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Title: Who Is Rogue?
Rating: PG
Author: lurking_in_the_shadows
Summary: You've always seen Rogue as the sweet but untouchable southern belle, but do you really know what's going on in her head? Do you want to?
Dedication: To my best friend (you know who you are). Thanks for all the help. I love you girl!
Author's Note: Sorry it's not that long, people. I'm probably going to post more chapters from other people's POV's. Please review. Good or bad, I appreciate your input.
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Rogue's POV
You don't know me. I do not have a name, an age, an identity. I am not a person. I was born yesterday yet I have lived a thousand years. I am a million people rolled into one and stuffed in the body of a twenty-one year old girl. I've seen things you couldn't imagine and felt things I'd prefer you didn't. I've gone through torments I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
I am Cody, the seventeen year old boy from Meridian, Mississippi, who thought that if he could make the baseball team he could make Marie like him and maybe, just maybe, make his father proud of him.
Because of that boy, I despise sports, the boy I put in a coma with one kiss. He is the reason I blush when a pretty girl walks by, the person that will stay forever in my mind as a seventeen year old boy.
I am Erik Lenshire, the vengeful Jewish man who survived a Nazi prison camp in Poland when his parents did not and could not find hope again. A man who can not believe that humanity would accept people like us. I am both Erik and the man he became. Magneto.
Erik is the reason I play chess with the professor on weekends, whom I call, on occasion, "Charles." Magneto is the reason that I sometimes have to fight myself to stay with the X-men, the reason I must constantly convince myself that I am doing the right thing, that I am on the right side.
I am Logan, a man with no memories, a ruthless fighter, often more animal than man, the Wolverine. I am ageless.
He is the reason I flirt with Jean, crave cigars and Canadian beer, and hate hospitals and all that go with them. Because of Logan, whenever I am angry, I have a sudden urge to shove foot long adamantium claws into someone's chest, then am confused when I realise that I don't have claws. I have his nightmares, I remember his pain for it is my own.
I am a million others all fighting for dominance, fighting to be heard. How could you know me when I don't know myself?
Title: Who Is Rogue?
Rating: PG
Author: lurking_in_the_shadows
Summary: You've always seen Rogue as the sweet but untouchable southern belle, but do you really know what's going on in her head? Do you want to?
Dedication: To my best friend (you know who you are). Thanks for all the help. I love you girl!
Author's Note: Sorry it's not that long, people. I'm probably going to post more chapters from other people's POV's. Please review. Good or bad, I appreciate your input.
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Rogue's POV
You don't know me. I do not have a name, an age, an identity. I am not a person. I was born yesterday yet I have lived a thousand years. I am a million people rolled into one and stuffed in the body of a twenty-one year old girl. I've seen things you couldn't imagine and felt things I'd prefer you didn't. I've gone through torments I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
I am Cody, the seventeen year old boy from Meridian, Mississippi, who thought that if he could make the baseball team he could make Marie like him and maybe, just maybe, make his father proud of him.
Because of that boy, I despise sports, the boy I put in a coma with one kiss. He is the reason I blush when a pretty girl walks by, the person that will stay forever in my mind as a seventeen year old boy.
I am Erik Lenshire, the vengeful Jewish man who survived a Nazi prison camp in Poland when his parents did not and could not find hope again. A man who can not believe that humanity would accept people like us. I am both Erik and the man he became. Magneto.
Erik is the reason I play chess with the professor on weekends, whom I call, on occasion, "Charles." Magneto is the reason that I sometimes have to fight myself to stay with the X-men, the reason I must constantly convince myself that I am doing the right thing, that I am on the right side.
I am Logan, a man with no memories, a ruthless fighter, often more animal than man, the Wolverine. I am ageless.
He is the reason I flirt with Jean, crave cigars and Canadian beer, and hate hospitals and all that go with them. Because of Logan, whenever I am angry, I have a sudden urge to shove foot long adamantium claws into someone's chest, then am confused when I realise that I don't have claws. I have his nightmares, I remember his pain for it is my own.
I am a million others all fighting for dominance, fighting to be heard. How could you know me when I don't know myself?