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Alara's Challenge: Kill your favorite
character.
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Soft rustling. The slightest sound of a boot falling against
the floor. A sudden quick intake of air.
Rogue's eyes peeled open slowly, blinking under the dimmed
lights. For a moment, she remained still, disoriented. And
then, the knowledge of who she was and what had woken her
came tumbling back into place within her mind.
Her eyes shifted, sending her vision blurring wildly at that
smallest of motions. The sight that met her eyes was enough
to make that nausea worthwhile. "Remy!" Rogue croaked
through parched lips.
She blinked slowly as her voice reached her ears. She didn't
sound right. A brief surge of panic tore through her. What
had happened to her?
"Chere," Gambit replied softly. He voice was strangely
pained as he spoke to her. Rogue focused her attention on
him, her panic fading into the background as she took in his
familiar features.
He looked upset. Rogue struggled to find any reason for Remy
to look so uneasy. She shifted through her cloudy memories,
searching for the one that would fill in the missing pieces.
Cold. Snow. Antarctica?
Yes, that was it. She had left Remy there. That was why he
looked so upset, he thought that she was still mad at him!
Or maybe, he was upset with her?
It hurt her head to think. Rogue gave up trying to figure
out what could have upset him and settled for an apology.
"I'm sorry for... I'm sorry," Rogue gasped out,
wincing at the tightness in her chest as she spoke.
Remy's expression didn't clear at her apology as she had
expected it to. Rather, his face seemed to sink deeper into
uneasiness.
Rogue's throat constricted painfully. He hadn't accepted
her apology. He was still upset with her! "Remy..."
Rogue tried again only to fall silent as the pain made it
impossible to continue.
His hand rose from his side and moved towards her, settling
on her hand. Rogue fought back her panic, trying to warn him
away. She wasn't wearing her gloves! Her protest died when
his hand rested on her own. Nothing happened.
His hand was warm against her own. But somehow, it didn't
feel right. She could barely feel his skin against her own.
There was pressure and heat pressed against her, but nothing
else.
That wasn't what it felt like to touch, was it?
"Oh, Rogue!" Remy whispered, his voice wavering.
Tears were swimming in his eyes, threatening to spill out
across his cheeks.
Why was he crying for her? They were touching! Of course,
those were tears of happiness! Of course they were...
Her lips stretched into a smile. "Dr Agee helped me,
Remy... We can... We can be together now!"
Her voice still didn't sound right to her ears. It came as
low grunts rather than the words she had spoken.
The tears finally spilled out from Remy's eyes. "It's
okay, Rogue. I love you.." His voice was raw with pain,
and his hand tightened around hers briefly.
Rogue tried to raise her hand to wipe the tears from his
face. She found after a brief, pained effort that her hand
wouldn't listen to her. It remained at her side, motionless.
Her panic burst into the forefront of her mind once again.
Rogue struggled to move with as much success as her initial
attempt had gained her. Her body felt heavy, clumsy. Unfamiliar.
A low moan tore out from her throat. What was happening to
her?!
A large, furred blue hand dropped down on Remy's shoulder.
Beast. That was why he was upset, she was injured! That explained
everything, didn't it?
"Remy!?"
"I love you."
The words were still strong in her mind when the pain shot
through her. Her body shuddered violently, and then everything
faded away.
~End~
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