Rogue (cannottouch) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-12-27 20:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabel evans, marie/rogue |
Who: Rogue and Isabel
What: Isabel dreamwalks Rogue
When: Tonight
Where: Their cell
Warnings: Attempted rape and brief mention of past rape (not Rogue)
The holidays were finally almost over and Rogue was relieved. It wasn’t that she hated the festivities, in fact, she really liked them and this year she was actually able to spend it with people she cared about. It was easily the best Christmas she’d had in two years but there was only so much holiday cheer she she was able to muster when she had to slather on makeup over the dark circles under her eyes and put on a smile and go around as though everything was peachy keen when all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep without reliving someone else’s memories. It seemed that that was too much to ask for, though, as the memories came by with more and more frequency as each night passed.
Rogue bit back a yawn and reluctantly let her eyes slide shut. There was no point in fighting it, the memories came unbidden no matter what and she couldn’t afford to fall asleep during her sentry shift. The knowledge didn’t keep her hands from balling up into fists or her lips from pulling down into a grimace as though she was able to fight the memories through sheer force of will.
Rogue turned her head and brought up her hand to block the blindingly bright sunlight from her eyes. It took a moment, but eventually her eyes adjusted to the glaring brightness and she was able to take a good look around her. She was standing on the side of what looked like a highway, she was pretty darn sure it was a highway. The street was wide with multiple lanes, no traffic lights in sight, and there were a number of abandoned cars, some with their doors open, others with their hoods up, the engines picked clean for spare parts. Something was familiar about the sight. Something... Rogue’s eyes narrowed as she tried to remember when she had seen this before. Had she seen this before? Or was it someone else's - no, it was definitely her memory she decided when she spotted the blue car that had saved her life.
She didn't hesitate and walked over to the pickup truck with a relieved look. Yep, it was definitely the car she had hidden under when a small hoard of zombies had passed by. She remembered the dents on the left side passenger door, the chipped blue paint. Her gloved fingers moved over the familiar truck as she walked over to sit inside on the driver's seat. It even felt the same and yet she found herself frowning. Something wasn't right. What was it? Rogue glanced around until her gaze spotted a dusty hula girl on the dashboard. That wasn't there before, she distinctly remembered thinking there was no personality in the car and had assumed it had been brand new when it had been abandoned, yet there it was, the small, plastic decoration in front of her. It wasn't just that either, she looked out at the street and it suddenly wasn't sunny. The sky was a dark grey and it was lightly drizzling, the kind of drizzle that you just knew deep down would turn into a downpour at any second.
That was it. When she'd seen this place, it hadn't been sunny at all but grey and cold and wet. After the zombies had left, Rogue had climbed out from under the truck and had locked herself inside, hoping to get some sleep as the storm passed so she and her things wouldn't get completely soaked. She hadn't seen anyone for miles that day and thought she would be safe for a few hours. And she had been until the sound of glass breaking woke her up. Rogue screamed when the door of the truck was thrown open and she was forcibly pulled out by her arms.
"Look what we got here, boys. Smaller than we thought she was."
Rogue tried not to flinch when she felt a pair of hands on both of her shoulders, heavy and secure as they kept her down on her knees but didn't succeed judging by the sound of the group's sudden laughter.
"Aww, she's shy. Come on, don't be like that, we're just being friendly."
Friendly, yeah right. She wanted to scoff but she had a feeling it wouldn't go unnoticed and despite refusing to look up from the floor, she knew she was outnumbered. Her mutation was a powerful weapon when used in the right situation but she was fully clothed, her arms were covered in a long sleeved shirt, a thick pull over hoodie over that and her hands were gloved. There was no way to use her ability and the hands on her shoulders didn't budge an inch so she couldn't even slip off her gloves. Fucking shit.
"I said look up."
Wait, what? She had missed something while she had tried to figure a way out of this mess. The next thing she felt was a tight grip on her hair right before it was harshly pulled, forcing her to look up. Rogue couldn't hold back the wince as her gaze finally met cruel green eyes.
"You don't listen too good, do you?"
Her lips thinned even as her hair was given another painful tug. She refused to answer the creep. The situation wasn't ideal but even so, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of answering him as if she owed him that much or anything at all for that matter. Entitled asshole. He arched his eyebrow expectantly as he gave her hair yet another harsh pull. Rogue hissed in pain but still refused to say a damn thing.
"Well alright, I guess I got my answer. If you're not gonna talk, there's gotta be something else that pretty mouth is good for, right fellas?"
There was a round of excited agreement as Rogue’s eyes widened in disgust and not a little fear. She struggled out of instinct, forgetting for a split second that she was being held down but was forcibly reminded that she was as both pairs of hands squeezed her shoulders and arms and kept her in place.
"Wait!" Rogue called out desperately. This wasn't going to happen, it couldn't, she wouldn't allow it.
"Oh, so now you can talk, huh? Mm, bit too late for that. I'm already excited," his hand in her hair yanked her forward and Rogue gagged as her cheek was pressed against the bulge in his jeans, "for what I have in mind."
Rogue ground her teeth, fighting back a sob that was building up in her throat. She knew that if he went ahead and tried to fuck her mouth, her mutation wouldn't let him get very far but the fact remained that she didn't want him to get anywhere at all. "That's fine," she said quickly when her head was pulled back so his hand could get access to his zipper, "but, but I. I'm a virgin." That was a lie, she hadn't been a virgin since she'd taken the cure and it had given her a temporary respite from her power. She looked up at him and she didn't have to force the blush on her cheeks as she tried going for the scared and innocent look. She wasn't trying to guilt him into stopping, she wasn't stupid enough to believe he had an ounce of compassion left, if anything, she was hoping that it would further entice him and sick bastard that he was, he did look excited about being her first.
"If, we're going to, to," Rogue purposely trailed off and looked down. She tried to keep the disgust off of her face as she took a quick breather before looking up with a bashful expression. "Can I get a kiss first? Please?"
He looked like he was considering the request and Rogue’s heart pounded in her chest with nerves. Kissing him was a better option than giving head, however brief, and it'd give her the chance to steal the gun in his holster. She was a terrible shot but the men were within a few feet of her making them easy targets, at least she hoped so. It felt like an eternity before he finally nodded with a smug look.
"Alright, guess I can do that. Wouldn't want to deny the lady her request." No, he just wanted to rape her.
Rogue bit back the sigh of relief and let herself give him a tentative smile as he gestured for the guys holding her down to let her up. Okay, she was only going to get one shot at this, she needed to do it right. Within a few short steps, she was pressed against his chest and one of his arms wrapped around the small of her back, trapping her against him. She had to keep herself from gagging when he finally leaned down to kiss her.
Even with her back to the other men, she could feel their eyes on her and it was the only reason she pressed her lips against his. She instantly felt him stiffen against her, his life energy already flowing into her, and she leaned further into the kiss to keep the others from seeing what she was doing to their leader. Just as she took control of the situation, her mind was instantly flooded with the creep's, Jimmy's, memories and she suddenly remembered that all of this already happened.
Rogue's eyes fluttered shut and when she opened them, he was standing on the edge of the highway again. The sunlight was bright and Jimmy put on a pair of sunglasses he had stolen from their last mark. It was a shame it had been a man, he'd been itching to find a pretty little thing to play with, it'd been weeks since the last one, but the poor sucker hadn't gotten off so easy either. There were a couple of guys in his group that swung that way and they'd gotten the chance to get their rocks off. Lucky shits.
Eh, he wasn't too bothered. There was always someone stupid enough to come down the highway rather than go around it. He just had to be patient and he'd find another girl to warm his bed for a few nights before he really got to play with her.