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A/N: I was supposed to be learning about similar triangles and the
Pythagorean theorem in Geometry...But I have better things to do with my
time, so I thought: What happened to Rogue for that huge gap in time in
between learning she was a mutant and joining the X-Men? And how the heck
did she end up all the way in Canada? Please R&R!
The Definition of a Rogue: Chapter One
"Its not what you feel by touching with your skin...Its what you feel that touches your heart that matters."
Marie stood terrified in the corner of her room. The lights were suddenly way too bright and everything too loud as her boyfriend lay writhing on her bed. She was too shocked to even begin comprehending what had happened. Too shocked to contemplate the voices she heard in her head. All she could think of was that she couldn't touch...
The hours afterward seemed blurred as she later tried to sort out what had happened. The police had shown up and were soon followed by an ambulance, and Brian's tearful parents. A small crowd of people from the neighborhood had congregated beneath one of the giant magnolia trees to share rumors of how Brian Hughes- a star linebacker at the local high school with a squeaky clean reputation- had really been put in a coma with no explanation.
Marie sat silently while she heard the excited murmurs from beneath her bedroom window. In Meridian, Missisippi, not much happened that could be considered exciting, and the town's once dry supply of rumors had suddenly been refilled. Their tiny neighbor Mrs. Jordan was talking freely now to the chattering crowd. "I always told myself to keep an eye out for that Marie...Always thought she was a rogue one I says..."
Marie had heard enough. She loudly slammed the window shut, not bothering to listen to the terrified gasp from outside. "I need to leave...Before this goes any further...before I hurt anyone else..." She thought to herself as she dragged out a large carpetbag and traveling coat from the closet. She lifted up a metal case from beneath her bed- her life savings- and started to hastily stuff wads of cash into various pockets. The carpetbag was soon full. She walked into the kitchen and threw sandwiches into the bundle for...well, wherever it was that she would go.
She started to open the screendoor out back but before she could leave she heard a small voice coming from the kitchen, "Marie! Thank god...", her mother whispered loudly. Marie could tell that she had been crying, from her red rimmed eyes and croaky voice. "Marie...Here." She said as shoved a small bag into her arms. "Don't ask anything now... Just run, make sure no one sees you- its nearly dusk anyways- and take the bus from Brighton to the train station and don't look back. They're searching for you...they know that you're...different." Mrs. D'Ancantio choked out the last few words as a fresh flood of tears came forth.
Marie was shocked, but that was hardly an unusual feeling lately. She hugged her mom while struggling to hold back her own flood of tears. Mrs. D'Ancantio straightened up and pushed her daughter through the screen door. "I'm sorry...Go, quickly now!" Marie sprinted through their backgate into an open alley and ran towards the road while hiding herself from view. She had only a block to go...
Suddenly she felt a rough hand grab her shoulder and a familiar southern voice growl, "Not so fast Marie! I'll reckon-", but the police officer had slumped backwards as he touched her bare hands. Marie dragged him out into the open street behind her and set him on a nearby bench, then she sprinted once again towards the bus stop.
She hid her face in her hood and pulled the coat in closer even though it was still a boiling hot summer night. Finally a large bus pulled up as she watched the brilliant orange and pink clouds slowly fade into a dusky purple on the horizion. The doors were opened by a woman with bushy, black hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Name's Linda. Are you goin' all th' way to the station ma'am?" Marie nodded as she stepped on the bus and slid seventy-five cents into the small metal machine. Luckily the only other people on the bus was a man with unusual ruby sunglasses reading a daily paper and a blonde woman who was too preoccupied with two squirming kids to notice a young fugitive walk past them to the very back of the bus.
Marie waited until she was positive no one had seen her and pulled out the crumpled bag from the inside of her coat. She pulled smoothed out a letter pinned to the outside and set it to the side, then she pulled out a train ticket to Chicago and a pair of soft leather gloves that were light brown and went past her wrists. She'd never seen her mother wear gloves on her hands- they were always flying over the keys of a piano- and Marie wondered where she'd gotten them. She slipped on the gloves and reached deeper into the bag- nothing left- and turned to the note.
Dear Marie,
I am afraid you can't come back, the police will constantly be searching for you, especially now that they know what you are, so I'm asking you to stay with your aunt Alicia in Brownwood, just outside of Chicago. I've already called her and explained everything. Whatever you do don't tell anyone what your real name is and make sure that no one touches you. Remember that me and your father still love you no matter what happens. Be careful.
P.S. I've thrown some M&M's into your bag- I know they're your favorite.
Marie didn't even realize her hands were trembling until she folded up the letter and set it back in the carpetbag. She nodded off to sleep and before she knew it the driver had announced their arrival at the station. She walked behind the man with the ruby glasses into the atrium and easily located her train. Luckily it was just about to leave- she had barely made it. Suddenly she heard shouts coming from outside. "It's HER! The Mutant! She's making a run for it..." Without thinking she ducked into the train and ran into the back of the compartment. She pulled off her coat and slid on a pink tee while slicking her hair back into a loose ponytail.
The officer ran into the compartment but didn't look twice at her- instead he shouted in a panicky voice into his comlink-"It's no use! She must have ran onto the 12:15 train to New Orleans...". Marie sighed in relief as he left and the train started to roll forewards.
She was nothing but a Rogue.
Sorry if that chapter was boring- I just needed to lay a basis so this fanfic can start moving. How was it? Should I keep writing? Please tell me and press the little blue button on the left hand corner! :)
The Definition of a Rogue: Chapter One
"Its not what you feel by touching with your skin...Its what you feel that touches your heart that matters."
Marie stood terrified in the corner of her room. The lights were suddenly way too bright and everything too loud as her boyfriend lay writhing on her bed. She was too shocked to even begin comprehending what had happened. Too shocked to contemplate the voices she heard in her head. All she could think of was that she couldn't touch...
The hours afterward seemed blurred as she later tried to sort out what had happened. The police had shown up and were soon followed by an ambulance, and Brian's tearful parents. A small crowd of people from the neighborhood had congregated beneath one of the giant magnolia trees to share rumors of how Brian Hughes- a star linebacker at the local high school with a squeaky clean reputation- had really been put in a coma with no explanation.
Marie sat silently while she heard the excited murmurs from beneath her bedroom window. In Meridian, Missisippi, not much happened that could be considered exciting, and the town's once dry supply of rumors had suddenly been refilled. Their tiny neighbor Mrs. Jordan was talking freely now to the chattering crowd. "I always told myself to keep an eye out for that Marie...Always thought she was a rogue one I says..."
Marie had heard enough. She loudly slammed the window shut, not bothering to listen to the terrified gasp from outside. "I need to leave...Before this goes any further...before I hurt anyone else..." She thought to herself as she dragged out a large carpetbag and traveling coat from the closet. She lifted up a metal case from beneath her bed- her life savings- and started to hastily stuff wads of cash into various pockets. The carpetbag was soon full. She walked into the kitchen and threw sandwiches into the bundle for...well, wherever it was that she would go.
She started to open the screendoor out back but before she could leave she heard a small voice coming from the kitchen, "Marie! Thank god...", her mother whispered loudly. Marie could tell that she had been crying, from her red rimmed eyes and croaky voice. "Marie...Here." She said as shoved a small bag into her arms. "Don't ask anything now... Just run, make sure no one sees you- its nearly dusk anyways- and take the bus from Brighton to the train station and don't look back. They're searching for you...they know that you're...different." Mrs. D'Ancantio choked out the last few words as a fresh flood of tears came forth.
Marie was shocked, but that was hardly an unusual feeling lately. She hugged her mom while struggling to hold back her own flood of tears. Mrs. D'Ancantio straightened up and pushed her daughter through the screen door. "I'm sorry...Go, quickly now!" Marie sprinted through their backgate into an open alley and ran towards the road while hiding herself from view. She had only a block to go...
Suddenly she felt a rough hand grab her shoulder and a familiar southern voice growl, "Not so fast Marie! I'll reckon-", but the police officer had slumped backwards as he touched her bare hands. Marie dragged him out into the open street behind her and set him on a nearby bench, then she sprinted once again towards the bus stop.
She hid her face in her hood and pulled the coat in closer even though it was still a boiling hot summer night. Finally a large bus pulled up as she watched the brilliant orange and pink clouds slowly fade into a dusky purple on the horizion. The doors were opened by a woman with bushy, black hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Name's Linda. Are you goin' all th' way to the station ma'am?" Marie nodded as she stepped on the bus and slid seventy-five cents into the small metal machine. Luckily the only other people on the bus was a man with unusual ruby sunglasses reading a daily paper and a blonde woman who was too preoccupied with two squirming kids to notice a young fugitive walk past them to the very back of the bus.
Marie waited until she was positive no one had seen her and pulled out the crumpled bag from the inside of her coat. She pulled smoothed out a letter pinned to the outside and set it to the side, then she pulled out a train ticket to Chicago and a pair of soft leather gloves that were light brown and went past her wrists. She'd never seen her mother wear gloves on her hands- they were always flying over the keys of a piano- and Marie wondered where she'd gotten them. She slipped on the gloves and reached deeper into the bag- nothing left- and turned to the note.
Dear Marie,
I am afraid you can't come back, the police will constantly be searching for you, especially now that they know what you are, so I'm asking you to stay with your aunt Alicia in Brownwood, just outside of Chicago. I've already called her and explained everything. Whatever you do don't tell anyone what your real name is and make sure that no one touches you. Remember that me and your father still love you no matter what happens. Be careful.
P.S. I've thrown some M&M's into your bag- I know they're your favorite.
Marie didn't even realize her hands were trembling until she folded up the letter and set it back in the carpetbag. She nodded off to sleep and before she knew it the driver had announced their arrival at the station. She walked behind the man with the ruby glasses into the atrium and easily located her train. Luckily it was just about to leave- she had barely made it. Suddenly she heard shouts coming from outside. "It's HER! The Mutant! She's making a run for it..." Without thinking she ducked into the train and ran into the back of the compartment. She pulled off her coat and slid on a pink tee while slicking her hair back into a loose ponytail.
The officer ran into the compartment but didn't look twice at her- instead he shouted in a panicky voice into his comlink-"It's no use! She must have ran onto the 12:15 train to New Orleans...". Marie sighed in relief as he left and the train started to roll forewards.
She was nothing but a Rogue.
Sorry if that chapter was boring- I just needed to lay a basis so this fanfic can start moving. How was it? Should I keep writing? Please tell me and press the little blue button on the left hand corner! :)