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House of Leaves 4/5
Title: House of Leaves 4/5
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willowaus
Pairing: Magneto/Rogue, eventually Pyro/Avalanche
Verse: my Adaptation universe
Rating: R
Summary: Rogue learns to deal with the constant changes in her life with the Brotherhood.
A/N: Thanks so much tosionnain for Beta-ing this, especially after the last chapter. :D
Rogue managed to stay away from Magneto for two weeks. She trained at weird hours, ate after or before everyone else and took most of the cleaning shifts, anything to keep her out of the hallways. One night, after working out until three in the morning, she had caught herself just before she started to walk up the staircase. She had gone back to the gym and ran another mile.
Unfortunately, Magneto had instituted formal trainings again. Rogue was hoping that for some reason he wouldn’t be present during her scheduled time. As the gym doors opened, she sighed when she spotted him across the gymnasium floor, berating Pyro and Blob.
She steeled herself, repeating the mantra that helped her display her cold, indifferent attitude. “I am Rogue,” she whispered and walked towards the group.
“Boys,” she greeted, nodding towards Pyro, Blob, and Avalanche.
They smiled warily at her. All three had taken it upon themselves to inform her how much they missed the old Rogue. She’s gone. “Sir,” she continued, directing her attention to Magneto.
“You are late,” Magneto stated, glaring at her.
“It won’t happen again, sir,” she replied, placing her bare hands on her hips. That’s right, no gloves, she thought with a twisted smile. Can’t move me around at your will.
His glare intensified. “Let us see what Mystique has taught you,” Magneto stated, waving the others away.
Rogue didn’t hesitate, directing a kick at his stomach and watched with quiet satisfaction as he stepped back a few feet, pain flashing across his face. She went into a defensive stance, watching him for any sign as to what he might do. She gasped as the back of her knees were slammed into by a bar of metal. Biting her lip, she did a back flip, moving out of the way as he reached out for her.
She landed in a hunched position and glared at him. You will never touch me again. The bar moved towards her and she dodged it, not taking into account where he was at. Her body was slammed into the wall, his body pressing harshly against hers. Her breathing was ragged as she looked up at him, hatred filling her eyes.
His mouth descended on hers and she closed her eyes, giving into him, feeling him grow hard against her as his fingers tightened around her wrists. She kissed him back, arching into his body, whimpering as his tongue sought out hers. He pulled her arms above her head and she hooked a foot around his waist, pulling him harder against her. Her nipples ached for his touch, straining against the confines of her bra and shirt as his body rubbed against hers.
Magneto pulled away, both of them breathing erratically. His eyes narrowed in anger as he released her, striding out of the room without looking back. Rogue watched him go, sinking to her knees in defeat. “Rogue,” Pyro said, placing a hand on her arm.
“No,” she cried, pushing him away and running out of the room. I am Rogue. I will not be weak.
xxx
Rogue’s protective shell was beginning to crack. No matter where she went, she couldn’t escape Magneto’s presence. She felt herself slowly begin to disappear; the numb, apathetic persona she had created was beginning to take over. The others in her head did not like it, nor did the others at the fortress, but she didn’t care. Not if it helped her deal with Magneto.
She trained every spare minute she had, hoping he would send her out on one of his newly-created missions. Pyro and Blob had been gone for a week. Avalanche for three days. Each time, she was overlooked. Paige tried to cheer her up, as did Rusty and Sam. She tolerated them, escaping to the gym when she could. Pyro and Blob returned and she began practicing with them, wanting Magneto to see she was just as capable of being sent on missions.
Gossip circulated through the fortress that Emma Frost was coming to look for someone to help her recruit mutants. “She wanted Mystique,” Pyro informed Rogue as the two ran the perimeter of the gym. Pyro had been back for a few days and was preparing to be sent out again.
“Mystique’s still in DC,” Rogue replied, casting a sidelong glance at the blond woman conversing with Magneto on the side of the gym.
Rogue stopped running a few feet from the two, nonchalantly listening to their conversation as she practiced some of the rolls and flips Mystique had taught her. “Their names?” Emma Frost inquired, looking at the various mutants in the gym.
“Pyro is the young man running. Avalanche is the one stretching,” Magneto replied, crossing his arms across his chest.
“And the girl?” Emma asked.
“Rogue,” Magneto stated. Rogue tried not to react to her name, continuing to practice.
“I want her,” Emma said.
“No,” Magneto replied, his voice becoming hard.
“I cannot have Mystique,” Emma continued. “That girl has been trained by her. I need her.”
“I’ll go.” Rogue looked at the two in shock, unable to believe she had spoken aloud.
Magneto glared at her. “Did I summon you?” he demanded.
Rogue placed her hands on her hips, chin jutting out in defiance. “I heard my name,” she replied.
“I need Mystique,” Emma said. “Rogue is the best alternative.”
“Take someone else,” Magneto replied.
“You doubt my abilities?” Rogue demanded, glaring at him. “Why the hell am I still here?”
Magneto turned towards her, fixing her with a furious stare. “Fine,” he said and turned on his heel. “Take her.”
Rogue watched as he left the room, the gym door slamming shut behind him. “When do we go?” she asked, looking back at Emma.
Emma watched her carefully for a few seconds before smiling. “Now,” she replied.
“Good,” Rogue said as she followed the woman. I need to leave.
xxx
Rogue looked warily around the small town bar, keeping track of all the exits. Emma was in the back. Conversing with the owner. Rogue snorted, pulling her hands into her lap as another patron passed by her. As much fun as it would be to drop the man for the leer he directed at her, she reminded herself they were trying to keep a low profile.
The door chime sounded again and she angled her head towards the entrance, eyes widening slightly as she saw officers of the Mutant Registration Agency. She turned back to her Coke, mentally yelling for Emma, hoping the woman wasn’t too occupied to hear her.
The officers sat down at the bar and she tensed. I need to leave. She cast a look towards the back, knowing Emma would be able to take care of herself. She moved to stand up, hesitating when she thought of Magneto. She didn’t want to think what his response would be to leaving a comrade behind. Come on, Emma, she silently pleaded.
“Hey, doll,” one of the patrons said, sidling up beside her. He laid his hand down on hers before she could react. His thoughts poured into her, along with his astonishment at her being a mutant.
No! She stood up, knocking the bar stool down as the man collapsed in front of her. Not good, not good. She felt the muzzle of a gun press against the back of her head. “Don’t even think of moving, freak.”
Rogue froze, readying herself to use one of the various moves Mystique had taught her. Something pricked her neck and she slumped to the floor, everything going black.
xxx
She awoke to the feel of water stinging her back. Blinking, she pushed herself up from the metal floor, wondering how she had gotten back to the fortress. As she looked through the spray of hot water, she realized she was somewhere else. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt extra weight around her neck, hands moving to touch a metallic collar. No.
The water shut off and she tried to stand, her muscles aching as she rose. She crossed her arms across her chest, trying to shield her body from the doorway. The water started again, hotter than before, searing her skin. She stumbled to the floor, tripping over her feet as she attempted to move away from the water. The spray began again above her fallen form and she looked up at the ceiling, glaring at the various water spouts jutting from the pipes.
The water stung her eyes and she closed them tightly, images of another shower assaulting her. Crammed spaces, weary looks, no one sure if there would be water coming down on them, or if they were destined for the gas. She braced herself on the floor with her hands, steadying her breathing. The water shut off again and she looked up, crouching into a fighting position as the door opened.
A tranquilizer dart hit her right shoulder and she cried out, dropping backwards onto the floor. The last thing she saw were two uniformed officers standing over her before she blacked out.
xxx
Bright lights shown down on her, hurting her eyes. She tried to look around them, to discern where she was and who else was in the room. Her hands were strapped to the chair she was in, the collar still around her neck. She glared at no one in particular, hating being trapped, wishing she had use of her powers.
A young woman approached her, holding what looked like a mini blowtorch in her hands. Rogue bared her teeth at her, eyes narrowing. Pain erupted through her as the woman placed the instrument against her forearm’s skin, and Rogue closed her eyes. It took her a few moments to realize the agonizing screams she heard were coming from her.
“Welcome to hell,” the woman sneered, before walking away.
Rogue looked down at her arms through the tears that had formed in her eyes. X241. She blinked as she looked at the letter and numbers burned into her skin, another set flashing in her mind. “Bring her to her cell,” someone ordered from the corner.
She felt the straps release her and kicked the man who approached her, sending him flying backwards. Rogue dove under the metal table, knocking over vials and papers. “Mutie bitch,” someone muttered and she tried to get her bearings.
Someone grabbed hold of her leg and she struggled for release, gripping one of the table’s legs with all of her strength. A needle was jabbed into her leg, causing her to release her hold, her body becoming numb and her vision blurring. She was dragged from the table and cried out as someone kicked her in the stomach.
“You will learn not to hurt my experiments,” another man said and she tried to focus on his face before the drugs took their effect.
“Welcome, X241,” the man said congenially. “My name is Dr. Essex. You and I will get along perfectly.”
Rogue decided she hated the man’s smile as she drifted off.
xxx
Rogue tried to keep track of the days, chipping away flecks of paint from the wall of her small cell. There were no windows though, no way to know when a new day had passed. Sometimes hours went by quickly but usually they dragged on, minutes seeming to stretch longer than she’d ever imagined. She had thought her time on the Statue had been excruciating to endure, but nothing could have helped her endure this.
She looked down at her arm, fingers sliding over the charred skin. You’re a survivor, Wolverine whispered reassuringly to her. She tried to smile in response, to tell him that she was, that she wouldn’t give in to the hopelessness that was surrounding her. Stay strong, he urged.
The cell door opened and she glared at Dr. Essex. “Are we going to be a good girl and cooperate this time?” he asked with his sickening smile.
“Screw you,” Rogue replied, growling.
“As you wish, my dear,” Essex said, motioning behind him.
A guard walked into the room and she launched herself at them, cringing when the heel of a boot hit her in the stomach. She felt the needle break her skin, her body responding quickly to the drug that coursed through her veins. “Eventually, you will come willingly,” Essex whispered in her ear.
“Never,” she said before she was unable to move.
“Bring her,” Essex ordered and left the room.
The guard picked her up, carrying her unceremoniously out of the cell and down the hallway. Rogue tried not to think about what the good doctor had in store for her.
xxx
Rogue curled up on the floor of the cell, tracing the metal of the collar in an attempt to comfort her. They’ll find you, David whispered to her and she smiled sadly at him.
Erik has more important things to worry about, she replied, hugging herself. Magneto’s presence in her head was silent and she was glad he didn’t try to refute her. I am but one mutant. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to keep back the tears welling up in them. One insignificant sacrifice.
The voices knew not to try and reason with her when she was like this, leaving her alone to dwell on her thoughts. Her fingers touched her hair, eyes opening and she smiled sadly as she felt the hair regrowing. The door to the cell opened and she looked towards it, readying herself to attack. The sharp entry of the needle hit her leg and she stumbled, her body reacting to the drug, unable to move.
The guard sneered as he turned her over, roughly pulling the needle from her leg. “This is for that kick yesterday, bitch,” he growled and she screamed inside her head as she felt his hand inch up her leg.
No! she shouted as she felt her clothes removed, the guards hands violently pawing at her breasts. Wolverine growled inside her head, wanting to tear the man to pieces. David cowered, unable to believe what was happening. Magneto was ready to crush the man, reaching out for anything metal.
“I bet you’ve never even been with a real man,” the guard said, forcing her legs apart. “Just mutant freaks.”
Erik! She shrieked as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Magneto’s presence reached for her as tears fell down her cheeks. The guard loomed over her, leaning down so that his mouth was by her ear. “You’ll enjoy this, freak,” he said, his tongue licking her ear.
“At least I will,” he continued, moving back over her, a sinister smile on his face.
A loud explosion caused him to fall on top of her. “Shit!” he yelled, scrambling up as another explosion reverberated through the building.
“I’ll be back, bitch,” the guard assured her before moving off of her.
She heard the cell door close, her tears falling steadily down her face. Another explosion ripped through the facility and she watched the ceiling shake. Let it fall on me, she pleaded, anything to keep the monster from coming back for her.
“Check every cell!”
Erik? She struggled to move, to make her muscles work. Her body wouldn’t cooperate and she cursed the drug, the guard, the whole damn place. The cell door was opened again and she steeled herself for the guard, tears running freely down her face when she saw Pyro.
He froze as he looked down at her, his eyes widening in horror. “Rogue?” he asked, his voice shaky. He turned away, moving out of the doorway and back into the hall.
No, don’t’ leave me, she cried hysterically. She could move her fingers a fraction of an inch from the floor now. “Magneto!” Pyro yelled.
Pryo was in the doorway again and tried to raise her hand, to speak. “Oh God,” he whispered as he looked at her.
Magneto appeared in the doorway, his face shielded by his helmet. “Er…”she gasped, her voice raspy, unable to form his name.
“Rogue,” he said, taking three long strides before he was at her side, cradling her body in his arms.
She tried to grasp hold of him, her fingers unable to grip anything. Her neck began to burn before she felt the collar slide off of her. “Er…ik,” she said, closing her eyes as he picked her up, holding her form close to him.
“Who did this to you?” Magneto demanded and she opened her eyes, looking away at the fury in his gaze.
“Sor…ry,” she replied, lips trembling.
His teeth were bared in anger. “Keep every one of them alive,” Magneto ordered Pyro.
Rogue watched Pyro nod and leave the room, barking orders to whomever else was outside. “You will show me who did this,” Magneto continued, pulling her chin so that she was looking at him.
“Sor…ry,” she repeated, ashamed, as she closed her eyes.
Magneto laid her down on the floor and she opened her eyes, her breathing fast. “Don’t…leave,” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
He tore his cape from his back and wrapped it around her. “Never again,” he told her as he picked her up.
He walked them into the hallway, brushing the tears from her face. She saw the guards lined up on the wall, looking at the Brotherhood and newly escaped prisoners in fear. “Which one?” Magneto prodded, walking her towards the guards.
She buried her head in his chest as they passed the guard. A blood curdling scream echoed through the hallway and she turned back to look, eyes widening as the guard slunk against the wall, blood staining his pants. She watched as the man grasped where his manhood had been, sputtering. Satisfaction swept through her as a thin metal strap sliced his throat and she smiled as he slumped to the floor.
“Kill them all,” Magneto ordered before walking away, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
Rogue buried her face in his neck, overcome by exhaustion.
Author:
willowausPairing: Magneto/Rogue, eventually Pyro/Avalanche
Verse: my Adaptation universe
Rating: R
Summary: Rogue learns to deal with the constant changes in her life with the Brotherhood.
A/N: Thanks so much to
sionnain for Beta-ing this, especially after the last chapter. :DRogue managed to stay away from Magneto for two weeks. She trained at weird hours, ate after or before everyone else and took most of the cleaning shifts, anything to keep her out of the hallways. One night, after working out until three in the morning, she had caught herself just before she started to walk up the staircase. She had gone back to the gym and ran another mile.
Unfortunately, Magneto had instituted formal trainings again. Rogue was hoping that for some reason he wouldn’t be present during her scheduled time. As the gym doors opened, she sighed when she spotted him across the gymnasium floor, berating Pyro and Blob.
She steeled herself, repeating the mantra that helped her display her cold, indifferent attitude. “I am Rogue,” she whispered and walked towards the group.
“Boys,” she greeted, nodding towards Pyro, Blob, and Avalanche.
They smiled warily at her. All three had taken it upon themselves to inform her how much they missed the old Rogue. She’s gone. “Sir,” she continued, directing her attention to Magneto.
“You are late,” Magneto stated, glaring at her.
“It won’t happen again, sir,” she replied, placing her bare hands on her hips. That’s right, no gloves, she thought with a twisted smile. Can’t move me around at your will.
His glare intensified. “Let us see what Mystique has taught you,” Magneto stated, waving the others away.
Rogue didn’t hesitate, directing a kick at his stomach and watched with quiet satisfaction as he stepped back a few feet, pain flashing across his face. She went into a defensive stance, watching him for any sign as to what he might do. She gasped as the back of her knees were slammed into by a bar of metal. Biting her lip, she did a back flip, moving out of the way as he reached out for her.
She landed in a hunched position and glared at him. You will never touch me again. The bar moved towards her and she dodged it, not taking into account where he was at. Her body was slammed into the wall, his body pressing harshly against hers. Her breathing was ragged as she looked up at him, hatred filling her eyes.
His mouth descended on hers and she closed her eyes, giving into him, feeling him grow hard against her as his fingers tightened around her wrists. She kissed him back, arching into his body, whimpering as his tongue sought out hers. He pulled her arms above her head and she hooked a foot around his waist, pulling him harder against her. Her nipples ached for his touch, straining against the confines of her bra and shirt as his body rubbed against hers.
Magneto pulled away, both of them breathing erratically. His eyes narrowed in anger as he released her, striding out of the room without looking back. Rogue watched him go, sinking to her knees in defeat. “Rogue,” Pyro said, placing a hand on her arm.
“No,” she cried, pushing him away and running out of the room. I am Rogue. I will not be weak.
xxx
Rogue’s protective shell was beginning to crack. No matter where she went, she couldn’t escape Magneto’s presence. She felt herself slowly begin to disappear; the numb, apathetic persona she had created was beginning to take over. The others in her head did not like it, nor did the others at the fortress, but she didn’t care. Not if it helped her deal with Magneto.
She trained every spare minute she had, hoping he would send her out on one of his newly-created missions. Pyro and Blob had been gone for a week. Avalanche for three days. Each time, she was overlooked. Paige tried to cheer her up, as did Rusty and Sam. She tolerated them, escaping to the gym when she could. Pyro and Blob returned and she began practicing with them, wanting Magneto to see she was just as capable of being sent on missions.
Gossip circulated through the fortress that Emma Frost was coming to look for someone to help her recruit mutants. “She wanted Mystique,” Pyro informed Rogue as the two ran the perimeter of the gym. Pyro had been back for a few days and was preparing to be sent out again.
“Mystique’s still in DC,” Rogue replied, casting a sidelong glance at the blond woman conversing with Magneto on the side of the gym.
Rogue stopped running a few feet from the two, nonchalantly listening to their conversation as she practiced some of the rolls and flips Mystique had taught her. “Their names?” Emma Frost inquired, looking at the various mutants in the gym.
“Pyro is the young man running. Avalanche is the one stretching,” Magneto replied, crossing his arms across his chest.
“And the girl?” Emma asked.
“Rogue,” Magneto stated. Rogue tried not to react to her name, continuing to practice.
“I want her,” Emma said.
“No,” Magneto replied, his voice becoming hard.
“I cannot have Mystique,” Emma continued. “That girl has been trained by her. I need her.”
“I’ll go.” Rogue looked at the two in shock, unable to believe she had spoken aloud.
Magneto glared at her. “Did I summon you?” he demanded.
Rogue placed her hands on her hips, chin jutting out in defiance. “I heard my name,” she replied.
“I need Mystique,” Emma said. “Rogue is the best alternative.”
“Take someone else,” Magneto replied.
“You doubt my abilities?” Rogue demanded, glaring at him. “Why the hell am I still here?”
Magneto turned towards her, fixing her with a furious stare. “Fine,” he said and turned on his heel. “Take her.”
Rogue watched as he left the room, the gym door slamming shut behind him. “When do we go?” she asked, looking back at Emma.
Emma watched her carefully for a few seconds before smiling. “Now,” she replied.
“Good,” Rogue said as she followed the woman. I need to leave.
xxx
Rogue looked warily around the small town bar, keeping track of all the exits. Emma was in the back. Conversing with the owner. Rogue snorted, pulling her hands into her lap as another patron passed by her. As much fun as it would be to drop the man for the leer he directed at her, she reminded herself they were trying to keep a low profile.
The door chime sounded again and she angled her head towards the entrance, eyes widening slightly as she saw officers of the Mutant Registration Agency. She turned back to her Coke, mentally yelling for Emma, hoping the woman wasn’t too occupied to hear her.
The officers sat down at the bar and she tensed. I need to leave. She cast a look towards the back, knowing Emma would be able to take care of herself. She moved to stand up, hesitating when she thought of Magneto. She didn’t want to think what his response would be to leaving a comrade behind. Come on, Emma, she silently pleaded.
“Hey, doll,” one of the patrons said, sidling up beside her. He laid his hand down on hers before she could react. His thoughts poured into her, along with his astonishment at her being a mutant.
No! She stood up, knocking the bar stool down as the man collapsed in front of her. Not good, not good. She felt the muzzle of a gun press against the back of her head. “Don’t even think of moving, freak.”
Rogue froze, readying herself to use one of the various moves Mystique had taught her. Something pricked her neck and she slumped to the floor, everything going black.
xxx
She awoke to the feel of water stinging her back. Blinking, she pushed herself up from the metal floor, wondering how she had gotten back to the fortress. As she looked through the spray of hot water, she realized she was somewhere else. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt extra weight around her neck, hands moving to touch a metallic collar. No.
The water shut off and she tried to stand, her muscles aching as she rose. She crossed her arms across her chest, trying to shield her body from the doorway. The water started again, hotter than before, searing her skin. She stumbled to the floor, tripping over her feet as she attempted to move away from the water. The spray began again above her fallen form and she looked up at the ceiling, glaring at the various water spouts jutting from the pipes.
The water stung her eyes and she closed them tightly, images of another shower assaulting her. Crammed spaces, weary looks, no one sure if there would be water coming down on them, or if they were destined for the gas. She braced herself on the floor with her hands, steadying her breathing. The water shut off again and she looked up, crouching into a fighting position as the door opened.
A tranquilizer dart hit her right shoulder and she cried out, dropping backwards onto the floor. The last thing she saw were two uniformed officers standing over her before she blacked out.
xxx
Bright lights shown down on her, hurting her eyes. She tried to look around them, to discern where she was and who else was in the room. Her hands were strapped to the chair she was in, the collar still around her neck. She glared at no one in particular, hating being trapped, wishing she had use of her powers.
A young woman approached her, holding what looked like a mini blowtorch in her hands. Rogue bared her teeth at her, eyes narrowing. Pain erupted through her as the woman placed the instrument against her forearm’s skin, and Rogue closed her eyes. It took her a few moments to realize the agonizing screams she heard were coming from her.
“Welcome to hell,” the woman sneered, before walking away.
Rogue looked down at her arms through the tears that had formed in her eyes. X241. She blinked as she looked at the letter and numbers burned into her skin, another set flashing in her mind. “Bring her to her cell,” someone ordered from the corner.
She felt the straps release her and kicked the man who approached her, sending him flying backwards. Rogue dove under the metal table, knocking over vials and papers. “Mutie bitch,” someone muttered and she tried to get her bearings.
Someone grabbed hold of her leg and she struggled for release, gripping one of the table’s legs with all of her strength. A needle was jabbed into her leg, causing her to release her hold, her body becoming numb and her vision blurring. She was dragged from the table and cried out as someone kicked her in the stomach.
“You will learn not to hurt my experiments,” another man said and she tried to focus on his face before the drugs took their effect.
“Welcome, X241,” the man said congenially. “My name is Dr. Essex. You and I will get along perfectly.”
Rogue decided she hated the man’s smile as she drifted off.
xxx
Rogue tried to keep track of the days, chipping away flecks of paint from the wall of her small cell. There were no windows though, no way to know when a new day had passed. Sometimes hours went by quickly but usually they dragged on, minutes seeming to stretch longer than she’d ever imagined. She had thought her time on the Statue had been excruciating to endure, but nothing could have helped her endure this.
She looked down at her arm, fingers sliding over the charred skin. You’re a survivor, Wolverine whispered reassuringly to her. She tried to smile in response, to tell him that she was, that she wouldn’t give in to the hopelessness that was surrounding her. Stay strong, he urged.
The cell door opened and she glared at Dr. Essex. “Are we going to be a good girl and cooperate this time?” he asked with his sickening smile.
“Screw you,” Rogue replied, growling.
“As you wish, my dear,” Essex said, motioning behind him.
A guard walked into the room and she launched herself at them, cringing when the heel of a boot hit her in the stomach. She felt the needle break her skin, her body responding quickly to the drug that coursed through her veins. “Eventually, you will come willingly,” Essex whispered in her ear.
“Never,” she said before she was unable to move.
“Bring her,” Essex ordered and left the room.
The guard picked her up, carrying her unceremoniously out of the cell and down the hallway. Rogue tried not to think about what the good doctor had in store for her.
xxx
Rogue curled up on the floor of the cell, tracing the metal of the collar in an attempt to comfort her. They’ll find you, David whispered to her and she smiled sadly at him.
Erik has more important things to worry about, she replied, hugging herself. Magneto’s presence in her head was silent and she was glad he didn’t try to refute her. I am but one mutant. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to keep back the tears welling up in them. One insignificant sacrifice.
The voices knew not to try and reason with her when she was like this, leaving her alone to dwell on her thoughts. Her fingers touched her hair, eyes opening and she smiled sadly as she felt the hair regrowing. The door to the cell opened and she looked towards it, readying herself to attack. The sharp entry of the needle hit her leg and she stumbled, her body reacting to the drug, unable to move.
The guard sneered as he turned her over, roughly pulling the needle from her leg. “This is for that kick yesterday, bitch,” he growled and she screamed inside her head as she felt his hand inch up her leg.
No! she shouted as she felt her clothes removed, the guards hands violently pawing at her breasts. Wolverine growled inside her head, wanting to tear the man to pieces. David cowered, unable to believe what was happening. Magneto was ready to crush the man, reaching out for anything metal.
“I bet you’ve never even been with a real man,” the guard said, forcing her legs apart. “Just mutant freaks.”
Erik! She shrieked as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Magneto’s presence reached for her as tears fell down her cheeks. The guard loomed over her, leaning down so that his mouth was by her ear. “You’ll enjoy this, freak,” he said, his tongue licking her ear.
“At least I will,” he continued, moving back over her, a sinister smile on his face.
A loud explosion caused him to fall on top of her. “Shit!” he yelled, scrambling up as another explosion reverberated through the building.
“I’ll be back, bitch,” the guard assured her before moving off of her.
She heard the cell door close, her tears falling steadily down her face. Another explosion ripped through the facility and she watched the ceiling shake. Let it fall on me, she pleaded, anything to keep the monster from coming back for her.
“Check every cell!”
Erik? She struggled to move, to make her muscles work. Her body wouldn’t cooperate and she cursed the drug, the guard, the whole damn place. The cell door was opened again and she steeled herself for the guard, tears running freely down her face when she saw Pyro.
He froze as he looked down at her, his eyes widening in horror. “Rogue?” he asked, his voice shaky. He turned away, moving out of the doorway and back into the hall.
No, don’t’ leave me, she cried hysterically. She could move her fingers a fraction of an inch from the floor now. “Magneto!” Pyro yelled.
Pryo was in the doorway again and tried to raise her hand, to speak. “Oh God,” he whispered as he looked at her.
Magneto appeared in the doorway, his face shielded by his helmet. “Er…”she gasped, her voice raspy, unable to form his name.
“Rogue,” he said, taking three long strides before he was at her side, cradling her body in his arms.
She tried to grasp hold of him, her fingers unable to grip anything. Her neck began to burn before she felt the collar slide off of her. “Er…ik,” she said, closing her eyes as he picked her up, holding her form close to him.
“Who did this to you?” Magneto demanded and she opened her eyes, looking away at the fury in his gaze.
“Sor…ry,” she replied, lips trembling.
His teeth were bared in anger. “Keep every one of them alive,” Magneto ordered Pyro.
Rogue watched Pyro nod and leave the room, barking orders to whomever else was outside. “You will show me who did this,” Magneto continued, pulling her chin so that she was looking at him.
“Sor…ry,” she repeated, ashamed, as she closed her eyes.
Magneto laid her down on the floor and she opened her eyes, her breathing fast. “Don’t…leave,” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
He tore his cape from his back and wrapped it around her. “Never again,” he told her as he picked her up.
He walked them into the hallway, brushing the tears from her face. She saw the guards lined up on the wall, looking at the Brotherhood and newly escaped prisoners in fear. “Which one?” Magneto prodded, walking her towards the guards.
She buried her head in his chest as they passed the guard. A blood curdling scream echoed through the hallway and she turned back to look, eyes widening as the guard slunk against the wall, blood staining his pants. She watched as the man grasped where his manhood had been, sputtering. Satisfaction swept through her as a thin metal strap sliced his throat and she smiled as he slumped to the floor.
“Kill them all,” Magneto ordered before walking away, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
Rogue buried her face in his neck, overcome by exhaustion.