Hi! I will now be writing this story. The first four chapters are by the original author Demon Flame. She has given me permission to write the story now.
Life at the brotherhood house was the same as ever. Rogue would have thought that with the news that mutants walked amongst normal people that there would be hate groups stationed outside the boarding house day and night. Other than the occasional gawker there was nothing really new. The x-men's Professor had convinced the school board to allow the mutants to continue their education, but unfortunately her house mates had managed to get themselves kicked out of school. Rogue counted her lucky stars that she hadn't been with them at the time and was still begrudgingly allowed to attend.
She sometimes wondered what it would have been like if she had joined the x-men every time they asked her. But then she would quickly dismiss it, she just didn't agree with Xavier's dream that mutants could live in harmony with base lines. Sure it was a nice idea and was ideal in a perfect world, but the world wasn't perfect and dreams like that were too easy to crush in the world they did live in. She preferred to stick with reality and while she was mutant first, she would never cause a human harm unless attacked first.
Another reason she didn't join the x-men was because she really did have a lot of fun with the brotherhood boys and Wanda. She knew she wouldn't be able to get away with half the stuff they do at that fancy mansion. It's not that she hated the x-men, in fact her and Wanda got along with most of them. Occasionally she and Jean would but heads over something petty but other than that it was fine. Out of all the x-men, she was closest to Logan and Kurt.
She had found out Kurt was actually her adoptive brother from one of Mystiques many suppressed memories. They got along alright and only ever fought over her living with the brotherhood, but rogue was firm in her belief and couldn't be swayed. She and Logan had formed an odd bond that was for sure. They had met in a bar a couple months back before the whole mutant exposure thing. She had been hustling some men at pool while he had been cage fighting. After a few heated arguments he had agreed to let rogue continue her hustling though they both knew he wouldn't have been able to stop her. It was nice having him come along in case some of the more drunken men decided they wanted a piece of her.
The Brotherhood had recently received word from their fearless leader, Magneto, that his team of Acolytes would be joining them at the boarding house. Now Rogue for one didn't give two shits about it but everyone else was in an uproar. She had decided she had better things to do instead of fighting against Magneto's merry men so she had skipped out on the last battle and hadn't met any of them. Though Kitty had been sure to give her all their stats, nothing important mind you, only what they rated on a scale of one to ten.
With the exception of Sabertooth the other three were supposed to be moving in later that day. Rogue however had no intention of meeting them properly, just like when she first moved in, if they wanted to know her then they would make the effort. And those were her exact thoughts as she walked through the door of the boarding house. She made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab an apple before bypassing the living room and heading straight for the stairs. She needed to hurry and do her homework before Logan came to pick her up.
As usual she really didn't have a lot of homework and with all the psyches in her head she easily finished it in no time. She grabbed some clothes and a towel and headed toward the community bathroom down the hall from her bedroom. She was unpleased to find the door knob covered in slime, with a curl of her lip she opened it and wiped the slime on her pants, they were getting washed anyway.
"Toad! Ah find any more slime an' ah'm gonna cut out that ten foot tongue o' yo's an' hang ya with it!" she declared loud enough for the whole house to hear. She slammed the door shut behind her before locking it and proceeding with her shower.
She looked around at the bathroom; it was getting about that time for it to be cleaned again. She made a mental note to buy some pixie sticks while she was out so she could bribe and blackmail Pietro to clean the house. They all had duties when it came to maintaining the house. Due to her absorbing Forge and a few other men who were considered to be quiet the handymen, she was in charge of fixing things around the house. Lance took care of the yard, Pietro cleaned everything, Fred was the cook, Todd took out the trash and Wanda made sure Todd took showers daily. Rogue used to be in charge of this but after an incident with bleach and steel wool that sent Todd to the hospital Wanda had taken over.
After her shower Rogue returned to her tiny room to apply her makeup. Recently she had decided to go a little lighter on her face paint; the reason for this was she found it easier to entice men at the bar if she was Goth. She still favored darker cloths in Goth fashion; it just wasn't as extreme any more. Now that everyone knew she was a mutant she didn't have to worry about them trying to get close.
She checked herself out in the mirror; she had decided to wear a denim skirt with lacey black leggings that Kitty had gotten her for her birthday. She had on a black bra type shirt that showed off her stomach and a tight purple sheer shirt over it all with her infamous black gloves firmly in place. Oh yeah she was gonna draw them in like flies to honey. She smiled and heard the roar of a motorcycle coming up the street which signaled Logan was here. She glanced at her bedside clock that read 6:30, right on time.
She flung the door open and shut it again, all the boys knew not to go in her room upon pain of death but she wasn't so cruel as to tempt them so she kept her door locked and closed at all times. She raced down the stairs nearly tripping over herself in her haste and had just made it to the door when a voice from the living room called her name.
"Hey Rogue!" she stopped with her hand halfway to the door knob and leaned back so she could see into the room.
"What?" she asked.
"Are you ever going to tell us where you go every Friday night?" Lance asked, lounging on the couch next to Fred.
"Nope." She told him popping the 'p' and before he could say anything else she was out the door.
Logan was sitting in front of the drive way holding a helmet out for her. She raced toward him and swung her leg over so that she was seated behind him and slammed the helmet over her head. Then with a roar of the throttle they were speeding down the road to a new bar they had heard about.
