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Paid in Blood	By : Wiccamage Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This is the last chapter I have previously written. All others may take a while to upload/update. You have been warned...

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It took another two days before Wolverine finally dragged himself through the front door.
“Logan!” Scott yelled as their leader stormed into the mansion nine days after Kitty and Rogue had been attacked. “What the hell?! Where have you been?!   You’re supposed to be the leader and you take off for over a week with no word to anyone!? What’s wrong with you?!?”
Scott was advancing furiously on the older man, who simply held up a hand in a “not now” gesture.
Typically that type of behavior would not deter Cyclops in the slightest, but it was at that moment the former team leader noticed Wolverine’s atrocious appearance – and smell.   His clothes were singed, muddy and frayed around the ankles, arms and parts of the torso, and he reeked of all manner of bodily odors.
Taking a step back, Scott wisely allowed Wolverine to pass by toward the elevators, hesitating only a moment when the stout Canadian pressed the down button.
“Tell me you got ‘em at least,” the young man finally whispered.
Logan took a long, shaky breath and promptly put his fist through the wall.
“I couldn’t pick up a damn thing,” his voice shook with barely contained fury as he admitted his defeat. “I hung around that place for six damn days trying to find ANYTHING that would give me a clue and I got nothin.’”
Cyclops sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “What about the other three days?” he asked as light-heartedly as he could.
“Got hit by lightning… Couple a times.” Wolverine turned toward Scott’s direction without making eye contact. “There been any change?”
“She only woke up two days ago,” Cyclops sighed. “Storm and Jean have been keeping watch – no one else has been allowed in to see her yet. Jean said she won’t speak, and her powers still haven’t come back.”
A strangled growl escaped Wolverine’s throat as he balled up his fists. The elevator opened and Wolverine slowly stepped inside. “I was gonna take a shower and go see her, but… You wanna join me for a Level 10 instead?”
Scott gave a sad smile, but nodded. “Sure, but I’m takin’ the stairs,” he called as he headed for the basement. “’Cause you stink - bad.”
Wolverine chuckled a bit as the doors closed behind him.
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Ten days.
Ten. Days.
Ten agonizing, horrendous, drug addled, torturous days since “IT” happened…
She knew this because she was constantly listening to conversations that were carried on just down the hall from her room.   There was always someone trying to see if they could say hello or bring her flowers or something.    But Jean or Storm always stopped them well before they could reach her and see the sorry state she was in.
The only people she had even seen since she’d awoken three days ago were Jean and Storm, and that suited her just fine.   Rogue knew that there was no reason to be nervous or afraid of the other X-Men, but she hated that they knew – they KNEW what she’d been through – and that pity would be written all over their faces when they visited. Just like it still was evident on Jean’s face every time the telepath entered the room.
Storm was the only person she could tolerate right now. At least the weather witch still treated her like a person and didn’t try to make small talk when she was very obviously NOT in the mood to speak. So instead, she listened as one of the two women would talk quietly to potential visitors and sympathetically shoo them away.
Their responses were always the same.
“She’s not up to visitors yet… She really needs her rest right now…. She’s getting stronger every day… I’m sure she’ll love the flowers/chocolates/teddy bear/etc…”
Rogue was a little surprised that no one had asked how she was dealing with… IT … though. Sure, they had all asked how her wounds were healing and if she could move her shoulders yet; if she’d be up and about soon – but no one had asked about … IT.
The only people she had even heard mention anything related to IT was Beast, Storm and Jean.   Beast had asked about how her sutures were healing while Jean and Storm had discussed her possible physical therapy treatments.
What she was most surprised to hear, however, was that they still had no clues as to her attackers. The whole subject made her sick enough that she would frantically push the call button every time it was mentioned, but the few snippets she’d gathered told her they knew next to nothing about the men save that there were two of them – one big, one small.
On one hand, she was grateful.   If they didn’t know their identities, then they would never know the full details of what had happened. There would be no trials, no facing her attackers and no reason she’d have to relive it all.
On the other hand… she would always worry about them coming back for her. She would always be afraid that they would want to send a stronger message by finishing the job – or worse yet, coming after another of her teammates.
Kitty had narrowly avoided Rogue’s fate when the men had abandoned the small girl at the last minute. Rogue had the advantage of using her powers to absorb Logan’s healing ability – provided her powers ever came back – but Kitty would have had to live with the physical scars and reminders for the rest of her life. That is, if the petite brunette could have survived such an attack.
God knew SHE barely was…
Taking a deep breath, Rogue winced as a stabbing pain shot through her ribs.   Storm had explained the extent of her many injuries, but the searing pain throughout so much of her body was explanation enough.
With the aid of the electronically adjustable hospital bed, Rogue slowly sat up a little. She flexed her toes and ankles, rolling them around to test her pain levels. So far so good. Her right ankle still twinged with pain, but at least it wasn’t broken.
Next she wiggled her fingers, splaying them wide before making a few weak fists. Testing her elbows and arms, she did a few makeshift arm curls to find that while they were still sore from being in such an awkward position for so long, they were relatively unharmed.
Wincing slightly, she then rolled her shoulders forward and back a few times before slowly checking her full range of motion. Experimenting with just one arm at a time, she lifted them up, over and sideways, noting a few small clicks and pops that had never been present before.
Momentarily satisfied, Rogue carefully lifted both hands over her head, taking the opportunity to stretch out her tender and underused muscles.
She took a deep, relaxing breath and gasped as her ribs protested loudly. Her whole body reacted reflexively, drawing in on itself. The sudden jerking movements, however, put unnecessary pressure on her lower extremities and Rogue instantly doubled over in pain.
Her arms instantly wrapped around her aching abdomen and she had to bite her lip from crying out. With a few small, steady breaths, the Southerner slowly forced her body to relax and tried to will the pain away. When that didn’t work, she instead reached over and depressed the IV button to deliver more morphine.
Within a few minutes, the drug had kicked in, her pain had subsided, and Rogue felt herself slowly drifting back into peaceful blackness.
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Hope the story has been enjoyable so far. Well, entertaining at least... I'm hoping to update chapters again soon, but I have other stories on FFN that need my attention first (Different Kind of Christmas). The introduction of Rogue's "savior" will be soon enough and I'm hoping my characterization of him sticks to that of the series.
See you soon!
Love & Light,
Wiccamage
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