"You are no longer my daughter." The man yelled across the room at the teenager crying by the door. He threw a medium sized bag and a roll of cash at her, "Leave, and never come back you abomination!"
Without another word the seventeen year old grabbed the money and the bag and ran out of the only house she's only ever knew. It hadn't even been twelve hours since what she had started to refer to as the 'incident', when she had kissed Cody for the first and last time. Her mutation had manifested at the worst possible time, it had put the boy into a coma that doctors were saying he would never wake up from.
Standing beside the road to the highway, the girl had to make a decision, one that would hopefully protect her. She had to decide which direction she would head to start her new life. She had always spoken about heading north and then heading over to Alaska. So the safest bet would be to head west, no one who knew her would ever expect her to go to California.
The first truck comes toward her; she sticks out her thumb, and the truck stops. She gathers her things and jumps into the cab. "Thanks for stopping. Ya heading west toward California?"
"I'm heading to Colorado, but you can get another truck going to California from there." The trucker says without even looking at her. "The names Daniel by the way."
"I'm…. Rogue." She says with growing confidence. Who she was may have been a murderer, but Rogue never would.
Two weeks had passed and Rogue had finally reached California. She had no money to her name nor a place to stay. She resorted to stealing, but it was inconsequential, victimless crimes. There had only been one other incident in Nevada that she was pushing back with Cody. One afternoon as she was sitting on a park bench a woman approached her. The woman was older, but not to old, maybe late 30's early 40's, she had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes that held just enough cruelty that Rogue was wear the moment her clear, clipped voice spoke to her in a British accent.
"We know what you did. And we are prepared to help you forget."
"What do you mean, you know what I did?" Rogue questioned in her soft homey voice that still twanged heavily with its Southern roots.
"About Cody, and about Danvers." The woman said conversationally, like they had known each other for a long time. Without waiting for the girl to respond she stood up and started walking away like she expected Rogue to follow, which she knew the girl would.
Thirty minutes later, the girl that was Rogue, was no more, at least for the next five years. In her place was the doll Omega.