Prologue
Never had the woods felt so empty. Rogue was just twelve, and she was sitting on a dead tree with a shotgun across her lap. She couldn't even cook her own food, and every meager meal of berries could easily be her last if she had mixed up which ones were poisionous and which ones weren't. It was a lot for such a little kid to deal with, but she didn't let it get to her.
She had no more than stood up when she heard a noise. Rogue turned quickly, her weapon at the ready, but no one was there. She lowered her gun and started for the stream again.
Soft skin touched the back of her neck, and she began to loose strength. She turned quickly again, but her vision was blurry and she dropped to the ground. Just before her consciousness left her, Rogue could have sworn she saw a lady with pale skin and chestnut brown hair, with two white streaks framing her face. The lady was her.
Slowly Rogue became aware of a new sensation, of the lady who looked like her offering her a hand. She took it, and released her grip on her body.
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For Anna, life was good. Her final stint as an X-Treme X-man had been pretty adventurous, but when she had recovered completely powerless… That was when the real fun began.
Suddenly so many options were hers again.Her life was full of endless possibilities, especially with her boyfriend, Gambit. She had a normal life and a normal beach house, and her clothes were perfectly suited to her new freedom.
So for her new, completely human, life, seeing a lady who looked almost exactly like herself was not normal, especially when said person was in her bedroom. The other girl even introduced herself with Anna's old code-name, "Rogue."
Rogue smirked as Anna stepped back, closing up her fists in case they had to fight. Anna was surprised, however, when Rogue laughed.
"You're cured?" she said, smirking evilly. Before Anna could react, Rogue grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip. "That's no big deal, hun."
Anna looked up in horror and awe as she felt the other woman begin to absorb her into her body. What she saw scared her even more: their hands seemed to have melded together. Anna watched as her arm was drawn up into the other woman's body, as their torsos fused and they became one.
She, Rogue, looked up and flipped back her hair, smiling slightly. She was Anna, she was Marie, she was even a hermit child who'd revoked her name. More importantly, she was complete. She was Rogue.
