Okay, first off let me say I had to repost this fic due to 'technical
difficulties', so for the people that have already reviewed, which are
theroguepheonix and Remedy=Chill thank you so much! Your review are VERY
appricated!
My 1st fanfic! After years of preparing, Magneto is putting his plan into motion & Rogue is the key to stopping him, but will she, the XM and BH be able to survive before the oblivion Irene (a.k.a Destiny) predicts comes true? Staring Rogue, Remy, Pietro &others. PLEASE READ! Better Than it Sounds!
PLEASE READ: Whaz up y'all! This is my first(you heard me), yes, my 1st XME fanfic. Anyway, I think I've got an idea of what I'm doing and right now I'm feeling very inspired for some reason. LOL! Anyway, this story is going to definitely have a bunch about Rogue (since she's one of my favs) and there is also going to be lots of Romy (Rogue + Remy) cuz I think those two are my favorite couple. There's also going to be plenty about the other X-men, the Brotherhood, and the Acolytes (Magneto's group), not to mention some Wanda revenge in later chaps. And just so y'all know if this fic were to be inserted into the XME series it would be pre Day of Recovery, but post Day of Reckoning.
This story starts off kinda predictable, but after maybe the first chap or two it'll get interesting. Yes, I do add a couple of characters, but its only cuz I need them for the plot so don't write this story off just yet, k? Bare with me, this is probably going to be a long story, but once you read it all till the end I promise you won't regret it, or think it's the worst story you ever read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men: Evolution characters, the creators of X-men: Evolution (XME) do, blah, blah, blah.(y'all know the drill). Dr. Alex Vender, Flare, and Julia a.k.a Oblivion are all my creations so do not steal them or I will make sure you have a one-way ticket to down-under, and, sugah, I don't mean to Australia! (And yes I did spell sugar as sugah because dat's the way I say it, okay?) Being the Southern sweetie I am, I normally wouldn't become violent *smiles innocently*, but I am very protective of my writing creations so for all you thieves out there, I'll make an exception. LOL! All right I'll stop now and let you enjoy the story.
As I said before this is my first fanfic ever so it's muy (very) important that you REVIEW so I know whether I'm good at writing or if I suck. Of course, I want you to be gentle when reviewing, but I don't care if you scorch me by sending so many flames instead of reviews, as long as someone's reading my work that's all I care about! Flames can help me become a better writer and reviews give me the drive to continue-so do both if you feel the need!
Now, on with the story.welcome to the Sinnerstar Angel(Cammie)Universe, follow me and don't get lost.
*,*mean dreams, personal thoughts. , mean speaking through telepathy.
Destined Oblivion
Chapter 1: Forced Act
"Good afternoon, Rogue," Trask said with a devious smile.
The sixteen-year-old girl with auburn hair and twin white strikes on either side of her face glared up at him. She was trembling inside though her face wore a mask of pure invincibility; she didn't want to allow Trask the pleasure of seeing fear shinning in her emerald eyes.
She was strapped down in a binding contraption shaped like a normal chair, only with metal bands attached to her wrists and ankles. A single hanging- lamp from the center of the ceiling lighted the room, placing light only on Rogue while Trask and a few barely visible guards stood in the shadows; there were no windows, or other chairs.
"How can ya tell what time it is in this dark of a room?" Rogue asked with her Southern accent included.
Trask chuckled slightly and then looked to a guard, "Bring in Danvers."
The guard left the room after a short salute to his superior.
"Where are mah friends?"
"Oh, your accomplices? Hmm, well, you shouldn't worry about them now-you should be more apprehensive about what's going to happen to yourself," Trask advised.
"An' jus' what is goin' t' happen?" Rogue asked pointedly, sending him her most intrepid glare.
As soon as that question left her lips the door opened. The guard had returned, and with a young blond girl. The girl was tall, Rogue's age, with blue eyes and pale skin. She had bruises all over her face and arms as if she'd been fighting, or rather beaten. Rogue looked into the girl's eyes and saw it was apparent the blond was falling in and out of consciousness so she was not aware of much of anything.
Rogue immediately wanted to help the girl and struggled to break free of her binds, but she did so in vain, the metal felt as strong as the material Wolverine's claws were created from.
Another man entered the room. He was tall, his thin body covered by a white lab coat. He had graying black hair and glasses over his bloodshot eyes; the tiredness in his eyes most likely from working on experiments at all sorts of hours and using coffee as a temporary energy-boost.
"Ah, Dr. Vender, so good of you to join us. Now, let the experiment begin," Trask commanded with a cold grin that sent shivers down Rogue's backbone.
The middle-aged man in the white lab coat, whom Trask had called Dr. Vender, pulled out a needle from his pocket. He injected Rogue with the green substance inside the needle. As the doctor did, he whispered in Rogue's ear without Trask seeing, "Don't worry, Trask promised me he wouldn't hurt you."
She looked at Dr. Vender awkwardly. *Why does he care 'bout me? Strange, he doesn't seem t' have the same hatred and careless toward me fer bein' a mutant as Trask or the guards do. *
Suddenly, Rogue felt lightheaded; the drug injected into her was a sedative. Trask pressed one of the buttons on a high-technology panel located on the wall and one of Rogue's metal restraints, which had been on her left wrist, sank into the arm of the chair; the controls to the chair must have been wired to the several-button, metal panel on the wall. One of the guards took hold of Rogue's free, but gloved hand, while another held upward the hardly conscious girl; the guard pulled off the glove on her hand.
Rogue knew what they wanted to do. They knew she couldn't control her powers, her absorbing ability, and they were going to use that to their advantage. They were going to force her to use those powers on a seemingly helpless girl, but why? What was the point? Before she could even create possible answers to those questions Rogue felt her bare hand forced down against the blond girl's cheek. It was awful for the girl, as it was with all of Rogue's victims, as the life was drained from her body. *No! * Rogue thought, unable to stop absorbing the girl, feeling completely powerless, in contrast to the fact her ability was seemingly more powerful than ever. Both the girls' were weak and unable to fight, so they screamed-the blond girl from the pain and Rogue from hatred of herself for not being able to control her powers and stop the girl's cause of pain.
Tears poured from both their eyes. The gothic makeup Rogue used as a shield to keep people from finding her frail, or to keep anyone from ever hurting her was being washed away by her tears.
Though Rogue could not think clearly during this action she did notice something; the guard that was forcing her hand, and was wearing gloves for his own protection, was told by Trask to make her absorb until she could do so no longer. Hearing this disturbed Rogue, she had never absorbed anyone for more than a couple of moments. After what felt like an eternity, Rogue passed out and her absorbing, along with the girl's screams, ceased.
A/N: Okay, what did y'all think? Hate it, Love it, want to see more of it? Well, I won't know if y'all don't review, so please do! (Will be adding new chap very, very soon. By the way, sorry so short, other chaps will be longer.) -Cam :. Chao!
My 1st fanfic! After years of preparing, Magneto is putting his plan into motion & Rogue is the key to stopping him, but will she, the XM and BH be able to survive before the oblivion Irene (a.k.a Destiny) predicts comes true? Staring Rogue, Remy, Pietro &others. PLEASE READ! Better Than it Sounds!
PLEASE READ: Whaz up y'all! This is my first(you heard me), yes, my 1st XME fanfic. Anyway, I think I've got an idea of what I'm doing and right now I'm feeling very inspired for some reason. LOL! Anyway, this story is going to definitely have a bunch about Rogue (since she's one of my favs) and there is also going to be lots of Romy (Rogue + Remy) cuz I think those two are my favorite couple. There's also going to be plenty about the other X-men, the Brotherhood, and the Acolytes (Magneto's group), not to mention some Wanda revenge in later chaps. And just so y'all know if this fic were to be inserted into the XME series it would be pre Day of Recovery, but post Day of Reckoning.
This story starts off kinda predictable, but after maybe the first chap or two it'll get interesting. Yes, I do add a couple of characters, but its only cuz I need them for the plot so don't write this story off just yet, k? Bare with me, this is probably going to be a long story, but once you read it all till the end I promise you won't regret it, or think it's the worst story you ever read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men: Evolution characters, the creators of X-men: Evolution (XME) do, blah, blah, blah.(y'all know the drill). Dr. Alex Vender, Flare, and Julia a.k.a Oblivion are all my creations so do not steal them or I will make sure you have a one-way ticket to down-under, and, sugah, I don't mean to Australia! (And yes I did spell sugar as sugah because dat's the way I say it, okay?) Being the Southern sweetie I am, I normally wouldn't become violent *smiles innocently*, but I am very protective of my writing creations so for all you thieves out there, I'll make an exception. LOL! All right I'll stop now and let you enjoy the story.
As I said before this is my first fanfic ever so it's muy (very) important that you REVIEW so I know whether I'm good at writing or if I suck. Of course, I want you to be gentle when reviewing, but I don't care if you scorch me by sending so many flames instead of reviews, as long as someone's reading my work that's all I care about! Flames can help me become a better writer and reviews give me the drive to continue-so do both if you feel the need!
Now, on with the story.welcome to the Sinnerstar Angel(Cammie)Universe, follow me and don't get lost.
*,*mean dreams, personal thoughts. , mean speaking through telepathy.
Destined Oblivion
Chapter 1: Forced Act
"Good afternoon, Rogue," Trask said with a devious smile.
The sixteen-year-old girl with auburn hair and twin white strikes on either side of her face glared up at him. She was trembling inside though her face wore a mask of pure invincibility; she didn't want to allow Trask the pleasure of seeing fear shinning in her emerald eyes.
She was strapped down in a binding contraption shaped like a normal chair, only with metal bands attached to her wrists and ankles. A single hanging- lamp from the center of the ceiling lighted the room, placing light only on Rogue while Trask and a few barely visible guards stood in the shadows; there were no windows, or other chairs.
"How can ya tell what time it is in this dark of a room?" Rogue asked with her Southern accent included.
Trask chuckled slightly and then looked to a guard, "Bring in Danvers."
The guard left the room after a short salute to his superior.
"Where are mah friends?"
"Oh, your accomplices? Hmm, well, you shouldn't worry about them now-you should be more apprehensive about what's going to happen to yourself," Trask advised.
"An' jus' what is goin' t' happen?" Rogue asked pointedly, sending him her most intrepid glare.
As soon as that question left her lips the door opened. The guard had returned, and with a young blond girl. The girl was tall, Rogue's age, with blue eyes and pale skin. She had bruises all over her face and arms as if she'd been fighting, or rather beaten. Rogue looked into the girl's eyes and saw it was apparent the blond was falling in and out of consciousness so she was not aware of much of anything.
Rogue immediately wanted to help the girl and struggled to break free of her binds, but she did so in vain, the metal felt as strong as the material Wolverine's claws were created from.
Another man entered the room. He was tall, his thin body covered by a white lab coat. He had graying black hair and glasses over his bloodshot eyes; the tiredness in his eyes most likely from working on experiments at all sorts of hours and using coffee as a temporary energy-boost.
"Ah, Dr. Vender, so good of you to join us. Now, let the experiment begin," Trask commanded with a cold grin that sent shivers down Rogue's backbone.
The middle-aged man in the white lab coat, whom Trask had called Dr. Vender, pulled out a needle from his pocket. He injected Rogue with the green substance inside the needle. As the doctor did, he whispered in Rogue's ear without Trask seeing, "Don't worry, Trask promised me he wouldn't hurt you."
She looked at Dr. Vender awkwardly. *Why does he care 'bout me? Strange, he doesn't seem t' have the same hatred and careless toward me fer bein' a mutant as Trask or the guards do. *
Suddenly, Rogue felt lightheaded; the drug injected into her was a sedative. Trask pressed one of the buttons on a high-technology panel located on the wall and one of Rogue's metal restraints, which had been on her left wrist, sank into the arm of the chair; the controls to the chair must have been wired to the several-button, metal panel on the wall. One of the guards took hold of Rogue's free, but gloved hand, while another held upward the hardly conscious girl; the guard pulled off the glove on her hand.
Rogue knew what they wanted to do. They knew she couldn't control her powers, her absorbing ability, and they were going to use that to their advantage. They were going to force her to use those powers on a seemingly helpless girl, but why? What was the point? Before she could even create possible answers to those questions Rogue felt her bare hand forced down against the blond girl's cheek. It was awful for the girl, as it was with all of Rogue's victims, as the life was drained from her body. *No! * Rogue thought, unable to stop absorbing the girl, feeling completely powerless, in contrast to the fact her ability was seemingly more powerful than ever. Both the girls' were weak and unable to fight, so they screamed-the blond girl from the pain and Rogue from hatred of herself for not being able to control her powers and stop the girl's cause of pain.
Tears poured from both their eyes. The gothic makeup Rogue used as a shield to keep people from finding her frail, or to keep anyone from ever hurting her was being washed away by her tears.
Though Rogue could not think clearly during this action she did notice something; the guard that was forcing her hand, and was wearing gloves for his own protection, was told by Trask to make her absorb until she could do so no longer. Hearing this disturbed Rogue, she had never absorbed anyone for more than a couple of moments. After what felt like an eternity, Rogue passed out and her absorbing, along with the girl's screams, ceased.
A/N: Okay, what did y'all think? Hate it, Love it, want to see more of it? Well, I won't know if y'all don't review, so please do! (Will be adding new chap very, very soon. By the way, sorry so short, other chaps will be longer.) -Cam :. Chao!