"You afraid?" A faint whisper reached her ears and she turned to look at the owner of the voice, her emeralds searched for the eyes of her companion as the lights were slowly going down.
"O' what, sugah?" Asked the auburn haired woman, tilting her head slightly to one side, she started considering the young mutant, but suddenly the eerie darkness closed in around them.
"Dying." Her teammate's voice cracked as the single word she had uttered faded into the intense, heavy blackness surrounding the two trapped women. Rogue heard how the girl swallowed down her dreadful anxiety.
There were some things the southern belle feared the most. Painful betrayals, her poisonous skin, never learning to control her dangerous powers, savage psyches taking over her mind and causing deaths of people she loved dearly. The strong X-woman had many insecurities and phobias, they accompanied her every move, they followed her like ghostly shadows wherever she went, but she learned to ignore these strong, bitter feelings.
The young mutant was nervously waiting for an answer, uneasy tension filled the air between them.
"No." Rogue finally broke the gloomy silence that had descended upon the X-women.
"Ah am half past dead since before Ah was born." Said the southern belle with a flat voice. She indeed was far from ever feeling alive.
Art isn't mine, all the credit goes tah the talented artist. “Death may call any moment. Every moment, everyone is nearing death.”