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Torment	By : GreenRogue Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning the mansion was abuzz with activity. The younger students were zooming up and down the halls cleaning every visible inch of the place while the older students put the final touches on the Christmas decorations. After much persuasion (and begging), the professor finally consented to having a holiday party in the mansion. The students that stayed were allowed to invite their family and two friends, at the professor's discretion of course. Invites had flurried around Bayville High and many students accepted despite the growing mutant bigotry.
For the moment, Rogue slept blissfully unaware of the flurried activity around her. Her dreams were peaceful for once and her body was content to sleep the day away. She was dancing in a large ballroom, her heavily embroidered gown swayed with her feet and the handsome stranger led her gracefully across the room. She smiled and closed her eyes letting her prince lead. He held her close and tightly gripped her waist, she felt safe in his arms.
'My darling beauty. You move like an angel, I wish I could hold you like this forever… my Anna Marie…' Rogue jerked back and awake at the same moment. She scanned her room with wide, terrified eyes as the steady baritone voice echoed in her mind. She swung her bare feet off of her bed and hurried to her door. Opening it quickly, she started to rush out in to the hall but stopped abruptly before colliding into Kitty.
"Rogue! Like there you are, we like, thought you were going to miss breakfast." Her brown eyes did a once over of Rogue, and for the first time she realized she was stripped to her underwear and tank top.
'When did I'ah get undressed?' She went back to her bed and pulled on her pants from yesterday and grabbed a green sweatshirt from her dresser. Kitty followed her into the room and plopped down on her bed and watched Rogue get dressed.
"So like, where were you last night? We like, waited for you to get back from your shopping to watch movies." Rogue fought to keep from rolling her eyes, the amount of waiting they did must have tallied to minutes. Pulling on her gloves, she bent to lace up her boots.
"Sorry Kitty, I'ah must have lost track of time and was exhausted when I'ah got back. Hey do you know where the Professah is at?" Kitty scrunched her face for a moment before getting up to inspect her hair in her vanity.
"You know I was like, just asking. Come find me if you like, feel up to talking later." Rogue sat stunned with one boot partly laced. She watched as Kitty made one of those ridiculous duck faces in the mirror, then phased through the wall and out of the room. Rogue sat for another moment before shaking her head and finished lacing her boot.
'What was that all about?' The rolling mass in her mind snickered at her confusion and started to taunt her.
'She can see, she knows… your pathetic.' Rogue gritted her teeth at the insults and pushed back against them trying to clear her mind.
'Professah, Professah I need your help' Rogue waited a moment and when she received no response she tried again. 'Professah please, it's really important. The voices aren't… I can't control them anymore, I can't keep them back and I'm afraid of-'
'Rogue…' She sighed with relief as she left her room and made her way to the library where she could feel the Professor currently was. 'Rogue, I'm afraid I don't have time to assist you right now. I'll get back to you when I have the time.' Rogue stopped short of walking through the open door to the library. Her eyes stung slightly and she blinked rapidly to clear her vision.
'A-alright Professah… I'll be here.' She didn't receive a response, instead, laughter came trickling up from the back of the library and against her better judgment, Rogue stole a look through the stacks.
The professor sat with his back to her and across from him sat Scott and Jean. There was some sort of board game between them and they were laughing at something Scott had just said. The stinging in her eyes came back and she swiftly retreated before the Professor could sense her.
'I'ah guess the holidays should be spent with people you lahke.' The voices crowded around her thoughts, their growing noise bringing on another headache. She held her head in her hand as she went down a side staircase to the kitchen. The bottle of aspirin and a cup of coffee had her name on it, and she needed it desperately. Just before reaching the doorway she slowed at the sound of voices from inside the kitchen.
"She like, is totally being such a bitch right now. She totally lied to my face, it's not like we're forcing her to hang with us." Kitty's voice carried through the room to Rogue's stinging ears. For the third time that morning, her eyes stung and she bit her lip trying to stay quiet.
"Ja, she wouldn't even let me join her on her trip. She does have the bah humbugs lately." She could picture Kurt sitting on the counter, his blue tail weaving back and forth in agitation. "I thought sisters were supposed to be nicer on the holidays." Rogue turned to leave, the stinging grew to a burning.
'I'ah didn't mean tah hurt your feelin's… I'ah just needed tah be alone fer awhile.'
'That's like, always your excuse.' Shadowcat's face filled her mind pushing against her boundaries.
'It's not lahke, my intention.' Rogue countered snidely. Shadowcat laughed and Rogue felt herself sink through the floor. She hid her face in her hands allowing a few precious tears to escape. 'I'ah can't keep going lahke this. It'll be jus' lahke that concert again.' Memories of that night rose unbidden and she was assaulted again by the people she absorbed after her sleeve had ripped. Scared and angry voices clouded her mind, once she felt her feet land on solid ground, she fell to her knees and screamed. Clutching the sides of her head she rocked back and forth, swaying and breathing harshly under the assault. Opening her eyes for a moment she saw she was in a darkened danger room. She closed her eyes again and let out another whimper as the screaming continued.
'Anna…' Against the din she could feel an opposing force, he, she, IT, was pushing against the mob. 'Anna…' A door appeared in her mind, the dark masses were struggling to make it through, their dark faces morphing into ugly demons that clawed and hissed at her. The door seemed to quiver, as if struggling to close. Rogue reached with her mind slamming against it with all her will. The door closed with a bang and instantly all was quiet. Rogue kneeled for several moments, barely daring to move. Her ragged breath echoed in the giant space around her.
'Anna… stand up.' She stood at the soft command and instantly the lights in the control room flickered on. She pushed herself against the wall tightly, preying she wouldn't be seen. The machines inside the walls whirled to life and the stainless steel room shimmered and changed.
Before her was a calm lake, its waters rippling in a soft breeze under a pale full moon. Willow branches swayed and tickled her face. On the lake was a small row boat with a dark figure standing in the middle of the boat. Rogue walked tentatively to the edge of the lake and squinted her eyes trying to make out the person in the simulation.
'My Anna Marie…' Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened as the strong male voice echoed in her mind.
'Wh-who are you? How do you know mah name?' The dark figure seemed to slowly fade into the background. Rogue struggled to see him clearly. 'Wait! How did you make them stop? Please, wait!'
'I'll show you my Anna Marie… soon, I'll show you.' The simulation seemed to power down as she felt the calming presence disappear from her mind. The door was gone and once again she winced at the crowded noises that threatened her senses. Moaning she rubbed her temple making her way to the door when a voice over the loud speaker stopped her cold.
"Rogue, child why are you in the danger room by yourself?" Rogue looked up at the control deck and saw Magneto staring down at her.
'How long has he been there?' Rogue felt a slight tremor of fear roll down her back and she clenched her hands at her sides to hide the shaking.
"I'ah was lookin' for some privacy and quiet. I'll get out of your way." Rogue hurried to the side door hoping to avoid further conversations. She had enough conversations for the day. Before she could reach the metal door the room shimmered and changed to the inside of a temple. Rogue took a step back and felt her anger start to simmer, the voices inside moaned and writhed at the familiar scene. She turned to glare at the floating figure and crossed her arms across her chest.
"I'ahm not really up to a trip down memory lane. You wanna practice losin' that's your choice." He hovered for a moment a few feet off of the ground before sighing and taking his helmet off. Rogue watched him land on they simulated dusty floor and fought the flips in her stomach. His white hair stood in stark contrast to the red uniform he favored. His blue eyes pierced her greens ones with such intensity that Rogue fought to keep from fidgeting under his gaze.
"Rogue, I wanted to talk to you about what happened…" She rolled her eyes and started to walk down one of the dusty halls of the temple.
"What about it? Want to know how I'ah did it? Why I haven't told the Professah? Want to know what kind of danger you’re in?"
"Actually," he interrupted, "I wanted to make sure you were alright. In the aftermath I know things have gotten distracting and, well, messy." She stopped for a moment and his steps stopped with her. She glances at him from behind her fallen bangs.
'I'ah really need a hair cut.' She mused. After a moment when she still did not respond to him, Magneto sighed and stepped around to face her. Before she could react he placed a hand on her bare shoulder and pulled her closer to his chest. She froze against his warmth, her heart was ramming against her chest. His hand massaged her shoulder gently trying to get her to relax.
"Rogue, I'm not here to attack you dear girl. I'm here to help you, I know you don't know me but I know you. There are things you haven't faced yet and I am here to help you through it." He seemed to wait for a moment before steering her with him further down the dark hall. At the end, Rogue could make out a large doorway and through it…
"NO!" She broke from his strangely comforting spell and took a few steps back. "Ya'll think you can get me to go back there then ya'll are mental!" She evaded his grasp and started to run down the way they came. The floor beneath her feet shimmered and again she was facing the doorway with Magneto right behind her.
Anger getting the better of her, she turned and tried to punch him in the stomach. He grabbed her wrist easily and spun her around, twisting her arm behind her back. Holding her close to his chest with his other arm over her shoulders, he started to guide them through the door. Rogue fought against him, curse words fell from her mouth but he did not slow. Rogue watched as a metal pyramid materialized in front of them. Rogue began to panic and her breath quickened.
"Rogue, you must trust me. You must face your demons or they will haunt you forever." Magneto's voice did little to calm her nerves, reaching in her panic she parted the masses inside and grabbed Nightcrawler. Concentrating profusely she felt her ears pop and in the next moment she dropped to her bruised knees in the control room. The smell of sulfur made her wretch and vomit. Gagging on the floor, the console powered itself off and Rogue felt a cool hand on the nape of her neck. She jerked out of his touch and pulled herself up by an observation chair. She put her head between her knees and took a few deep breaths.
Against her better judgment she glanced up and saw that Magneto was sitting across from her, his elbows rested on his legs watching her. He seemed… worried. Standing on shaky legs Rogue made her way to the door pointedly ignoring him.
"Rogue… Rogue you'll have to face it eventually." She turned on him then, her angry eyes glowing slightly in the dimness.
"No, I'ah really don't. I spend my waking tahme fightin' you and the others, an' my nightmares are busy with your reject memories. I'ah can't face anything of mahne because there is too much of, of otherness! Tell me Magneto, do you still dream of Auschwitz?" Rogue's shoulders shook with rage, her cheeks burned red from shame and embarrassment but it was too late to take it back now. Magneto seemed startled by her outburst and didn't respond right away. He opened his mouth hesitantly and Rogue dreaded his response when a light mental tapping made him stop.
'Would the teachers and students please join me at the main entryway’? The Professor's voice grated against her fragile nerves but they gave her the escape she needed. Rushing to the other side of the room she flung the door open and ran into the hall. Rogue was torn for a moment between taking the stairs and the elevator, although the thought of being trapped in a metal box was not appealing at the moment, neither was the thought of climbing ten flights of stairs.
She heard Nightcrawler snicker just inside her defenses and suddenly her ears popped again and she was waving away a cloud of smoke. Blinking her watery eyes, she found herself on the second story landing. The rest of the in house students and staff were on the ground floor surrounding Xavier next to the tree. She leaned against the railing to study a smaller figure standing just behind his chair in the shadow of the tree.
"Thank you all for coming so promptly. I would like to introduce a new student to our home." He paused for a moment to usher forward the young boy from the shadows. When he started to shuffle forward, the voices inside began to moan and scream.
'Away, go away, leave…' Rogue winced and stood straight rubbing her temple. She stared at the boy intently as he came into view. He looked maybe 15, a small 15 year old. His jet black hair stood in stark contrast to his pale face. His heavy hooded eyes surveyed the teens around him.
"Everyone, this is Nathaniel Essex. He'll be with us for a few months, so please make him feel welcome." The people below started to crowd around him offering handshakes and salutations. Rogue watched him for a moment; the voices wailed and cried bringing her headache to a rumbling migraine. She started to retreat to the darkened hallway when Nathaniel looked up and his eyes met hers. Her body stood frozen for a moment, a high pitched wailing started in the back of her mind that reminded her of a dying deer. Her chest started to feel heavy and she almost started to panic, but as soon as the feeling came it was gone again. Rogue groaned and rubbed her temples again trying to wish away the pain.
'What was that?'
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