Hello everyone, this is my very first story that I have ever tried to write. This story takes place after Self Possessed but before the Dark Horizons story arc. There will be a lot of Romyness in the coming chapters. Please let me know what you think, I welcome all reviews and in my eyes all reviewers will bask forever in a wonderful, glorious light that will fulfill all of their hopes and dreams.
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Disclaimer: No I do not own the X Men, or anything as remotely cool as them...sigh...
Chapter one: Nyx
She was born for this.
Quite literally, actually.
She was a genetic thief, so why shouldn't she dabble in the 'acquisition of intrinsic property'? Not only did she get the rush and excitement from a job, it also calmed down her more 'temperamental' psyches. Mystique's skills and knowledge were essential for entry of her current destination. Magneto's mind for scheming planned the entire night down to the placement of every footstep. Sabertooth, well he just liked to cause trouble, no matter what kind it was.
Rogue contemplated just how wierd it was to have an entire crime syndicate inside of her mind. Oh well, at least this job pays well. Right on cue the patrol guard, on his nightly rounds, made his way past the alcove in the wall where Rogue was hidden.
Ah really hate this part, she thought as she reached out and grabbed the guard, planting a kiss on his cheek.
The pull of her powers was immediate as was the rush of information regarding security codes, position of guards, cameras, motion sensors and all other features of the not-so-up-to-date security system. She dragged the now unconscious guard into the alcove where she had previously been waiting, the black impression of her lips left upon his white cheek.
Hmm, every thief needs their mark, right?
The black lipstick, her trade mark, had come about by pure accident; a remnant of her by gone Gothic days. Her trademark had earned her many different names in the underground community, but none of them stuck. She was a rogue at heart, and Rogue she would always remain.
What Rogue lacked in finesse she made up in pure skill. Rogue never used technology to hack into security systems, feed loops to cameras, and the sort. She got in, got the goods, and got out.
Rogue found it amusing at how her life had taken her to this time. Ah wonder how Kit and Kurt and the rest of them are doing. But it was no time to dwell on her past life, now was the time to work.
She made her way into the main chamber that housed her targeted object: an ancient statue of the Greek goddess Nyx, 3 feet in height and made from a single piece of black marble. Rogue didn't see much value in the statue itself, but it was a job, and the pay was fair. What did interest Rogue, however, was the Greek goddess herself. Nyx, the goddess of the night, so mysterious, ancient and powerful that even Zeus himself feared her.
As Rogue made her way to the alarm system keypad to enter the correct pass codes to deactivate the motion sensors within the main show room, she noticed that there was a faint smell of burning plastic along with the sight of said keypad destroyed and hanging from the wall by only a few remaining wires.
What the hell!
The greatest shock, however, was when Rogue spied a tall, lean figure standing in front of a certain statue.
Wait, a second. He's stealing my statue!
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~~sharky