Atrocious Acts
A/N: I went to sleep last night and dreamt this entire story. When I woke up it was as fresh in my mind, as if I had actually lived it beforehand. So while its still fresh I got started. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own, but I sure wish I did.
Rating: M (This fic will have some very graphic descriptions of rape. Can't handle, DON'T READ). STRICTLY OVER 18 PEOPLE
Synopsis: How does the mansion handle atrocious acts against one of its own?
Author: Candispring
Chapter One (1)
"Come on, chica! How long are you going to hog the bathroom? I'm going to the mall too, y'know!" Jubilee shouted through the closed door.
"I'll be out in a minute, Jubes. I promise!" Rogue shouted back.
"I hope you didn't use all the hot water! I'd like to actually smell clean at the mall."
Marie grinned at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She could just imagine the young teenager pouting at not getting her way.
Her smile faded as she once again considered her outfit.
She wore mocha hip hugging, pencil point jeans, low rise (her first ever pair), a cream halter, that stopped just above her belly button. Gold hoops dangled from her ears, her hair pulled up in a pony tail, her white bangs partially loose. She wore four gold chains at her neck (all of different lengths), the longest of which nestled in the valley of her exposed cleavage. On her feet were brown knee high boots.
'Maybe I should change,' she thought. 'I've never worn such revealing clothes before.'
"Come on, Rogue!!" Jubilee shouted again, this time banging on the door for emphasis.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"
Opening the door, she gingerly stepped from the safety of the bathroom.
Jubes jaw dropped and she remained speechless (another first!)
"So," Rogue said shyly, "what do you think? Do I look ridiculous?"
That's broke Jubes out of her phenomenal speechlessness.
"Ridiculous!! Chica, looking like that I think you are going to start World War III. It's no longer 'Rogue, X-Man' it's now officially, 'Rogue, the Cleopatra of the 21st century.' If I were a lesbian, I would so do you right now!"
Blushing, Rogue said, "I wanted you to help me with my make-up. I don't want to try that and then messing the whole look up. The girl at the mall said I should wear gold-toned make-up to highlight my 'dewy skin'. I don't own any gold-toned makeup, do you?"
"Chica, gold is a shade of yellow, of course I have gold toned make up. Now just sit in this chair and we'll fix you right up. I think I may need Kitty for this," the spritely teenager said, excitedly.
Twenty minutes later, after much squirming, squealing, giggling and laughter, Jubilee pronounced her work done.
Standing up, Rogue walked to the floor length mirror, dread and anticipation filling her gut.
Looking at her reflection she stood still in absolute shock.
"I look…" she started.
"I look…" she started again.
"You look absolutely beautiful!" Jubes said.
"Drop-dead gorgeous!" Kitty shouted, giggling.
"Scratch that! You look kick-ass, drop dead, absolutely positively gorgeous."
"You really think so, guys?" Rogue asked timidly. "I've never worn so little clothes in my life!"
"Hell yes!" Kitty replied.
"Wait till Logan sees you!" Jubes whispered.
Looking at each other the girls collapsed in laughter.