Fic:Not Another Number in My Arm
- View Source(This is not a part of my series....but just read and enjoy....)
Title: Not Another Number in My Arm
Teaser: Mutant registration law passed and its effects on the X-men
Genre: drama, angst
They came to Xavier's school that day; police, doctors, computer
technicians. They were here to register the faculty and students in
the nation-wide mutant registration program. Scott and Storm were
the only ones there with the students. Xavier and Jean were still in
Washington, DC trying to repeal what damage Senator Kelly had done.
Scott complied with the authorities and stood helpless, watching as
the students and himself were finger printed and logged and the
doctors checked them over. Finally, they were issued ID cards to
carry and placed in a database.
It was dehumanizing. It burned anger inside of him. They were being
treated like cattle. He tried to calm the students, he didn't want
any troubles or have any incidents that could lead to any violent
outbursts at this point. He only hoped this mutant registration crap
would be ended by the pro-mutant lobby's activities very soon. He
had a hard enough time controlling his own emotions and anger let
alone trying to convince the older students especially to comply.
Rogue felt angry as well. She stood in an all too familiar line,
being prodded into a processing room. She had Magneto's memories
burned into her own. She couldn't tell at this point where he ended
and her own feelings began. She grew scared as her turn approached.
She could only see Scott and Storm down the hall. She wished they
would be closer. Needed someone to control her shaking right now.
Why weren't they stopping them? Magneto's emotion flowed through her
no matter how much she tried to repress them and maintain control.
She panicked and got claustrophobic. She couldn't be here. Her arm
started to burn from the last time she was branded, well Magneto, but
it felt like it was in her arm too.
Finally they came for her. Persecution, hate, fear, terror she
remembered it all. A man grabbed her arm to escort her forward and
she resisted. He forced her along, dragging her into another room.
She refused to be moved and pulled back every step of the way. The
guard was not happy. She yelled out loud for someone to help her,
begging for it as pure terror shone through her voice.
Scott heard in the other room but a police office drew his gun and
told him to remain where he was. Scott didn't want anyone hurt so he
complied listening to Rogue's screams. He tried again to reason with
the man but the guard shoved Scott back and pointed a gun at him to
"Let go of me!" was screeched down the hall.
Bobby, St. John and rest were forced to remain still with guns drawn
on them. St. John tried to break through anyway but received a punch
across the jaw landing him to the floor.
"Now stay back and don't move!" the officer ordered.
Scott needed to go to her, calm her down before she hurt herself of
someone else. He knew Magneto's memories must be controlling her to
some degree, she was calm up till them. He didn't want things to get
out of hand. No one would listen to him.
"No, please! Don't do this again, you won't do this to me again!"
She was crying terribly.
Finally one of the men grabbed her, forcing her into the chair for
the doctor's examination of her mutant powers. She kept raging about
and the man secured her face to hold her still. Bare hand to bare
flesh and both screamed. The man because his life was being taken
from him and Rogue for the flood of pain, memories, emotions into her
The rest of the doctors fell back as the guard collapsed on the
floor, none of them knowing what to do or what had happened. Rogue
was stunned for just a second then she sprang up and out of the
"Freeze!" was shouted behind her.
Scott saw her run. "Rogue stop!"
His cries were useless. Finally a guard snatched her up and she
elbowed him. Another officer in confusion drew his gun and fired.
Rogue stopped stunned and she collapsed as pain, hot and
soared through her abdomen and chest.
Scott didn't care about the guards and ran to her. Blood flowed from
her wound as he cradled her in his arms.
"Call an ambulance!" he shouted. Every effort to move was stopped by
the guards with guns.
"It hurts," was all she said.
He tried to stop the bleeding by pressing down.
She cried out in pain. "Sorry I'm so sorry." Where was Jean or
Logan. They could help her. He could do nothing.
"You're gonna be fine, just hold on." He turns back to the guards who
were just staring at him, "Call an ambulance!"
Finally Storm tried again and was faced with resistance. "Don't move!"
"Then shoot me," she stated defiantly and went to call for a doctor.
The guard didn't stop her.
The blood was getting darker, not a good sign. Her breath was filled
with blood and it trickled out the side of her mouth.
"I don't want another number no more numbers on my arm." Her
He brushed her hair back and he started to cry. He was losing her.
It wasn't right. The fearless, non-emotional Scott couldn't hold
back his anger, love and fear any more. He cried for the woman he
held in his arms. She was dying and he could do nothing but watch
her, her eyes, her face, just watch.
"Please hang on Rogue, please for me " he was begging.
Her breath gurgled with blood. She couldn't breath, drowning in her
own blood as the bullet hit her lung. She was crying and was in so
"I'm scared. Promise me, no more numbers on my arm, please don't let
them put one on me."
"I promise you they won't." His one voice failing him when he wanted
to say the right thing to take all the pain and fear away.
Her eyes grew distant and heavy. Finally, she closed them and a few
moments later her body went limp in his arms.
"ROGUE!" he hugged her lifeless body so close to his chest, placing
his lips to her forehead, her touch no longer deadly. How could this
have gone so wrong. He tried so had to stop anything from happening,
what did he do wrong?!
Scott began to curse the world and the people who took her away form
him, from the X-men, her friends, family. She was young, had so much
to offer the world. She cared so much, gave so much love. How could
anyone think she'd hurt another living sole? She was just scared,
scared and so afraid. It wasn't even her so much as the people
inside of her too that caused her panic.
He didn't protect her. He failed as a leader. Guilt swelled within
his heart. He was the leader. It was his job to look out the team,
his friends and family. He let her down.
She was no threat to anyone, why did they shoot her, why did they
have to kill her? He was overpowered with grief and rage. The guard
that shot her took it as nothing to care about and continued the ID
process. The halls were silent. Scott remained on the floor with
Rogue's body nestled in his arms, He wouldn't let go.
When his eyes rose to meet Storms, all logic and care was gone.
Scott was gone from those eyes. She got the signal from him that the
war had now just begun. Then her eyes went white....