Chapter One: Hope
Morrigan was cold and utterly soaked through, but she ignored it with the ease of much practice. Her cool grey eyes were firmly settled upon the Bayville High School as she waited. She had come here because she had heard the barest hint of a rumor; that there was someone who couldn't touch other people-much like herself: but not as deadly.
Lightning raced across the sky and the monstrous crack of thunder that followed only briefly diverted her attention as her eyes flicked upwards and then back again. Her vigil resumed. If the rumor was true-maybe, with hope against hope that maybe she could help of some kind.
(Aftermath? Inhumation?)
The girl who stood outside in the fierce storm and torrential downpour at a reasonable distance from the school was clad in dark clothing. Her overly large sweater was dripping and her hood had been pulled up didn't help any. Standing still, she was tall and thin-almost painfully so-with a dusky olive complexion. Her cool grey eyes pierced through the gloom easily, and what could be seen of her hair was dark grey. She wore a small amount of jewelry, but no glasses, and she didn't appear to have anything with her but the very tattered and worn pack that sat next to her. Her patience was almost inhuman. All because there was a very small rumor that someone might be able to help her.
Rouge impatiently sat through the last class of the day, all the while feeling that something big was going to happen. Something was coming and it had nothing to do with bad weather. No, this was person related, troublesome to be sure.
Scowling, she looked out at the pouring rain. Much as she liked this kind of weather, the atmosphere wasn't right-it was dark and brooding. Not that it was really any different from school in general, but this was Different. Glancing at the clock, she silently urged it on. She just wanted to get out of here. When that bell rang, she'd be out of there like a bat out of hell.
Morrigan hadn't moved, and as of yet no one had bothered her. She liked that just fine though. People were nuisances, thus she avoided them like the plague. However…that bell would go off shortly, disgorging its population of students and faculty alike, and then she would be able to see if her patience had been rewarded.
Her eyes narrowed. This…Rouge…person hopefully wouldn't be a waste of time.
Minuets passed, far too slowly in Morrigan's opinion, when finally the bell went off in the depths of the school. She didn't move though. She'd watch and wait to make sure it was indeed another mutant. Aside from her horrifying abilities, she was able to see in color. Everything, and that meant everything, in the world had its own aura and shape, and she saw them all. Otherworldly beings had a different texture, mutants had a particular shine, and normal humans were just colors. Thus her attention sharpened. Again, no one was really paying her any attention, but again, that was just fine.
Student after student fled the dreaded place of learning and Morrigan sighed in resignation. Maybe this had been a waste of time…then her eyes fell upon a girl her own age. A gothic punk type as she hung back talking with one or two other students. Morrigan found that particular shine and felt the tiniest flutter of hope. Bright, terrible hope. Maybe…maybe she was wrong. She watched as the other students finally left, leaving the girl, and Morrigan picked up her pack and started walking towards her. She didn't try and hide the fact that it was this person she was approaching, so when dark brown eyes met hers, Morrigan had known she found Rouge.