogue was found by Mystique, who had watched the whole confrontation
from a distance, analysing each member's performance like
a general surveying his troops in battle. She had been satisfied
with the way things were going until Ms. Marvel decided to
fight back. Mystique was shocked when she saw what happened
to her daughter, but she knew that the whole plan was a gamble,
and it appeared that they had lost the bet.
When she reached a still-breathing Rogue, buried in a three
foot crater, she immediately took her foster daughter and
hid her, changing her own form in the process. Meanwhile Carol
Danvers had realised her mistake, and tried to save Rogue,
but her efforts were in vain. She was just as confused about
the outcome of the battle as the onlookers, and in the end,
a very distraught Ms. Marvel flew off, after some very clever
shape shifting from Mystique, allowed the Brotherhood to escape.
Mystique had vowed to make her pay for her error.
The Brotherhood had retreated to a safe house that Raven
had ready for them. Rogue had woken up in this bed, later
that day, badly bruised all over her body, from her fall,
no doubt, but she was still alive. The others had asked her
what had happened, what went wrong, and she told them all
that she could remember of the confrontation.
Her mother had said that she must have had contact for only
a few seconds, for she had nothing left of Ms. Marvel's powers.
What she had absorbed must have been temporary, and she lost
them whilst she was still unconscious. The Brotherhood agreed
with Mystique in this point, and it was decided that the mission
had been a failure, one that had nearly cost them Sabine's
life, and it was laid to rest after that.
What she had told them was only a partial truth, for even
though she did not absorb Carol Danvers's powers, she did
absorb something, because inside her head she was not
alone. The Danvers woman was inside there with her, talking
to her, goading her, taunting her, insulting her, calling
her a bitch and a washout...
Allthough she had said nothing of this to any of the other
members of the team, she had finally felt what it was like
to start fearing for your sanity...
No matter what she did, the voice inside her head would not
be silenced. Hell, no manner of asking politely, screaming
or shouting helped her.
All it had given her was a massive headache, which was thankfully
fading into a dull, manageable ache in the back of her skull.
Rogue had cried herself to sleep the night before, and her
eyes were puffy and swollen, even now...
Though she had sufficiently recovered form her ordeal, every
bone in her body still ached, and her muscles were as stiff
as dried out cow hide. She felt like falling back into her
bed, hoping that this would make all the stiffness and heartache
go away, but Rogue knew that this was nothing but wishful
Not really knowing why, she got up, and dressed herself in
an old pair of jeans, and a dirty long-sleeved shirt. It was
the same clothing that she had worn in her confrontation with
Ms. Marvel. Her auburn hair, with the white streak, was in
a total disarray, and she ran a hand through it, feeling all
the dirt and grime that was caught up within it's rich waves.
"Tough shit," she murmured darkly to no one but
herself. "Everythin's screwed up enough as it is, anyway,
so why the Hell bother? There aint' no one who Ah should try'n
look pretty for, so fuck it. It doesn't matter..."
She padded over to the rickety dresser that had decided to
make its last stand in her room. She glared at herself in
the cracked mirror, seeing her piercing emerald green eyes
stare right back at her. Rogue could not help but see the
self-hate written there, but more importantly, she did not
miss the huge bags that had developed underneath her eyes
as she cried herself to sleep the night before.
Rogue hated seeing herself like this, but there was one thing
that she hated even more: Having others see her this way.
Shit, girl, cant'cha even spend one night without bawlin'
y'self t'sleep? she berated herself as she hurried to
the bathroom she shared the other members of the Brotherhood.
Mercifully, there was no one in the hallways on the way, and
there was no one in the bathroom either. Rogue shut the door
gratefully behind her as she entered.
"Thank the Lord for small favours," she muttered
dryly as she made her way to the washbasin. Once more she
glared at herself in the mirror, self-loathing written across
her face. "Ah fuckin' hate ya, ya know that?" Rogue
told her reflection as she glared into the green emeralds
which were exact copies of her own.
Her only answer was total silence.
She let her eyes scan over the worn, tired mirror face, and
her eyes softened slightly. She lifted one of her hands, touching
the cold glass of the mirror, her fingers mere millimetres
away from the hand of her twin image. It was an act of simplicity,
nothing more, but still Rogue's eyes filled with uncried tears.
Aw FUCK THIS! Rogue screamed mentally, her face distorted
with a sad mixture of sorrow and pain. Ya ain't nothin'
but a reflection Ah me, and still Ah can't touch ya ... Tell
me, mirror-girl, what is it like on the other side?
The only answer she got was a inquiring green eyed gaze.
Rogue's hand slipped away from the mirror, as she bowed her
head in sorrow. With a resigned sigh, she put the plug in
the drain hole of the basin, and opened up the cold water,
which ran into the basin with a sloshing sound. As she watched
the water level gently rising, she let her thoughts run freely,
and they unwillingly turned to suicide.
Once more, Rogue looked up into the face of the mirror-girl,
whose eyes were suddenly shot through with pain... That surprised
Maybe Ah should end it all, y'know? All mah life, Ah done
nothin' else but go through a world of hurt, and never have
Ah known anything that resembles a normal life ... Ah thought
things were finally goin' straight for me when Ah became friends
with Cody, and Lord knows it felt like Heaven when he kissed
me and look where that got ya, look where it got him. Now
his lyin' in a hospital bed, dead set in a coma, all becaus'a
Now, ya aint' nothin' but a mutant, a freak, who sucks
out the lives of others, and even that almost cost ya yer
life ... When is it gonna end, Sabby? Will it ever end?..
Will eveythin' be so fucked up like this forever?
The only answer she got was the still answer of silence.
She stared at the face of the mirror-girl, as if seeking
for an answer, and felt only dull surprise as she saw tears
well around those eyes once more. The thought of crying terrified
her, and she looked away quickly.
It was then when her eyes fell the straight razor that lay
next to the hot water tap of the bathtub. She let her eyes
ran along the edge, marvelling at the sharp shine that shone
back at her. It was then that the voice spoke up inside her
head and it was then that Rogue realised that even in her
deepest pain, she was not alone.
A voice spoke up inside her head, mocking taunting, challenging.
It was the voice of the woman she tried to touch yesterday,
the one named Carol Danvers.
Think of how easy it could be, you thieving little bitch
... All you have to do is pick it up, and slide it across
your wrist, easy as you please.. Maybe, just maybe, if you
do not screw up too badly, you will bleed to death, and end
this agony for both of us ...
Rogue felt like telling the voice to shut the Hell up and
leave her alone, but she listened anyway, for when one is
desperate, one's mind is not quite their own.
She once more let her green eyes fix themselves onto the
Oh yes, little girl. The voice spoke up again. It's
right there, waiting for you, ready to be taken.
Where the Hell did ya come from? Why don'tcha just fuck
off and leave me alone?! Rogue screamed, her mental voice
filled with defiance and pain.
Hey, don't blame me, little princess... I did not ask
you to touch me.. I did not ask for you to imprison me in
this sick mind of yours, so don't even think of blaming me,
because you know what, princess? It's not my fault, the
voice in her head answered, sounding amused. Rogue could not
help notice the venom that seemed to be dripping from it.
Well, it aint' mah fault either! Rogue shouted in
mental retaliation, her eyes filled with anger.
Bleep! Wrong answer, hon. I did not ask for you to touch
me. If you hadn't been so stupid, I would not be stuck inside
this excuse of a brain of yours. So, sorry to break it to
you baby, the voice answered, mocking her as it went,
it is your fault.'
Why dont'cha just do me a favour an' bugger off?!
Hey, hey, news flash sweetcheecks. I am stuck in here,
and thanks to you, I am not going anywhere.
Why don'cha just shut up?!
Make me. Take the razor and make me, you little piece
of shit!... If you got the guts to do it, that is, the
voice answered calmly, challengingly.
Now, for the third time, Rogue's eyes drifted towards the
straight razor. She felt like an outsider, not in control
of her own body, as she saw a hand drift towards the razor,
gripping it firmly by the handle. She felt in a daze as she
saw the razor being lifted form its perch, brought toward
She saw the razor being brought towards her other arm, which
seemed to be waiting for the blade, wrist turned upwards.
She felt the cold steel touch her hot skin.
Then, as if shocked by a bolt of electricity, Rogue came
to, horrified at seeing what she was about to do.
She hurriedly threw the razor away from her, where it clattered
harmlessly into the bath.
Rogue stared at her mirror image, wild-eyed and frightened.
Ah don't believe it. Ah almost killed mahself.
Yeah, too bad you didn't have the guts to pull through
with it, hey, princess? the voice of Carol Danvers asked
her, clearly amused.
Fuck ya, ya bitch! Rogue mentally screamed in defiance.
Ah'm Sabine Rogers, Ah'm Rogue, and even though mah life
may be screwed up, Ah sure as Hell ain't no yellow belly!
The only response that Rogue got was Carol's laughter. This
made her even more furious, but before the could reply, the
voice of Raven Darkholme came floating through the door.
"Rogue, you have been in there for ages now. Finish
up with what ever you are busy with and get out here. Breakfast
is almost ready."
Rogue snapped out of her rage, and hurriedly replied. "Yes,
Mamma. Ah'm comin' Just washing mah face."
"Well, hurry it up then, girl," came the slightly
Rogue quickly closed off the cold water, for the basin was
nearly overflowing, and she quickly washed out her eyes. Once
she was satisfied that she looked presentable, Rogue pulled
the plug, letting the water drain, and quickly dried off her
She took one last look at her face before she took off, and
a wry smile played across her lips.
"Hey, hey, we aint' finished yet, Mirror-Girl,"
Rogue spoke softly to her alter image, and it seemed as if
the mirrored image smiled back in response.
Still wearing that smile, she ran out of the bathroom to
join the rest of the Brotherhood for breakfast.
To be continued
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