Rogue's Kiss
Parting
It had taken her three hours of sitting up here to finally really come to terms with what she had done. She could finally totally accept that she had killed Spyke, drained him of not only his blood but also his powers and maybe even his very soul. She could feel him locked away in his prison far into the black depth where she kept all errant thoughts and feelings. Everyone called her the ice queen for being so shut down. Well, let them have someone else’s random thoughts flood their minds and then they can talk!
Rogue took a deep breath and got back on track. Spyke’s death was and was not her fault. She did kill him but she didn’t know why and until she was sure why she did she couldn’t come to a real decision on what to do. She couldn’t go back to the mansion until she knew. Was she a real life vampire?
She remembered that girl at the Goth club, with the long red hair and pale face. When she had touched Rogue she had just short-circuited and almost pounced on her. She couldn’t deal with the lesbian aspect yet, that could wait. What she needed to do was find that girl. The one who had killed her and made her what she was. Was she maybe some kind of mutant with a really fucked up power? Rogue stilled the tide of question and concentrated on the problem of finding her, this girl….
The sky suddenly filled with clouds and a great storm broke out. Rogue closed her eyes and said, “I’m so sorry, Ororo…”
Storm’s flight down the hall to the elevator seemed to be in slow motion even though she knew she was running as fast as she could. It seemed the frantic and somber words given to her only seconds before rolled through her head a thousand times. Kurt crying and screaming “she killed him! She killed him!” The Professor saying that something had happened to Evan. She hadn’t waited for the rest.
The elevator seemed to take years to go down the three floors.
When she came out of the elevator a gale force wind comes with her. It breaks down the steel door as if it was straw and she stands in the doorway, seeing her nephew in the light from the hall. Ororo Munroe looked down at his still form, her bare feet pattering loudly in the quiet room, kneeling down beside Evan.
“No…Evan?…no…please wake up…” she crooned, a sick smile falling on her lips as she took his head into her lap, stroking his hair and gray, lifeless face. Milky white teardrops fell form her eyes onto his face and soaking into his hair.
“Please, Evan…you cant die…your aunty needs you…please…” her voice cracked completely. A rending wail of pain broke the quiet in the small room. With it a storm to match her heartache blanketed the Bayville area. Fat teardrops fell from the sky and the clouds broke the air with rolling thunder. Bright lightening flashed out of the sky to scar the earth in imagined vengeance for the wounded weather goddess.
The great storm shook the entire house as Charles Xavier rode down the elevator. The houses power system would keep it moving for him but he dreaded what he would find in the basement. Even down here he could feel the sudden storm crashing against the house. The door slid open and he wheeled out. When he reached the room he saw the weather goddess’s trembling back. Her sobs seemed to echo so loudly.
He rolled into the room in silent wheel and laid his hand on her slender shoulder.
“Why, Charles, why?” she asked still stroking Evan’s head.
“I don’t know but be rest assured that I will find out. I’m so very sorry,” the Professor said.
“She has to die, Charles. Rogue has to die,” Ororo said quietly, her sobs evaporating and calm reigning once again.
“Now, Ororo…” he started, trying to reason.
“I know what you will say, Charles,” Storm said, finally resting his head back on the ground. “But she is no longer a harmless child anymore. She is a demon from another place. She killed my blood and she will die for it.”
“Ororo, please, listen. You can’t just decide to kill her. We don’t know what happened here. She is lost out there probably fearing people will want to do what you just said.”
“As well she should be,” she said standing to her full 6 feet, eyes blazing. “I will find her. I will hunt her down. And I will take her head. You will either help me bring her down before she harms others or I will go it alone. If I do then I am never coming back. You will have betrayed me.”
“Storm,” Xavier pleaded. “You can not take the law into your own hands. That is against everything that we teach here. You cant just decide to break the law because your feeling pain. Please don’t do this, I need you here.”
“And I was here when you needed me, Charles,” Ororo said, turning her back and heading out the door. “But obviously you wont be there in my time of need. Good bye, Charles.”
Ororo Munroe left the Xavier Institute, never to return.
As the storm raged, great guilt took Rogue. She needed to find this girl, Merci but where? The club? Good a place as any.
Rogue tilted over and simple fell off her perch, slowing her decent until she was floating. She almost landed but then rose higher into the air and simply flew through the tempest’s might, feeling very free indeed.