The Cure [My Story]
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X-Men: (All Movies) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,847
Reviews:
8
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.
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own Rogue, or any of the X-Men Characters. They are all propery of MARVEL Enterprises. But I love them so much I"m doing them the honor of using their characters in my fanfics!
One
It was just a week after Rogue had taken the cure, and she found that although it seemed to her at the time the best option; going back to Mississippi wasn’t the best thing to do. Her parents wouldn’t even recognize her as their own daughter… She could still remember walking up those old creaking porch steps.
“Marie?” They would ask “We don’t know, no Marie.” And it was her own mother lying straight to her face. So she lifted her hood back up over her head, her brown tresses longer then they had been since she had last been home, grazing a bit past her breasts now, and she had filled out more as well, fuller lips, a bigger ass too… But she used them to her advantage, especially when hitch hiking, she could really get those guys going sometimes… And once they touched her skin they dropped choking, gasping for air, while she tried to regain her composure from the drunkenness she would more than occasionally absorb.
And now she sat on her bed, staring out the window, from her distance, she could only see the blue of the sky… Not the greenness below; or the frolicking and happy students. She thought she would be happy… But she was Bobby-less. As soon as he heard she had taken the cure, he went straight off with Kitty. Figures… She thought bitterly. She had thought maybe she would have a better chance to love someone else without the restriction, and now that it was gone, everyone at the Mansion [Mainly the men] seemed to not be as interested as they were before… But she found that since the cure she had developed this… Constant crawling feeling beneath her skin, and it drove her mad sometimes, because she could do nothing to stop it… She figured it was a side effect… And that gave her even more memories…
Sitting in that cold relentless doctors room, the walls a terrible eggshell white, with the occasional tacky picture on the wall that did more harm than good to the décor. One of Worthington’s lackeys was wielding the needle… Talking about how it might be painful… She stuck out her arm, and turned away closing her eyes… She felt a small prick… and then it was like a blazing fire consumed her… She screamed, gods how she screamed, the fell off of the examination table with a thud, writhing on the floor, rolling, trying to extinguish this terrible fire. But it was all beneath her skin… Once it started to ebb away, hot tears streaming down her face, she began gasping for air, as though in those few moments she had forgotten how to breathe completely… She saw herself in a mirror that was positioned in front of her, her white streak of hair slowly but surely turning back to brown… She grasped it with her hand desperately… trying to make it stop… But the white just slipped away through her gloved fingers. She fled the hospital without a thank you, or anything, she was terrified, mostly at what she had done to herself… So she ran back to the Mansion, the only place she knew she could possibly go.
No one recognized her now without her white streak. Not at first glance anyway, and to her it was as though she was able to remove a scar of memory that had become such a part of her, and now it was gone…The part where she had turned from meek little Marie, to a survivor. Where she had truly gained her name… Rogue. Now she was just plain old Marie. She found herself going straight to Professor Xavier’s office. She managed to hold her composure as she walked through the door, but she collapsed in sobs in the chair that sat in front of his desk, feeling disgusted with herself.
But instead of Xavier, Ororo Munroe, also called Storm, sat on the opposite side of her, seeing the young mutant, she got up, and pulled a chair over, wrapping her arms around her.
“Shhh, Rogue, its okay.” Storm said, using her old codename out of habit mostly.
“E’it’s Marie, ah ain’t Rogue no more…” She corrected her miserably. “Ah’m not a mutant, ah’m not special, ah’m jus’ like the rest of ‘em now.”
“Don’t say that, you’re special to me, and Logan, and all the rest of us.” She consoled her. “You could never be like them…” She added offering Rogue a smile, which was returned by a sniffle.
“Y’think so?” Rogue asked looking up onto Ororo’s crystal blue eyes.
“I don’t think so, I know so.” She said a matter-of-factly.
And for the first time in a long time, Marie actually smiled.
One
It was just a week after Rogue had taken the cure, and she found that although it seemed to her at the time the best option; going back to Mississippi wasn’t the best thing to do. Her parents wouldn’t even recognize her as their own daughter… She could still remember walking up those old creaking porch steps.
“Marie?” They would ask “We don’t know, no Marie.” And it was her own mother lying straight to her face. So she lifted her hood back up over her head, her brown tresses longer then they had been since she had last been home, grazing a bit past her breasts now, and she had filled out more as well, fuller lips, a bigger ass too… But she used them to her advantage, especially when hitch hiking, she could really get those guys going sometimes… And once they touched her skin they dropped choking, gasping for air, while she tried to regain her composure from the drunkenness she would more than occasionally absorb.
And now she sat on her bed, staring out the window, from her distance, she could only see the blue of the sky… Not the greenness below; or the frolicking and happy students. She thought she would be happy… But she was Bobby-less. As soon as he heard she had taken the cure, he went straight off with Kitty. Figures… She thought bitterly. She had thought maybe she would have a better chance to love someone else without the restriction, and now that it was gone, everyone at the Mansion [Mainly the men] seemed to not be as interested as they were before… But she found that since the cure she had developed this… Constant crawling feeling beneath her skin, and it drove her mad sometimes, because she could do nothing to stop it… She figured it was a side effect… And that gave her even more memories…
Sitting in that cold relentless doctors room, the walls a terrible eggshell white, with the occasional tacky picture on the wall that did more harm than good to the décor. One of Worthington’s lackeys was wielding the needle… Talking about how it might be painful… She stuck out her arm, and turned away closing her eyes… She felt a small prick… and then it was like a blazing fire consumed her… She screamed, gods how she screamed, the fell off of the examination table with a thud, writhing on the floor, rolling, trying to extinguish this terrible fire. But it was all beneath her skin… Once it started to ebb away, hot tears streaming down her face, she began gasping for air, as though in those few moments she had forgotten how to breathe completely… She saw herself in a mirror that was positioned in front of her, her white streak of hair slowly but surely turning back to brown… She grasped it with her hand desperately… trying to make it stop… But the white just slipped away through her gloved fingers. She fled the hospital without a thank you, or anything, she was terrified, mostly at what she had done to herself… So she ran back to the Mansion, the only place she knew she could possibly go.
No one recognized her now without her white streak. Not at first glance anyway, and to her it was as though she was able to remove a scar of memory that had become such a part of her, and now it was gone…The part where she had turned from meek little Marie, to a survivor. Where she had truly gained her name… Rogue. Now she was just plain old Marie. She found herself going straight to Professor Xavier’s office. She managed to hold her composure as she walked through the door, but she collapsed in sobs in the chair that sat in front of his desk, feeling disgusted with herself.
But instead of Xavier, Ororo Munroe, also called Storm, sat on the opposite side of her, seeing the young mutant, she got up, and pulled a chair over, wrapping her arms around her.
“Shhh, Rogue, its okay.” Storm said, using her old codename out of habit mostly.
“E’it’s Marie, ah ain’t Rogue no more…” She corrected her miserably. “Ah’m not a mutant, ah’m not special, ah’m jus’ like the rest of ‘em now.”
“Don’t say that, you’re special to me, and Logan, and all the rest of us.” She consoled her. “You could never be like them…” She added offering Rogue a smile, which was returned by a sniffle.
“Y’think so?” Rogue asked looking up onto Ororo’s crystal blue eyes.
“I don’t think so, I know so.” She said a matter-of-factly.
And for the first time in a long time, Marie actually smiled.