Well here's the start of my sequel to Gotta get away from the Flame.
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed that story. I really appreciate
it.
I might start this over and not use this as my story because I don't really like it. It's just a tester. Let me know what you think because writing this sequel is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Note: Remember how Mystique put the silver band on her finger and then Rogue could touch. Just keep that in mind.
Prologue: Carelessness
A twenty year old gothic-looking girl lay on a hospital bed after a careless accident. Ever since the 'incident' almost 3 years ago, the green- eyed girl known as Rogue was always careless. She had been on a simple mission with the x-men and had fallen out of a 2-story window, fracturing some ribs and knocking herself unconscious.
This wasn't the first time she had been reckless on a mission, but it was the first time she had to go to the med lab. She wasn't always this careless, most of the time she was quiet and only spent time with Remy. They quickly became good friends and then about 6 months ago, they officially became a couple. 2 months ago, they moved in together.
She had woken up about 15 minutes ago and was just staring at the ceiling of this medical room. She knew that just next door, a red-haired pyromaniac lay in a similar bed, only he would not wake like she had. She tried not to think of him, her first love, but her mind always wandered to fire. She had to see him, because she still had hope that he would again wake up.
Rogue crawled out of the bed and tip-toed across the cold tiles and into the waiting room. Remy was asleep on the couch, lightly snoring. She wondered what would happen between herself and the Cajun if John ever did wake up. It would make things complicated.
She quickly brushed that thought out of her head and crossed over to the door that hid Pyro. She barely grazed the silver knob before,
"Petite, you don't wanna do dat and you know it," Gambit said. Rogue turned around to look at him. He was lying on his back with his arms behind his head and his eyes were still closed. She walked over to him and sat on his stomach. "You remember what happened last time you tried dat, don't you ma chere?"
Rogue had almost passed out when she tried to see John before. His psyche appeared in her head and caused a blinding headache. She had just reached for the same silver handle before it happened.
"Yeah, Ah remember. Ah just miss him," she answered.
"Remy does too, petite." Rogue stood up to leave, but Remy sat up and pulled her back down. "Je t'adore, Rogue. You know dat, right?" he asked her.
"Of course Ah know that, Remy. Ah love ya too."
And she meant it.
But she still wondered what would happen if John did wake up. He was the first man she ever loved after all.
I might start this over and not use this as my story because I don't really like it. It's just a tester. Let me know what you think because writing this sequel is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Note: Remember how Mystique put the silver band on her finger and then Rogue could touch. Just keep that in mind.
Prologue: Carelessness
A twenty year old gothic-looking girl lay on a hospital bed after a careless accident. Ever since the 'incident' almost 3 years ago, the green- eyed girl known as Rogue was always careless. She had been on a simple mission with the x-men and had fallen out of a 2-story window, fracturing some ribs and knocking herself unconscious.
This wasn't the first time she had been reckless on a mission, but it was the first time she had to go to the med lab. She wasn't always this careless, most of the time she was quiet and only spent time with Remy. They quickly became good friends and then about 6 months ago, they officially became a couple. 2 months ago, they moved in together.
She had woken up about 15 minutes ago and was just staring at the ceiling of this medical room. She knew that just next door, a red-haired pyromaniac lay in a similar bed, only he would not wake like she had. She tried not to think of him, her first love, but her mind always wandered to fire. She had to see him, because she still had hope that he would again wake up.
Rogue crawled out of the bed and tip-toed across the cold tiles and into the waiting room. Remy was asleep on the couch, lightly snoring. She wondered what would happen between herself and the Cajun if John ever did wake up. It would make things complicated.
She quickly brushed that thought out of her head and crossed over to the door that hid Pyro. She barely grazed the silver knob before,
"Petite, you don't wanna do dat and you know it," Gambit said. Rogue turned around to look at him. He was lying on his back with his arms behind his head and his eyes were still closed. She walked over to him and sat on his stomach. "You remember what happened last time you tried dat, don't you ma chere?"
Rogue had almost passed out when she tried to see John before. His psyche appeared in her head and caused a blinding headache. She had just reached for the same silver handle before it happened.
"Yeah, Ah remember. Ah just miss him," she answered.
"Remy does too, petite." Rogue stood up to leave, but Remy sat up and pulled her back down. "Je t'adore, Rogue. You know dat, right?" he asked her.
"Of course Ah know that, Remy. Ah love ya too."
And she meant it.
But she still wondered what would happen if John did wake up. He was the first man she ever loved after all.