fic: mind games
- comes after 'alive' in "Seasons Change" series by Peachy...
Title: Mind Games
Teaser: Rogue deals with reorganizing her mind after her encounter
Marie had lots of new dreams again. The same one over and over
again. Jean said it would go away. Marie would just run to Logan to
tell him every detail. He'd just take her somewhere to try and
She figured in time it would fade like all the rest Mystique's mind
that is. Another emotional head case crammed into her own. While
trying to reorganize what was up there, the flood gates opened for
all of them to come rushing out and scream at her.
She'd have headaches and tried to remember who's thoughts were who's
and where they'd go. She had to find herself again and again, trying
to remember her own life from all the rest. It was tiring and a
scary experience. She'd be on an emotional roller coaster worse then
any case of PMS, as she over heard Scott say once.
Mystique's life was unique. To slowly change from being normal, to
have your skin peal away and turn blue and then having the power to
change into whatever you wanted was not easy. She was seen as a
mutant, she couldn't hide it.
Rogue thought it was worse then her own mutation.
School was no fun, she'd often get beat up at and all her friends
left her. Parents freaked out even more and sent her to a medical
facility to experiment for a cure, which there was none. Marie felt
the needles and pokes from the doctors just as clear as Mystique did
the first time. She ran and found Magneto, someone who took her in
and treated her normal.
Rogue understood why she turned to him and feared it. It is so easy
to lure people to believe that mutants are treated as second rate and
that mutants need to turn the tables and take total control over
humans to save their very existence. She even found herself thinking
similar thoughts, whether they were really her's, she didn't know.
She felt the pain of shape shifting from Mystique's first
experiences. It gets to be natural and hurt less each time she
changed. The only example Rogue could think of was a new shoe. You
first get blisters and your feet swell and they hurt until you wear
them in. Then they're stretched out and comfy, becoming your
favorite pair. That is why it hurt Rogue so much. Her skin wasn't
use to it and to change so much like that, it stressed her body out.
She cried for Mystique's life even though she aided Magneto in
helping to try and kill her.
Rogue never wished for hard lives on any mutant, friend or foe.
After the last encounter, Rogue was a mix of all emotions and
memories as she fought and fought for control. She needed to find
herself and not let them win. Jean helped her a great deal during
the day. Sometimes hours and hours of sessions. Jean gave her total
support and attention, so did Logan, Bobby, Katherine and the rest of
her friends, helping her reorganize her mind. The more people shoved
in her head the harder it was. After a while she made great progress
and was pretty much back to normal.
The dream that came to her tonight was no different then the rest,
except it was less intense and she felt now, not in the dream, but
just an observer of sorts. Realizing that what she saw and
experienced was not her life but another's.
She was alone in this indescribable building with no one around but
heard sounds of screams she opened the door to find Mystique, her
skin being sectioned off for tests, the doctors didn't bother with
anesthetic. Rogue felt quick, sharp sting as well and clutched her
own arm to find a chunk of skin missing and blood, but no real pain.
Finally claws pierced her body. She saw the points through her chest
and yet felt nothing. Finally they retracted dragging her backwards
and falling into the tub of blue liquid. Instead of the panic
feeling for oxygen she just turned and eyed Logan lying there. She
saw metal snapping into his bone and could feel her own body becoming
ridged with each piece being attached. Finally she got climbed out
of the tub, completely dry and witnessed the men in Nazi uniforms
having a party. A young kid comes running in and passed her. No one
else sees him. She follows and then he is taken away. It was Magneto
being pulled back into an experimental room by soldiers who finally
caught up to him. She was lead buy some force to another room and
she sat in a chair and guilt swelled in her as a woman began yelled
at her for being lazy husband, alcoholic, drunkard and she smacked
him her she felt that but it didn't bother her. She was more
saddened for the woman, red eyes, puffy and crying, looking into her
own eyes. Rogue got up and ran. She didn't know what was going on
in this dream of hers. She ended up running into a wall and looked
up at the sign. It was a house of mirrors. She entered and soon
became lost in the maze. Instead of seeing herself in the
reflections, they were a million different other people. Finally she
stared right into one of the mirrors. Mystique stared back.
Rogue finally understood her. Mystique was always confused about
herself who she was was she anyone at all or everyone? Marie knew
The only saving grace this time came from Aaron. A light flooded the
mirror and above it was Aaron flying and stretching out his hand for
her to take it. Her hands were uncovered, like his, but she knew it
was ok. He wanted to take her out of this mess. This time she felt
she had to touch him to break free. Her arm could barely reach as
their fingertips touched. A light touch, she could feel it and he
smiled. The room began to swirled around her, making her very dizzy
and she'd awoke with a start.
The screaming back to reality stopped but shudders when waking up
from the nightmares didn't. Logan always said she could come to him
if needed, if the dreams bothered her. She gazed at her fingers,
which had meet Aaron's hand. He had sort of pulled her to safety,
waking her from the dream. She smiled. He was a wonderful friend.
She felt him inside of her, not fighting her but helping her. Rogue
held on to that thought, knowing Aaron was watching out for her
during the nightmares. She no longer dreamed of guilt from the shack
in the woods that had long since passed. He was a friend, on the
inside where no one else could truly go.
She laid her head back down on the pillow and slept on into the night