~Beginning~
Rogue was sitting in her room catching up with Edgar Allen Poe when she heard a knock at her door. She hardly acknowledged the knocking keeping her eyes on the book.
"Come in." She stifled by impulse wishing she just ignored the door making whoever it was think she wasn't there. The door opened and Jean popped her head in. "Rogue what are you doing?"
Rogue kept her eyes on the book which was in plain view of the telepath. "Snorkeling," she muttered.
Jean frowned never seeming to comprehend Rogue's sense of humor. It wasn't like Rogue cared what Jean thought about her anyway. That would be like caring what someone from another country thought of you. They were from two different worlds. Jean Grey the perfect world and Rogue the ain't-so- perfect.
"What are you reading?" Jean asked.
"The Black Cat." Rogue mumbled.
Jean sat down next to Rogue on her bed to look over the pages. Rogue felt her personal space being completely violated. Too bad her skin wasn't bare. Jean hummed as she skimmed slightly over the first paragraph while Rogue wondered if she could even manage to read the small print.
"Sounds interesting." Jean said a second later.
Rogue closed the book suddenly not in the mood the read with the red head reading over her shoulder. "It's morbid and disturbing focusing on uh man who stands for domestic abuse and animal cruelty. Now that we're finished talkin' about the story, tell meh why you're really here."
Jean stared up at Rogue who was now standing in front of her. "I just wanted to talk. I thought maybe you'd like some company is all."
"Why? Is Scott not around?" Rogue spat. Jean Grey has never asked Rogue to hang out with her just as friends.
Jean blushed a little and gave Rogue a sincere look. "Scott isn't the number one priority on my list. My friends are." She now stood up and put her hand on Rogue's shoulder. "You're my friend Rogue. I know you've dealt with a lot of trauma lately with Apocalypse, Mystique, and that acolyte guy kidnapping you."
"He didn't kidnap meh." Rogue muttered.
"I just think you need a friend right now and I just want you to know that I'm here for you."
Rogue slightly felt warm inside from Jean's kind words. She did need a friend. But suddenly the words felt sour in her mouth. She needed a friend and Jean was anything but.
"Look Jean, Ah don't need nobody. Especially people who think Ah'm just another charity cause."
Jean looked at her shocked. "Rogue, how can you say that?"
"Ah can and Ah did. Ah'll be willin' tuh talk ya when you're willin' to care."
"I do care!" Jean nearly begged.
Rogue groaned at Jean's fake sincerity before she stomped out of the room. "Well Ah don't!"
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A few minutes later Rogue was out of the mansion and in her new car Xavier bought for her. Unfortunately Kurt was in there too. "Git out of mah car Elf!"
The blue boy was hiding under her passenger's side and nearly scared Rogue half to death when she opened the door. He poked his head out the window looking around cautiously with a fearful look on his face. He shooshed her in the process. "Are zey around here?"
"Who?" Rogue asked hoping to get an explanation.
"Keety and Amara. Zey are trying to make me watch "Hocus Pocus" again. Thees would be zee zird time thees week!"
Rogue couldn't help but understand him beyond his outrages accent. "Ah know. They had meh watch it too."
Kurt nodded and crept back under the seat. "So can I bum a ride, sis?"
"No." Rogue said right away. "You're a teleporter so teleport!"
"Where? Zere's no where to hide!" Kurt begged as he remained in the car.
"Ah don't care where just git outah' mah car!" Rogue grabbed his tail and pulled with all her might. Kurt yelped in pain till he finally gave in and teleported into a tree.
"Touchy!" He yelled down at her before disappearing into a poof of smoke.
Rogue didn't care. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. She just wanted to find some peace and quiet.
As she drove off she blared the music from her radio as loud as it could go. She let herself be carried into the music as she slammed her foot on the gas.
Rogue knew of a park nearby which was very secluded and decided to take her chances of being alone there. She tried to forget all the stress she had to deal with and all the "friends" she felt unsure of. Especially Jean Grey.
The one who stole the heart of the guy Rogue liked and then badmouthed about the new man she befriended. It was like Jean Grey had to have the perfect life and if someone wasn't a part of it then they weren't not good enough. Although Rogue hated it, she also felt a sick envy of Jean's confidence to be like that.
By the time she calmed down she was at the park. With her book in her one hand and her keys in the other she made her way past the few couples that sat on benches and on blankets on the ground. There ahead of her was a small mound of boulders and trees that made the image of a cliff side before a steep hill that was smothered by a small forest at the bottom. It was Rogue's destination being secluded and perfect for sitting to watch the distant town below her. As she sat on the tip of the boulders she heard the jingle of her keys as they fell from her grasp.
Rogue bent down to catch them but lost her balance in the process. Next thing she knew she was falling with the keys not having time to even scream. She felt the impact of her head hitting the side of the rocks before her helpless body rolled down the steep hillside. Everything grew dark and distant.
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After a minute or two of groaning Rogue managed to get herself up from the tall grass she was lying in. She rubbed her head slowly feeling the small bump on the back of her head that formed from the accident. "Damn Rogue. It's not like you to be so clutzy." She muttered to herself.
Rogue then looked around and realized she had no idea where she was. It was now night and the glow of the Bayville lights were dimmer and smaller. She began to walk towards it hoping to find her way home once she got into town.
"Hold it thief!"
Before Rogue could react there was a sword pointed right in her face. She looked up at the swordsman whom was dressed in freakish armor. Is it Halloween already?
Rogue frowned at the man with the fake foil wrapped sword and pushed it away from her face. "Back off, ok?"
The man came after her and poked the sword into her back. She felt the pain of it's tip pricking into her skin. Ok it wasn't a fake foil wrapped sword.
Rogue immediately jumped away from the blade and went into fighting position as she stared the armored man down. "Ok sugar. Tell me who do you work for? Magneto?"
The man stared back although looking slightly confused. "I am a servant to the king of coarse. You on the other hand are nothing but a thief and I demand that you return the jewels you've stolen."
Rogue glared at him. "Look Ah didn't steal anything ya Lord of the Rings obsessed freak! Ah don't want to hurt you but if ya mess with meh ah will."
With that the man charged at her letting out a battle cry. She rolled her eyes before taking off her glove and grabbing on to his face. He immediately stopped screaming and stood in his place. Rogue expected that and waited for him to fall. Instead he turned around and stared at her in confusion. "What are you doing?"
Rogue pulled her hand away as her eyes grew in shock. She grabbed his face again. No reaction. "Why aren't ya fallin'?"
The man stared. "It usually takes more effort than touching my face to make me fall."
Suddenly Rogue realized that she wasn't in Bayville anymore. Here she wasn't even mutant. The fact that he kept calling her a thief she realized it. Somehow she turned into an actual rogue!
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Yeah it's a bizarre plot but I'm in a bizarre mood. R&R please. Flame if you want but just remember you'll be smashing a little girl's heart. Ok I'm not little but even 18 year olds bleed.
Rogue was sitting in her room catching up with Edgar Allen Poe when she heard a knock at her door. She hardly acknowledged the knocking keeping her eyes on the book.
"Come in." She stifled by impulse wishing she just ignored the door making whoever it was think she wasn't there. The door opened and Jean popped her head in. "Rogue what are you doing?"
Rogue kept her eyes on the book which was in plain view of the telepath. "Snorkeling," she muttered.
Jean frowned never seeming to comprehend Rogue's sense of humor. It wasn't like Rogue cared what Jean thought about her anyway. That would be like caring what someone from another country thought of you. They were from two different worlds. Jean Grey the perfect world and Rogue the ain't-so- perfect.
"What are you reading?" Jean asked.
"The Black Cat." Rogue mumbled.
Jean sat down next to Rogue on her bed to look over the pages. Rogue felt her personal space being completely violated. Too bad her skin wasn't bare. Jean hummed as she skimmed slightly over the first paragraph while Rogue wondered if she could even manage to read the small print.
"Sounds interesting." Jean said a second later.
Rogue closed the book suddenly not in the mood the read with the red head reading over her shoulder. "It's morbid and disturbing focusing on uh man who stands for domestic abuse and animal cruelty. Now that we're finished talkin' about the story, tell meh why you're really here."
Jean stared up at Rogue who was now standing in front of her. "I just wanted to talk. I thought maybe you'd like some company is all."
"Why? Is Scott not around?" Rogue spat. Jean Grey has never asked Rogue to hang out with her just as friends.
Jean blushed a little and gave Rogue a sincere look. "Scott isn't the number one priority on my list. My friends are." She now stood up and put her hand on Rogue's shoulder. "You're my friend Rogue. I know you've dealt with a lot of trauma lately with Apocalypse, Mystique, and that acolyte guy kidnapping you."
"He didn't kidnap meh." Rogue muttered.
"I just think you need a friend right now and I just want you to know that I'm here for you."
Rogue slightly felt warm inside from Jean's kind words. She did need a friend. But suddenly the words felt sour in her mouth. She needed a friend and Jean was anything but.
"Look Jean, Ah don't need nobody. Especially people who think Ah'm just another charity cause."
Jean looked at her shocked. "Rogue, how can you say that?"
"Ah can and Ah did. Ah'll be willin' tuh talk ya when you're willin' to care."
"I do care!" Jean nearly begged.
Rogue groaned at Jean's fake sincerity before she stomped out of the room. "Well Ah don't!"
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A few minutes later Rogue was out of the mansion and in her new car Xavier bought for her. Unfortunately Kurt was in there too. "Git out of mah car Elf!"
The blue boy was hiding under her passenger's side and nearly scared Rogue half to death when she opened the door. He poked his head out the window looking around cautiously with a fearful look on his face. He shooshed her in the process. "Are zey around here?"
"Who?" Rogue asked hoping to get an explanation.
"Keety and Amara. Zey are trying to make me watch "Hocus Pocus" again. Thees would be zee zird time thees week!"
Rogue couldn't help but understand him beyond his outrages accent. "Ah know. They had meh watch it too."
Kurt nodded and crept back under the seat. "So can I bum a ride, sis?"
"No." Rogue said right away. "You're a teleporter so teleport!"
"Where? Zere's no where to hide!" Kurt begged as he remained in the car.
"Ah don't care where just git outah' mah car!" Rogue grabbed his tail and pulled with all her might. Kurt yelped in pain till he finally gave in and teleported into a tree.
"Touchy!" He yelled down at her before disappearing into a poof of smoke.
Rogue didn't care. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. She just wanted to find some peace and quiet.
As she drove off she blared the music from her radio as loud as it could go. She let herself be carried into the music as she slammed her foot on the gas.
Rogue knew of a park nearby which was very secluded and decided to take her chances of being alone there. She tried to forget all the stress she had to deal with and all the "friends" she felt unsure of. Especially Jean Grey.
The one who stole the heart of the guy Rogue liked and then badmouthed about the new man she befriended. It was like Jean Grey had to have the perfect life and if someone wasn't a part of it then they weren't not good enough. Although Rogue hated it, she also felt a sick envy of Jean's confidence to be like that.
By the time she calmed down she was at the park. With her book in her one hand and her keys in the other she made her way past the few couples that sat on benches and on blankets on the ground. There ahead of her was a small mound of boulders and trees that made the image of a cliff side before a steep hill that was smothered by a small forest at the bottom. It was Rogue's destination being secluded and perfect for sitting to watch the distant town below her. As she sat on the tip of the boulders she heard the jingle of her keys as they fell from her grasp.
Rogue bent down to catch them but lost her balance in the process. Next thing she knew she was falling with the keys not having time to even scream. She felt the impact of her head hitting the side of the rocks before her helpless body rolled down the steep hillside. Everything grew dark and distant.
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After a minute or two of groaning Rogue managed to get herself up from the tall grass she was lying in. She rubbed her head slowly feeling the small bump on the back of her head that formed from the accident. "Damn Rogue. It's not like you to be so clutzy." She muttered to herself.
Rogue then looked around and realized she had no idea where she was. It was now night and the glow of the Bayville lights were dimmer and smaller. She began to walk towards it hoping to find her way home once she got into town.
"Hold it thief!"
Before Rogue could react there was a sword pointed right in her face. She looked up at the swordsman whom was dressed in freakish armor. Is it Halloween already?
Rogue frowned at the man with the fake foil wrapped sword and pushed it away from her face. "Back off, ok?"
The man came after her and poked the sword into her back. She felt the pain of it's tip pricking into her skin. Ok it wasn't a fake foil wrapped sword.
Rogue immediately jumped away from the blade and went into fighting position as she stared the armored man down. "Ok sugar. Tell me who do you work for? Magneto?"
The man stared back although looking slightly confused. "I am a servant to the king of coarse. You on the other hand are nothing but a thief and I demand that you return the jewels you've stolen."
Rogue glared at him. "Look Ah didn't steal anything ya Lord of the Rings obsessed freak! Ah don't want to hurt you but if ya mess with meh ah will."
With that the man charged at her letting out a battle cry. She rolled her eyes before taking off her glove and grabbing on to his face. He immediately stopped screaming and stood in his place. Rogue expected that and waited for him to fall. Instead he turned around and stared at her in confusion. "What are you doing?"
Rogue pulled her hand away as her eyes grew in shock. She grabbed his face again. No reaction. "Why aren't ya fallin'?"
The man stared. "It usually takes more effort than touching my face to make me fall."
Suddenly Rogue realized that she wasn't in Bayville anymore. Here she wasn't even mutant. The fact that he kept calling her a thief she realized it. Somehow she turned into an actual rogue!
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Yeah it's a bizarre plot but I'm in a bizarre mood. R&R please. Flame if you want but just remember you'll be smashing a little girl's heart. Ok I'm not little but even 18 year olds bleed.
