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Rogue's Kiss	By : Ramsey Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 5767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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7 long days had passed in the mansion following the return of something that looked like Rogue.
Beast�s medical journal:

Subject: Rogue
In the time that I, Henry �hank� �beast� McCoy have had to see to our recent returnee, Rogue, I have run every test I could think of short of an autopsy.

Although isn�t that what you do with dead people?

Her examination results have been the most baffling things I have ever encountered in my life and that includes puberty and had grown just a little more hair then was really normal.

Her blood testing showed that even though it can't be flowing since her heart never beats, that it was undoubtedly alive. White blood cells, those little soldiers against disease, have quintupled, while red blood cells were way down to the point of anemia. Right now her immunity puts Logan�s to shame.

Her skin is now pale all by itself without the aid of her normal make up. Her eyes have sensitivity for light that is beyond human. I am very sure the girl could now see in the dark very well now.

A CAT scan shows new brain activity in sections of the mind that are always dormant in another person. Rogue explained to me in hushed tones about the auras she sees. I believe that she is seeing some kind of visual telepathy that allows her to see other people�s emotions. What else could this girl see if she wanted?

What is this girl?
Beast paused here in his recording to look at the clock. He was dismayed yet unsurprised to see that it was three hours past dinnertime and he had not eaten in about 8 hours. He sighed and leaned back, realizing just how hungry he was. Hadn�t Edison starved himself because he could never tear himself away from his work? If it wasn�t for his fair wife bringing him food he might have died somewhere between the light bulb and phonograph.

A knock at the door pulled him out of his hunger-induced reverie.

�And suddenly there came a tapping�.� Beast mused before hailing them to come in.

Ororo Munroe swished in the door, wearing one of her long, loose dresses. In her hands she held a tray laden with food and drink. Beast had a sudden longer for that food that bordered on the erotic.

�Ah lovely, Edith! You save me from myself again,� Beast said before taking the heavy tray from Storm and digging into a rare steak with mounds of mashed potatoes.

Storm held back a giggle at seeing a blue monster tearing into a steak while holding his pinky finger out.

�And just who is Edith?� she asked while the steak disappeared.

�Just Thomas Edison�s lovely wife who saved him from his own obsessions,� Beast said around some spuds. He guessed that he could overlook this one slipup of his.

�Well, I would say that you both have something to obsess about,� Storm said looking over Beast�s notes.

Dinner already polished off he pushed the empty tray away. �Yes, I wish that him or Einstein was here with me to figure this out but it is only I to face this,� he sighed.

Storm nodded. She sympathized with this poor man. They could not just walk into a major medical institution and have them help Beast with the blood tests and electrographs. Not unless they wanted Rogue, maybe all of them, to be lab rats for the rest of their lives.

�What have you found out today?� she asked looking over medical readouts that might as well of been in German.

�Besides that she seems able to fly, can now seem to touch and seems to be dying?� Beast said sarcastically. He looked into the woman�s shocked eyes and regretted what he said.

�I�m sorry, Ororo. I am just so worried about her. I don�t know how she came back to us but she is fading fast. Her blood is breaking down, red blood cells dying faster all the time. She is lying down there in sub basement three slowly dying and I can�t do anything!� a huge blue fist slammed down onto the table, rattling pencil holders and medicines.

A gentle hand fell on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

�Beast you can not blame yourself. Some force brought her back to us and may decided to take her away again. We can only wait and see.� Storm said softly.

Beast gave a wry smile and said, �that sound very superstitious for you, Ororo.�

Returning the smile. �Somebody died and came back, Hank. Doesn�t that make you think that there is more to life then cells and blood types?�

�Sorry, Storm. I am a staunch atheist and not changing now. She came back by a scientific way and I�m not going to let her die again,� he said, and then changing the subject, �has she eaten at all today?�

Storm shook her head. �No, she still reacts badly to food but I sent down some juice with Evan for her.�
Evan Daniels rode the elevator down to basement level three. His body was buzzing with adrenaline and apprehension. This was his first time going down to see her. So far the only others were Kitty, Scott and Jean. All the others had been to confused or scared to go see her, Evan included.

The professor had all the students come into the living room the morning after all the ruckus had started and told them how somehow Rogue was back and alive but very weak. When all the questions started flying at him he had just hushed everyone and said that he knew as much as they did right now and would tell them when he found out.

So far they hadn�t heard anything except that she was very sensitive to light and had to live in the basement, away from all natural light since it hurt her.

�This is so fucked up!� Evan said as the elevator stopped and the door opened to the long hall and storage areas lining it. The lights were very dim and he had to actually search for the knob later.

He went to the fourth door on the left and knocked. �Yo, Rogue! You in there?�
Inside Rogue heard the knock but was too busy living in the world in her own world. The pain was now almost constant. Pain racked her body in dull waves of emptiness as if her whole body ached for something that she couldn�t describe. It had gradual gotten worse as the week past and food made her sick. She knew she was going die. She just wished she knew why?

The knock came again with the voice calling again.

�Yeah, come in.�

In her pain haze she could hear the sudden deepening of breath of the person outside and see a kind of yellow-orange dust sift under the door. A hand groped for a knob and tuned it to open the door.

There was Evan immersed in that sunset mist coming off him like steam. She supposed it was because he was scared. It wasn�t the first time she had seen it since she had returned.

He held a large bottle of orange juice in one hand, seeming to peer into the dark space that her bed was in.

�You there?� he asked

�Yeah, close the door.� It still amazed her how she could see so well in the dark and other couldn�t. It was like noticing that you were blind all your life and not knowing it.

Evan did close the door was some reluctance and there was a brief spark of fusia as he did. �Wonder what that was?� she mused in her haze. Machismo maybe? A more serious rack hit her and she groaned.

�Are you all right?� Evan asked.

�Everyone asks me that,� she answered, curled up in a ball.

�Just worried I guess,� Evan mumbled, stepping forward into the nearly total dark and seeing some dark shadow lying on the bed that was moved down her.

�Yall can stop. I�ll be gone again soon,� she murmured.

The blast of yellow with grass green was quite beautiful in his mist. �What the fuck do you mean by that?�

�Ah�m dying, Ev. That�s what.� She said simply.

Evan quickly stumbled his way to the bed and kneeled by it, fumbling for a hand in the dark. When his hand touched the cold, smooth, naked skin he flinched back.

�Its okay,� she whispered into the dark.� That one touch had woken her up out of her daze and wired her nerves. Suddenly she could smell him so well. Everything from the soap he used to something that smelled faintly metallic but wonderful still. When the hand took hers again she reached down and pressed her lips against the rough skin. It had taken many falls off a skateboard but it was still wonderful. Such sensations from just another person. The feel of his skin on hers. The mind bending taste when she flicked out her tongue.

Evan�s breath caught in his throat and wouldn�t pass the lump that was lodged there. The skin tingled with electric shocks as Rogue kissed and licked the back of his hand. He noticed his cock stiffening quickly in his shorts.

Out of the dark an almost glowingly white hand glided over his cheek, wondering at his skin before clasping the back of his head to pull him forward.

Rogue pulled Evan�s head to hers, drunk on touch and taste of another�s skin. Death was so close to her, time to live she thought.

Can touch have sound? The first contact of lips to lips was like a sonic boom in her head, making her nearly explode by just this little touch. His scent invaded her nostrils and hit her brain with the force of a nuclear device. Blowing away everything in its path. The pain and confusion fell before it.

Strength seemed to flood her body again. She slid off the bed and fell right onto Evan on the floor. He moaned in surprise but let her take him down in the dark room.

She couldn�t get enough of him. Her mouth was everywhere, tasting his neck, eyes, hair, neck and teeth. Her hands found every part of him she could, playing with erect nipples and rippled stomach. A cool hand slid into his shorts and found him hard and ready to burst, such heat nearly burned her icy hand but she grasped it and stroked it happily.

Suddenly he tasted so much better to her as she stroked him, his passion flaming in her hand and her own center dewing over when his own hand found its way up her skirt and felt her kinky hair and only part of her that was hot.

When her button was touched her very soul seemed to break out of her body and shatter everything. Dimly she was aware that two teeth in the roof of her mouth started to lengthen and sharpen.

She felt the hot cock in her hand pulse harder and burst in her hand and that metallic and wonderful scent hit her. Her head fell down onto him, fangs bared. They sank into Evan Daniels neck at the peak of his orgasm and she began to drink.

The body under her flopped and fought but being starved for all of her new life had made her hunger to great and she took her fill before he had even finally stopped fighting and just stopped.

Rogue�s head flew up, chin smeared and white teeth crimson, screamed into the room. The power she felt was nearly unendurable when it surged through her. She looked back down at Evan in confusion for a second at what she had done.

When she let herself see, she screamed again.
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