Rogue kept her eyes on him, not wanting him out of her sight for even a second, not trusting that he wouldn’t take complete advantage. It was pointless, however, he didn’t try to hide what he was going to do and he’d managed to keep her arm still just long enough to stick the needle into her skin. She hissed in surprise and tried to fight off the building panic. She had no idea what was in that syringe, if it would kill her or make her wish it would.
Whatever it was, the effect wasn’t immediate and it only served to set her nerves on edge. It didn’t help that all she could hear was an obnoxiously loud ticking sound in between his questions that made her want to smash the clock it was coming from. The waiting was horrible but it seemed she didn’t have to wait long at all. Rogue’s eyelids started to droop along with her head as she felt the room start to spin. Was that it? Had he simply drugged her or something? That wasn’t too bad…
Her head snapped up and her eyes widened when he was suddenly in her face, demanding her to tell him her fears. That seemed to trigger something because she wasn’t feeling so druggy anymore and the mask was far less creepy and a hell of a lot more frightening than it had been a minute ago. She shrank back into the table and turned her head away from so she could look anywhere else but that turned out to be a huge mistake. She didn’t see the room anymore and her eyes widened with horror and unshed tears. “Oh my god… no, no, no!”
She was back in the prison again but Logan was at her feet, lying on his back, eyes wide open, dull and dead. Did she, did she do that? No, this couldn’t be happening. Logan couldn’t be dead. “Logan, wake up, please wake up.” She gently shook his arm but he still wasn’t breathing. “Please wake up, you can’t be, you can’t, Logan,” her voice broke with a sob when she said his name and he still didn’t turn to look at her.
What did you do to him? Rogue glanced up and saw Laura staring at her, confusion marring her features. You touched him, she whispered with realization.
“N- no, it wasn’t my fault, please, I didn’t mean to,” Rogue tried to explain, “I barely touched him-”
You killed him, she accused Rogue. You’re not like the rest of us, you’re a fucking monster. Laura backed a few steps away from her.
“Laura, please!” She wanted Laura to hear her out, there was no way she had killed Logan, they just had to wait for his body to heal itself. If Laura would only stop and listen. Rogue reached out with the intent of making her stop but as soon as her hand touched Laura’s shoulder, she realized her hands were bare. She’d only touched her for a few seconds but that was enough, Laura’s mouth dropped open in surprise and her veins blackened and bulged before she hit the floor next to Logan, her eyes open and just as empty as his.
Rogue struggled against the restraints as she screamed Laura’s name at the wall. She shrank back against the table again, muttering to herself that she needed to run before she hurt anyone else. Then her gaze seemed to focus on someone else and she shook her head furiously.
“No! Don’t touch me! Get away from me! Stop! Stop!” She sagged against the restraints, tears flowing down her cheeks. “I told you not to, my mutation, why didn’t you,” she cried.