Destiny's Path
Prologue
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Dark damp corridors surrounded her. Routine mission they said. Well no one had planned it to get this out of hand. It had been at least half an hour since the X-man that was known as only Rogue had lost contact with her teammates.
This whole disaster had started off as a simple recruiting mission. One sunny day, Cerebro had detected a mutant signal, somewhere in the humid swamp country in southern Louisiana. It had sounded simple enough to go down there and see what it was all about exactly. Find the mutant; give him the offer of joining the X-men.
Having a place to sleep and eat as long as he pranced around in a spandex suit exercising one's flamboyant side while fighting evildoers around the world... didn't sound too bad, right?
Rogue sometimes wondered if the professor wasn't telling them something. Old bold guy in a wheelchair housing a house of mutant teens under the pretext of it being a type of boarding school. Too bad no one knew about what was in the basement. Here's a hint, it ain't a chapel built with dead bodies pinned to the walls.
For what seemed the fifth time in the past minute, Rogue checked the transmission signal on the communicator.
Still dead.
She sighed in frustration as she once again started walking through the maze of hallways that were part of the secret facility that her and the rest of the X-men had found themselves in.
Aftah this fiasco, ah highly doubt they'll evah let Scott an' Jean lead a mission again thought the southern Goth with a sigh. Not that it really mattered to her. Life seemed pretty pointless ever since the oh so faithful day when her powers manifested.
Or more like her curse.
To Rogue, life was just a repetitive set of black and white slides. Every day, it was the same thing. Wake up, go to school, come back and do any homework worth doing, and go back to sleep.
Not much to look forward to.
And then, of course, Apocalypse had to happen. Like it wasn't hard enough to go through life unable to touch and being feared as a mutant. Oh no, now even those people that one could somewhat call friends possessed a mild disliked tinted by uncontrollable fear. They all thought she'd go crazy one day and kill them all. And to add to it all, Kurt hated her guts more or less from the Mystique incident a while back.
Again, not that much to look forward to.
Rogue snapped out of her thoughts immediately, after hearing a sound that came from further down the corridor. She took cautious steps, careful not to make a sound. As she slowly turned a corner, she took one of her gloves off preparing to attack if necessary. But there was nothing there except a door facing her. She decided to take the risk and go through it. After all she liked to live dangerously.
Rogue placed a gloved hand over the knob and mentally counted to ten before abruptly opening the door and jumping into a defensive stance. There was no one in the room except for a young man. He was tied to a wooden chair, with both arms tightly secured behind his back.
Rogue decided this was the mutant since so far, it had been the only life form that she had come across in the facility of unknown origins. The young man looked to be no older than twenty-one. His head was dropped so Rogue couldn't quite make out his features apart from the longish brown hair and tanned skin. She cautiously walked towards him, studying the rope that held him. She decided it wouldn't be hard to turn him loose. She walked behind the chair and started to undo the knots when he seemed to fall out of his trance. He slowly raised his head, gazing at her warily.
She suppressed a gasp of shock as her emerald gaze made contact with his red on black eyes.
Demon's eyes.
They burned like the fires of hell, as he indifferently looked her up and down.
"Who are y'?" he finally asked.
"Won't it sound cliché if ah said ah was a friend?" she replied, answering his question with a question.
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Hey everyone!!…so I'm back...again. I just sorta stopped writing/reading fanfiction…like full stop. Life suddenly decided to take its toll. And I know its' not completely true when you say "Oh I was just soo busy" but it's sorta like, I was so busy, that when I actually did have spare time, I didn't particularly feel like reading or writing anything. Maybe it's severe loss of brain cells…however that's a whole different story in itself. Point being however, one day I just got a random email form and I realized OMG…I remember by ROMY obsession. SO I logged onto my old account and found this lil document saved, and it really did bring back cold memories and ideas…so I decided what the hell…why not give it a go..SO yeah…there's the story of my life. However, I want all of you wonderful readers to tell me what you think! I really, REALLy love to read ur reviews…like REALLY…And honestly, not getting any reviews will just make me completely disappear for another 2 years…sooo plz good/bad input is greatly appreciated…so tell me…shall I continue, ou non?