Magneto
She sat in the back of the limo. A stack of files separating her from her mother. Mystique watched proudly as her daughter scanned through each one.
Rogue had insisted on bringing the files even though she had read them enough to memorize every subject and predicate contained within each sentence of every piece of paper held between its manila bindings. Truth is she hated limos. Most children when they first rode in limousines enjoyed pressing buttons or looking out of the window able to see the world with the world unable to see them.
Her first time however, was to her birth mother's funeral. For years her parents had been arguing. Fighting to the point that she even slept with shoes on since the floor was always covered in shattered ceramic plates with pillows over her head to drown out the noise. Her parents had always threatened to kill one another. She figured it was the same as normal couples saying 'I Love You' to each other until her father had actually made good on his promise and tossed her head first down the stairs.
The second time she was in a limo was three days later the same week. Her father was poisoned. The Police had found that his beers were laced. Because of the controversy over her parents' deaths none of her living relatives wanted to adopt her believing that the apple never fell too far from the tree and she would grow up to be some sort of homicidal maniac. They weren't too far from the truth.
Blinking away past memories she read over his file again. Magneto, born Eric Eisenhardt, is a keen strategist whose powers include magnetism manipulation, magnetic force fields, and flight. He also has two children, around her age, twins named Wanda and Pietro Maximoff who are also mutants.
Amongst his weaknesses are his children especially Wanda his favored child and his pride which often blinds him from the possibility that any of his followers would willingly betray him. He also has a questionable relationship with mutant Charles Xavier.
Flipping over a few pages she skipped to his strengths. Apparently he might even have some sort of telepathic power since he is able to sense other mutants' whereabouts without the need of any specialist equipment. He also has thousands of followers spanning the border not to mention the ones clustered in his island base of Genosha.
No matter. Rogue was not afraid. He was a man and at the end of the day no man was different than the next. They're all slaves to their impulses. Only putting others first when it benefits their selves just like her father.
Sitting that file down she opened her own. She had decided to come up with a new personality based off her true self. First she took the nick name her sisters gave her, Rogue, and made it into a real name. Secondly she decided to go Goth. That way she could be alone for great lengths of time without anyone finding it suspicious. She also quit smoking a week or two ago. She used to do it to dull the pain. But dulling the pain showed weakness and she would not show that to Magneto. She even cut her hair to her shoulders; going so far as to lose a great deal of weight. Not that she was fat, but the added weight was not a plus. This way she looked like fear. A walking dead girl. She liked that idea.
Also while giving herself a new background she made sure to learn of things that normal teenage girls did like listening to music. And with her being Goth now she listened to only those types of songs. Half of them made her want to slit her wrist afterwards. Oh how she hated music! But she had to do it. She filled her I-Pod to the brim with those.
Looking around her old town she changed her clothing style. Normal people didn't wear uniforms wherever they went. So she bought blue jeans. Lots of them. And cut holes in them along with a few shirts, skirts, shoes, and accessories. By the time she was done she almost believed she was another person. Almost.
"Mother," she looked at Mystique, "Tell the driver to pull over." Yes she even managed to beat her accent into submission.
She nodded. The driver pulled over by a peer. She exited the car carrying the files with her. Reaching into her pocket for a lighter she found one lone cigarette. It took all her will power not to put it in her mouth. But she would be embarking on a dangerous mission. One last smoke couldn't hurt.
She lifted it into her mouth rolling it around with her tongue taking in its sweet flavor before lighting it with her lighter. Rogue took one deep inhale before flicking it into the ocean. Lighter in hand she sat the corners of the files on fire. She watched the paper age before her. The fire causing it to crinkle in on itself.
And she watched. Fire. It was one thing she understood. The fact that something so small could cause so much damage that was unstoppable. Sometimes all you could do was watch.
Just like when her mother fell down the stairs.
When her hand grew uncomfortable from the heat she tossed it into the water watching it turn to ash before returning to the limo.
Hours later they arrived outside the warehouse. Rogue rolled down her window.
"Make me proud." Mystique said simply, "Oh and Daughter Payton asked me to give you this," Mystique held up a leather bracelet that had a small silver pendant hanging off of it with an image that looked like a bird from one direction and a fish from the other, "She told me to tell you word from word that 'everything is not as it appears'."
She rolled her eyes. Sister Payton, Mystique's second daughter was a whole eight months older than herself, and she acted the part of older sister to a T. "This is probably to remind me to stay vigilant around Magneto at all times."
Mystique nodded," She has always been there watching over you. Protecting you."
Rogue thought she saw jealousy mar her face before she got out. She grabbed her bags and walked to the entrance. Mystique waiting for her. She watched Mystique type a code in. A four number combo, 2012.
Looking over her shoulder she recognized the security system. The Vortex 3000 is a simple security system. High end, but simple. There is only one master code. The master code no matter what will unlock any and everything that is linked to the security system. The master code also has a set of derivative codes. Per the purchasers request there can be up to six different codes that can be allowed to gain entry to parts of the building.
So everyone inside besides the person who holds the master code, she assumed Magneto, has a four digit code. Once a certain code is typed in the security system will recognize you as such. However, if you mess up the building will lockdown. No one would able to get in or out unless they are in possession of the master code which is eight numbers long.
"Enter."
Rogue came inside to see an elderly man with sharp eyes sitting in the middle of the room on a chair. Behind him was a man made of metal, a furry man, and a man in an orange jumpsuit.
"Welcome." Magneto said shutting the door behind them, "Do you remember me?" Magneto asked.
"No."
"I remember you," he walked over to her, "In fact we met some time ago when Mystique adopted you. But you probably don't remember that. Apparently being witness to a traumatic experience can do that for a person."
"As you see I have brought the girl like you asked. Do you wish me to continue spying on the XMEN?"
"Rest my dear," he motioned for Mystique to take his chair, "A moments rest might do you some good."
"As you wish."
When he was sure that Mystique who he assumed was trying to betray him AGAIN wasn't going anywhere he turned back to Rogue, "I have waited years to be in possession of someone like you."
"Me?"
"Your powers. They are extraordinary. Beautiful and yet lethal. You see you more than likely have yet to see the big picture as to what your powers can do. Imagine someday not only can you absorb other mutant powers, but you can also retain them. Each and every one.
You will someday become powerful. Even more powerful than I. The future of mutant kind will soon be left in your hands for I am getting old. I haven't much longer, but you … you have a lifetime. Before I die I will make sure to make the humans pay for what they have done to our kind and when they are crippled and confused a new reign will take hold.
A world where mutants rule. After I die you will be wed to my son to start the next generation of world rulers with your loyal servants. For now, however, you must be trained."
"Who are they?" She didn't quite like the leers they were giving her.
"Your protectors. These are the strongest of the strongest mutants that serve under me. I have already informed them of my wishes. It is their duty to see that you live to fulfill my dream. They will also be your teachers, your companions, and whatever else you need."
"I see." Rogue looked them over. They were all men of course. There was bound to be a chink in the armor, "Magneto question."
"Ask away."
"I don't wish to sound rude but … why are there only three?"
"My son and his friends not to mention my daughter will take the number up to seven. I did have a forth Acolyte, but he has slipped through my fist yet again."
"As you see Rogue," Mystique interrupted, "They are your friends. They care for you."
"And you three. Stop lousing about. Introduce yourselves and take her bags to her room."
After a few introductions and a tour of the place Magneto pulled her aside. Aside from Mystique that is.
"Rogue as I've already told you I have plans. Big plans. And I cannot have your mother or anyone else ruining them. That includes you. Which is why in a months' time I am going to be sending you on a mission to prove yourself to me."
"Mission?"
"Have you ever heard of Charles Xavier School for the Gifted?"
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