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Hello again everyone! I have posted this series before, without a whole lot of luck. I am sorry to say it still isn't complete, but I am working on it. I am hoping this round that I will have more success with reviews and ideas. Hope you enjoy!

The Rogue and Kitty Files

Pilot episode: A Rogue Spies a Cat

Though the moon was out, it barely showed through the foggy night. The cold wind beat down on the girl's face as she cautiously walked the streets of New York City.

The girl was young, no older than fifteen, her clothes slowly becoming worn and hanging off her thin shivering form, showing signs that she had not changed nor eaten much within the last week or two. Her shoulder-length brown hair, dirty and tangled, flowed in the cold wind; hitting her shoulders when it came back down. As she walked, trying to find shelter, she couldn't help but wonder back to how she had ended up this way.

She hadn't always lived on the streets, only for a month or so. It hadn't been so bad at first; of course that was still during summer when all of the trouble had started.

It was an unusually hot and humid day for November, and though it was bright and sunny, the girl had a very bad feeling about what the day was to bring.

She loved both her parents, her mother was sweet and kind, making sure her daughter was always taken care of; her father was harsh and cruel, not only towards her mother but towards herself as well, still, she loved him too.

On this particular day her parents had left her alone at home, to tend to their own businesses. Both her father and mother were in the business of gangs, only they were both enemies.

They knew of each other's gangs before they were married, but for the two young adults it was love at first sight and nothing was going to stop them. Unfortunately, their love did not help them prevail, because once you're in a gang, the gang becomes first in your life, and their rules are the only ones that apply to you.

Kitty's father took this to heart and before long, tried to take Blood out, abused her mother, and treated Kitty the same way he would treat an insubordinate in his gang. Kitty's mother fought hard to keep the family together and to make things work. She fought even harder to keep Kitty safe; taking most of what her daughter would get, but in the end it was useless.

Her father owns one the most dangerous gangs that she knows of, called Cryps. Her mother owned a strong but non-violent gang, called Blood. They only fought to protect themselves.

"That's probably why it happened," she thought bitterly. "Mother would still be here if they were better trained and more prepared. And giving me her gang?" her thoughts drifting even further. "What I am going to do with them? I'm no leader. Ugh, when I get my hands on my father."

As the wind began to blow harder, the young girl saw smoke come from an alleyway about ten-feet ahead of her. The night air was getting colder and colder, so she decided to head towards it and hope whoever was keeping the fire would allow her stay, if only just to get warm.

Making it to her destination, the girl quietly peered into the alley; even with the fire it was still dark enough to where she couldn't make much more out than the flames itself and part of the walls surrounding it.

She cautiously made her way near the blaze, and then she sat down thinking that since no one had made themselves known, whoever had built the fire must be long gone.

Sitting there alone though, she couldn't help but feel that she was being watched. Looking around, trying to adjust her eyes enough to see into the darkness, she barely caught sight of a flying pebble before it hit her right between the eyes. The hit was hard but not enough to knock her out; although whoever had hit her obviously knew what they were doing and were trying to warn her off.

"Ouch!" she cried out, raising her hand to rub where she had been hit.

Before she could regain her senses to leave, another small rock flew out of the darkness hitting her again; slightly harder this time. She tried to rise, but before she could another pebble struck her, and another. One right after the other flew towards her, not as hard as the first one but enough to sting a great deal.

She decided to teach the person a lesson, instead of running she turned her power on and allowed the stones to pass through her, hoping the person who was attacking her would come out and run or at least back off.

Soon the pebbles stopped and the girl thought that her plan had worked, but instead of someone running away or whoever it was simply backing off and allowing her space, a figure slowly stepped out of the darkness looking angrily towards the intruder. Not at all afraid like she would have thought.

Gradually, the form came out into lighted area, where the girl could make out more features.

The figure, as it turns out, was also a girl. With two-toned hair, pale white skin and fierce emerald green eyes. The girl looked maybe a year older than herself, and she appeared to have been on the streets much longer as well.

The two girls stared at each other, one with a piercing look and the other with a fearful gaze, until suddenly the figure threw another pebble landing directly on the girl's cheek, snapping her out of her daze. With great precision, the pebbles kept coming, until the girl yet again used her power.

"Who are you and what do you want?" the figure asked with a snarl.

"I'm Kitty, Kitty Pryde." said the girl fearfully, rubbing where the stones had hit. "And I was just trying to get warm. I didn't see you, I thought whoever built the fire had left."

"Well, as you can now see, I'm still here," said the figure a little more calmly. "And if to get warm is all you want, you may stay. But only until then."

Kitty nodded.

They sat in silence for a few moments, and slowly Kitty began to lose a little of her fear. Finally, her curiosity won out and she asked cautiously of the other girl, "What's your name?"

The other looked up at her, fierce green eyes meeting ocean blue, trying to figure out if she actually cared or if she was just trying to keep away the silence. Finally satisfied with what she found, she hesitantly said, "Rogue."

"Hmm, nice to meet you," Kitty said, offering her hand to shake.

Instead of raising her own hand to meet Kitty's, Rogue drew hers back further, though still keeping a close eye on the girl that had intruded on her alley.

Confused, Kitty lowered her hand and asked, "So, why were you sitting in the dark and so far from the fire? Aren't you cold or were you just hiding so you could get a better attack on me?"

"I wasn't hiding, I was sleeping. You woke me up when you came in here." Rogue replied. "And I am slightly chilly, but I'm wearing more than you, so therefore I'm not as cold as you are."

"Oh…"

"You're new at this game, aren't you?" she asked, smirking. "How long have you been out here, kid?"

"I'm not a kid, I'm probably not even a year younger than you," Kitty answered defensively. "And I've been out here for a couple months. Since November." She lifted her delicate chin, defiantly glaring at Rogue.

"I see. Why are you out here? Did you run away or were you chased away?" asked Rogue, seeming partly interested despite her best efforts.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, either you ran away from something or someone; or someone chased you away. Which, either way, you're still running."

"For your information, it's none of your business," Kitty said, sad but calm.

"Whoa princess, don't cry on me or anything; and if you're going to stay with me, it is my business," said Rogue. "You didn't kill anybody did you? Or show off that lovely little gift to any humans? 'Cause that would be bad and just so you know you got lucky that I'm not one," she continued, not realizing the information she was giving away.

"You have gifts too? What is it? Having the ability to throw rocks with great precision," Kitty playfully mocked, remembering the assault from earlier.

"No, but I can tell you it's not putting up with kids like you. Nighty-night, sweet pea." Rogue smirked as she got up from her place in front of Kitty, making her way towards the unsuspecting, younger girl as she pulled off her glove and touched her. The young mutant was knocked out cold before she could even question what the older girl meant.

Suddenly Rogue was hit with the rush of Kitty's memories. Seeing all she had been through and what she was going to take on, Rogue understood what Kitty was going through to a certain extent. She herself has had it pretty rough for most her life, but unlike Kitty she almost always had somebody to fall back on and teach her things. Of course, she no longer needed someone to teach her things, for they were already taught, and rarely did she need or want someone to fall back on for support, but she still had had someone.

Rogue decided to take in her intruder and give her a hand, teach her a few things that she would most definitely need if she was going to take over her mother's gang. Of course, Rogue had heard of Blood before, it was kind of like her own in a lot of ways but Rogue's knew how to fight. All her people were trained from an early age how to defend themselves, as well as attack when the need arose.

Blood was trained to defend but not as well as they clearly needed, for they were nearly wiped out. If Rogue was reading the memories correctly, it was Kitty's own fathers fault.

Cautiously, Rogue picked up her new 'protégé', whether Kitty knew or agreed to it or not, and brought her into where she was staying before. Gently, she laid the girl down and covered her with the only blanket.

Rogue kept watch, still looking through all the memories. Little did either know that what started out as a simple talk would be the beginning of a long friendship, which would be full of heartfelt-ness, hardship, and adventure.

The End?

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