Stories by KazeRogue
"Beat Me Out of Myself"
Rogue fights against her biggest critic and worst foe -- herself.
"Child of Death"
A troubled street rat learns that he may be the key to overthrowing a despotic overlord. (Unfinished.)
"Gamble of Life"
Is reality fixed, or can it be replaced, changed? Is the future
destined to happen or is it what we fight for? When life deals you your cards,
do you play them without resistance, or do you dare to gamble...? (Unfinished.)
"On the Beat"
written with KazeRogue
Rogue is Detective Alexandra Thorne of the NYPD, on the trail of a mysterious
jewel thief... (Unfinished.)
"Out of Control"
Still in an awkward post-breakup time, Rogue and Gambit have it out with each other.
"Quietly Falls the Snow"
Rogue races to find Gambit in the Antarctic cold, but it may be too late.
"Seals of Power"
written with Michi-Chan
When her father is killed by a highwayman and his band of thieves, a spunky
young woman named Jacqueline vows revenge. (Unfinished.)
Cards and Gloves
Disclaimer: As always, none
of this is mine, it's Marvels, I just borrow the characters
without permission. I don't have any money at all, so don't
dare to sue me!
Note: If you don't know it by now, I'm German, but
I write in English nonetheless. This is the result, but don't
I was very depressed when I wrote this story (while a German
lesson, no wonder it's that sad...), and I know you'll hate
me for what I did to Rogue & Remy, but no flames please,
I love them too, I was just in that mood...
By the way, it's set after #350. Anything after it has been
Cat Smith, for helping me with my stories, for encouraging
me to write in English and for always being so nice to me
Nicole M. aka Seska, for helping me with the last part
of the story, for always listening to me while I'm complaining
about the struggle of writing fanfics, even though she's no
Rogue fan and I'm really getting on her nerves with my fanaticism.
You're really one of the best friends I ever had.
Southern Nightingale, for always keeping me up to date
concerning the X-men, for encouraging me (especially concerning
'gamble of life', another fanfic) and for being such a nice
Karen Bruce, aka RogueStar, for inspiration (you have
to read her stories!!!) and for being so nice, although I
think I'm slowly getting on her nerves, too, concerning my
fanaticism about 'A
Matter of Pryde'.
This story is dedicated to my dear friend Mirjam, who had
a lots of trouble recently. I know this story ain't quite
good to cheer someone up, but I hope you know how much I like
you and that I'm always there for you. I'm sure it'll get
Okay that's it. Here's the story (finally):
Quietly Falls the Snow
Rogue looked out of her window and the sky mirrored her mood,
grey, cloudy. Who wouldn't be depressed with all this rain
during the last few days? She sighed and sipped at her cup
of hot café au lait. Her thoughts wandered back to Antarctica,
back to Remy - again.
She sighed again and ignored the tears burning in her eyes.
They had returned from Antarctica a few days ago and she has
been complete schizophrenic ever since. When she was her old
self, Rogue, she didn't understand why she had condemned the
man she loved to certain death and she was eager to go back
to him and make everything alright again. But then, the voice
that had spoken through her mouth back there, called to her
and leaves her weak-willed and so endless tired.
Remy lifted his face from the floor. He has been crouching
towards... towards... he didn't know which direction he headed
to, but at least he had to do something. Then, he had collapsed
and lain there in the snow for ... he didn't know how long.
Snow laid on him like a thick white cover. He managed to extend
one hand and rise on his knees. Crouching, he continued his
slow, long journey towards the whatever.
What have Ah done? Ah musta been complete crazy. Ah have
ta rescue him. Hope the others won't mind, but Ah have ta
do this on mah own. It's calm outside, fine. At least the
way to the Hangar Bay is clear. Shall Ah ask 'Ro ta join me?
Better not. She wasn't really comfortable around me recently.
Since Ah killed her best friend. No, shugah, no bitter thoughts
anymore. You know what ya have ta do. So do it and stop thinking.
There's the blackbird. C'mon girl, ya'll make. Everything's
gonna be fine, jus' fine, jus' fine...
Where am I? Why's it dat cold? It has been so warm a few
seconds ago, have been at the pool with Roguie. Rogue, mon
amour, mon cur, ma vie, where are ya? You were here
with me just a few seconds ago! Where are ya? Why have you
left me? Calm down, Remy, ol' cajun, you're dreaming 'course
you're dreaming. Look around! But I'm so tired, I can't lift
my head! Look around, what do you see? Snow, snow everywhere,
everything's white. How should ya've come here in de snow,
bête, hein? I can't remember. O' course ya can't, 'coz ya're
dreaming. I remember, I was dancing with Rogue through the
streets of N'awlins, she still wore her beautiful wedding
dress, all white with tiny silk roses. Our marriage has been
in real cajun tradition, hell, I even wore a smoking. All
our family had been there and I've seen tears of joy in the
corner of her brilliant green eyes when she said 'I will'
and finally kissed my lips.
Oh, Remy, wake up, I don't wanna dream anymore if reality
is so ... perfect. The snow ought to be cold, but I'm warm.
Hypothermia! No, I'm warm, 'coz it's warm outside. The snow's
just an illusion, a dream. I can't wait to wake up next to
Rogue, see her curled up against my body, sleeping peacefully,
smiling. Hope dawn comes soon. Why don't I wake up? I don't
wanna stay in dis cauchemar any longer. Why don't I wake up?
But dis can't be real! I can't remember how I came here! Dis
can't be real ... can't be real ... be real ... real ... ROGUE!
There she is, standing in front of me on the snow-white floor.
So beautiful in her wedding dress, smiling at me lovingly.
Mon dieu, how much I love her. I knew this was a nightmare.
I'm so glad the memory of our wedding didn't foul me. So glad,
mon cur, so glad. So glad.
Where is he? Ah can't find him. Ah'll nevah find him in this
snow-desert. Ah've been searching foah hours now and Ah can't
see nothin' but this damned white stuff. What have Ah done?
He'll nevah forgive me.. He'll hate me. Ah'm sure he hates
me already. At least if he's still alive. Ah have ta find
him although nothing's gonna be the same, Ah know. He'll hate
me, oh yeah, he hates me.. But Ah have ta save his life nevertheless.
And then Ah'll leave the x-men if he wants me to. Ah can understand
that he doesn't want ta live in the same house like me anymore.
Ah know Ah jus' can't live without him, Ah couldn't deal with
living without his love, but Ah have ta try. Ah can hear his
voice in my head, making fun of me, telling me ta go home
and leave him alone, let him die in peace, without having
ta see my face again. Ah can understand him, oh yeah, Ah do.
But my guilty consciousness is eating me up. Ah have ta save
him, even if it's the last thing Ah do. But where is he?
There!!! There is ... something. Have ta get nearer. It's
a person lying in the snow. Please, sweet Lord, please, let
it be him, let it be Remy. It's him, Ah'm sure, it has to
be him. Ah can see him, his reddish brown, unruly hair, contrasting
with the white snow. Let it be him. He lies face down in the
snow. Let it be him, let him be alive. An icy storm is shaking
me, but Ah have ta get to him. There he is, let it be him.
Ah'm stumbling and falling down next ta him. The snow is so
cold and he laid here face down so long. He hates me, Ah'm
sure. Ah have ta save him, let it be him. Ah'm looking up
and turning around the body sprawled on the floor in front
of me. Please, please, please ... It's him!!! Oh Lord, sweet
Lord, thak you, thank you, thank you so much! But he ain't
breathing! Please, be just unconscious. Ah have ta help him
ta breath, even if Ah risk ta absorb him again when mah lips
touch his ones, but Ah have ta help him ta breath, Ah have
ta do it. Why are his lips so cold? Why don't his memories
flood mah mind? No, it can't be true, you can't be dead! C'mon,
honey, breathe, please, PLEASE!!! Aw, Roguie, don' pretend
ya care. Oh mah Lord! Again Ah hear his voice in mah head.
Am Ah totally crazy? Ah could swear he just opened his eyes
and looked at me accusingly. But he ain't breathing and has
no pulse. He's dead! Oh yeah? 's dat so, chère? That
can't be true, Ah'm just dreaming, bad nightmare, can't be
true, can't be true, be true, true. But it IS true, chère,
ya killed me. Ya let me die out 'ere in de cold, all's your
fault, ya killed me, your fault, killed me. NO, Ah nevah
wanted y'all any harm. Ah LOVE you.
Ah look at his dead body, so peaceful, the face of an angel,
Ah can easily imagine him - or at least his soul - sitting
in heaven. But then Ah hear his voice in mah head, the voice
of an angel speaking the words of the devil. But true words
nevertheless, non, chère? Yeah, it's true, Ah killed you.
Ah killed you. Can't live without you. But you're dead. Ah
killed you. Can't live without you. Ah killed you...
Ororo Munroe, also known as x-men's Storm, desperately flew
above the white Antarctic desert, searching for her lost teammates.
One hour ago, Logan and her had found the Blackbird Rogue
had "borrowed" to search the man she loved. Since
then, Logan searched her and Remy on the ground, using his
increased senses, while Ororo used the better overview she
had in the air in order to find her friends. She was about
to give up, when she detected a hint of color on the otherwise
complete white ground. Full of hope she landed next to the
bodies of her teammates and friends. She called their names
excited and kneeled down. When the didn't respond, she became
frightened and called through the intercom: "Logan, I
found them, but they're unconscious. Get the first aid pack
and come to my coordinates. Copy?" "Copied."
She heard the growling voice of her feral teammate. Once again
she concentrated on Rogue and Remy, who were lying next to
each other peacefully. They aren't breathing anymore. No pulse
either, she thought desperately. She tried to reanimate them,
but in vain. When Logan arrived with the first aid pack, she
already had no need for it anymore. The clouds, mirroring
the emotions of their mistress, started to pour the rain,
that turned to snow before hitting the ground.
Rogue walked through a dark empty space, always in the direction
of the only light she saw, a tiny little spark in front of
her. She missed Remy, but she hoped she'd see him again soon
on the other shore. She had always known that she couldn't
live without him. And when she had seen his dead body, heard
his voice accusing her, she hadn't been able to turn her back
on him again. Not this time. Not being able to bear reality
anymore she had lain down in the cold snow curled up against
his dead body, which was stiff now and no longer as gently
and soft as she remembered it to be, willing the blackness
to come, embracing it. She had no hope of being together with
him in the eternity to come, because she doubted that he would
forgive her, even here, but maybe she'll have the chance to
tell him how sorry she was. And how much she loved him. No
matter when, no matter where. Unconditionally.
Note: I know most of you folks
don't like it, maybe I wouldn't like it myself if it hadn't
been my idea. Maybe I'll write a sequel, depends on YOUR opinion.
Please tell me what you think about it.
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