Authors Note: this is my first fanfic, obviously about rogue. This chapter is mostly introducing her encounter with the x men, along with her relationship with quicksilver, brother sister type thing. Her backstory along with the other x men will be more detailed but i just wanted a little action in the first chapter. Also since this is my first chapter I wanna know if I should continue. Is it any good?
There are people in this world different from the average human. With heightened senses, super speed, or telepathy. They look to the world for acceptance, or a place. But all the word sees are people with certain advantages. Maybe it's jealousy, or spite. Regardless, people with flight, or invisibility, or supernatural strength are outcasts. There are few places for them to seek, but be sure, they are there. One in particular is the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Within this organization a girl struggling with sanity is being pushed to the edge. Being younger than the rest with only one other companion, the son of the leader, she is left fighting for a reason to stay. And deep in their headquarters she's currently just fighting for sleep...
"No!" she pleaded loudly as she sat up in her bed. Sweating and breathing heavily as she wiped the tears off her face. She knew the few moments of sleep she had gotten last night weren't enough, but decided anyway to rise. She hadn't slept in weeks. She hadn't slept since that night...
...Two weeks ago was the day of her first outing. Rogue, one of two junior members of the team, along with Pietro Lensherr, the son of Eric, the leader, trained for years at the headquarters, waiting for this moment.
The mission, to attack the Headquarters of their rival group, the X Men, and in doing so, capture the technology of their mutant tracking system, cerebro. With that technology, they could find recruits from all over the world, making them the most powerful mutant army on the face of earth. With that kind of manpower, world domination would be all to easy.
The X Mansion was just waiting for an attack that day. From what Rogue saw, a boy and his girlfriend, were visiting the team members, they were all relaxing and chatting undisturbed.
Actually, there were only five in the whole mansion while the rest were dealing with a crisis in Miami. It should have been an easy target, the machine. There was that same boy, a blonde, visiting with his girlfriend with the black hair. Also there was a short girl with brown hair, and a boy who Rogue couldn't help but stare at because he was so cute. And to top off the group, was another boy annoyingly flicking a lighter on and off.
She readied herself to go in. She knew she had her moms, Mystique, help outside of the mansion, along with her best friend Pietro, or as he called himself, Quicksilver, because of his astonishing speed. But going inside, that was her, all her on her own.
She slipped through a window on the first floor at the opposite end of the house that the teens were gathering. Having never been in another headquarters before, she was confused by the homeyness of the place. Hardwood floors, the walls were painted an inviting olive green color, and chandeliers lined the ceiling.
Her mom had told her that the code she needed for the machine would be on a lower level. So after searching around, she finally found a door that opened into an elevator. Riding it down it finally opened to a metallic looking floor. It was extremely different than the floor above. Everything was shiny and silver, and there was one long hall, leading to a room, that had to be cerebro.
She walked towards it but her gut, and seven years of training told her she was being watched.
In a split second she whirled her head around to see the blonde boy, the brown haired girl, and the cute boy standing in a line looking threateningly at her. "Bobby, Kitty." The blonde boy said firmly at the other two. "Go call Peter for help." The girl looked at him, but then pulled the boy by his arm and they fled, but not before the cute boy looked back at Rogue curiously.
"What are you doing here." He questioned threateningly at her. "Who are you?" She stared at him frozen. "They call me Rogue... And I'm here for this." She said trying to sound confident as she held up the code for cerebro that she had copied down. "I don't live here, I don't know what that is, but I do know your not leaving here with it." He answered equally as confident. "So what do they call you?" She said nervously trying to bide time. "Jimmy Howlett...you may not have heard of me, maybe my dad though." He said cockily as three metal claws erupted from each of his hands. "There's a certain resemblance." He said with a arrogant smile.
"Wolverine... Your his son... " she stuttered. "Yep." He said, "Which means I'm plenty strong to beat you."
He grinned.
In one swift moment he lunged towards her with his claws stretched out fully. She dodged quickly and whipped her hair around back to she him coming toward her quickly. His hand clasped around her neck and she suddenly felt his skin touch hers and suddenly all of his memories, feelings and thoughts flooded into her head as she experienced huge migraines.
He backed up and fell to the ground. Then, frightened, she fled up the stairs out the door before anyone could notice her. But that morning of her first mission, didn't even come close to the disaster that was to come that night...
Back then, she didn't know the extent of her abilities. She DID know she'd been gifted with the power to absorb people's personalities, ever since she was eight years old. But it wasn't until March 9, 1987, her fourteenth birthday, that she realized she could cause damage that could end permanently.
She shook off the memories and pushed her covers to the foot of the bed. Tiptoeing across her room to the vanity, she switched the lamp on and stared into the mirror at someone she didn't recognize. She marveled, dazed, at the persistent bags under her eyes. Usually a gorgeous emerald green, they were now underlined dark and fleshy, growing more defined every time she blinked.
Her skin resembled that of a ghost, and her chocolate hair was tied back in a knot that looked obviously slept in. What wasn't tied back were two long strands of bleach white locks that had been turned so, that very same night she'd begun not sleeping.
Moving quietly toward her dresser she pulled the drawer open smoothly, searching for her uniform. Without a word, or even a thought she slipped off her night gown and zipped up the leather top that had become a kind of second skin to her. She crept towards the door and turned the knob fully before opening it to the pitch black hallway. Moving through these seemingly endless passages would easily confuse anyone. It mirrored a labyrinth with the many twists and turns it housed. But she knew it, even in the dark, like the back of her hand.
When she finally reached the door she was searching for, she punched in her I.D. Number 2-4-6-0-1 "PLEASE TYPE IN NAME" the machine echoed loudly "Shhh."she pleaded even though she knew the volume was set. CARLYLE, MARIAN she typed into the machine. She cringed looking at the name on the screen. It seemed distant and made her skin crawl. Memories from that name flooded her mind as she imagined the last time someone had addressed her by it. She bit her lip and moved on to the next tab. "PLEASE PUNCH IN CODE NAME." She quickly pressed R-O-G-U-E into the bright green screen. "Welcome Rogue" the computer screamed out loudly. Rogue rolled her eyes and slowly stepped into the training room.
She liked it down here. Being alone in the quiet gave her time to think. She thought about how abnormal her life was. How less complicated it would be if she'd never been different, if she'd never been a mutant. She thought that maybe she'd have turned out normal, provided Mystique and Destiny had never found her. She wasn't Marian Carlyle anymore, that was certain. She was Rogue, and now more than ever it seemed appropriate.
In fact a "Rogue" by it's very definition, was someone who was an out of control scoundrel; a tramp. Maybe at a time this name would confuse Marian, but these days, she herself, was the one who believed most that the name was fitting. Her life at once was normal, she wasn't a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, and she had normal parents, rather than two mutant mothers.
The Brotherhood itself, was an organization dedicated to protecting rights of those possessing the "X" gene. Based on that they sound similar to another mutant refuge group. But there's a difference. This particular "Brotherhood" had no qualms about killing. They put themselves above the law and that's what made them a lethal machine. One that Rogue was trapped deep inside of.
She started with a kickboxing bag releasing all her energy into this one apparatus. Images of herself flashed through her mind. She would punch the bag while splitting pains would hit her head. She saw herself that night on the Golden Gate Bridge, battling fiercely with Mrs Marvel. She reached out and touched her forehead instantly feeling memories, thoughts, and feelings flooding into her. She snapped herself back into the activity concentrating harder punching, kicking, sweating more. In a split second she felt Carol Danvers (Ms. Marvel) take over part of her mind. And in that instant she threw a whopping punch at the sac sending it off the chain and through the wall to the next room.
"Woah Rogue!" Said the familiar voice of her friend Pietro. "You come down here everyday exactly fifteen minutes after me Pietro. You've lost your element of surprise." She answered back in a thick southern accent. "Well I'll work on it, tomorrow it'll be fourteen minutes after you. And how did you do THAT anyway?" He said gesturing toward the giant hole in the wall.
"Carol." She said suddenly changing her mood from lighthearted to serious. "She's still in there? Rogue you should talk to Raven." Rogue looked shocked at this. "My moms not gonna do anything, she's been... Distant lately." She looked down but realized the cloud that was covering her and soon tried to change the subject. "So what's the training schedule today?" She said straightening herself up. "Oh" he answered, "Your Mom and my dad are going on a mission today so we've got the day off."
"Oh" She sighed sliding her back down the wall, then plopping onto the floor. "Seriously Rouge. What's wrong? Don't lie to me, I'll be able to tell!" He taunted. "Nothing I was just thinking about that day... My first mission..."
"Oh" he sighed " So ummm breakfast?" Quicksilver asked. "Sure." She answered as he put his arm around her and they retreated the room still with a gaping hole in the wall.
More soon if I get a good response. Chapters will try to come up iabout once a week. So if you liked it comment! Thanks for reading it!