Disclaimer: Okay, people, you know the drill. I don't own X-men. I don't
even own a dog. Besides, if I did, I'd be working on X3 right now instead
of posting a fan fiction on here.
A/N: Hey. I just wanna let you know, this is my first time posting a fanfic. I've written a bunch, but haven't had the courage to post them. Reviews, even flames, are completely welcome.
Now, let's get on with the show.
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A girl about the age of 18 sat alone on a bench one night in the middle of Central Park. She held her knees close to her chest and listened to the sounds of nature all around her. Two white streaks hung down on her face. As she watched them flow with the wind, she thought of how she got them. Even though she vaguely remembered that day, the most unforgettable feeling still plagued her - the feeling of death. Sometimes, she wondered if she should have stayed. When those times came, she thought of everything she'd left behind. She thought of Logan, her first true friend since she's been a mutant. There were times when he stood up for her and times when she stood up for him. But that was basically the way things worked between the two. Sure, they shared a special unspoken bond and she understood him, but it was never the other way around.
It was the same with Bobby, her exboyfriend. He hung around her a lot and even kissed her once, but he never really understood her.
It was the same with just about everyone at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Well, just about everyone. There were two people there who could understand her, who could understand what she had been going through all this time, all these years. Sadly, only one of them lived now – Professor Charles Xavier. Jean Grey, the diseased member of the X-men, was the other. Both of them were telepathic. That means that they could read other people's minds.
At Alkali Lake, they were trying to stop a madman, William Stryker, from destroying the entire mutant race. They succeeded, but at the cost of Dr. Grey's life. Since that day, nothing was ever the same – not for her, nor Xavier, nor anyone else for that matter.
But the past is in the past. No one can change that.
Rogue got up and grabbed her army green messenger bag, which had been given to her by another one of the X-men, Storm. Storm, who's real name is Ororo Monroe, had always been nice to Rogue. Even after Jean's death - even after her powers went crazy. Yup, Ororo was a really good person. But sometimes one good person just isn't enough.
"Lately one good person is never enough." Rogue said to herself as she slung the bag over her head and began walking to the nearby coffee shop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, I know it's short, but I wanted to see you guy's reaction to the first chapter before I put in longer chapters. Also, I'm having trouble with the pairings. If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to tell me. Oh, and don't forget to review! Thanks-
Academia
A/N: Hey. I just wanna let you know, this is my first time posting a fanfic. I've written a bunch, but haven't had the courage to post them. Reviews, even flames, are completely welcome.
Now, let's get on with the show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A girl about the age of 18 sat alone on a bench one night in the middle of Central Park. She held her knees close to her chest and listened to the sounds of nature all around her. Two white streaks hung down on her face. As she watched them flow with the wind, she thought of how she got them. Even though she vaguely remembered that day, the most unforgettable feeling still plagued her - the feeling of death. Sometimes, she wondered if she should have stayed. When those times came, she thought of everything she'd left behind. She thought of Logan, her first true friend since she's been a mutant. There were times when he stood up for her and times when she stood up for him. But that was basically the way things worked between the two. Sure, they shared a special unspoken bond and she understood him, but it was never the other way around.
It was the same with Bobby, her exboyfriend. He hung around her a lot and even kissed her once, but he never really understood her.
It was the same with just about everyone at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Well, just about everyone. There were two people there who could understand her, who could understand what she had been going through all this time, all these years. Sadly, only one of them lived now – Professor Charles Xavier. Jean Grey, the diseased member of the X-men, was the other. Both of them were telepathic. That means that they could read other people's minds.
At Alkali Lake, they were trying to stop a madman, William Stryker, from destroying the entire mutant race. They succeeded, but at the cost of Dr. Grey's life. Since that day, nothing was ever the same – not for her, nor Xavier, nor anyone else for that matter.
But the past is in the past. No one can change that.
Rogue got up and grabbed her army green messenger bag, which had been given to her by another one of the X-men, Storm. Storm, who's real name is Ororo Monroe, had always been nice to Rogue. Even after Jean's death - even after her powers went crazy. Yup, Ororo was a really good person. But sometimes one good person just isn't enough.
"Lately one good person is never enough." Rogue said to herself as she slung the bag over her head and began walking to the nearby coffee shop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, I know it's short, but I wanted to see you guy's reaction to the first chapter before I put in longer chapters. Also, I'm having trouble with the pairings. If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to tell me. Oh, and don't forget to review! Thanks-
Academia