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XGO CHAPTER 24
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 10:50:39 +0000 UTCMewtwo soared through the twilight skies, his body leaving a trail of ethereal purple energy that cut through the gathering storm clouds. The psychic force around him crackled and pulsed with each labored breath as he propelled himself toward the Mutant Academy, Rogue's limp form cradled against his chest. Her skin was ashen, veins darkly visible beneath the surface—a grim reminder of how the battle had nearly claimed her.
"Hold on," he commanded telepathically, his mental voice strained with urgency. "We're almost there."
The academy's spires came into view, illuminated by security lights that pierced the encroaching darkness. Lightning flashed behind them, throwing their silhouettes into stark relief against the turbulent sky. Mewtwo descended rapidly, his telekinetic field protecting them both from the sudden downpour that began to fall.
He landed with precision in the academy's medical wing, the floor cracking slightly beneath his feet as his energy field dispersed. Medical equipment beeped and whirred around them. Rogue's injuries and the toll the battle had taken on them both.
Carefully, he laid Rogue onto the bed, his three-fingered hands moving with unexpected gentleness. The monitors immediately began tracking her vitals, each beep slower and more labored than it should be. His piercing amethyst gaze scanned her pale, weakened form as his tail swayed anxiously behind him.
Her breathing was shallow, barely disturbing the white sheet beneath her. Her skin was deathly cold, like touching marble left in winter air.
Mewtwo reached out, his fingers hovering over hers, violet energy congregating at his fingertips. The air between them hummed with potential—life force prepared for transfer.
But before he could touch her, Rogue weakly turned her head, her white-streaked hair splayed across the pillow. Her voice emerged barely a whisper, cracked and dry.
"Don't... touch me."
Her eyes, tired yet desperate, met his—emerald green against luminous violet.
"You'll die."
A single tear escaped, tracing a path down her temple before disappearing into her hair.
Mewtwo's expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in the depths of his eyes—perhaps understanding, perhaps defiance. He did not move away. Instead, his psychic aura crackled softly around his body, intensifying until it cast the entire room in a ghostly blue-purple glow. The medical instruments shuddered under the psychic pressure.
"My life force is not as fragile as a human's," he replied, his voice both telepathic and spoken aloud, resonating with a dual timbre that made the very air vibrate. "I was created and endured what others cannot."
Before she could protest further, he grasped her hand, his larger palm enveloping her gloved fingers before slipping beneath the fabric to touch skin to skin.
The effect was immediate and dramatic. A sudden rush of energy surged through her body—visible as pulsing light that traveled from their joined hands up her arm and throughout her form. Her pale complexion flushed with warmth, color blooming across her cheeks like watercolor on wet paper. Her labored breathing steadied, chest rising and falling in a stronger rhythm. The pain that had wracked her form diminished, the tension in her face easing with each passing second.
Around them, the lights flickered, dimming and brightening in response to the massive energy transfer. The monitors tracking her vitals began to stabilize, their alarming beeps transitioning to steady, healthy tones.
She blinked, her exhaustion still heavy but no longer unbearable. The darkness that had been encroaching on her vision receded. She looked up at him, gratitude shimmering in her weary gaze, fingers unconsciously tightening around his.
"Thank you..." she whispered, her voice already stronger.
But before Mewtwo could respond—
A sudden beep. Sharp, insistent, different from the medical equipment.
His watch flickered, glowing with a blue pulse that clashed with the purple aura surrounding them. The device emitted a warning tone, indicating critical power levels.
His towering form shuddered, the immense psychic energy that had transformed him into Mewtwo suddenly destabilizing. Cracks of ordinary human skin became visible through his purple exterior as the transformation fought to maintain itself.
With a burst of light that momentarily blinded Rogue—Alex collapsed.
The glow receded into his body like water down a drain, leaving behind only the unconscious form of a young man where the powerful Mewtwo had stood moments before. His watch glowing red .
Rogue's eyes widened in alarm. She caught him just before he hit the floor, her newfound strength allowing her to pull his unconscious form onto the bed beside her. His weight against her was strangely human, so different from the ethereal presence he projected as Mewtwo.
She placed a trembling hand over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath a tattered shirt. He was exhausted, his face pale and drawn, but otherwise unharmed. His White hair clung to his forehead with sweat, his features relaxed in unconsciousness—younger, somehow, and more vulnerable.
A wave of relief washed over her, followed closely by something deeper, something she wasn't ready to name.
With a tired sigh, she lay beside him, allowing her own exhaustion to finally take hold. The rain continued to fall outside, drumming a gentle rhythm against the windows. For the first time in what felt like forever—
She slept.
Rogue stirred, the warmth of sleep fading as she blinked awake. Soft morning light streamed through the window, casting golden hues across the academy's medical wing. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams, giving the sterile room an almost ethereal quality.
But something was missing. The comforting weight beside her was gone.
She turned her head—Alex was gone, leaving only a depression in the mattress where he had lain. His warmth lingered on the sheets, suggesting he hadn't been gone long.
"How are you feeling now?"
She turned to see Professor Xavier, his wheelchair gliding silently into the room. His calm gaze studied her from beneath his distinguished brow, his hands folded neatly in his lap. The morning sun glinted off his wheelchair's metal frame.
Rogue sat up slowly, still feeling the remnants of fatigue but far better than before. She adjusted the hospital gown someone had changed her into, pulling the sheet up for modesty. "I'm fine now," she said, her voice steady despite the lingering weight in her chest. "Better than I should be."
Xavier nodded, his expression unreadable but his eyes revealing a depth of concern. He wheeled closer to her bedside, the chair humming softly against the polished floor.
"Where's Alex?" she asked, her heart pounding slightly as she tried to keep her voice casual. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, betraying her anxiety.
The professor sighed, a rare moment of weariness showing on his face. A shadow passed over his features as he formulated his response. "He has chosen a different path than us."
Rogue froze, the words hitting her like physical blows. "What do you mean?"
Xavier met her gaze, his tone gentle yet firm, his telepathic presence a calming blanket around her turbulent emotions. "He's gone, Rogue. He's set out on his own journey." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "He left a message saying he needed time to understand what he's wants to do."
Her breath hitched. Her hands curled into fists, bunching the white sheets. The monitor beside her bed registered a spike in her heart rate.
"Why did you let him go?" she demanded, her voice shaking with frustration that bordered on anger. A glass of water on the bedside table trembled slightly in response to her heightened emotions. "Shouldn't you have tried to stop him?"
