In case it wouldn't make sense, and I don't want any flames on the subject, this is an AU. We never heard, saw, or heard of Rogue's parents in X-men : Evolution. If you've seen the original animated series from the 90's, you would know that her father was cruel to her because she was a mutant, but not in this series. I based this fic off of my own experiences, that scene from the series, and Carrie Underwood's 'Blown Away'. I highly recommend the original series AND the song, but I don't recommend the experiences.
Rogue sat on the porch as another crack of thunder sounded in the distance, a flash lighting up the horizon. The storm would be there in less than an hour, in more ways than one. Her storm never left. He was inside, drinking whiskey and watching a random western.
She looked down at her gloved hands. Damn herself and her curse. Why couldn't she have just been born normal? Was that really too much to ask? To not be the inferior scum of the earth?
Warm tears ran down her face like she was sure the rain and blood would soon. The clothes she had to wear to keep herself from touching were rather convinient. They worked well to hide the dark marks and scars of her physical pain, though there was nothing that could be done to hide the emotional torture from her eyes.
Her mother had taken her own life about three and a half years before. Her father had always been a mean man, yelling and even striking when the situation called for it in his eyes. Her mother had enough. When her daughter had been at school and her husband passed out at the kitchen table, she had taken his revolver and put a metal cylinder in her right temple.
Neither father nor daughter had ever fully gotten over the loss. Her father became even more of a cruel and insufferable man, beating Rogue whenever he felt like it and even taking it a few ways too far sexually. One night a year ago during one such session, she was sure he was going to kill her, but for what she didn't know. While begging the great Lord to send an Angel to help her, her father had reached out and grabbed her bared wrist, causing him to enter a coma for three days and her head for months. Her mutant powers had come through.
All it did was cause him to become more creative, use objects instead of fists. She missed her mom. She needed her mom.
Rain began to come down on the dry world, causing Rogue to shiver as the cool water hit her hot skin. Amidst the thunder and lightning, which was putting on a rather nice concert for her, she heard a rush of air that didn't quite resemble the winds of Mother Nature.
Standing, she walked around the back of their rundown, old house and saw in their massive backyard was a sleek, black jet. The door opened and a man in a wheelchair came out, followed by a gruff looking man.
For a reason she couldn't quite explain, she trusted them instantely and walked toward them. The bald man in the wheelchair smiled at her, "Hello. What's your name?"
She shrugged, "I go by Rogue."
"Well, Rogue, I have an offer for you to use, should you want to escape what you're living now. I want you to come to New York with me, learn to control who and what you are. Are you interested?"
She was so excited, she fainted. Relief and joy. Things she hadn't felt in years.
It's about time.
DO NOT FOLLOW THIS STORY! I WILL NOT UPDATE IT EVER! IT'S A ONE-SHOT!
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