Disclaimer: The X-Men are property
of Marvel. No one in this story is mine, I don't think. Not
even Rogue's husband, Daniel, who, by the way, is property
of the extremely talented Amanda Sichter.
Again, Amanda, thank you for letting me write this. :)
Dreams to a Reality
"Momma! Please! Ah need ta see ya!" Rogue begged
the security video camera. "Momma, please let me in,"
she sobbed. Rogue angrily shook the adamantium bars. "Please,
Momma, Ah need ya," she sobbed. "Please!"
Kurt slammed his fists down on the desk angrily. "How
can you be so cruel?" he demanded. "Your daughter,
your one and only daughter, needs you and you refuse to see
Raven looked at him coldly. "It took me a long time
but I did come to terms with it. And I suggest you start doing
the same. My daughter, your sister, is dead." Raven nodded
towards the screen. "That creature outside the gates
merely resembles her physically. Nothing more."
"How can you be so uncaring towards her?" Kurt
demanded. "You always loved her the most yet you leave
her when she needs you the most."
Raven glared at him silently. "Xavier may pay for all
of your needs but I work. For the government. I have a deadline
to meet, so this conversation is over."
Mother and son stood resolutely and glared at one another.
They were not ordinary human-looking mutants. Both had blue
skins and bright yellow eyes. Kurt clenched his fist and looked
away first. He walked over to Raven.
For the briefest of moments Raven thought that he was going
to teleport her to Rogue. To force her to face her disowned
daughter. But, instead, Kurt merely kissed his mother on the
cheek. "Thank you," he said angrily, "for abandoning
me when I was a baby and not when my mind and soul
were broken." He teleported away, leaving his mother
to ponder over his last words.
Raven stared at the trail of smoke and brimstone, stunned
by her son's actions. She touched the spot where Kurt had
kissed her. She walked to the console of television screens
that were connected to the security cameras. Rogue was still
sobbing out for her. Raven's hand reached up towards the screen.
"Rogue," she thought silently, "you are beyond
help. You are a lost cause." She turned off the screens
and turned away. A lone tear trickled down her face.
Rogue turned towards the window. She was lying down on her
bed, so close to the others, yet, at the same time, so far
away from them. She had tried hard, so very hard, this past
few days. And now, quite honestly, she was exhausted. She
was tired from so many things. From acting as if her Momma's
refusal to see her didn't bother her. From acting as if she
couldn't be any happier for Kitty and Remy. From acting as
if she was the only one in this body.
"Remy," she whispered brokenly. But, mostly, she
was tired from acting as if she didn't care about him. She
had stopped thinking of him. He was no longer hers, if he
ever was, and he wasn't hers to dream about. He was married.
And not to Bella Donna, but to one of her friends, Kitty Pryde.
It had been the hardest thing for her to do. To treat him
as she treated everybody else. But there was so much tension
between them now Rogue looked out over the horizon. She had
to let go of him completely. She didn't let the very thought
of him reside anywhere in her head. And, perhaps, that had
brought about her downfall.
She had pushed him out of her head when she had first met
her husband. Convinced herself that her husband was the only
person that she needed. But then she had gone crazy. She had
listened to the new voice and had absorbed her husband and
That voice, that shadow, had been ordering her to do things
since they had first merged. Bad, wrong, evil things. But
she had resisted all of those temptations. She had clung to
one idea, one thought, that had kept her separate from the
shadow. Her lifeline. Remy.
But when she had learned of his union with Kitty she had
forced herself to let him go. Afterall, if you loved him,
you let him go, right? Yes, perhaps, for him it was good.
But, too late, she had realized, that in letting him go she
had also let go of the part that had kept her sane. The part
that had kept her separate from the shadow. The part that
gave meaning to her life. Afterall, how could you simply forget
about somebody you loved and continue to be happy?
And now, without Remy, she had almost completely merged with
the shadow. His thoughts were becoming her thoughts. His desires
were becoming her desires. But she was not becoming him. As
his thoughts were becoming her thoughts, her thoughts were
becoming his thoughts. And her desires were becoming his desires.
But, nevertheless, the union was almost complete.
Rogue buried her face in her pillow. She was too weak to
do anything now. There were too many unrestrained thoughts
and desires running around within her. Too many conflicting
emotions. She just wanted to end it all.
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