I was rewatching the older X-Men movies and I really wanted to write the movie from Rogue's POV.
I don't own anything, but I'm having fun writing Rogue my way.
A character like her deserves more than forever being the little girl Logan has to save.
She's a little ooc and I took liberties on how her powers work but I tried hard to keep her as the girl we all fell in love with.
The order of events is the same but I added some fun stuff in between.
Hope you enjoy!
P.S. request are welcome, if there is something from the movie you wanted to play out differently.
Meridian, Mississippi, The not too distant future…
"Through Niagara Falls… up near Alaska… and then it's about 300 miles to Anchorage" I can't help but smile. One day, one day I'll escape and go far, far away from here.
"Won't it be kinda cold?" David asks me. For a honor roll student, he's kinda slow.
"Of course it will, sugar. That's what makes it an adventure" I tell him.
"So when are you going to do this?" He ask with a teasing tone to his voice.
I drop down on the bed next to him with a contented sigh, "I don't know. After high school, before college…" I can't help but wonder if he can hear the unspoken, 'as soon as I can'.
I feel the bed shift as he moves closer to me.
David. The name I have been doodling hearts around since freshman year. David. He's sitting here in my room, on my bed with me. David. I want to kiss him. I should kiss him. I mean, he's here… in my room alone with me. That's what I'm suppose to do, right? Yes! No. I'm not doing this because that's what girls my age do with guys. I'm doing this for me. I want this. I want him. I want to kiss him.
I close my eyes and immediately I feel his lips touch mine. Their soft, but firm at the same time. He taste like the sugar cookies we had earlier. But there is something different. Something… more. Heat starts running in my veins. It's like an electric charge. I feel good. I feel powerful. I want more, whatever this is, this feeling, I want to drown in it. I want to burn up in it. It doesn't feel like love or lust, at least not what has been described in the naughty harlequin romance novels I sneak into the house. This is something entirely different. If lust is like a burning passion, this is like a hurricane of power. It's addictive.
And then it's gone.
I open my eyes confused only to see David laying on my bed twitching with dark veins across his face. I do the only sensible thing, I scream.
I jump of from the bed and tumble backwards until I feel the wall. What the hell is happening?
My parents burst into the room. My mother is stuck at the door just staring at David. My dad is looking from me to the boy still twitching on the bed. Unfortunately, I'm still screaming.
"David? David!" My dad calls out to the boy as he looks him over.
"I don't know what happened to him... I just touched him... I didn't mean to… I swear I didn't mean to!" I tell my mother, who hasn't removed her eyes from the boy. My father gives me a brief glance, then looks at the boy, then back to me.
It was like a train wreck you could see coming. The gears in his head were turning. I could see the puzzle pieces slowly coming together.
All I could mumble out in my defense was a very weak, "Daddy, I'm sorry"
"Get out" He tells me calmly.
"Joe" My mother starts to protest.
"Burtha, call an ambulance" He tells her. She doesn't move from her spot, "NOW!" That got her moving.
He turns to me again, "I want you out of my house"
"Daddy…" I mumble again shaking my head in hope to reject what he's telling me. I can barely see what's going on from the tears in my eyes.
"No mutant is a daughter of mine" He sneers at me as he starts digging through my closet. "Do you hear me?" He pulls out a duffle bag, "I want you out of this house" and throws it at me, "NOW!" He screams as he leaves the room.
I guess I should be thankful he's at least letting me take something with me.
I stay rooted in that one spot as the ambulance people come and take David away. I stay standing there as I hear my parents shouting down stairs.
It isn't until I hear a very sharp slap that I start moving.
I've never been an overly prideful person, but even I don't have the guts to stay where I'm unwanted.
I open the bag and toss it down on my bed.
Life felt like a sick joke. You know, one of those, 'if you were stranded on an island and could only have one thing, what would you want with you?'. Only reality was more of, 'if you had to leave everything you know behind, if you had to leave the only safety you have ever know for the unknown world of 'living on the streets', what would you bring?'
What do I bring? Clothes. Jeans. I change into my favorite dark wash skinny jeans and throw a pair of Levi's in the bag. Shirts. I throw a long sleeve black shirt in the back, along with a black t-shirt. Maybe I can avoid that grungy-homeless look if everything is black? Next, I throw a lot of socks in and some underwear.
Clothes? Check. Next, keepsakes? No. I have no want to remember this life. Things that can be pawned off later?
I rummage through my jewelry and slip everything that seemed of value into a small coin purse.
Check.
Lastly, I slip on some motorcycle boots, (even though they lean more on the fashion side than the legit 'ass-kicking' ones, it still gave me a sense that I could handle this) I thrown on a black hoodie, and grab my bag.
I don't bother saying good-bye but I did manage to make my exit walking past mom's purse. I can't bring myself to wonder if she would mind the missing cash and debit card.
Which means my first stop is the gas station on the corner at the end of the street, it has an atm.
Next stop, bus station.
