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Summary: The thoughts of certain mutants (and people, later on, MAYBE).
Rating: PG (so far anyway)
Authoress: Katty
Note: Includes Season 1 and 2.
1 Musings
My life is SO miserable.
I know you've all probably heard of it some way or another by now, but to live without being able to touch another living being… To never experience true love's first kiss (or any damn kiss for that matter) without consequences, to never being really comforted by anyone because they can't touch your skin…Yup. My life is a classified Hell.
And I don't know why everyone thinks I like Scott. I mean, sure, he's nice and sweet sometimes, but he's not the type of guy I'd ever fall in love with. He's always too serious, it makes me feel like he never really wants to have fun. Maybe he's too busy moping over his little problem with Jean and who keeps dropping her off at night every day… (A/N-I'll give u a hint: DUNCAN ^___^)
And living with Irene wasn't that much fun, either. She always seemed to know what I'd been up to, or where I'd be going without me even telling her. I mean, all I had to do was THINK it and she'd be all over me. Then I found out she had powers too… Surprise surprise. And then Mystique confused me even more by morphing into all those X-Men and making me believe that they were bad… That really messed up my mind. And now there's a rumor that Mystique's my mother. Damn, I hope not.
I think Kurt's going through enough with his recent findings that Mystique was his mother. I can kinda imagine what it must feel like for him. Sad, confused, lonely, maybe angry… Now that I really think of it, that sounds a bit like me..
And now Mystique left, and I actually have a friend. She's a lot like me, too. She's from New England, her name's Risty, and she has PURPLE hair. That makes me look actually normal compared to my skunk-ish hair. Sort of. And she dresses like a Goth, too, so it doesn't make me feel like an outsider.
But…
I still am an outsider, even to the X-Men. The X-Men who can touch people, who can hold hands without having to be careful… While I have to be especially careful as to where I touch people and so they won't touch me by accident. No one can really trust me, even if they think they do.
Not even I can trust myself.
How sad can I get?
*Fini*
Oooh…Sarcasm..hehe.
So. That's rogue. And for Neva, if yer readin this, I am kinda an Anti- Xavier person, and anti magneto and anti scott and anti…I'll stop now before an angry--- uh, angriER mob comes chasing after me with pitchforks and fire. Not that I hate fire, I love it, actually. But pitchforks? Uh, no thanks.
But anyway.
R/R!!!!
-Katty
PS- uh, to Neva again, I would make Xavier sound all evil, but I'm trying to write about both sides of the person. Like, neutral. Switzerland. Whatever. (no offense, cuz I offend ppl a lot and I'm not even TRYING to)
Summary: The thoughts of certain mutants (and people, later on, MAYBE).
Rating: PG (so far anyway)
Authoress: Katty
Note: Includes Season 1 and 2.
1 Musings
My life is SO miserable.
I know you've all probably heard of it some way or another by now, but to live without being able to touch another living being… To never experience true love's first kiss (or any damn kiss for that matter) without consequences, to never being really comforted by anyone because they can't touch your skin…Yup. My life is a classified Hell.
And I don't know why everyone thinks I like Scott. I mean, sure, he's nice and sweet sometimes, but he's not the type of guy I'd ever fall in love with. He's always too serious, it makes me feel like he never really wants to have fun. Maybe he's too busy moping over his little problem with Jean and who keeps dropping her off at night every day… (A/N-I'll give u a hint: DUNCAN ^___^)
And living with Irene wasn't that much fun, either. She always seemed to know what I'd been up to, or where I'd be going without me even telling her. I mean, all I had to do was THINK it and she'd be all over me. Then I found out she had powers too… Surprise surprise. And then Mystique confused me even more by morphing into all those X-Men and making me believe that they were bad… That really messed up my mind. And now there's a rumor that Mystique's my mother. Damn, I hope not.
I think Kurt's going through enough with his recent findings that Mystique was his mother. I can kinda imagine what it must feel like for him. Sad, confused, lonely, maybe angry… Now that I really think of it, that sounds a bit like me..
And now Mystique left, and I actually have a friend. She's a lot like me, too. She's from New England, her name's Risty, and she has PURPLE hair. That makes me look actually normal compared to my skunk-ish hair. Sort of. And she dresses like a Goth, too, so it doesn't make me feel like an outsider.
But…
I still am an outsider, even to the X-Men. The X-Men who can touch people, who can hold hands without having to be careful… While I have to be especially careful as to where I touch people and so they won't touch me by accident. No one can really trust me, even if they think they do.
Not even I can trust myself.
How sad can I get?
*Fini*
Oooh…Sarcasm..hehe.
So. That's rogue. And for Neva, if yer readin this, I am kinda an Anti- Xavier person, and anti magneto and anti scott and anti…I'll stop now before an angry--- uh, angriER mob comes chasing after me with pitchforks and fire. Not that I hate fire, I love it, actually. But pitchforks? Uh, no thanks.
But anyway.
R/R!!!!
-Katty
PS- uh, to Neva again, I would make Xavier sound all evil, but I'm trying to write about both sides of the person. Like, neutral. Switzerland. Whatever. (no offense, cuz I offend ppl a lot and I'm not even TRYING to)