Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution. If I did there would have been much more Romy tension :)
So this first chapter I'm doing from Mystique's POV later it will probably switch some more as Mystique won't always be present but yeah...
This is my first attempt at publishing fanfiction and I guess that means I'll have to finish that too.
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
She ran. Trying to escape the flood of memories that entered her through her fingers. Clutching her head with her bare hands she couldn't separate her memories from those of the boy. The blue skinned woman watched her sympathetically from the shadows. Careful not to get too close with all her bare skin and the child's emerging powers. She wanted to reach out and comfort the girl. This blue woman knew her well. The poor child collapsed slowly against an ironwood tree as her tears flowed freely.
The blue woman, who we all know as Mystique, had never seen her cry in all her years. Mystique had raised the girl with the two-toned hair from a very young age, and was like a mother to her. Even when the child was a toddler with a skinned knee, she came back inside with a determined face and bandaged the wound. She was always so independent despite the pair's close relationship. However the woman had never mentioned any of the bizarre abilities she knew her Rogue would acquire. She knew they would come eventually but when was clouded, or so her ally, Destiny, had said.
Mystique's blue hand was ready to reach out for the girl when suddenly Rogue stood. She turned with unrecognizing eyes to the only mother she ever knew. Rogue looked scared. This was a great puzzle to Mystique, her daughter's countenance had always hidden fears and uncertainties but this was not her daughter's mind. The woman at last realized, the blonde boy's psyche was too much for Rogue's untrained power. Her daughter was lost in her own head.
The boy in Rogue's body turned and ran like a football player, not the typical gait of the agile, light-footed girl her mother knew. Mystique ran once more to keep up. Silently like the night in pursuit of her beloved child. Suddenly, Rogue vanished. Mystique turned in circles in search of the girl's streaked hair without avail. All she saw was a faint rustle of a bush and a fleeting glimpse of a dark fabric that trailed behind its wearer. Her yellow eyes traced the path of the runner to see Rogue standing in a daze in his path. She ran after the man she had not seen hoping to save Rogue from whatever diabolical plain he had laid out. Nothing good could come from a dark figure chasing a beautiful girl in the middle of the night through the forests of Mississippi.
The man was incredibly fast and agile, running silently and swiftly as he deftly sidestepped every noisy obstacle leaving Mystique tripping over her own two feet as she struggled to keep up. She emerged from the overbearing brush to see a man roughly six feet tall, clad in a long brown trench coat, metal-looking boots, and gloves, holding her Rogue who appeared to have passed out in his arms. He turned to face Mystique but without seeing her. Delicately as though her white skin was porcelain he brushed the white bangs off of Rogue's forehead. His red eyes glowed in the darkness with awe. Wait, red eyes! Mystique thought as she realized who this man was. The infamous Prince of Thieves, here to steal away her precious flower minutes after it's bloom. What the Thieves' Guild would want with Rogue, Mystique could only imagine.
"GAMBIT!" she shouted as she leapt from the brush in front of the thief. He shifted Rogue's limp form still with great care and speed into one arm at the same time drawing an ace of diamonds from his right pocket. It began to glow pink as he shifted the kinetic energy in the card.
"Ah, Raven Darkholme, is it? or are y' goin' by Mystic again?" He smirked. Gambit always smirked. It was the smirk that snagged the unknowing women and it was the smirk the stabbed into the heart of those who despised him. He was too smug. It was his most annoying trait.
"Try Mystique," she scowled.
"Well, Mystic," now Gambit was just taunting her, "I saw this belle femme from o'er there and I t'ought t' myself 'She looks très fatigue' Alors I ran over here jus' as fast as I could and sure enough I caught her 'fore she hit le terre. An' now I'm t'inkin' that y' owe m' some thanks." The Cajun twirled the glowing card tediously. Mystique seriously considered planting her heel into his forehead but knew it would result in the card's detonation and Rogue's injury. It wasn't worth the risk.
"Thank you, Gambit," Mystique's voice was almost sarcastic, "I'll be taking her now." Remy removed the glow from the card. Rogue let out a sigh that was barely audible as her eyes fluttered open. The pale skin on her bare arms and legs seemed to glow in the darkness of the night. Returning the card to his pocket the thief aided Rogue to her feet. And with a two fingered salute he vanished into the darkness.
"M-momma?" Rogue shook her head and almost fell once more, "W-where am I?" Mystique felt herself fill with relief the thief was out of sight and her daughter had finally overcome the battling psyches in her head.
"You're safe, now. It's alright," Mystique almost hugged her, then thought better of it, "Let's get you home."
Well that's all for this chapter. Reveiws would be great! Please?
Also no promises of consistency or even completion. Sorry. I'm going to go plan the rest of the story now.
~Raenia Foxglove