Wicked Game
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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23
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Category:
X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
8,306
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Solitary Prelude
DISCLAIMER: (wish I did but) I don't own any of the x-men (just my own made up ones) they belong to Stan Lee, Marvel Entertainment and 20th Century Fox.
As for Jean Grey/Phoenix ... a friendly warning: can't say I'm a fan of that character, so don't get on my case if you like her and you're gonna read this story. Sorry *s* (got absolutetly nothing against Famke Janssen - the actress, she's great).
Thanx to some absolutely wonderful Rogue/Logan sites out there for inspiration and fab fanfic stories (www.wolverineandrogue.com, www.loganandmarie.com and http://roganforever.com) Keep up the good work!
SOLITARY PRELUDE
She never meant for anyone to notice her sneaking through the darkened mansion, or at least the parts of it that were. There was no sound except for the soft noise made by her bare feet as she hurried down the hall, and left the door to her room unlocked. She had meant to return and tuck herself safely into bed after that quick breath of fresh air she just longed for. Yeah, fresh air and the soft breeze she could hear rustling through the leaves outside. No trouble falling asleep though, but the trick was to stay that way, to drift further and further into dreamland. To let go completely. But letting go … no she couldn’t do that.
Stopping for a sec in the doorway, she closed her eyes and just inhaled, filled herself with the sweet scent of the night. The air was heavy with that flowery scent she loved – there was something liberating about it. It made her smile. She closed the heavy wooden door, and stepped out on the porch. A quick glance over the shoulder told her that at least someone else was awake in the building, she was betting more than one though, seeing as the heat was making it even harder for her to sleep that it had to affect others as well. It was in the middle of the night, and several hours remained until sunrise. She didn’t know what time it was, and didn’t care. For the moment she didn’t give a damn about that, she had enough of it as it was … so definitely not lacking hours to fill with something meaningful. If she’d had anything worth doing. They told her she was creative, every day she had to listen to them telling her that. You can be anything you want to be dear, you just have to have some faith in yourself. You have to believe. You have to have the courage to believe. Courage. Strength. Fuck that, she’d told herself, they were asking too much of her, impossible things, questions that had no answers and even if they did, she had long forgotten them. If she hadn’t that would’ve been the end of her sanity, a sanity that hardly existed anyway. But for now she could breathe, she felt alive as she crossed the gravel walk, and sensed the sharp pain that was stinging her bare feet. It had to hurt, she wanted it, needed it for the other pain to go away. It felt good. It was real. It made her real, almost like everyone else. Not that she was unreal, it just made her feel a little bit less freaky. How she wanted to be different, different and not ‘creative’. Being stuck with that ‘creative’ ability. She hated it.
As she ran across the huge lawn, she managed to smile to herself. Please let me have this moment … Slowing down only as she entered the surrounding woods, she kept a steady pace even though she knew where to put her feet down so not to trip or fall. The path was narrow but fairly easy to follow, as her night vision got better by the minute, all that was needed was the ghostly light of the full moon. The world was all grey and black and white in different shades. Dead and yet alive.
The path opened up into a huge clearing, moonbeams sparkled in the water as she stopped, panting, and just looked at it. There was a pond in the middle, surrounded by willow. Water lilies floated on the glassy surface – it was the perfect image of serenity, breathtaking, soothing. She took a moment before she stepped out in the clearing, and walked towards the pond. Finally able to sit down she let out a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding. It released something inside her, made her eyes sting so hard she had to brace herself from falling. It rippled through her body, and slowly made its way, forcing itself through her mouth and made her whimper. It hurt and flowed over her skin, increased the pain even more. She wanted to weep, she thought she did but wasn’t sure – sweat covered her face and body that she really couldn’t tell. Or maybe, she didn’t care.
Through her tangled emotions she suddenly felt and heard the presence of someone approaching. Probably Bobby, she thought, but didn’t raise her head to look. It really didn’t matter, at least she knew it wasn’t the blue bitch or her master. As soon as she heard the voice though, low and collected but with a touch of something she couldn’t put her finger on, she knew. He sounded somewhat … irritated? No, not quite that. More like he didn't approve of her being there.
As for Jean Grey/Phoenix ... a friendly warning: can't say I'm a fan of that character, so don't get on my case if you like her and you're gonna read this story. Sorry *s* (got absolutetly nothing against Famke Janssen - the actress, she's great).
Thanx to some absolutely wonderful Rogue/Logan sites out there for inspiration and fab fanfic stories (www.wolverineandrogue.com, www.loganandmarie.com and http://roganforever.com) Keep up the good work!
SOLITARY PRELUDE
She never meant for anyone to notice her sneaking through the darkened mansion, or at least the parts of it that were. There was no sound except for the soft noise made by her bare feet as she hurried down the hall, and left the door to her room unlocked. She had meant to return and tuck herself safely into bed after that quick breath of fresh air she just longed for. Yeah, fresh air and the soft breeze she could hear rustling through the leaves outside. No trouble falling asleep though, but the trick was to stay that way, to drift further and further into dreamland. To let go completely. But letting go … no she couldn’t do that.
Stopping for a sec in the doorway, she closed her eyes and just inhaled, filled herself with the sweet scent of the night. The air was heavy with that flowery scent she loved – there was something liberating about it. It made her smile. She closed the heavy wooden door, and stepped out on the porch. A quick glance over the shoulder told her that at least someone else was awake in the building, she was betting more than one though, seeing as the heat was making it even harder for her to sleep that it had to affect others as well. It was in the middle of the night, and several hours remained until sunrise. She didn’t know what time it was, and didn’t care. For the moment she didn’t give a damn about that, she had enough of it as it was … so definitely not lacking hours to fill with something meaningful. If she’d had anything worth doing. They told her she was creative, every day she had to listen to them telling her that. You can be anything you want to be dear, you just have to have some faith in yourself. You have to believe. You have to have the courage to believe. Courage. Strength. Fuck that, she’d told herself, they were asking too much of her, impossible things, questions that had no answers and even if they did, she had long forgotten them. If she hadn’t that would’ve been the end of her sanity, a sanity that hardly existed anyway. But for now she could breathe, she felt alive as she crossed the gravel walk, and sensed the sharp pain that was stinging her bare feet. It had to hurt, she wanted it, needed it for the other pain to go away. It felt good. It was real. It made her real, almost like everyone else. Not that she was unreal, it just made her feel a little bit less freaky. How she wanted to be different, different and not ‘creative’. Being stuck with that ‘creative’ ability. She hated it.
As she ran across the huge lawn, she managed to smile to herself. Please let me have this moment … Slowing down only as she entered the surrounding woods, she kept a steady pace even though she knew where to put her feet down so not to trip or fall. The path was narrow but fairly easy to follow, as her night vision got better by the minute, all that was needed was the ghostly light of the full moon. The world was all grey and black and white in different shades. Dead and yet alive.
The path opened up into a huge clearing, moonbeams sparkled in the water as she stopped, panting, and just looked at it. There was a pond in the middle, surrounded by willow. Water lilies floated on the glassy surface – it was the perfect image of serenity, breathtaking, soothing. She took a moment before she stepped out in the clearing, and walked towards the pond. Finally able to sit down she let out a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding. It released something inside her, made her eyes sting so hard she had to brace herself from falling. It rippled through her body, and slowly made its way, forcing itself through her mouth and made her whimper. It hurt and flowed over her skin, increased the pain even more. She wanted to weep, she thought she did but wasn’t sure – sweat covered her face and body that she really couldn’t tell. Or maybe, she didn’t care.
Through her tangled emotions she suddenly felt and heard the presence of someone approaching. Probably Bobby, she thought, but didn’t raise her head to look. It really didn’t matter, at least she knew it wasn’t the blue bitch or her master. As soon as she heard the voice though, low and collected but with a touch of something she couldn’t put her finger on, she knew. He sounded somewhat … irritated? No, not quite that. More like he didn't approve of her being there.