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Delirious Future #1
The birth of Rogue

Touch is something that people take for granted. They go around not putting much thought in this little... no big thing they do everyday. They touch each other arms in conversation without even knowing. They can show there affection on a level that I will never be able to. By kissing, hugging and the most important way by making love but, all of this involves touching. People don't realize how lucky they are.

I used to be able to touch. To be carefree and not have to watch my every movement so that I don't accidentally put someone in a coma like the one I put my first boyfriend. Figures, the first boy that I decide to kiss, I almost killed. Most girls want here first kiss to be something special and memorable not deadly and unforgivable. Then if that wasn't bad enough my parents kicked me out of there house.

I can still remember the look on my parent's face on that dreadful day when they walked into my room. They looked at me like I was a stranger as if in that moment I wasn't their daughter. After the ambulance left they told me that they wouldn't tolerate having a mutant living under their roof. I was ordered to leave before sunrise or else. I tried to reason with them, to tell them that I was still their daughter and begged for their forgiveness.

This only added to my father's anger and he slapped me hard across the face activating my powers in the process. I got to see a small glimpse of the amount of hate that he felt for me. I never knew true hatred and resentment until that moment. How could someone feel that strongly negatively toward someone that just this morning was telling said person that he loved her and how a good daughter she is. In that moment I felt like a part of me died. That part that trusted in people and in unconditional love.

That night of packing was the longest night of my life. I couldn't cry anymore I couldn't feel for that matter. My entire world had just crashed around me leaving me with a sense of emptiness. My parent came in to see that I was in fact packing and wasn't doing anything mutant like. They gave me some money and told me to get as far away as possible because they never wanted to see me again. Then they when to bed locking there doors probably they were afraid that I would come and kill them in their sleep.

When my duffle was packed I went into the kitchen and left my keys to the house and a letter that I wrote to my boyfriend telling him how sorry I was. The moment that I walked through the front door it was clear that in order to survive Marie had to leave and make place for someone more suitable. That was the birth of Rogue and the death of Marie.