Okay so I'm trying to start writing longer chapter, but I could really use some help. Any ideas about things that should happen or suggestion, please tell me! Send me a message! I'm begging y'all!
"I can't believe you guys are, like, even considering not going after her." Kitty shouted at Jean and Scott, her fists clenched. "Does it even matter to you that we may never see her again."
"Of course we do. But the world needs us right now, with apocalypse gaining more power as we speak, we need to concentrate on the larger threat." Jean was in that mood again, her expression a forced patience and her voice similar to that of a parent to an ignorant child.
"But we need her. She is the only one of us that may have enough power to take him down." Kitty was getting impatient. They just wouldn't see her point, it's like they didn't even care. "Were not even trying very hard. Ceribro is working, but you haven't once tried to find her with it."
"Kitty we have tried to find her, and when apocalypse is taken down we will be free to do everything we need to to find her. But the world is going to end if we don't do something and do something soon."
Kitty started to protest, but Logan stepped out of the shadows. She glared at Scott and Jean as he began to speak. "Kitty, I miss her too, we all do. And I agree with you that we need to find her. She may very well be the only one who can stop apocalypse, but their right. I don't like it, but that's the way it is."
"But she is like, part of the team Logan."
"I know that kid. Jean will try Ceribro" a glare at the red-head stopped any comment from coming. "And if we find her, we will get her back before we do anything concerning apocalypse. I swear it."
Kitty hesitated, then nodded as they all headed towards Ceribro
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Stumbling into an alleyway behind a best buy in Hammond, Louisiana Rouge felt her knees give out the moment she was clear of view from the street. I have got to give myself more time to find a crash spot next time. She had been riding all day and her legs had gone numb hours ago from the combined heat radiating off the engine and the pressure she used to hold herself on. Not to mention the fact that she hadn't slept more than fifteen minutes since she'd run.
Eyes fluttering, she just laid for a moment, her mind foggy yet not quite able to shut down for the night. I wonder what they're doing. The very thought of her former family was enough to make her want to cry. But I can't cry. I'm Rouge. Or I was anyways. Sighing, she closed her eyes and forced herself into sleep.
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"But momma, I don't want to go to school." A young girl, about six years old stood outside a large, brick building. Her arms wrapped around her mother's covered legs, wrists locked together in a show of defiance not many were used to seeing from young southern bells. "I want to stay at home with you." Her voice was choked with emotion and her mother smiled.
"Marie dear, I promise you, you will be safe and sound here at school. I will be back to pick you up at the end of the day." The mother said, brushing her brown hair from her blank, sightless eyes. The black glasses she normally wore hung clasped to her purse, put there to avoid being lost.
"But what if you need something, I won't be there to help you like I always am." Marie pointed out "What if you fall, or get lost." She paled at the thought, though her guardian couldn't see it. Her mother laughed.
"You make it sound as though I'm a lost dog. You know Justin will drive me home, he drives us everywhere. And I'm sure I can manage to not get into any trouble for a few hours." She kissed Marie's cheek. "Have a good day at school. I'm sure you'll like it more then you expect." Hugging the girl hard, she turned and used her walking stick to find her way back to the car, where their driver opened the door for her and drove away.
Turning to the building ahead of her, Marie sighed and walked through the doors into what she would soon come to refer to as her personal hell.
A few months later, Marie snuck out of her kindergarten class, with the intent of using the cell phone she had been given for emergencies to call and check up on her mother as she did most every day. Walking out onto the playground, she dialed the number for her home phone, which she knew automatically by now.
Three rings and the voice machine came on. "Hello, this is Irene and Marie, we can't get to the phone at the moment, so please leave a message and we will return your call as soon as we can. Have a good day and god bless." The beep sounded and Marie sighed. Irene had lately taken to not answering when she called, saying she should know by now that her mother could take care of herself on her own.
Hurrying down the hall, she passed the teachers' lounge; the door cracked a little bit to let out the heat of the sun and a cool breeze blow threw the room from the cracked window.
"I swear that girl is odd, she doesn't like socializing with the other children, and any time someone comes near her she flinches away, saying something ridiculous about a skin disease. Just the other day she almost clawed out one of the boys eyes because he stole her glove. She's a little devil." Her teacher's voice droned and Marie rolled her eyes.
"Sounds like a regular Rouge personality to me." The English accent of the school's principal quirked. "Had a few of those in my classes over the years. Give her time, she'll come around and be playing with the other children like every other little girl out there."
Walking away from the door, Marie grinned. They thought she was bad now. Just wait and see how bad I can be.
The next few weeks, her soul purpose in life was to make her teachers miserable. She had stopped answering to Marie, saying it was too much of a girl's name. When one of the other children pointed out the obvious fact that she was, in fact a girl, she had just smiled maliciously.
"Well then what would you like to be called mari-" her teacher cut herself off, pressing her fingers to her eyes to stop the slight twitch beginning to start.
"Rouge." the girl responded responded. Little did she know, the name would become much more than a title used to annoy her teachers.
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Rouge awoke to the dawn sun shining down into her eyes. "Kitty close the dam curtains, I'm-" she sat up, startled for a moment to find that she was not in her bed back at the institute. Then she sighed, and stood, grabbing her bag from its spot as her pillow and headed into the city.
I hate flash-backs. As if I'm not screwed up enough with all these memories of other people in my head, I don't need to start remembering the ones I purposely shoved away.
She had parked the bike, which she had affectionately come to refer to as Al, in the lot of the gas station a few blocks down from where she had spent the night. Groaning at the sight of a cluster of three teenage boys leaning against it, she picked up her pace, intending to get herself in and out as fast as she could with minimal damage.
"Y'all mind telling me what you're doing near my bike."
Pushing off of his post sitting against the motor, the man who appeared to be the leader smirked. "What's a pretty girl like you doing with a shitty bike like this?" his goons laughed and Rouge resisted the urge to drain each one of their smug faces.
"Seems to me that that's not any of your business. I got places to be so either you back off and let me get back to my life, or I can make you and there is no guarantee that you'll have much of one to get back to when I'm done." Getting impatient, Rouge shoved her way through the crowd and shoved one of the guys off the seat and stared the motor, revving the throttle.
"Hey bitch, no one touches me like that." The boy had picked himself up off the pavement and his bare fist closing in rapidly onto her face. Without time to react, or a place to dodge to, Rouge's eyes widened and she braced herself. The fist plowed into her cheek, and a flash of lights erupted around the duo. Rouge yelped and gunned the bike out onto the street, leaving the man collapsed in a heap on the ground, his friends standing shocked around him.
No, no, no. this can't happen. Tears streaming down her face, Rouge darted between back allies and side streets, avoiding police with the new information that had been forced into her mind. By the time the boy came to, Rouge was far away, leaving Hammond in the dust.
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People whizzed by, psyches of people she didn't even know passing in and out of her life in the blink of an eye. Jean squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the little she knew about her team mates mind.
The mutant population was expanding, Jean could feel it. New surges in active x-genes were becoming more and more frequent, with the most centering around the pyramids apocalypse had taken control of.
If we don't stop him, the world could end and we'll all die. Jean grumbled mentally. Beast and Kurt had been searching through ancient manuscripts for any way to stop apocalypse. So far they had turned up nothing. Kurt, who had sided with Kitty in the debate of where their main search efforts should lie, had grumbled the entire time he worked, saying in German how Rouge would be able to take down apocalypse, if only they could find her.
This is a waste of time. When apocalypse is gone, we can find Rouge but now we need to concentrate on saving the world.
Her mutterings were interrupted by a sharp mental blast. Ceribro instantly took her to a city in the south. Jean had only a moment before her psyche was thrust into the mind of a powerful mutant. Confusion rang threw her mind before she cleared her thoughts. No, no, no. this can't happen.
Jean knew that voice, even in the mind, she recognized Rouge as she speed away, tears leaking down her face.
Yanking off the helmet, Jean sighed. The doors slid apart and Kitty, Kurt and Logan all hurried in to her.
"Like, did you find her?"
"Did you see my sister?"
Logan's voice the night before echoed threw her mind. They won't stop apocalypse if I tell them I know where Rouge is.
Three pairs of eyes stared at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"Well red, you see anything?" Logan asked roughly
Jean squared her shoulders, and closed her eyes. "No, I didn't see anything that could help us find her." Without another word, she walked out of the chamber, guilt like a cloud in her mind.
Okay so that's a bit longer. I guess. I'm going to gradually start making longer chapters, one page in Microsoft, to two, up to three and so on. How many Microsoft pages make a decent sized chapter? Anyone with suggestions let me know. I also need good music to listen to while I'm writing so any ideas would be great! Love y'all. Oh and guess what! Remy is going to pop up in the next chapter, one after that at the latest. Keep in mind that this has only happened over like, one or two days. Lol. Post expected soon. ;)