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Awakenings	By : Linaija13 Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Awakenings
- 2-Zwei
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A/N: I might want to say this so you don't get confused. The italics at the beginning are memories in her POV. When you get further, it's a dream. So it will not be italicized.

Rogue sometimes forgets to think her answers instead of saying them out loud. So she may look a lil dorky sometimes. Or.. shall I say insane? haha

So.. Read and review! Please, if there is something I forgot, tell me!

PS. There isn't much of Kitty until the third movie, so I'm referencing her personality off of Evolution.
The next morning, she was roused from her sleep from the sunlight peaking in at her from it's place behind her curtains. She was sleeping at the end of her bed, how she got there was a mystery. She pulled the comforter up over her head, trying to get more sleep. After five minutes, it seemed to do the trick. Only instead of her normal dreams which consisted of her past, happy times, it was haunted with memories.

Not her own memories.

The first wave that hit her were Magneto's, in her point of view. She was in the concentration camp. It was raining and depressing. Her mother and father were with her, keeping close. All of a sudden, they were pulled apart. She screamed after parents, trying to get back to them. They were pushed away from her, getting farther and farther away. Soon, she was up against a wall, crying. She then ran after them, reaching her hand out, still screaming. They were gone by then, the gate had closed. She was being pulled back by the soldiers. Trying so hard to reach them, anger was fueling her rage at the mob. She told herself to reach further, to get them back. Soon, the gates started to crush from the force on them. The soldiers were scared, the gate was crushing more and more. The next thing that she remembered was all black.

Next was getting 'branded'. The needle was, of course, metal. She had yet to gain control of her powers. They held her arm down in leather straps, to keep her from moving. However, they hadn't expected much of a show since the incident a week ago. It was mere coincidence. Yanked from her place on the hard ground, she had been thrust into a room when she had yet to open her eyes. She wasn't aware of what was going on until feeling excruciating pain on her forearm. She was jolted awake and started screaming at them to stop. They didn't, instead attempted to knock her out. It worked for a short while. By the time they had the final mark done, she was awake, fury took place of fear with in her eyes. The needle shook in its place, and with precision, aiming for a death strike.

Afterward, she was placed in a stone room, and went completely mad. Someone not knowing of magnetic abilities went near with a sheet of steel with food on it. It was time to eat and it wasn't much either. The man set the tray in the so called 'room', leaving it with her. Without a thought, Rogue lifted the tray and manipulated it's shape. When the man came back in, all that was seen was crimson. After leaving, all that was left behind was carnage.

A second wave came around.. This time it was Logan's.

She felt water all around her. Underwater. Pain. Horrible pain. Surgical knives cutting into her skin, if she could scream she would have. Something was sticking to her, it was not a pleasant feeling. She was then awake, in a tank of some sort. She tried opening her eyes, no luck. The liquid was too thick. She went back to sleep.

When she was awakened, it seemed as though hours had passed. Her eyes opening to a medical bay. She was dead center, seeing men in white lab coats. Some sipping coffee, some laughing at a joke. Her hearing picked up so many different things, even things she didn't need to hear. Angry, she tightened her fists. Only pain ensued. Blood filled the opaque substance. She screamed in the mask, only thing that came to mind was Escape. She pulled her fist back and swiped at the glass. She was completely nude, but that wasn't the problem. The task at hand was to kill. Her instincts kicked in and she attacked the closest person near her. Swiping upward, through the ribs to the skull, the man sunk with a dull thud. Various screams, her prey started running from her. Towards the exit. She remembered that she needed to get away, and so she made her way to a tunnel. How she got there, she didn't remember. Nor did she care. She started screaming at all the blood dripping from her fists, metal claws were burning. Reaching a door, she pushed it open into bright light.

This "light" actually being the light flowing into her room.

Rogue was beyond tossing by this point. Her body was drenched in sweat, but her nightmares still had more for her.

Fire. That's what she was surrounded by. It was consuming, welcoming, angry, peaceful. Her heart was burning wild. Her hands were aching for something to burn. It was growing, it was a constant need. It didn't start out that way. Life changed after that night.

She had been sitting there, watching TV with her older brother. Her father had yet to come home from work, so they were safe. It was a cartoon; she was good in school today and got to watch TV. When she does bad at school, she has to sit in her room all night without food. She had a lock outside her door, it wasn't safe.

The door slammed open, scaring her. Her brother, Jeremy, told her to run to her room and hide.

"I'm old enough! I can help you fight him!"

"No, you can't. You are too young. Now, run!"

Eventually, she ran. She shut her door, and hid under her bed. Then she heard the screams from her mother. Telling her father to stop hitting him. Her brother was being beaten, and she had to be the coward under the bed. The fight continued. A gasp was heard, then silence. Her mother broke down in tears, asking "What have you done?! He was only-" she heard her mother get slapped. Father was drunk. Very drunk. That was it, she couldn't take it anymore. She crawled out from her bed, and opened the door. Down the hall, she could see her brother. Down. Blood dripping, his eyes open. He wasn't breathing.

She ran at her father, attempting to hurt him. She failed as he slapped her. He then grabbed her by the neck and went outside. "No!" Only, he did not stop. Never did he, always winning. A small thought ran through Rogue's mind, Egotistical bastard. He lit the grill, flames becoming wild. She thought to herself, No, I won't die. I won't leave my mother here to live in pain! The flames erupted around her, attacking her father.

Soon enough, he was burned to death. Not a scrap remained of him. Her mother watched, eyes wide open. She screamed at her, calling her a monster. Rogue had only wanted to protect her mother, how was she a monster?

That's when the fire consumed her. It dissolved the dream, the memory in front of her. This was her, not him; John. The fire was burning hotter. It wanted to be used. It wanted to be free.
There was something in the back of her head. Something that was being held back. She raised a hand to a cage, it was a psyche. She had never seen something like that before. When her hand touched the gate, she couldn't let go. Her hand was in great pain. The cage was glowing, burning white-hot. Searing her hand, she could smell her flesh burning. It was burning through her skin, through her muscle, to her bone...then, it all stopped. Her hand was back to normal. The white being soon became a soothing healer. A hand reached out, taking her face and cradling it with it's palm. Leaning into the hand, she let it calm her entirely. White was now a deep, transparent violet. It was apparent that two flames were making that color. There was just an aura, it was recreating time. It was taking away her pain. When she finally welcomed it all, into it's trap, she felt her body temperature triple. She was screaming silently...
Rogue was awakened by her own screaming. She stopped abruptly. There was steam around her, she was still hot. Her comforter was now unbearable, as she kicked it off of her. Looking at the clock, it was only 10:00am. Hadn't she been asleep for longer? The images of pain were burned in her eyes forever. Like they were her own. Grabbing her head, she tried to shake them off. Without any luck, she sighed and went to her dresser. This year, she was thankful for having a single room. Especially with her abilities having returned to her. Now she only had to figure out how to not suck the life out of every living thing that touched her. Then she would be so happy. She would be even more happy if these... Memories didn't haunt her. Well, the memories were not as bad as the unwelcoming psyches. Those were the number one cause of her headaches.

Click.

Snap.
Speak of the devil. Now she knew what was making the noise made her look like an idiot yesterday, she could try to control herself.

Good luck. You can never get rid of me.

"You keep sayin' that, but you never win."

She could see his glare, but it turned into a smirk within seconds.

You're wrong there, Rogue. You have my itch, my need to burn. You can learn to control that anger, or you can let it destroy you.

"Hah. I don't think so. You can control fire, not me."

Wrong again. You have my memories, and you have me. You also have my essence. You have the fire.

She scoffed at him, he wasn't that threatening now. At the beginning he was screeching at her. Telling her to burn everything. She shouldn't be held down, fire was meant to be free. Not locked up in a cage. Not to be held by rules or regulations.
Sighing, she grabbed her clothes and made her way to the bathroom. To get to the bathroom, you needed to go out of your room, down the hall to the left, and to the first door on the right. It was open, so she went in and locked the door. As she did, she noticed scorch marks on her fingers.

Her pain was very much real.

No shit, idiot.

"Oh, and do ya know what it was? Huh? I don't hear anything from ya." Her accent slightly peeking through.

He slouches, and goes back to playing with his lighter. Doesn't give her an answer right away though.
She strips away her sweat-matted clothing, and turns the water on. She feels the temperature, not really getting that it's scorching hot. She feels it as normal temperature.

She feels him looking at her with caution, he knows there's something wrong now...

Hey. what are you doing? No, hey, listen to me. Don't- hey! Are you listening?

She stepped into the scolding hot water, automatically relaxing. Continuing her normal routine, definitely NOT noticing the steam as it left water droplets on the walls. It was over two hundred degrees. Her skin was turning red, yet she just shrugged. She was finished after ten minutes. Turning the water off, she reaches around the curtain for a towel she placed on a rack. Feeling soft material, she grabs it and wraps it around her red body. Rogue pulls the curtain to the side, stepping out.

-

At this time, Kitty was awake, and needed to get in the bathroom. She really wished that they had their own bathrooms, because there was usually someone in there for like a half an hour. She was just turning left, and saw steam coming out from under the door. She blinked several times, and walked up to the door. From the steam that was rolling in waves from under the door, it felt like a sauna! She knocked on the door then.
"Hey! Are you OK, I mean, it feels like you turned the bathroom into a sauna! Do you know how hot those things are? They're like really hot!"

Her speech didn't go to deaf ears, as Rogue opened the door, with a towel now around her shoulders, drying her hair off. She was dressed in black capris, and a light pink, short-sleeved shirt. Finally, she replies to the freaked-out Kitty.
"What are ya talkin' about? It's just fine in there. Oh, be careful not ta touch me." She stated nonchalantly, going right past Kitty who tried to talk to her further. When Rogue disappeared around the corner, she had to give up. Instead, she took a chance in walking into the hot room, and dealt with her business. "Ah damn. She used all the hot water.." She mumbled to herself.

-

She was returning to her room, leaving a hot, steamy trail behind her. She didn't notice that one of the younger students, Jerri, had to step away from her because her temperature was so hot.
John was standing there, in front of her mind. He had failed countless times to get her attention. She didn't even notice that her temperature was his normal temp. Her body wasn't use to it at all, so it was still red from the beating it took in the shower.

Hey. I know you can hear me, Rogue. Hello? Come on, you have to stop ignoring me! For once, I'm worried about you.

He stops himself, retracing his steps and tries that line again.

I worry about you a lot, I'm just sayin, right now, you really need to listen to me.

She gets into her room, and puts the towel over her chair that's pushed under her desk. Going over to her closet, she throws her dirty clothes into her laundry basket. Then, she meanders over to her dresser, picking up her brush to brush through her now dried hair.

"I've been listening. I just..."

Just what, huh? Do you want to die or something? You're not me, Rogue. You're body isn't built for that kind of torture.

"Funny. It didn't feel like torture to me."

Psyche John was about to give a retort, when a knock came on the door. She put down her brush, and walked over to the door, and opened it. She got a friendly visit from Hank, who looked worried. Her smile fell from her face.
"Mr. McCoy? What's wrong?"

"Rogue... You're red." He goes to put his hand on her skin, then remembers he can't. Instead, he pulled out a thermometer. Her eyes shoot straight to it, groaning.

"Mr.-" A small whine present in her voice.
"Call me Hank, Rogue. Jerri told me that you looked a little... Not well. So I had to come up to check. Now please, just take your temperature." She hesitantly takes it, and puts it in her mouth. About forty-five seconds later, it beeps and she hands it to him. She only expects the normal 98.6, but Hank's eyes say otherwise.

"What? Hank, what's wrong? What is it?"
"Come with me to the med-lab Rogue. Your temperature, it's off the charts!" Getting a confused look, he had to be blunt. "Rogue, you're running a high fever. You shouldn't be conscious right now." He handed her the thermometer and told her to get some shoes on. She looks at it and almost faints, but complies. She shuts her door, and follows after him. They walk right out of her room, straight a little bit, and took a left to the staircase. She notices, then, the discoloration of her skin; hissing yet still not feeling it.

In fact, she feels better than ever. A thought occurs to her, she had forgotten about her gloves! Crap. I knew I was missing something.

You're sick and all you're worried about is your gloves? Are you insane?

Without even noticing, she replies out loud. "No, I'm not insane."

Hank looks at her over his shoulder, an eye brow raised. She took notice and smiled sheepishly, saying it was nothing. "Sorry, Ah was talkin' to myself."

"Yes. Well, you will have some company down at the lab." She gives him another confused look, as in 'What do ya mean, company?'
They get down the hall, to the elevator. Once inside, Hank pushes the B2 button for the basement. It takes not even two minutes, and they are there. Exiting the small elevator, they turn right and head down to the big metal door. It opens, revealing a large room. She doesn't see this 'company' yet. Hank motions she go sit on the examination table.

"Ok... I know that my temp was beyond the norm, but Ah feel just fine." By then, her skin had returned to its normal tone.

The door opens again, but she doesn't hear it. Boots are making loud noises, yet she still doesn't pay attention. The person is less than two feet, and she STILL doesn't pay any attention. Hank turns to the person, nodding, and then resumes his talk to Rogue.

"You may be feeling normal, but that is not something normal for you." The person turns out to be John. He was sent here without knowing the reason. His hair still had remnants of blonde, and up in a way that makes it so he looks like he rolled out of bed.

"Ok, Mr. Fuzzy, why I am in here so early? And what's Rogue doin' here?" Said person jumps and whips her head at John.

"When did you get here?!" He looks at her like she's insane.

"I've been here for almost five minutes. You didn't hear me come in?" She shakes her head, 'no.' He scoffs, "Really? I was loud enough. So, you gonna answer my question, Blue?" Hank turns to him again.
"Jerri, one of the younger students, has informed me that Rogue has not been feeling well. More specifically, she was radiating abnormal heat." Rogue turns away from John, looking down at her hands instead. Hank continues, "Her temperature is over one hundred degrees, and yet she is telling me she is perfectly normal."
"But I am fahne! There ain't nothin' wrong wit meh Hank.." Her southern accent taking over her speech, returning to normal. "Sure.. I was red, But I'm fine now."

Hey... Look at me. What the hell happened to my hair? I like it. Hey, do me a favor, absorb me again. Haha

Rogue answers out loud, "No way in hell, you insane idiot! Gawd, don't you ever shut the fuck up?" Hank and John look at each other, obviously confused.

Hey now, simmer it down a bit. You're making myself look at you funny.

"Like Ah give a shit about how people look at meh. If ya would just be quiet for, oh say FOREVER! Things would be just peachy!" Again. The two men stare at each other.

"Uh. Rogue, who are you talking to?" John asks, really confused. She looks at him with wide eyes, then they go blank. He gets worried, and grabs onto her shoulders. "Rogue? Hey, what's wrong with you?" Before her powers can activate, she pushes him away.

"Are you insane?! Don't touch me!" She puts her arms protectively over her body, as if that would actually work.

John gets angry at her, and the temperature around him heightens. "What the fuck. I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with you god dammit. No need to bite my head off." His jaw is firm and his hands tightly fisted.
She looks at him with weary eyes, then just gives up. "Look, Ah'm sorry, ok? It's just that Ah... When I absorbed you, parts of your memories, powers, and you stayed behind."

He takes in what she just told him. His face having the look of 'huh' still plastered.

... Psyche John looks at himself through Rogues eyes. It's like looking into a mirror. Only it's so... Weird.

Why- Never mind. Just, never mind.

"Yeah, ya better just nevah mind." Rogue mumbled, looking to the wall. Hank was the only one that actually noticed the temperature difference. He finally spoke up.

"John, can you please cool it? It's getting unbearable in here!" John snaps out of his stupor, but doesn't cool down. He looks over at the girl, who was completely unaffected.

"Rogue. Hey, look at me." She looks at him, finally listening. "Aren't you hot?"

"Huh? What do ya mean John?"

He.. I mean me.. Is asking you why you aren't sweating. What is seriously wrong with... Something dawns on him, and he curses.

"What is it? Fuck what? Hey, answer me. Now is not the time for silence," She hops off the table, starting to walk around. Her shoes lay forgotten, foot prints leaving a steam trail. John's eyes redirect to the floor, taking note of this.
"You said... You absorbed my powers?" Looking at him from over her shoulder, she nods. Continuing her walk around the room. "That's not good."

No shit, fuckin' idiot. Took you long enough to figure that out. Rogue, I wasn't around when you were asleep, so I don't know what happened. I have an idea though.

Rogue stopped to listen to what Psyche John had to say.

Alright, I need you to concentrate on fire-

Chuckling, she looks at him with her mental eyes.

-It's not funny. I'm being completely serious. Just try it. 

He then starts to flick his lighter.

Click.

Snap.

Click.

Swoosh....

Snap.

She turned around and stalked towards John. He looked a bit unsettled, and stepped back. His lighter in his hand, oh that poor lighter. She stood with less than a foot between them, instantly grabbing his lighter and turning away.
"Hey! What the hell? Give that back!"

"Just. Wait. Ok? I'll give it right back, I promise."

"uh... Fine, but you better." He was confused. He hated being confused.

She clicked it open, and stared at the flame. She felt the memories of her previous dream, parts of John's memory. She felt the burn, and also the comfort. She remembered the cage, the fire that was different. She continued staring at the fire, opening the cage slowly.

Psyche John saw something in the deep reaches of her mind. Something big. He saw the cage she was getting into, and ran to close it before the entire being could come out.

Be careful! Control how much you let out, ok? You don't need to be overloaded with raw power. It'll kill ya.

She felt the fire, differently. She put her hand over it, controlling the flame. She closed the lighter, giving it back to John. The hand containing the flame was behind her back.

"What did you just-" His eyes went wide as she brought the flame in front of her. She made it grow a bit larger, then stared into it more. She made it break into two separate flames. "How are you doing that?" She still didn't answer, only concentrating harder.

You do not want to do that Rogue. You're not strong enough yet, stop that. Hey-Ugh. Should have known this was a bad idea. Now you've- Hey... What the? How'd you do that?

The fire changed into blue and pure red. She started to feel a strain, then finally snuffed out the small flames.

"Phew. That was hard to do." She looked over at Hank. "So, uh, 'Mr. Fuzzy',-" She used air quotations, "-can I go now? I would really like to get outta here. It's too cramped. Not fun. Hello? Are you listening?" She gets angry, probably from Psyche Pyro. The current Pyro however, is still going through what happened. Her power comes back, she tells him she has his memories, his powers, and 'him.' He didn't quite understand that part. Then she had to just take his lighter from him. He hates it when people even touch it. Then made fire. What the fuck happened when he was gone? Wait, what's going on now?

-

Ororo's office, one minute prior to Rogue getting pissy at Hank for not being fast enough to speak.

"Hello again, Kurt. How are you?" He smiles at her, and tells her that he's enjoying his stay so far. There was a crackling of sorts, and Storm kicks in. She picks up the com. device, "Storm here."
She hears talking in the background, sounding like Rogue... and John? "Yes. It's me, Hank. I think you may want to come down here." He mumbles something about needing a psychic, then continues. "We have a situation. Bring Logan."

Before she could ask, it went silent. Peering over at Kurt, she just smiles. "It seems there is something wrong. I heard Rogue-"

Kurt perks up at Rogues name, and speaks. "-Sorry for interrupting, but I need to speak to Rogue myself. She needs to know of Mystique." Storm only nods in agreement. They stand to leave, making their way down to the med-lab.
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