Discovering Rogue Chapter 2: Just Keep Running, a x-men fanfic

Discovering Rogue:

Chapter 2 : Just Keep Running

Summary: Rogue is on the run once again, she has been going from town to town staying for days at a time, avoiding certain places connected to her past, but now she finds that she will have to go through New Orleans on her way up to the areas she hasn't visited before. New Orleans is one of her past places she would much rather not visit. However, now she has no choice, after finding herself chased out of another town she heads out to New Orleans, one of the capitals of her troubled life.

Disclaimer: I do not own the x-men

-A-

Here she is, back where she started, on the run, again. Everywhere she goes trouble seems to follow her. It's not like she invites it to accompany her on her haphazard journey in life or anything, it just always seems to be there, always one step behind her but it always inevitably catches up and finds her anyway. No matter how far she goes or how fast she runs from it, her past always seems to catch up with her in one way or another, and most of the time… well actually - who's she kidding, certainly not herself, - it always finds her, and when that happens it means bad news, for her anyway.

This time it had been another news bulletin about mutants, usually it was someone from her town or a missing poster with her on it that caused her to go back in to hiding, and just when she had thought it was becoming safe for her to be seen in the open, this had started to happen. Wherever she went now, people seemed to know more and more about mutants and they were becoming less and less trusting to strangers passing through, especially unnatural looking ones who wore long gloves, covered all their skin and had silver/white streaks in their hair.

Those stupid politicians who were arguing that mutants were too dangerous were making her life hell – well, more like hell than it already was. Most of the time she couldn't step in to a shop or a bar even without people giving her dirty looks, let alone do her usual thing of going from town to town and conning a drink out of bartender here and there.

Everywhere she turned people were becoming very aware of mutants and how to spot one, all thanks to some stuffy boardroom communists who seemed to believe they were the master race and that they should turn the world's people against each other to profit themselves.

Yet again she had stopped at a bar on her way through town - she wasn't an alcoholic but the atmosphere and the smell of bars always helped to calm her for some reason which she chose to forget and forcefully push to the back of her mind constantly- , not really going anywhere, just moving around so that she could forget and live happily in her own little world. That was how she wanted it, but once again it didn't seem to be that easy.

As soon as she had parked her motorcycle and stepped in to the bar, all eyes were on her. She could tell by their faces that most of them were just checking her out but a couple of guys were looking at her as if she was a freak and their expressions of disgust were evident on their faces which revealed their obvious theory and feelings about her.

She tried to ignore it as she walked past them and sat at the bar, she could still feel their eyes on her as everything else in the bar went back to the way it had been before she stepped through the doors, and the atmosphere –that one that only bars have, kind of comforting and familiar to Rogue – returned to normal.

She ordered a double whisky, straight, from the bartender and sat there drinking her drink and lost in her thoughts again, always aware of the men a little way from her who were whispering.

As usual no one had asked her for identification because one of her many useful skills that she was talented at was the art of persuasion – also known as telepathically getting inside someone's mind and making them conveniently think that she had shown them her ID already and that she was actually at a legal age to drink.

She had just finished her drink and was about to leave when another news bulletin about mutants came on. The reporter on the screen was going on about how several key members of the government - who had to remain unnamed for obvious purposes - had stated that mutants were dangerous and possibly the largest and most immediate threat that the world faced today.

Just like the african-americans and the Jewish and all the other races had been persecuted before throughout history, it was now time for evolution to give humans another race of people to victimise, mutants.

The two bulky looking guys who had been whispering and had seemed unsure of what to do before, had just been spurred on by the news report; Rogue could tell because she could feel their mixed emotions of hatred, anger, confusion and mostly frustration - in fear of something they don't understand - emanating from them in waves towards her – thanks to her having the ability of heightened empathy.

She just stood up, pulled up her hood, left a little of her wads of stolen cash on the bar to pay for her drink and made her way to the exit so stealthily that she seemed like a ghost to those few people who actually noticed her leave.

As she made her way to her motorbike she felt the presence of two hostile people following her. She acted natural at first, as if she hadn't noticed them, but as soon as she was at her bike and the people were closing in on her she spun around on her heel and stared right at them, in a menacing way, as if to challenge them to dare come any closer.

They paid her expression barely any mind though as they advanced. It was very dark out now since it was quite late, but as they stepped under the light of a nearby lamppost she saw them and recognised them instantly as the two seemingly anti-mutant guys from inside the bar.

As they got closer to her she just got madder and madder at them for daring to think that they could do anything to her. In the past she had seen what humans could do, what some supposedly human beings had done to mutants, the horrible things mutants had endured, the torture administered by humans who were apparently just doing their duty. This just helped to fuel the rage within her.

Meanwhile the two men were getting closer to her and they stupidly took the blank expression on her face to be one of fear as they began to taunt her, believing they were in control of the situation and that they had already won. How wrong they were though.

They were invading her personal space by now, they were only a step away from her as they continued their taunting and jeering at her, asking her what her name was over and over and telling her that they would make her wish that she was dead by the time they were done with her. 'What could a little mutie girl do against them' they thought as they finally charged forward in an attempt to attack her.

But they were sadly mistaken to think that they could ever do anything to her, unfortunately for them they realised it too late, only when they looked in to her eyes and they saw fire did they realized how big a mistake they had made. However, before they could even flee they got a small demonstration of her amazing power as she defended herself a little too well for humanities' liking.

By the time Rogue had snapped out of her anger filled thoughts the two guys who had dared to attack her were on the ground, beaten to a bloody mess. As she calmed down from her outburst – she really had to work on her control issues sometime – she still had a little malice left in her, so she bent down and leaned over them.

"The name is Rogue and for your information I'm already dead, I live a life in hell everyday and there is nothing left that you can do to me, not now, not ever, so don't you forget it scum", she whispered in their ears, as they were lying there on the ground, barely conscious.

As she stood up straight she kicked them both hard in the ribs and stomach and when she was finally done she stood back and admired her handiwork for a few seconds, until Rogue heard the familiar sirens of the police in the distance and she realised that someone must have called them after noticing her leave and seeing her beat up those two guys with inhuman strength - it was open hunting season on mutants after all.

She knew that she had to leave town, now and quickly lest she would be caught and knowing how most police were with mutants in the other towns she had visited she knew that she would most likely be thrown in jail on false charges - they couldn't arrest people for being a mutant, yet – where even more people would try to kill her for who she was and what she couldn't help being, a mutant. She really couldn't be bothered with any more fighting for tonight, not since she had already filled her daily quota with these two mutant haters at her feet.

She had already planned to go to New Orleans next anyway, just not this early and definitely not so suddenly as to be chased out of town by cops, but she supposed that now was better than never. So she immediately set off on her bike as fast as she could, leaving her attackers and her would be pursuers in the dirt behind her.

-A-

So that was the second chapter of my story 'Discovering Rogue'.

I hope it was all right and that y'all liked it.

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…Anie