'When ya wish upon a star' Rogue thought aloud as she walked down the night roads leaving Bayville city. 'Yer truly dense fer believing that it would actually come true.' The night was growing colder and darker with each step that she took, Rogue wondered how much longer until they were to find out. She had grown used to it over the many years, the cold. Her skin gone pale, eyes dull and darkened with over whelming pain and loneliness. 'No one should have ta go though such pain' someone told her around the time when her powers had just started out, they're dead now.
A single note on the kitchen counter left to tell the world what wishing did for anyone, nothing.
Ah shall always be alone and ah thank that now ahm ready ta face that. Ah do not need the Xmen anymore to gave me false hope that someday ma powers, ma curse, am pain shall come to an end. Please do not search fer ma, fer ah don't wish to be found. You all could not and can never grant ma wish of freedom from ma power shackles so jus do ma a favor an grant this wish, jus leave ma be.
Rogue
The wind blew through the open window, blowing the light paper to the ground were in just a few hours it was to be stepped on, forgotten with time.
Her train was to leave in three minutes; Rogue sat herself carefully close to the window, recklessly placing her bag on the ground between her scuffed boots. A small photo fell from it unnoticed or if she had she didn't care anymore. Rogue sighed as she felt the train begin to move, she didn't quite know where the train was going, she had jumped on the first one that she saw that was leaving her past. No mer time fer being sad Rogue ya gotta fer get about them all, they couldn't help ya and so yer jus gonna have ta proceed with yer plain
'Tell me Strips, what kind of plain is running?'
Logan ah told ya, jus leave ma alone okay?
'Fine but yer still making a mistake kid' Logan's psyche became quiet once more, joining in with the others trapped within her mind in silence who, as Rogue had guessed were feeling Rogue's pain. Rogue bent down to pull her head phones out of her bag, she stopped though seeing her hands, her gloves. Anger arose inside Rogue causing her to pull off her gloves in annoyance and toss them out the small open train window. 'If ah need them ever again ah'll simply buy more, not like ah don't have the money' She said to herself pulling out an average sized wad of cash that she had been saving in the back of her closet, for this very accession.
'Ya know miss ya shouldn't speak aloud that you have such money on yer person' Rogue turned her head slowly towards the door of her compartment to see a small man dressed in what looked to be an old suit. 'Trust ma sir if someone tries ta take it off ma person ah can take care of maself' she told the man returning the wad back to her pocket, and reaching once more for her headphones deep inside her bag. The man smiled but did not move 'I did not wish to be rude miss, that wasn't my intentions at all.' Rogue looked up at the man once more, this time studying him cautiously. He looked to be a business man, a very old one at that. He wore a loss black suit and small rimed glasses that fell to the end of his nose. His little hair was whitish gray and brushed back but was messily and wild all the same. Rogue without realizing what she was doing, smiled at the man, for a reason unknown to Rogue she sensed that the man was kind, maybe it was the fact that he looked like a small teddy bear that you just wanted to hug. 'Okay sir what be yer intentions then?' she asked finally finding her headphones and placing them around her neck, still starring at the man. 'Well miss you see there are no more rooms left unused on this train. Yours was the first I saw open and I was wondering if you did not mind me joining you. If so then I shall go but I truly shall not bother you if that's your worry.'
Rogue once more smiled at the man 'Na ah don mind at all, besides this trains starting ta take off and ah think ya should find a seat before then' The little man smiled and sat himself down in the seat across from Rogue. He had but one bag on him along with a brown leather suitcase. Rogue was about to hit play on her player when a bright light coming from his suitcase flashed her in the face. She squinted trying to see what it was, on the leather suitcase there was a small gold name lag reading Jack P Johnson which Rogue guessed was his name. Jack saw her looking and sitting himself down said 'Oh yes I have yet to introduce myself' He outstretched his hand to Rogue, making her worry now mad at herself for throwing her gloves out the window. 'um, ahm' A loud voice came over the loud speaker drowning out her name as well as making Mr. Johnson place his hands tightly over his ears.
'This is your conductor speaking' he began making Rogue think of course who else it would be yelling over the stupid radio 'We will be arriving in New Orleans in say about four, three hours thank you for riding coast to coast trail.' There was a light clicking sound as his voice died off and a sigh coming from Jack who finally took his hands off his ears. 'Are you alright sug?' Rogue asked seeing that Jack's face was beat red and he and started to pant. 'Yes I believe so but can you gasp open a window?' Rogue nodded as she made her way over and opened the same window that she had dropped her gloves out of only minutes before. Jack walked slowly over towards the window and taking a deep breath in, placed a hand on Rogue's shoulder. At first Rogue wandered if Mr. Johnson was having a heart attack but as his face began to turn to its right full color her told her different.
'It's a sad thing and you're lucky that you don't have to go through it' He said letting go of her and returning to his seat. 'What ya talking about Mr. Johnson?' She asked, watching the small man's eyes close and open them slowly again 'Child I am a mutant, it is quite a painful thing, I hope you will not treat me differently knowing this fact.' Rogue didn't speak at first, just took what she had heard in but Jack seemed to think different of her sudden silence 'Well if you are uncomfortable then I shall'
'Ya mind if ah ask what power ya got?' He smiled at her, a caring smile reminding her once more of a teddy bear that she wanted to hug. 'I have the power of the enhanced sense of hearing and I do hate my power, I have little control over it and it creates quite a headache on my part.' Rogue nodded and faced the window once more; Mr. Johnson though continued to stare at her. She felt his eyes on her and turned to look at him 'I don't mean to pester but you don't mind that I'm a mutant?' Rogue nodded realizing that she probably should tell him why 'ah guess cause ahm a mutant as well an ah know what no control feels like' Silence fell upon them once more, broken a minute later by Rogue 'Ah've got the power ta absorb others energy, memories, life force, strengths and weaknesses and fer mutants there powers. Worse part being that ah got no control over it and a skin ta skin touch is all it takes.' Rogue starred down once more at her pale hands 'Ah can never touch, feel an they, the ones that ah absorb they stay in ma head fer ever' She looked up at Jack to see if he understood, it surprised her to see a smile on his face though.
'Child I believe that I can help' She looked at him confused but smiling again and clearing his throat he continued 'Ever since my powers came to be oh say many years ago I don't quite remember now. Well I started on a way to take away the power and I believe that I am close to finding a cure one might say.' Rogue's eyes filled with a mixture of shock and happiness and her hands began to shake at the thought of, of freedom. 'Now child um what did you say your name was again?' He asked laughing somewhat 'Oh yea Rogue' He smiled 'See yet another trouble with my power, I may be able to hear but my memory is not at its best.' She laughed at this but stopped when he spoke up again 'I have not found my cure yet but when I do' he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pen and a small paper 'I'd like to give you a call' Rogue nodded and taking the pen and paper wrote down her email address.
Jack laughed once more followed by a slight cough 'I should have guessed that you wouldn't have a number on you' She smiled and nodded 'Yea got a laptop but oddly no cell phone' Both laughed at this until the happiness suddenly fell leaving Rogue to return to her window and Jack to well waiting. Rogue was quite sure what he was waiting for but deep down she knew that it was the same as her, a wish come true.
Hours later the train pulled into the station in a place that Rogue somehow remembered even though she had never been there before. She and Jack said there good byes both heading in different directions to which ever way there destiny pulled them to. For Rogue she had yet to realize that her past and destiny were once more about to collide in an unforgettable battle of a wish come true.
A young man walked down the streets of New Orleans, every woman that he past their eyes on him, the way he liked it. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses hiding his unique eyes, a pair of black gloves and a long tan trench coat with one guesses fifteen decks of cards and his morning finds in numerous unseen pockets. He had returned home once his job as an Acolyte ended in search of something to keep him busy. He had developed par say a crush back in Bayville city and decided to do what he always did when he ever got too attached to something, leave. After all what was the point of loving an untouchable though the challenge was great the possibilities of it loving him back were slim to none. Remy Lebeau leaned himself against a store wall nearly falling over as he watched the train arrivals walk into town, one more so important then the rest. Her hair brown nearly hidden underneath the hood of a long black cloak. He could see her eyes though, dark green emeralds, pools of pain and great sadness. There were no gloves on this woman which lead Remy Lebeau to believe that his eyes were just playing tricks on him until she stopped walking to remove her cloak. The woman stopped away from the crowd, Remy looked around him seeing that most of the other men were doing the same, awaiting to see what lay under the hood. She slowly pulled back her hood and off her cloak, stunning Remy along with most of the other men. Two white strips framed a pale skinned face the rest of the long wavy hair brown. Everything else just had Remy remembered, remembered Rogue.
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