Author's Notes: This Story focuses on Rogue and an OC I created, but that does not mean that this story has Romance between Rogue and my OC. Unless that is what people want. I kind of doubt that.
Anyway, I'm raving. I created this story to test out a few OCs. Please tell me what you think of them. The first few chapters will focus on my main OC and the rest will come in later. Please enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from X-Men Evolution. I don't own any money for that matter, so suing me would get you nothing anyway.
Below is a better summary of my story.
The X-Men take in a young mutant with a dark past. He is known only as Nightmare. His life has been full of pain and bloodshed. Now he hopes to do good in his life. At the institute he befriends the mutant known only as Rogue. He learns her secrets and knows the truth about her. However the past of the young mutant soon catches up with him. The X-Men find themselves in a battle with a group of killers, all unique, and very intelligent.
To make matters worse Trask has returned with a plot to destroy the X-Men. It is now up to Rogue and Nightmare to stop Trask's plan, and battle the group of killers. It's an all out war between good and evil. Who will be the victor?
Now enjoy my story
They say that I am none other than a madman locked away in a cell. I am nothing more than an animal that needs to be put down. But they don't know. They don't understand.
With my blood stained hands, I ended the lives of the cruel and the wicked. Their screams were nothing to me. The glorious taste of death is still present in my mind.
I have done terrible things. My brain is tainted with the people I have hurt, but I must redeem myself. I must hold on to the last piece of humanity I have left.
And soon I will be free of these walls.
Rogue watched the many people move by her as she sifted through her locker. It had been a long day at school and with out a doubt it was only going to get longer. She wished it would go by quickly, but she knew that it would be unlikely.
When she finally grabbed the books she needed she stuffed them into her bag, but she did not leave for class quite yet. She stood by her locker and waited. It didn't matter if she was late for class. All she wanted was to catch a quick glimpse of him.
The mutant known as Remy had moved to the institute a short time after the defeat of Apocalypse. The metal hulk, Piotr accompanied him, during his arrival.
As was suspected, Magneto was not at all happy about loosing two of his strongest team members, but strangely enough, he did not deny them to leave.
During the short time that Remy joined the X-Men, Rogue had developed a crush on him. However she was afraid to let him know. But today was going to be different.
The High School had arranged a dance that was coming up in a week. Rogue had debated it for quite some time and finally made a decision. She was going to ask Remy to the dance.
The Goth stood in wait for the former thief to make himself present. She was very nervous. She never really asked a person out before.
As she stood a familiar voice came from her side.
"Like, aren't you suppose to be getting to class?"
Rogue turned and saw Kitty Pride standing next to her. She had on her usual smile as if she thought the whole world was wonderful. Poor girl was always in denial.
"So what are you waiting for," she asked the Goth as the two watched the river of students flow passed them.
"You know who Ah'm waiting for," Rogue stated.
Kitty was the only person at the instituted who knew about Rogue's crush on Remy. Rogue had to pretty much threaten her within an inch of her life to get her to not tell anyone.
Of course that did not mean the prep still didn't tease Rogue about it. Luckily she wasn't planing on doing that today. She could see how nervous the Goth was.
"Rogue, calmed down," she said trying to put her pale friend at ease.
"Ah can't," Rogue claimed. "Ah've never done something like this before. Ah don't know why Ah'm even bothering to ask him out. Ah won't be able to touch him at all. Why would he want to be with a person he can't even lay his hands on?"
"Just relax," Kitty said. "I don't think he cares if you can touch him, or not. Everything will be fine. Just keep your cool and it should go by well."
Rogue took a deep breath and said, "Ah'll try."
"He's a monster," the doctor said as Professor Xavier and Ororo sat in his office. "A pure psychopathic patient. He's such a rare breed of it though, I've never seen a madman quite like him before."
Charles Xavier listened to the man as he spoke. He had been talking to Dr. Philips, the head of the Bayeville Psychiatric Hospital, for about an hour now. He wanted to make sure he received all the details about the patient he had been keeping an eye on.
About three weeks ago, while on Cerebro he had detected a form of mutant that he had never seen before. When doing a DNA check he had found that this mutant did not have the typical X-gene within it. There was something else that was different about him.
After searching for him he discovered that he was in the high security ward of this very hospital he was in now.
He had mentioned this mutant to his students, and they did not seem very satisfied when Charles suggested they put him under his care.
However he had come to this Hospital a few times to discuss the terms of the young mans transfer to the Institute. And every time Charles was there he looked within the mutant's mind. He could not see much, but he could sense a sign of gentleness within his mind. But strangely he never saw the boy once.
Also he assumed the young man could be trusted because of the reason he was convicted.
This mutant was a vigilante. He only killed murders, rapists, and people of that nature. Not one innocent soul was on his list.
Dr. Philips continued to talk.
"I've had a few sessions with him before. He refuses to cooperate. I doubt that when you see him today he will be willing to talk to you."
"It's alright," Charles said. "We just want to let him know about our arrangement and that we will be taking him home tomorrow."
"Alright," Dr. Philips said. "It's your funeral If you will just follow me, I'll lead you to his cell."
The doctor left the room with Xavier and Ororo following him.
He continued speaking as they walked to the elevator.
"I'll never forget the night he was brought in by the police. He was wearing a rather odd outfit. When the staff tried to take it off and replace it with the usual hospital clothing, he broke two men's arms. Ever since that day we just let him keep it on."
He pushed the button on the elevator and waited for it to come.
"Are you sure you're ready to deal with this young man," the doctor asked as they waited.
Ororo was the one to answer the question. "We don't want to waist any more of the hospital's time, which is why we scheduled this meeting session before we took him in."
"Very well then," said Dr. Philips as the elevator door opened and allowed them to step on. "Let us just go over the safety procedure."
They all entered the elevator and the doctor pushed the down button.
"Do not approach the cell, and stay on the right side of the cell block as you walk down. What ever you do don't give anything to him except the form that will put him under your care. And even when you do that be very careful."
The elevator soon came to a stop and the door opened. The three of them made their way down the dark hallway.
Dr. Philips continued to speak.
"You must forgive my paranoia, it's just that we can't take any chances with this patient. A month or two ago he got into a fight with one of the inmates."
"Every now and again we let the patients walk around in a special secluded area outside that's fenced off. One of the inmates that every body calls Sledge started pushing my patient around."
"Sledge always bragged that he was the strongest person in the asylum, and he kept on pushing how he killed four people with his bare hands."
"Well, as I was saying he started pushing my patient around and the two began to fight. When it was all over Sledge was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. The medical staff managed to save his left eye, and rewire his jaw, but other than that he's not a pretty sight."
After that statement Ororo looked nervously over to Xavier. She leaned closer to him so the doctor would not hear the conversation.
"Charles, are you sure it's a good idea to bring him back to the institute?"
Charles understood why Ororo was worried. All the students were not very happy about letting someone from a mental institution into their home. Still the Prof. thought it necessary to do so.
"Ororo," he stated, "I have never denied a mutant help. And I cannot allow this mutant to be all alone with his powers."
Dr. Philips finally led the two mutants to the maximum-security ward. Three guards stood watch over the inmates in a secluded room through video monitors.
One of the guards saw Dr. Philips and opened the door from inside the room.
The doctor held the door open for Ororo and Xavier as he said, "welcome to where New York dumps its worst fears. Remember, be careful."
Xavier wheeled himself down the corridor with Ororo right behind him. As they moved they saw the many inmates placed behind bars.
Some of them walked back and forth talking to themselves. Others were sitting in the corners of their cells, rocking back and forth.
Ororo jumped at the sight of one of the prisoners as he jumped at her and banged against the bars.
He hissed at her and said, "I want to see your guts."
She tried her best to ignore him, but he still called to her after she passed. Yelling the most unpleasant things.
In no time they passed another patient. He sat on his bed rocking back and forth as he talked to himself.
The two mutants could hear his ravings.
"No way, No way, God Damn it I can't take this shit. I didn't kill her. I didn't do nothing wrong. She was whore; she had it coming to her. I don't belong in here. All I did was kill a whore."
Ororo and Xavier hurried by this patient.
At last the made it to the final cell on the left. They stood in front of it ready to speak to the young man inside.
He stood in the dead center of his cell; his back to his visitors. Unlike the other patients he was not talking to himself. He seemed very calm.
Now even Xavier was about to feel a little nervous. He took a deep breath before calling to the boy. Sadly the boy's real name was unknown to the doctors at the sanitarium. So he had to use the rather odd nickname he had.
"Nightmare," he said, trying to sound as if he wasn't nervous.
The boy turned to him, and they finally got a good look of the outfit he was wearing.
It was a black cloak with a hood. The cloak was long and covered his whole body all the way to the floor. His face was covered with a mask made of simple black cloth that made it seem like the hood was hollow and filled with nothing but shadow.
On his hands he wore black gloves made from a smooth black fabric. And around his waist was an odd belt. Unlike the cloak it was dark brown. On each side were strange holsters that carried nothing at this point in time.
Charles continued. "My name is Charles Xavier. I am the owner of the Bayeville School for the Gifted."
"Ah yes," Nightmare said. He spoke as if he was purposely making his voice sound scratchy and demon like. "I was told you would be here today."
Charles nodded. "Then you know why I am here."
Nightmare nodded. "I do. It is a rather unusual state of affairs. Not many people would be so willing to take a monster out of his cage."
"That is not the way we feel," Ororo stated. "Our institution was built as a safe haven for people like you"
The young madman interrupted her. "Is that so? So you are saying it is a sanctuary for the insane. Then what would make it any different from this place?"
"No," Ororo continued, "our school is for mutants."
Nightmare was silent for just a moment.
"Mutants," he said. "How interesting."
He walked closer to the bars that kept him trapped within his four walls.
"But what do mutations have to do with me," he asked.
Charles paused before speaking. He did not quite know how to explain how he located this boy using Cerebro, or how it identified him as a mutant. It was a very complicated machine.
"We have the technology to locate other mutants," he said. "With it I found you and after a while my colleagues and I were able to find you in this Hospital."
The boy was silent.
Charles assumed that he was having difficulty in learning that he was a mutant. He tried to put an upside to it.
"Your doctor has given us permission to take you into our care. You will be free of these walls."
Nightmare however had no difficulty in absorbing this information. "Your technology may have located me, but I assure you that you are mistaken. I am no mutant. Nor do I wish to become one."
"What do you mean by that," Ororo questioned, not offended by the statement. "Have you had negative feelings towards mutants."
Nightmare laughed at her question before speaking again.
"There was once a patient here, he was a mutant. His powers were simple X-ray vision he claimed it was. It was believed that that his powers were what caused his insanity. He had no control over it. He could never sleep. Every time he closed his eyelids he could see right through them. That drove him mad."
"The other inmates did not take kindly to him. I felt pity for him the day five of the patients ganged up on him, and beat him to death."
"I did not stand for that. I hunted them down one at a time, and cut off their eyelids, so they could know the difficulty that mutant had to deal with. That was when they sent me to rot down here."
Ororo tried to hold back her fear and disgust after the young madman finished his tale.
"So," Nightmare said, "if that doesn't answer your question, then no, I have no problem with mutants."
Xavier spoke again. "Well, even if you do not think you're a mutant, we do. We can take you with us, help you understand your powers, and help you to control them."
"I need no help," Nightmare insisted. "My powers became present when I was merely eight years old."
"My home was invaded by two thieves. They cut out my eyes that very night. And that was when I learned of my powers. I did not need my eyes to see. I could see very perfectly without them. Maybe even better without them."
"So as you can figure, my powers do not need to be controlled."
Charles watched the boy as he told him this. He could sense that he wasn't telling him the whole story about the thieves that cut out his eyes. There was something else.
He tried to probe Nightmare's mind, but was instantly hit with a burst of pain and sorrow. He retracted from the mind quickly, thinking that these feelings were to private for him to observe just yet.
Nightmare looked at the mind reader as if he knew what he had done.
"Did you like what you saw," he asked.
Charles looked at him in shock for a moment.
He shook the feeling off and said, "look Nightmare, I know you have some problems. At my institute we can help you with them. We could help you in an environment less dark then the one you are in right now."
Nightmare paused once again. He thought of this offer carefully. He knew he had to get out of this place in order to continue his private mission, and prepare for the day he feared the most. The day he would run into his passed mistakes. The day he would run into those people that he had feared for so long.
He looked at Charles and asked, "why do you wish to help a madman such as myself?"
"I do not feel that any mutant should be left alone to fend for themselves," the professor said. "All you have to do is sign these papers here."
He held up a bunch of papers that he had with him.
"They have been signed by your doctor, the governor, and myself, allowing you to go under my care. All it needs is your signature and we will bring you back to the institute tomorrow."
Nightmare reached his hand through the bars and said, "tell me where to sign."
Rogue left her final class of the day and headed for her locker.
She had not seen Remy once today and she was very disappointed.
She had gone over exactly what she was going to say to him. She had debated it over and over again in her mind. And after all that, she never saw the thief once.
Frustration was building up behind her eyes. She knew she had to ask Remy to the dance as soon as she could. She knew very well that Tabitha and Amara had their eyes on him as well.
When she got to her locker she took her books out slowly, waiting for very one else to leave so she could have a quiet and peaceful walk home to clear her mind.
As soon as all the students were no where to be seen she headed for the door. She was completely unaware that she was not alone.
On her way to the door she passed by the opened doorway of a nearby classroom. A foot was instantly placed in her path and the next thing she knew she tripped over it and landed hard on the floor.
It took her a second or two to recover from her fall. She looked up to see who the asshole was that tripped her.
Sure enough it was her newest enemy she made at the high school.
She was a girl by the name of Sarah Whitman. She was a member of the popular crowed at school and had every quality of it. Always walking through the halls as if she were better than everyone else, treating those who she believed to be lower than her like garbage.
There were two boys that always hung out with her. One was her boyfriend known as Billy, a typical high school jock. Muscular, buff, and madly in love with himself.
The other was Billy's friend Jeremy. He was much like Billy, but a little bigger and fatter. Rogue always thought of the two as Sarah's henchmen.
The three of them always used to pick on the outcasts of the school, but for some strange reason they started to focus all their cruelty on Rogue.
Rogue stood to her feet as Sarah said, "you should be more careful, you stepped on my foot."
"Well, maybe if it wasn't such a big target Ah would have missed it," Rogue stated angrily as she tried to walk away.
In a flash she felt a strong hand grab her by the shoulder and slam her against the locker. Rogue found herself staring into Billy's face as the jock held her against the long line of cold metal.
"Don't you dare talk that way to my girlfriend again," he said angrily.
Rogue looked at him hatefully and said, "oh yeah you're a big man, threatening a girl."
Billy raised his fist ready to make a hit.
Rogue slid off one of her gloves ready to grabbed hold of the boy's face.
Sadly all three of them knew what her powers were.
Sarah stated angrily, "if you lay a finger on any of us I'll go strait to Principal Kelly and get you expelled."
Rogue hesitated for a moment before slipping her glove back on.
"Figures," Sarah said. "You're such a cowered."
Jeremy looked into the Goth's eyes and said, "what's wrong freak, afraid to have people see what you really are?"
Rogue tried to hold herself back from kicking one of them.
"Why do you three keep tormenting me," she asked.
"Because you disserve it," was Sarah's answer.
"Why," Rogue asked.
"Because I said so that's why," was Sarah's highly unreasonable explanation.
There were a few seconds of silence. Sarah then said, "we'll see you again tomorrow freak," and she began to walk away.
The two boys followed her, but not before Billy slammed Rogue hard against the locker one more time.
The Goth watched them leave. She wanted so much to yell something highly insulting at them, but she knew that would only make them come back to torture her some more.
She hated being helpless. Those three teens were treating her as if she didn't disserve to exist, and there was nothing she could do about it. If she retaliated then she would be the one who gets blamed. It was so unfair.
Rogue tried to shake off her anger as she headed for the door.
As she left the building she said, "maybe Ah'll have better luck avoiding them tomorrow."
The sun began to go down over the streets of Bayeville. Shadow began to envelop everything.
There was no moon out tonight. The day had come to an end; it was now time for the night to roam free.
A lone figure stood on a high point over the town, looking down at everything that lied below him now.
He was a tall young man. He wore the uniform of a soldier. Pants that had its ankles stuffed into his boots. A green coat that was worn back in World War two covered his torso. His face was covered in an old fashioned gas mask. And on top of his head he wore an army helmet.
In his left hand he held a large machete. Around his waist was a belt. On each side there was an odd holster. One carried a bayonet and the other carried a circular saw blade. He stood upon the hill and watched the town.
After a while a voice came from inside his coat. He opened it up and pulled out a walkie-talkie.
A voice came from it saying, "Wardog, come in. Wardog come in."
The young man held the machine up to his mouth and said, "this is Wardog. Is that you Stalker."
Stalker spoke clearly on the other end of the radio. "We need you back in the clearing right away. The headmaster wishes to discuss a few things before we set out into the town tomorrow night."
"I will be there shortly," Wardog claimed before cutting off communication. He put his walkie-talkie back into his coat and headed back into the woods to meet up with his comrades.
He was the member of a small group of madmen. They went from town to town to please their master's sick pleasures.
Many lives were ended by these people. They are a force that stops at nothing to accomplish their many hunts.
They are known as The Crimson Hands.