I don't own X-men:Evolution k? I keep spelling Rogue's name wrong!! Sorry! Just force of habit I guess.(pouts) I'll try 2 do better next time, but if I can't just ignore it.
*Bizounce*
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She came back. She looked worn and tired.She was sogging wet and her two-toned hair was matted to her face. Her clothes were torn and muddy, sogging off her body. Blood was coming out of a few wounds pouring out of places I didn't see. Her make-up and bad ass attitude had been washed away by the storm. She was unconscious and she laid there limply. What the fuck happened to you Roguey? Fred, Todd, Pietro and me watched as Mystique carried her into the house, dripping wet herself. She looked straight ahead and emotionless. What was up with her? Fred sits back on the couch and snatches the remote from Todd. I take a glance at the white haired Daddy's boy to see that he's still staring at the hall way Mystique went.
I rolled my eyes and sat back down in my chair blasting my headphones. I couldn't shake that look Pietro had given Roguey when she came in.I don't know why but it got me a little pissed. And the more I thought about it the more royally pissed I got. Mystique comes out of the hallway and makes a cup of tea for herself. She must've dropped Roguey off in one of the rooms. Probably her own.
"Go to bed."
He voice surprised us all. Almost as much as what she said. Todd laughed and snatched the remote from Freddie with his tongue.
"(laughing) What the hell're you talking about? We ain't no babies." He said flipping the channel. Mystique got up from the kitchen table and walked over. There was something about her melancholy, and yeah I know what that word means, that I didn't like. A little too eerie for me. She walked over to Todd and yanked the remote from his hand and bitch slapped him knocking his head into the couch.
"I said.Bed. Now."
We all immediately got up and ran to our own rooms. Well I was walking as slow as I could I waited for the rest to get ahead of me to where they couldn't hear before turning around to face Mystique. What I saw shocked me shitless. There was the big bad boss lady haunched over the table. It looked like she was about to break down or something. I opened my mouth to ask something I wanted to ask since she came in.
"Is Rogue ok?"
I snapped my head to the left to see pussy boy standing there staring at Mystique. Damn, he beat me to the punch. Mystique didn't move, her voice sounded like she just got the shit beaten outta her.
"Don't make me repeat myself Pietro. Don't expect me to write you a pass to school tomorrow."
She sounded deadly. Pietro nodded and went for the hallway I was standing in. I shoved shoulders with him on purpose. What can I saw? Pussy boy was seriously pissing me off at the moment. He didn't even shove back or try to fight back at all, not like I expected. He just gave me a glare that said 'later' and walked on to his room. I just glared back and stood there watching Mystique. After about ten minutes her shoulders began to shake a little. Huh? No.Fucking.WAY! Mystique couldn't be crying. She was too strong for that!
"She hates me. Hates everything about me. Rogue, my own daughter tried to use her powers on me. She'd rather die in the storm than in my arms."
Her shoulder shook with each syllable. At that moment I felt bad for her. *Really* bad for her. Who in the hell was she talking to? Me?
"Did you expect her to run into mummy's arms the minute they opened? Kurt had loving parents. He had them to run to. Rogue had a parent that would sooner bring a knife to her throat than kiss her goodnight. And just when she thought she had her family back she discovered it was all a lie. You really are pitiful you know that?"
My eyes dashed to the window. A purple and red cape fluttered a bit inside. I froze praying he didn't notice me. Mystique whirled around and flung her mug at him.
"This is all your fault!!! YOU ALREADY TOOK MY SON AWAY FROM ME BUT THE LEAST YOU COULD'VE DONE WAS LEAVE MY BABY GIRL BE!!! You took everything away from me. And I swear if its the last thing my body can take that I'll make you pay!"
Boss lady was shaking by now. But it wasn't from tears. She was ultra-pissed. Even Magneto should be afraid of her now. After they held their little staring contest he left. Closed windows and all. Mystique let out a sigh and turned to the hallway. *My* hallway! I panicked and dashed into the room next to me, not really caring who's it was.
"Lance you perve get the hell out!!" Out of all the friggin room next to me I had to go into Freddie's. Ugh, if what I think is behind me is behind me than I *really* don't want to turn around.
"Shut up will you! I'll be out in a second jesus." I hissed at him. Thank god I could do that without having to face the ton of lard.
After the steps faded out I walked out of the room, much to all both of our reliefs. Mystique was no where to be seen so I just crept to my room. I yawned and ran a hand through my my hair. It was late I guess. I could find out what happened later. I walked to my door and was about to open it when Mystique's voice filtered through the air. What the hell? I opened my door a bit and peered in. Sure enough there she was sitting on my bed. Roguey was laying there to. Still unconscious probably. She stroked the two-toned hair carefully avoiding her skin and staring at her face. Mystique then took out a something from a small sack. I squinted hard enough and barely made out what looked like a needle injection.
Ok now this is just *freaky*. She took the needle to Roguey's arm and injected whatever stuff she had into her. She took out the needle and put it back in the sack. After a while of staring Mystique took of a glove and brought it to Roguey's face. She hesitated a second and then laid her palm on her cheek. WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING?! My eyes widened waiting for bosslady to collapse on the floor. Waiting,Waiting,Waiting. But it didn't happen! Mystique's yellow eyes misted over a second before leaning down to bring her lips to Roguey's forehead.
"Good night little one."
I then took the opportunity to fully open the door. I looked at Mystique questioningly.
"You're sleeping in the guest room tonight Avalanche."
I nodded and trudged off to go upstairs to the spares. I hated sleeping up stairs! There was no friggin air up here! I sighed annoyed and opened one of the rooms. It was plain and dark. No JT-money and DMX posters, no clothes strewn around the floor, no unmade bed, no stereo with caseless CD's on them, none of my drawings on the wall, nothing. It looked like the spare bedroom that you find at your grandma's. Oh yeah, now this was scary. I shrugged and striped down to my black boxers with pictures of chains around them. After yawning again I threw myself into the bed, totally forgetting about the covers. Why the hell would you want covers in this humidity?
I tried closing my eyes but for some reason they wouldn't stay closed. I was tired but I just couldn't sleep! Maybe I was too tired to sleep. This heat was seriously getting to me! I got up and walked over to open a window. Ah much better. I didn't give a royal damn if the rain soaked the rug. Wasn't my room anyways. I sat on the window sill for a while just letting the raindrops splatter my chest. I loved thunder and lightening. It was like a puny little dork trying to scare you, but putting up a damn good show while doing it. Roguey and I always fought, every damn chance we got.
It was actually fun fighting with her. Everyone else besides Pietro just shut up when I told them to or insulted them. Pietro had his speed so it wouldn't be a fair fight if things got out of hand, plus he had sucky retorts. But Rogue. Now Roguey had the best comebacks! Her attitude mirrored my own. The same bad ass rebellion. Yeah there was the whole goth make-up but that for some reason intrigued me. I knew she wasn't a goth. She was more a fighter than a goth and way to angry. So what was up with the stuff? And she didn't give a damn what anybody thought about her.
She was definitely a brave girl. Plus she looked pretty attractive when she was angry. Her usually cat-like almond eyes slanted up more than usual and her eyes would get brighter, her muscles would tighten and she would try to grab anything she could to squeeze some self control back into her. Of course it wouldn't work. I always had a knack for pissing her off the right way. After one more insult she would tackle me desperately punching anything she could reach and scratching at my face. Usually you can barely detect her accent, but when she's pissed it comes out full blast. Guess its not fading out anytime soon.
But there was one time I remember, about two weeks after she joined the brother hood. It was about one in the morning and I got out of my room to get a drink. I took one of the mini-milk jugs out and just drank it out of the carton. Not bothering to put it back I just took it with me back to my room. But on my way there I noticed something. Roguey's door was open. It wouldn't be unusual if it were somebody else, but Roguey was totally neurotic about having doors closed. She just needed some confined space. My suspicion got the better of me and I peeked in. She wasn't asleep like I thought she was. She was sitting on her window sill looking up at the sky. Some sort of purple light was illuminating her face.
Ah well, she knows me to be rude anyway. I waltzed in there taking one last swig of milk. Ugh, I hated the stuff but boss lady always locked up the beer at night. Which pretty much rained on my late night parades. She knew I was in her room but didn't look to me. I closed the door behind me, she was probably going to ask anyway, might as well do it while I'm up. Curiously I walked over to her and sat down on the other side. After passing her a glance I looked up to see what could be so interesting. Oh.My.God. I had to admit it was one of the prettiest things I've ever seen.
Purple lightening. Dashed across the sky instead of down to the ground like usual. And much longer plus it branched out to where it covered the black sky. I'd never seen anything like it. There was no thunder either. No rain, barely a few clouds. But it was windy as hell. My mouth dropped open as I stared up. I'd of never seen this from *my* window. Figures Mystique would screw us on the bedroom choice. She did have the best view.
"It called silent lightening."
I looked over to her. She was still staring up but talking at the same time.
"How'd you know."
"My nanny used ta take me out everytime it came.I loved lightening storms. Nanna told me awll the old super stitions. Like lightening not being able to strike the same thing moh than once. There awll fake."
"Huh, why's it not going to the ground?"
"I forgot that one, somethin' about earth's magnetism radiating at a different pace."
I stared at her blankly.
"Oookaaayyyy, sure."
She rolled her eyes and took the milk out of my hand taking a sip.
"Ya know how pissed everyone gets when ya steal this and drink and put it bahck."
"Geeze Roguey you act like I spit in the damn thing." I smirk at my own idea. "Remind me to do that tomorrow."
"Don't call me that!"
Roguey always hated that nick name.
Through out the night thats all we did. Stare at the lightening. It didn't stop there though. Every time a storm came I made my way back to her room for the night. We'd sit there and talk. Sometimes about the past. Sometimes about the future. Sometimes about our powers and our mutant species. We sit there, me in my under shirt and boxers, her in her green silk spaghetti pajama top and drawstring black pajama pants. Every night I'd always fix my hair a bit more, and would wear my favorite boxers. When I woke up I'd always find myself holding some part of her. Her foot, her hand if in reach, or sometimes I'd wake up with her in my arms.
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So now here I am. Staring up at the sky all over again.
"Aw fuck it." I mutter as I get up to go back down stairs.
I walk as quietly as I can back to my room. Silently praying that Mystique didn't decide to sleep there with her. I open the door a little and spy in. Nope, no boss lady. I smile a little and walk over to my bed after closing the door and locking it. I sit down and stare at her. Its like she's just sleeping. C'mon Roguey wake up. We always watch the lightening storms together. I brush the lock of white bang that always manages to get in her face away. C'mon Roguey, wake up. I sigh and pick her up, carrying her baby style to the window sill. I sit down and lay her in my lap. Only then do I notice that she isn't wearing what she was when Mystique brought her here.
She's wearing an overly large black football jersey. I smile as I realize its mine. I recognize the familiar 'Bad Boy' in white print across the chest and back. I try to sit her up in a more comfortable position, finally settling on her in between my legs with her head laying on my chest.(not that way perverts.) I feel something against my skin that I know isn't the jersey material. Its much softer and smoother. I notice that her bare leg is brushing mine! There's no transfer either. Was it that injection Mytique gave her?
I smile a little more and holder her tighter. I kiss her temple and lean back.
"C'mon Roguey, its still lightening out." I whisper before falling into a dreamless sleep.
Ok I know that was short but I had 2 do the 2 pov's first before I could go onto the normal pov chapters! Again u will notice that Rogue's accent isn't that thick in my stories! Because it isn't very thick in the cartoon! Buh bye Peoples!!^_~
Deni
*Bizounce*
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She came back. She looked worn and tired.She was sogging wet and her two-toned hair was matted to her face. Her clothes were torn and muddy, sogging off her body. Blood was coming out of a few wounds pouring out of places I didn't see. Her make-up and bad ass attitude had been washed away by the storm. She was unconscious and she laid there limply. What the fuck happened to you Roguey? Fred, Todd, Pietro and me watched as Mystique carried her into the house, dripping wet herself. She looked straight ahead and emotionless. What was up with her? Fred sits back on the couch and snatches the remote from Todd. I take a glance at the white haired Daddy's boy to see that he's still staring at the hall way Mystique went.
I rolled my eyes and sat back down in my chair blasting my headphones. I couldn't shake that look Pietro had given Roguey when she came in.I don't know why but it got me a little pissed. And the more I thought about it the more royally pissed I got. Mystique comes out of the hallway and makes a cup of tea for herself. She must've dropped Roguey off in one of the rooms. Probably her own.
"Go to bed."
He voice surprised us all. Almost as much as what she said. Todd laughed and snatched the remote from Freddie with his tongue.
"(laughing) What the hell're you talking about? We ain't no babies." He said flipping the channel. Mystique got up from the kitchen table and walked over. There was something about her melancholy, and yeah I know what that word means, that I didn't like. A little too eerie for me. She walked over to Todd and yanked the remote from his hand and bitch slapped him knocking his head into the couch.
"I said.Bed. Now."
We all immediately got up and ran to our own rooms. Well I was walking as slow as I could I waited for the rest to get ahead of me to where they couldn't hear before turning around to face Mystique. What I saw shocked me shitless. There was the big bad boss lady haunched over the table. It looked like she was about to break down or something. I opened my mouth to ask something I wanted to ask since she came in.
"Is Rogue ok?"
I snapped my head to the left to see pussy boy standing there staring at Mystique. Damn, he beat me to the punch. Mystique didn't move, her voice sounded like she just got the shit beaten outta her.
"Don't make me repeat myself Pietro. Don't expect me to write you a pass to school tomorrow."
She sounded deadly. Pietro nodded and went for the hallway I was standing in. I shoved shoulders with him on purpose. What can I saw? Pussy boy was seriously pissing me off at the moment. He didn't even shove back or try to fight back at all, not like I expected. He just gave me a glare that said 'later' and walked on to his room. I just glared back and stood there watching Mystique. After about ten minutes her shoulders began to shake a little. Huh? No.Fucking.WAY! Mystique couldn't be crying. She was too strong for that!
"She hates me. Hates everything about me. Rogue, my own daughter tried to use her powers on me. She'd rather die in the storm than in my arms."
Her shoulder shook with each syllable. At that moment I felt bad for her. *Really* bad for her. Who in the hell was she talking to? Me?
"Did you expect her to run into mummy's arms the minute they opened? Kurt had loving parents. He had them to run to. Rogue had a parent that would sooner bring a knife to her throat than kiss her goodnight. And just when she thought she had her family back she discovered it was all a lie. You really are pitiful you know that?"
My eyes dashed to the window. A purple and red cape fluttered a bit inside. I froze praying he didn't notice me. Mystique whirled around and flung her mug at him.
"This is all your fault!!! YOU ALREADY TOOK MY SON AWAY FROM ME BUT THE LEAST YOU COULD'VE DONE WAS LEAVE MY BABY GIRL BE!!! You took everything away from me. And I swear if its the last thing my body can take that I'll make you pay!"
Boss lady was shaking by now. But it wasn't from tears. She was ultra-pissed. Even Magneto should be afraid of her now. After they held their little staring contest he left. Closed windows and all. Mystique let out a sigh and turned to the hallway. *My* hallway! I panicked and dashed into the room next to me, not really caring who's it was.
"Lance you perve get the hell out!!" Out of all the friggin room next to me I had to go into Freddie's. Ugh, if what I think is behind me is behind me than I *really* don't want to turn around.
"Shut up will you! I'll be out in a second jesus." I hissed at him. Thank god I could do that without having to face the ton of lard.
After the steps faded out I walked out of the room, much to all both of our reliefs. Mystique was no where to be seen so I just crept to my room. I yawned and ran a hand through my my hair. It was late I guess. I could find out what happened later. I walked to my door and was about to open it when Mystique's voice filtered through the air. What the hell? I opened my door a bit and peered in. Sure enough there she was sitting on my bed. Roguey was laying there to. Still unconscious probably. She stroked the two-toned hair carefully avoiding her skin and staring at her face. Mystique then took out a something from a small sack. I squinted hard enough and barely made out what looked like a needle injection.
Ok now this is just *freaky*. She took the needle to Roguey's arm and injected whatever stuff she had into her. She took out the needle and put it back in the sack. After a while of staring Mystique took of a glove and brought it to Roguey's face. She hesitated a second and then laid her palm on her cheek. WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING?! My eyes widened waiting for bosslady to collapse on the floor. Waiting,Waiting,Waiting. But it didn't happen! Mystique's yellow eyes misted over a second before leaning down to bring her lips to Roguey's forehead.
"Good night little one."
I then took the opportunity to fully open the door. I looked at Mystique questioningly.
"You're sleeping in the guest room tonight Avalanche."
I nodded and trudged off to go upstairs to the spares. I hated sleeping up stairs! There was no friggin air up here! I sighed annoyed and opened one of the rooms. It was plain and dark. No JT-money and DMX posters, no clothes strewn around the floor, no unmade bed, no stereo with caseless CD's on them, none of my drawings on the wall, nothing. It looked like the spare bedroom that you find at your grandma's. Oh yeah, now this was scary. I shrugged and striped down to my black boxers with pictures of chains around them. After yawning again I threw myself into the bed, totally forgetting about the covers. Why the hell would you want covers in this humidity?
I tried closing my eyes but for some reason they wouldn't stay closed. I was tired but I just couldn't sleep! Maybe I was too tired to sleep. This heat was seriously getting to me! I got up and walked over to open a window. Ah much better. I didn't give a royal damn if the rain soaked the rug. Wasn't my room anyways. I sat on the window sill for a while just letting the raindrops splatter my chest. I loved thunder and lightening. It was like a puny little dork trying to scare you, but putting up a damn good show while doing it. Roguey and I always fought, every damn chance we got.
It was actually fun fighting with her. Everyone else besides Pietro just shut up when I told them to or insulted them. Pietro had his speed so it wouldn't be a fair fight if things got out of hand, plus he had sucky retorts. But Rogue. Now Roguey had the best comebacks! Her attitude mirrored my own. The same bad ass rebellion. Yeah there was the whole goth make-up but that for some reason intrigued me. I knew she wasn't a goth. She was more a fighter than a goth and way to angry. So what was up with the stuff? And she didn't give a damn what anybody thought about her.
She was definitely a brave girl. Plus she looked pretty attractive when she was angry. Her usually cat-like almond eyes slanted up more than usual and her eyes would get brighter, her muscles would tighten and she would try to grab anything she could to squeeze some self control back into her. Of course it wouldn't work. I always had a knack for pissing her off the right way. After one more insult she would tackle me desperately punching anything she could reach and scratching at my face. Usually you can barely detect her accent, but when she's pissed it comes out full blast. Guess its not fading out anytime soon.
But there was one time I remember, about two weeks after she joined the brother hood. It was about one in the morning and I got out of my room to get a drink. I took one of the mini-milk jugs out and just drank it out of the carton. Not bothering to put it back I just took it with me back to my room. But on my way there I noticed something. Roguey's door was open. It wouldn't be unusual if it were somebody else, but Roguey was totally neurotic about having doors closed. She just needed some confined space. My suspicion got the better of me and I peeked in. She wasn't asleep like I thought she was. She was sitting on her window sill looking up at the sky. Some sort of purple light was illuminating her face.
Ah well, she knows me to be rude anyway. I waltzed in there taking one last swig of milk. Ugh, I hated the stuff but boss lady always locked up the beer at night. Which pretty much rained on my late night parades. She knew I was in her room but didn't look to me. I closed the door behind me, she was probably going to ask anyway, might as well do it while I'm up. Curiously I walked over to her and sat down on the other side. After passing her a glance I looked up to see what could be so interesting. Oh.My.God. I had to admit it was one of the prettiest things I've ever seen.
Purple lightening. Dashed across the sky instead of down to the ground like usual. And much longer plus it branched out to where it covered the black sky. I'd never seen anything like it. There was no thunder either. No rain, barely a few clouds. But it was windy as hell. My mouth dropped open as I stared up. I'd of never seen this from *my* window. Figures Mystique would screw us on the bedroom choice. She did have the best view.
"It called silent lightening."
I looked over to her. She was still staring up but talking at the same time.
"How'd you know."
"My nanny used ta take me out everytime it came.I loved lightening storms. Nanna told me awll the old super stitions. Like lightening not being able to strike the same thing moh than once. There awll fake."
"Huh, why's it not going to the ground?"
"I forgot that one, somethin' about earth's magnetism radiating at a different pace."
I stared at her blankly.
"Oookaaayyyy, sure."
She rolled her eyes and took the milk out of my hand taking a sip.
"Ya know how pissed everyone gets when ya steal this and drink and put it bahck."
"Geeze Roguey you act like I spit in the damn thing." I smirk at my own idea. "Remind me to do that tomorrow."
"Don't call me that!"
Roguey always hated that nick name.
Through out the night thats all we did. Stare at the lightening. It didn't stop there though. Every time a storm came I made my way back to her room for the night. We'd sit there and talk. Sometimes about the past. Sometimes about the future. Sometimes about our powers and our mutant species. We sit there, me in my under shirt and boxers, her in her green silk spaghetti pajama top and drawstring black pajama pants. Every night I'd always fix my hair a bit more, and would wear my favorite boxers. When I woke up I'd always find myself holding some part of her. Her foot, her hand if in reach, or sometimes I'd wake up with her in my arms.
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So now here I am. Staring up at the sky all over again.
"Aw fuck it." I mutter as I get up to go back down stairs.
I walk as quietly as I can back to my room. Silently praying that Mystique didn't decide to sleep there with her. I open the door a little and spy in. Nope, no boss lady. I smile a little and walk over to my bed after closing the door and locking it. I sit down and stare at her. Its like she's just sleeping. C'mon Roguey wake up. We always watch the lightening storms together. I brush the lock of white bang that always manages to get in her face away. C'mon Roguey, wake up. I sigh and pick her up, carrying her baby style to the window sill. I sit down and lay her in my lap. Only then do I notice that she isn't wearing what she was when Mystique brought her here.
She's wearing an overly large black football jersey. I smile as I realize its mine. I recognize the familiar 'Bad Boy' in white print across the chest and back. I try to sit her up in a more comfortable position, finally settling on her in between my legs with her head laying on my chest.(not that way perverts.) I feel something against my skin that I know isn't the jersey material. Its much softer and smoother. I notice that her bare leg is brushing mine! There's no transfer either. Was it that injection Mytique gave her?
I smile a little more and holder her tighter. I kiss her temple and lean back.
"C'mon Roguey, its still lightening out." I whisper before falling into a dreamless sleep.
Ok I know that was short but I had 2 do the 2 pov's first before I could go onto the normal pov chapters! Again u will notice that Rogue's accent isn't that thick in my stories! Because it isn't very thick in the cartoon! Buh bye Peoples!!^_~
Deni
