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A/N: Okay so, here's an X-men story I've had on my computer for a few years and which I've been REALLY on the fence about publishing. However, I finally went through my e-mail this week and realized that in the last year ( I know what's wrong with me? A year without going through my e-mail. Oh the shame...) a bunch of people have made my stories favourites or made me a favourite author. So I feel like I should post something by way of thanks. So here is the introduction to the story....
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The man approached the house, rain dripping from the hair falling into his eyes, which were lifted to the imposing stone ivy clad mansion at the end of the drive. He looked worn and tired, gray hairs already lacing through the dirty blonde. His face was weathered and gaunt as if he'd spend quite a few nights roughing it out in the wind, fine lines were forming round his eyes and mouth. HE wondered if anyone would remember him at the mansion it had been what? Ten years since he'd seen anyone had seen him. Didn't matter if they didn't the mansion was his home, it had been for fifteen years, even if for the last ten he was too afraid to return. He reached the front door and rang the bell, his hand reaching to nervously flick his lighter.
Rogue opened the door, he knew it was her, she was beautiful, in her prime, her face alight with joy and excitement for a moment, then she saw him and her expression changed, to one of pity. She still had her characteristic white streaks around her face though not her signature gloves. Her stomach was pouched out a bit, he guessed she was pregnant.
When she'd opened the door she'd thought it was Logan, she'd been expecting him for days but he still hadn't come, instead there was a man, probably homeless, a wanderer no doubt. HE looked like a long suffering mutant, maybe mid-to late thirties, dirty dirty blond hair laced through with gray. Something about him was ringing a bell where did she know him from? It was long ago she knew that much, maybe he'd been in San Fransisco the day she'd gotten the cure, on one side or another. She eyed the scar on the man's forehead something told her this man had been on Alcatraz with Magneto. Then she heard it, the steady click flick click flick click flick she looked down to his hand it was flicking a lighter open and closed than suddenly she had it. A smirk, a laugh, a sarcastic voice, and the steady click flick of a lighter that had been the rhythm to her life, how long ago had it been? ten years? Twelve? She looked into the man's face and saw him in there, beneath the ravages of time, weather, hunger and care was still the same face, the same fire though it had no anger now just sadness. Rogue put her hand on her stomach "Pyro?" she gasped.
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Short, I know but it's only the introduction and the next chapter's going to be longer. Review if you like, and if you don't, well venting healthy I guess.