Blah, blah, blah.I know, all this boring disclaimer crap.you know the
deal, right? Of course you do. Anyway, I hope to give justice to both
series in this.so, read and review, okee?
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Life wasn't now as it was then.she thought tenderly to herself, stroking the gray back of the fat cat that purred clumsily in her lap.
"Cagny." Eliza Maza said to the rumbling mass of fur, picking the sweet thing up despite its groans. "I just don't know what to do about this case.I'm a homicide detective, not P.I." She stared the cat down, before setting him on the glass table, just next to a case file strewn across it dead flat top. She picked up the picture of the girl, removing the paper clip marking white the black and gray photo. The girl looked so innocent.strange hair. Why was she so important? She glanced to the file name. Jane Doe, it read. Elisa brought her knees to her chin, and leaned back into the couch, pondering this whole mess. Why did she choose this case to worry over? Why couldn't she just leave it alone? There was a tap at the glass of her windows. She smiled to herself, dropping the picture onto the table.
"Come in.," she said, turning her head, and tying her glossy hair into a loose knot onto the top of her head.she was so tired.
"Elisa?" She canted her head, the slate goyle looking to her with a slight questioning.
"Goliath?" she smiled.
"Are you ill.you look less than rested." He asked her with an overly excessive amount of concern.
"No," she said, standing and stretching her back and arms. "It's just this stupid case." She tossed her hand to the crumpled folder. "I don't know why, but, I just can't help but thinking about."
Goliath bent down with his commanding gestures and picked up the file in one hand, the wrinkled picture in the other.
"Jane Doe?" he cocked a brow.
"Yeah.she's older than that picture now.she was about 13 then, she'd probably be 17 now."
"She is.missing?" he asked Elisa with a strange tone.
"Yeah," she answered. "She ended up in the local Southside YMCA one night, unknowing who she was or where she came from, and the next morning, she was just gone. She's a particularly odd case.it says there that witnesses mentioned something about her sensitivity to people touching her."
"How is that odd?" he asked.
"Well.do you see anything strange about her hair?" She asked.
"No." Goliath answered, canting his head.
Elisa walked up to him wordlessly, and placed a finger over the two pallid strips in the girl's hair, tracing then with her fingers.
"Those aren't died, Goliath. They're natural." Astonished, he turned his face to her, then back to the picture, and back to her again.
"But how could that be?"
"I'm thinking.perhaps she's." Elisa trailed off, not sure how to put her theory.
".one of the 3rd race." She finished.
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"So.this is for mutants? Are you sure Mr. Xanatos?" Owen asked, his face placid.
"Yes," he replied coyly, "Everyone deserves a livable life, I offer a cure. Have picked one of the candidates?" He David Xanatos turned from his window, thoughtfully looking upon Owen. He took his dark hands from his pockets, and draped them neatly beside him.
Owen nodded, removing the manila folder from beneath the crook of his arm. With trouble-free motions it was opened.
"She's known only as Rogue, sir. It says here that she is unable to touch or be touched. If she is, she'll absorb the memories of the one who's touching her, and in case of another mutant, their abilities for a short while. Are sure you want to do this, sir. She could be a great asset to the company." Owen finished his stern thought, adjusting his glasses.
"Yes, Owen, I'm sure. I'm done destroying lives." He tossed a glance to his desk, a picture of Alex sitting there in a silver frame.
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"Rogue." The professor began, looking at her as she stood uncomfortably before his desk.
"There is something serious you must think about." She nodded frightfully.
"A man named David Xanatos has sent me a letter recently. It seems he's found a way to 'cure' mutants of their 'problems,' though you know you do not have a problem and need no curing. Anyway, he offers this to you, somehow coming into the knowing of your isolating state. I cannot say no to him because it is your choice. So, that is why you're here. Will you take his offer?"
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Next Chapter: Elisa has some sneaking suspicions when she hears of Xanatos's seemingly miraculous mutant curer.
A/N: I hoped you like, if there's anything that could be changes, drop me a line! As always, your reviews matter!
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Life wasn't now as it was then.she thought tenderly to herself, stroking the gray back of the fat cat that purred clumsily in her lap.
"Cagny." Eliza Maza said to the rumbling mass of fur, picking the sweet thing up despite its groans. "I just don't know what to do about this case.I'm a homicide detective, not P.I." She stared the cat down, before setting him on the glass table, just next to a case file strewn across it dead flat top. She picked up the picture of the girl, removing the paper clip marking white the black and gray photo. The girl looked so innocent.strange hair. Why was she so important? She glanced to the file name. Jane Doe, it read. Elisa brought her knees to her chin, and leaned back into the couch, pondering this whole mess. Why did she choose this case to worry over? Why couldn't she just leave it alone? There was a tap at the glass of her windows. She smiled to herself, dropping the picture onto the table.
"Come in.," she said, turning her head, and tying her glossy hair into a loose knot onto the top of her head.she was so tired.
"Elisa?" She canted her head, the slate goyle looking to her with a slight questioning.
"Goliath?" she smiled.
"Are you ill.you look less than rested." He asked her with an overly excessive amount of concern.
"No," she said, standing and stretching her back and arms. "It's just this stupid case." She tossed her hand to the crumpled folder. "I don't know why, but, I just can't help but thinking about."
Goliath bent down with his commanding gestures and picked up the file in one hand, the wrinkled picture in the other.
"Jane Doe?" he cocked a brow.
"Yeah.she's older than that picture now.she was about 13 then, she'd probably be 17 now."
"She is.missing?" he asked Elisa with a strange tone.
"Yeah," she answered. "She ended up in the local Southside YMCA one night, unknowing who she was or where she came from, and the next morning, she was just gone. She's a particularly odd case.it says there that witnesses mentioned something about her sensitivity to people touching her."
"How is that odd?" he asked.
"Well.do you see anything strange about her hair?" She asked.
"No." Goliath answered, canting his head.
Elisa walked up to him wordlessly, and placed a finger over the two pallid strips in the girl's hair, tracing then with her fingers.
"Those aren't died, Goliath. They're natural." Astonished, he turned his face to her, then back to the picture, and back to her again.
"But how could that be?"
"I'm thinking.perhaps she's." Elisa trailed off, not sure how to put her theory.
".one of the 3rd race." She finished.
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"So.this is for mutants? Are you sure Mr. Xanatos?" Owen asked, his face placid.
"Yes," he replied coyly, "Everyone deserves a livable life, I offer a cure. Have picked one of the candidates?" He David Xanatos turned from his window, thoughtfully looking upon Owen. He took his dark hands from his pockets, and draped them neatly beside him.
Owen nodded, removing the manila folder from beneath the crook of his arm. With trouble-free motions it was opened.
"She's known only as Rogue, sir. It says here that she is unable to touch or be touched. If she is, she'll absorb the memories of the one who's touching her, and in case of another mutant, their abilities for a short while. Are sure you want to do this, sir. She could be a great asset to the company." Owen finished his stern thought, adjusting his glasses.
"Yes, Owen, I'm sure. I'm done destroying lives." He tossed a glance to his desk, a picture of Alex sitting there in a silver frame.
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"Rogue." The professor began, looking at her as she stood uncomfortably before his desk.
"There is something serious you must think about." She nodded frightfully.
"A man named David Xanatos has sent me a letter recently. It seems he's found a way to 'cure' mutants of their 'problems,' though you know you do not have a problem and need no curing. Anyway, he offers this to you, somehow coming into the knowing of your isolating state. I cannot say no to him because it is your choice. So, that is why you're here. Will you take his offer?"
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Next Chapter: Elisa has some sneaking suspicions when she hears of Xanatos's seemingly miraculous mutant curer.
A/N: I hoped you like, if there's anything that could be changes, drop me a line! As always, your reviews matter!