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Rogue's Kiss	By : Ramsey Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 5767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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They laid her body into the ground two days after she was found on the couch of the Goth club. Looking to everyone as if she was sleeping. The police investigation had hit a brick wall after they could not find the girl some witnesses claimed she had been making out with. It was hard to find one anonymous gothic girl out of the whole crowd of that club.

The police were puzzled also by the fact that when people described they always ended by the same sentiment that she looked like the real thing. The two punctures in her jugulars didn�t help to dispel the rumor that a real vampire had bitten her.

The institute students and faculty crowded around Rogue�s grave. The sky was overcast an angry gray with sad, fat drops of rain rolled down from the sky to touch, join, merge with the tears that fell on the polished black coffin. It had been kitty that had picked it out. Her shaky, choked voice said that she would have wanted to go down in true gothic style.

The priest said the last rites, saying this was a tragedy that had a purpose, as all do in God�s plan. The priest would never know how close he came to having all six claws through him or a bone spike sticking out of his throat,

How could this be in the plan? To take Rogue away had nearly crippled the team. Nobody realized exactly how much she had made the house home until she was gone. Her witty comebacks and rare smiles were treasures they had not known until she was gone.

The black coffin descended and was hugged by the greedy earth.

When the first shovel of dirt kissed the surface of the box Kitty turned her head and screamed in pain into Logan�s jacket. Scott and Jean clasped hands tightly. The fingers pulsed tighter with each thump of dirt to hit Rogue.

Professor Charles Xavier placed his head on his joined fists and silently wept. Not being able to save this child. He didn�t even know her name, letting her have her privacy about her identity.

The gravestone was an archangel in flight on a stone pedestal with the words, �Here lays Rogue. You take a piece of us with you as you go.�
A full moon hung over the institute. A ghastly laughing face grinned down in hilarity from the moons face, following the sad dance of pain that was still playing out in its walls.

Scott Summers lay on his bed staring at his ceiling not seeing the moon that laughed at him. To him it would be in watery shades of red. Tears streaked down his cheeks catching in his hair and ear lobes. The leader of the X-men cried for Rogue but also for himself and his failure. It was his job to lead them into battle, make them work as a team but most of all it was his job to keep them alive.

�I failed,� he choked out. �I�m so sorry, Rogue.�

Without a knock his door was opened and Jean Grey entered his room, closed the door and locked it behind him. He pushed himself up onto his elbow away from her to hide the tears he hastily wiped away.

�Scott, look at me.� Jean�s voice drifted across the room. He could hear the great need in it. He could hear the pain falling from it as if sadness could cry.

�What do you want, Jean?� he asked without turning, not able to stop the tide that was called as if the moon had drawn it like the waves of the ocean.

�Look at me,� she repeated.

Scott�s face crumpled for a second before he turned.

Jean stood naked by his door. Her flawless skin shone in the darkness. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and around her breastsr bor body trembled and tears squeezed themselves from the corners of her eyes, coursing around a mouth that quivered.

Scott�s own tears seemed to spring forth stronger now. Emotions twisted and twined inside him. He wanted to hug Jean and try to protect her from the pain she felt, make love to her to help them both through it but deep down a demon was telling him that he couldn�t help anyone. He couldn�t keep Rogue alive. What made him think he could save the woman he loved from anything? It flashed in his mind the time that Blob had kidnapped Jean and he had tried to save her and failed. It had been Rogue who had taken Blob out even when she was in the Brotherhood.

�Scott,� her voice quaked as she spoke. �I-I can�t handle this. There�s too much�too much to deal with and I can feel it I CAN FEEL IT!� She shrieked gripping her head and hair. Her face went a furious red as her body shook. She lost her strength and fell to her knees.

Scott was up and over to her before he even knew he had moved. He held her as she cried the tears that she had not shed all day, keeping the perfect control that seemed to have reached the end of its limit. He rocked her and stroked her hair; giant sobs racked her body on the floor of Scott�s room.

They eased into lesser sobs and she drew back a little to look into his red shades. She would have given anything to see his eyes right then, to see the love she knew was always there but never took. She leaned forward into his embrace again and pressed his lips softly against his, with fear. She wasn�t sure he would accept.

At first Scott didn�t, not wanting it to be like this, when she was so weak and vulnerable, where in the morning�s harsh light she might not find him so desirable anymore.

�Please, Scott,� she whispered out and he gave in.

He gently picked her up and carried her over to his bed and laid her down softly as if he may break this precious thing. She slipped under the covers and watched him. He slowly undressed as she watched him. Her tears had stopped the moment he had accepted her. His hard body seemed to glow in the darkness. His warm body slid under the covers with her and wrapped his arms around her. She pressed back, ravenous for the warmth and security that he offered. All the pain in her head floated away when he kissed her.

A different kind of tears fell from Scott�s eyes when she returned his kiss and stroked his body, almost immediately drawing him on top of her, feeling that hard part of him touch her, spreading her flow across fevering lips and thighs. He guided himself to her flowering opening and pushed gently inside her.

�I need you, Scott,� Jean gasped. �Please don�t leave me.�

And there it was. The thought that had been the objective of that sadistic demon in his soul, to just give up, to leave, maybe even take the spot next to Rouge in that cemetery.

That demon was killed by those 8 words forever.

�I promise, Jean,� he said as he slid in and commenced that age-old rhythm.
Across town Rogue woke up to darkness and confinement. A fog clouded her mind and pain racked her body making her groan into the echoing darkness. She raised her hands to her head but they hit something right above her. She realized she was one her back and closed in. a memory swam out of the fog of the time she had been locked in a closet by Kurt as a joke.

�Hey,� she barely croaked. Her throat felt like sandpaper. �Let me out of here�

Nothing happened and she ineffectually hit her palm weakly against the barrier. And repeated a little louder. Something was wrong�what was it? She fought the fog, trying to stare into the darkness but it was total.

She found some space between her body and the wood above her to get her hand to her face and rub it briskly and pinch her cheek hard.

That helped a little.

This time she knocked with her knuckles, saying, �hey, let me outta heah!!� that�s when she noticed what was wrong.

The sound was completely wrong. She knocked again and listened. It wasn�t that hollow sound like when you knock on a door, even a thick one. She really woke up now.

She placed her palm on the surface and felt something like a cushion was attached to the roof of whatever she was in. another bolt of pain racked her body and stayed for longer this time. She screamed in the auger and hit a fist against the padding in protest. The pain intensified and she clawed at it, ripping it to shreds until she was leaving gashes in the wood that it was attached to. She barely noticed.

Along with the pain was an instinct so strong she could not ignore it.

�GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!�

She began to scream in a mixture of pain and rage as she battered and clawed at the barrier at first only scratching it in deep gouges but then actually breaking it. Strength welled in her as she worked in fury, screaming the whole time.

�LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!�

She reared back her fist again and struck the wood, going right through and into some soft substances. When she withdrew her fist, dirt rained down in her face.

�No, god, please, NO!!� Rogue pleaded, not able to accept what she already knew.

They had buried her. Six feet under. Left for dead. Something in her snapped and she went frantic, using her whole body to break the roof of her coffin and letting more dirt sift in.
Anyone passing the newly made grave would have seen the new grass slightly cave in as if it were sinking into something. Lower it went until it began to bulge out again slowly and a hand broke through, clawing at the air and turf, trying to find purchase.

A dirty body in a black dress dragged itself into the night and let out a piercing scream that could be heard for miles. People in nearby house gasped in shock as glasses at their dinner tables shattered at the sound.

Rogue climbed her way out of the hole she made from the bottom up and fell on the ground, the pain lessened as she gasped at the cool air, not confined anymore.

She slowly went to her knees and looked over her shoulder at the place she had just birthed herself. She saw the ragged hole and the gravestone with her name and the message.

She grabbed her head and screamed again.
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