“Please, come in.” Xavier’s azure eyes were full of gentleness, pain, understanding and unquenchable warmth as he reached out to her with the sound of his voice, trying to give focus to the chaos rioting within her.
She heard sounds, muted and sharp at the same time, his words barely registering on her dizzied senses. Rogue fought to control the war of thoughts and emotions, not all of which her own, raging within her, bringing beads of sweat to her chilled forehead. She grit her teeth and took a step forward into the Professor’s office, lip curled over her white teeth in a silent snarl, eyes growing large and liquid as the room suddenly grew uncomfortably warm. A wave of apprehension swept through Xavier’s calm as his palms began to sweat, but he held fast and kept his voice steady, for both their sakes.
“Shut the door behind you, if you will.” his tone was heartbreakingly gentle.
It slammed behind her in reply. Rogue hadn’t twitched. The air crackled around her, her fists clenched at her sides as she panted like a caged animal, utterly frightened. Of herself. And unmistakably dangerous.
“Don’t listen to them, Rogue. Don’t let your powers control you. Just let me help you.”
Charles felt himself lift off of the well worn floor as books cascaded down around them, his knuckles going white as he struggled to hold on, both to his chair and to the fragile connection with her. Black veins lined the sharp features of her face, her flowerlike lips going ivory. The depthless pools of her eyes grew until they were simply a fiery black void beneath her brows and her voice came out in a silken hiss. She titled her wild mane of hair to the side in a purely predatory display.
“What’s wrong with me?” she said softly, eyes narrowing.
Xavier fought to speak against the raw force of energy emanating off of her in waves.
“Rogue... you’re a hero. You-are stronger-than this. Don’t let them control you...”
She blinked several times, the storm brewing beneath the surface stalling as she fell to one knee and brought a shaking fist to her temple, gasping around the sob ripping from her heaving chest. Xavier crashed to the floor, bouncing on his wheels as the shelves swayed to and fro.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to be evil... But… I don’t know if I can be good. I can’t-they won’t let me! Please, make it stop! Make me stop... I don’t want to hurt anyone else...”
The Professor rolled towards her hesitantly and reached out, pulling his hand back when she yanked away from him as though he’d struck her. Marie felt, rather than saw, his shocked movement. Her breathing coming in shallow, quick gasps.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I want to help you. Please. This is your home. You’re safe here. No one’s going to hurt you. You have nothing to fear.”
She bared her teeth, eyes squeezed shut against the pain.
“That’s not what I’m afraid of...” Rogue rocked back, lifting her head, her voice though it quaked, was alarming. A broken thread of warning.
The Professor’s gaze caught and held hers, blue eyes piercing the distance between them as tears trembled from her lashes. A muscle quivered at his jaw, mouth tight and grim.
“You must trust me. Please, let me help you.”
Rogue remained absolutely motionless for a second, supple muscles tensed. Finally, she moved closer to him, burgundy head thrust forward, though her dark eyes remained wary. He offered her a reassuring smile as he placed both hands to either side of her temples, slower than the last time. Charles jerked, his back going ramrod straight as he threw back his bald head and his vision swam with images, thoughts, sounds, emotions and instincts barraging him from the most complex mind he’d ever encountered.
Logan: Do you trust me?
Me: With my life.
Bobby: He doesn’t love you the same way that I do.
Me: What are you doin’ here, Bobby?
Bobby: The same thing you are. Lookin’ for a girl I once knew.
Me: She’s dead.
Bobby: So please… stop haunting me.
Me: Then let me go.
Jean: It’s not your fault, you know.
Phoenix: See. Want. Have. Destroy.
Logan: This isn’t you.
Magneto: Don’t listen to them, my dear. You are a goddess. You don’t need to be controlled. You can have anything you wish. You can do anything you wish. The world is at your feet. So take it!
Bobby: You were gone. Kitty’s just a friend. Nothing happened!
Phoenix: Kill Kitty. Take Logan. Bring them to their knees and watch them burn.
Pyro: Burn. baby, burn.
Magneto: Yes, that’s it, my dear. Show them what it’s like to be controlled. Fight. Fight with us. You magnificent creature.
Logan: I should stop…
Me: It’s ok. ...I can control it. Don’t you dare stop…
Logan: Maybe you oughtta take it easy. The Professor said you might be… Different.
Me: He would know, wouldn’t he? What, you think he’s not in your head, too? Look at you, Logan. He’s tamed you.
Logan: Maybe you should talk to Jean. These are her powers, maybe she can help you fix it...
Me: I don’t want to fix it.
The Professor reeled back, panting, shock yielding to fury. He swiftly pulled the syringe from the interior pocket of his sharply pressed grey suit before Rogue had a chance to gain her bearings and stuck the needle into the side of her neck and depressed the plunger, injecting her with enough serum to hopefully last the day. He would need to get Beast down here immediately. Her powers were far too strong for the dosage he had on hand in the mansion, and went to work on rebuilding her shaky walls. And tweaking her memory. His heart twisted with guilt.
“Damn you, Logan…”
The heavy lashes that shadowed Marie’s cheeks flew up as she became instantly awake. She drew a deep breath as she clung to reality and pressed her lips shut so no sound would burst out, forcing herself to settle down and breathe even as her heart hammered against her ribcage. She fought hard against the stinging tears. Why was she crying? Why did she want to scream? How did she get back to her room? Did Logan leave...