Disclaimer: Don't own them, never did. Wish I did, but I don't.
K, this is a story that I started a while back ago, and never finished. I never really liked the format and such that I posted it under, so I decided to redo it. I have been sick as of late, and I haven't really got to get to the computer. Sux, yeah, I know.
This, is very AU. Rogue will be joining the Brotherhood, I jus haven't gotten that far yet. It will take different angles. One time it will be POV, then flashback, then 3rd person. It's gonna be confusing people, but from how much I writen, (writen not posted) It looks really good, so please be patient. I promise nuthin but quaility in my writing, (yeah right!) Well, on with the story.
Oh yeah, I suck at accents
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NEW START
CHAPTER 1: POINTS OF VIEW
\\ Indicate flashback // * Indicate thought *
Rogue's POV
Ah have been on mah own fer about two months now. Needless ta say, living in a house with three boys is a HUGE change. That's getting ahead of mahself though. Like ah said before, it has been two months since ah ran away from mah "home". Away from tha terror, away from tha abuse.
Mah mother died when ah was only foh, she had been sick foh a long time, but I neva thought she would die. It still hurts. Having no otha living relative, ah ended up living with mah stepfatha (1)Roger as mah legal gaurdian. Mah real fatha skipped out on mama when he found out about meh.
Ah can remember when mah mother was alive, Roger was always so nice ta her and meh. A few months after tha funeral he began ta drink. Not long afta the drinkin started, he lost his job. Afta he lost his job, he started beatin meh. Like it was mah fault she was dead, mah fault he lost his job. At first, it started small. Light slaps an hurtful jabs ta mah self-esteem. Ova time it became more violent. With tha abuse came scars, both phsycally and mentally.
\\ The huge bus dropped the girl off in front of her delapitated house. Not much to look at, but it was all her father could afford. Looking at the girl, you would assume her to be a normal 10 year old girl with abnormal white stripes running through her short mouse brown hair.
Though only 10 years old, (2)Marie D'Ancanto was a lot older mentally than physically. She had survived her mothers death and her stepfathers constant abuse. She practically lived alone, and always took care of herself. As she slowly climbed the broken stairs to her small room at the end of the hall, she felt relived that for now she was alone. Later that night, her "father" would return home, drunk no less, and her nightly hell would once agian begin.
Looking around her small room the first thing you would notice is the stained bare walls and the sagging bed in the corner. She only really had two possesions to her name. Her clothes, and a small picture of her mother which she carried everywhere with her. It was the only thing that kept her going. When she looked at it, her mother would stare into her eyes. Her soft brown eyes staring into her daughters deep green orbs. They looked so much alike, same hair, same face. She missed her so much.
With the picture beside her, the girl sat in the corner of her room and quietly did her homework. //
Ah can remeber those queit times sitting in mah room, missing her, fearing him. Ah guess all that is behind meh now though. Ah still have nightmares though. Ah dream about tha day mah mother died and tha way he used to smell. Ah can't even remember mah mothers name. Is that wrong? Not ta know who she was? Ah can always feel tha way she used ta hug meh though. So soft an warm, so loving. Ah remember tha way her hair used to tickle meh on tha cheek when she would kiss me goodnight, the way she used ta tell meh "I love you". It hurts ta think of mah past, but it hurts even more ta think of her.
Even though ah split after mah mutation manifested, life did not get any easier. Ah lived on tha streets for what felt lahk forever. Sleepin under bridges, stealin food, it sucked. On tha bright side though, ah got ta see a lot of thangs ah neva thought ah woud eva get ta see. Mah favorite out of all though, New York. Tha tall buildings, tha lights, but most of all tha Statue of Liberty. Ah had ta cry at tha site of it. Fer some people it reprsents freedom. Fer some it's jus anotha statue ta stare at, ah pity tha poor fool who see's it that way. Fer meh, tha site of it filled meh with hope. This was gonna be tha start of mah new life. It reminded meh of just how free ah really was, ah was here, and ah was nevah going back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(1)Roger- don't know what her fathers real name is, (does anybody?) So I just improvised. Roger was this really mean kid in school that I knew, so I made him the bad guy.
(2)Marie D'Ancanto is Rogue's supposed name in the movie (for those of ya'll who don't know) I like it, so I put it in there.
My sucky accent dictionary: (for those of you would couls not read my accent)
Ah - I
meh - me
foh - for/four
mah - my
jus - just
ta - to
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DA, DA, DA! Clifhanger!! Not really, but I am gonna put more up. Next chappy will have Rogue at the Brotherhood, and a new approach at how she got there. I'm still working on the next chapter, this one was a bitch to write. It WILL eventually be a romance, but I am still not sure what direction I am gonna take to get it there. This wil remain untitled for now, I can't think of anything to call it. Sorry about the accent, I did warn ya about it. Well, Review and tell me what you think. Flamers will be taken to the alley and beaten soundly! Jus Joshin! Or am I? ; )
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
K, this is a story that I started a while back ago, and never finished. I never really liked the format and such that I posted it under, so I decided to redo it. I have been sick as of late, and I haven't really got to get to the computer. Sux, yeah, I know.
This, is very AU. Rogue will be joining the Brotherhood, I jus haven't gotten that far yet. It will take different angles. One time it will be POV, then flashback, then 3rd person. It's gonna be confusing people, but from how much I writen, (writen not posted) It looks really good, so please be patient. I promise nuthin but quaility in my writing, (yeah right!) Well, on with the story.
Oh yeah, I suck at accents
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NEW START
CHAPTER 1: POINTS OF VIEW
\\ Indicate flashback // * Indicate thought *
Rogue's POV
Ah have been on mah own fer about two months now. Needless ta say, living in a house with three boys is a HUGE change. That's getting ahead of mahself though. Like ah said before, it has been two months since ah ran away from mah "home". Away from tha terror, away from tha abuse.
Mah mother died when ah was only foh, she had been sick foh a long time, but I neva thought she would die. It still hurts. Having no otha living relative, ah ended up living with mah stepfatha (1)Roger as mah legal gaurdian. Mah real fatha skipped out on mama when he found out about meh.
Ah can remember when mah mother was alive, Roger was always so nice ta her and meh. A few months after tha funeral he began ta drink. Not long afta the drinkin started, he lost his job. Afta he lost his job, he started beatin meh. Like it was mah fault she was dead, mah fault he lost his job. At first, it started small. Light slaps an hurtful jabs ta mah self-esteem. Ova time it became more violent. With tha abuse came scars, both phsycally and mentally.
\\ The huge bus dropped the girl off in front of her delapitated house. Not much to look at, but it was all her father could afford. Looking at the girl, you would assume her to be a normal 10 year old girl with abnormal white stripes running through her short mouse brown hair.
Though only 10 years old, (2)Marie D'Ancanto was a lot older mentally than physically. She had survived her mothers death and her stepfathers constant abuse. She practically lived alone, and always took care of herself. As she slowly climbed the broken stairs to her small room at the end of the hall, she felt relived that for now she was alone. Later that night, her "father" would return home, drunk no less, and her nightly hell would once agian begin.
Looking around her small room the first thing you would notice is the stained bare walls and the sagging bed in the corner. She only really had two possesions to her name. Her clothes, and a small picture of her mother which she carried everywhere with her. It was the only thing that kept her going. When she looked at it, her mother would stare into her eyes. Her soft brown eyes staring into her daughters deep green orbs. They looked so much alike, same hair, same face. She missed her so much.
With the picture beside her, the girl sat in the corner of her room and quietly did her homework. //
Ah can remeber those queit times sitting in mah room, missing her, fearing him. Ah guess all that is behind meh now though. Ah still have nightmares though. Ah dream about tha day mah mother died and tha way he used to smell. Ah can't even remember mah mothers name. Is that wrong? Not ta know who she was? Ah can always feel tha way she used ta hug meh though. So soft an warm, so loving. Ah remember tha way her hair used to tickle meh on tha cheek when she would kiss me goodnight, the way she used ta tell meh "I love you". It hurts ta think of mah past, but it hurts even more ta think of her.
Even though ah split after mah mutation manifested, life did not get any easier. Ah lived on tha streets for what felt lahk forever. Sleepin under bridges, stealin food, it sucked. On tha bright side though, ah got ta see a lot of thangs ah neva thought ah woud eva get ta see. Mah favorite out of all though, New York. Tha tall buildings, tha lights, but most of all tha Statue of Liberty. Ah had ta cry at tha site of it. Fer some people it reprsents freedom. Fer some it's jus anotha statue ta stare at, ah pity tha poor fool who see's it that way. Fer meh, tha site of it filled meh with hope. This was gonna be tha start of mah new life. It reminded meh of just how free ah really was, ah was here, and ah was nevah going back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(1)Roger- don't know what her fathers real name is, (does anybody?) So I just improvised. Roger was this really mean kid in school that I knew, so I made him the bad guy.
(2)Marie D'Ancanto is Rogue's supposed name in the movie (for those of ya'll who don't know) I like it, so I put it in there.
My sucky accent dictionary: (for those of you would couls not read my accent)
Ah - I
meh - me
foh - for/four
mah - my
jus - just
ta - to
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DA, DA, DA! Clifhanger!! Not really, but I am gonna put more up. Next chappy will have Rogue at the Brotherhood, and a new approach at how she got there. I'm still working on the next chapter, this one was a bitch to write. It WILL eventually be a romance, but I am still not sure what direction I am gonna take to get it there. This wil remain untitled for now, I can't think of anything to call it. Sorry about the accent, I did warn ya about it. Well, Review and tell me what you think. Flamers will be taken to the alley and beaten soundly! Jus Joshin! Or am I? ; )
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~