The Wolverine & Rogue Fanfiction Archive
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*Warning: This chapter depicts self mutilation and suicidal thoughts.*
Soundtrack: "Shadow Moses" by Bring Me The Horizon
Soundtrack: "Shadow Moses" by Bring Me The Horizon
Do it, you know you want to.
Rogue grabbed her head in her hands and squeezed, tighter and tighter, hoping the pressure would drive out the voices. She imagined squeezing so hard that they would drip out of her ears and down her shoulders and drop in dark red splotches onto the ground and suffocate there, without her brain to provide them with the air to thrive and torment her in. If it hadn’t been for the silver band around her neck she was sure she would have succeeded. The people here had done things to her.
Such a pretty thing, pretty pretty thing. Shall we eat you up Rogue, eat you up till there’s nothing but flesh and bone and pain.
She felt a tear start to fall down her face and stood up suddenly in anger. Rogue did not cry! Not since that first time. Not since she had been out on the road. Not since the “nice” people had sold her to the lab when she was 12 years old. Not since the cutting and slicing and the tests. Rogue did not cry and she’d be damned if she was going to do it with a bunch of stinky, filthy beasts standing there watching her.
She paced the small corner of the room she knew was safe and growled when the blue one tried to speak to her again, ignoring the look on his face and the sudden smell of pity. Who was he to pity her! She didn’t need his help. She didn’t need anyone’s help. She was Rogue. She was the ultimate weapon! They should be glad she had this collar on or she’d destroy them all and then we’d see who’d be doing the pitying!
How cute, I think you hurt your new friend’s feelings.
She growled and slumped down against the wall, purposefully hitting her head hard against it to try and stop the voices. The last one had been the worst and she could feel his claws scratching at her mind, ripping and shredding. He had taken so long to die, so long, so much touching. Who was she again?
You’re pathetic, weak, stupid, stupid enough to believe someone might actually care. Stupid enough to get caught in this dump.
And she wasn’t sure if that was her own thoughts or the voices. They knew the truth hurt her worst of all.
If it wasn’t for us you wouldn’t survive and you’d still be weak, pathetic. You took everything from us and got everything in return. Pathetic, stupid, ugly, monster, monster, monster.
She felt another tear and damn this body. Damn this body to hell and back again. She looked at her arms, so pale from years of hiding covered. Pale enough to see the veins staring up at her, mocking her.
Do it, you know you want to.
And this time she didn’t question whose voice it was as she reached over and clawed every single soft line beneath that toxic thin skin. Ripping out large chunks of flesh, before clawing at her face and her stomach. If only she could tear her heart out, if only, but before she could reach a hand all the way in, the beautiful darkness took over and the voices were quiet.