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THANX FOR READIN'!
I have grown used to the supernatural. In this house that I live in there are girls that can transform into animals, read minds, and boys that can shoot ice through their fingertips, or create weapons of destruction with a thought.
We are what mankind has evolved into.
Mutants. Forced to hide lest the non-evolved find and crucify us.
Everyday we are reminded to hide behind our normal faces and normal lives. Those of us who can't live in the mansion. Forced to hide, always forced to hide.
My mutation? To touch me is to die. My first dance, first kiss meant leaving a boy in a coma for three weeks.
I hide behind heavy makeup, clothing that covers my entire body, and a cynical attitude toward the world.
Sooner or later they will find out that we've been hiding, and they will search us all out.
Where will we hide then?
Buzz Buzz Buzz and she gets out of her bed fumbling to separate from the tangled sheets. She manages to pull herself through and sits on the edge, only to fall back onto her stack of comfortable pillows.
This is something she shares with every other teenager of the world, both mutant and norm: she will resist getting up, and she will ignore that snooze button.
As the girl begins to fall back into her dreamland a pillow smacks her upside the head.
"Like, get up, Rogue. You know how Scott gets if we're late."
The boys make up more then half of the population of the Institute and yet only the girls have to partner up and share rooms, the Rogue thinks to herself.
As she runs a hand through her hair she notes how long it has gotten. Ororo will have to cut it soon. Maybe not, maybe she'll leave it long. Who knows? Who cares?
Rogue reaches under her bed and pulls out the box that has her outfit in it. She reaches out her hand and pulls back the sheet hanging on the string. Clever idea, she installed it last week for privacy reasons.
As she pulls the leather body suit on she really regrets leaving the brotherhood. No tight suits at 4 o'clock in the morning over there. But on the other hand there was never any clean clothes, breakfast, food or necessities in general.
The bodysuit is a small sacrifice for acceptance.
Finally the full ensemble is on and she leaves the room.
The hallway is bright and Rogue stumbles along the corridor.
A puff of smoke and the heavy smell of sulfur alert her that Kurt has just landed in front of her.
"Good morning." He says in his German accent.
"Mornin'." Her eyes start to adjust and she squints at him. He smiles and offers a three-fingered hand out to her.
"C'mon, ve'll be late."
She nods and slips her gloved hand into his furry one and the two disappear with a cloud of smoke.
The girl, Shadowcat quickly runs out of her room and runs down the hall to catch up with her teammates.
The soreness in her neck only increased as she listened to her math teacher. Rogue rubbed at the base of her neck and moved her head from side to side.
'Scott didn't need to push me down so hard.' She thought. Though training sessions did make her faster, it was hard to concentrate on any school subject while trying to ignore the many bumps and bruises that came with being an X-man.
But for now she had to struggle through the ten minutes left of school for the week.
She sighed, and pinched her arm, trying to focus on another pain other then the one in her neck.
The schedule that he had gotten from the lady in the office said that he was supposed to be in math this hour. He had gotten one good look at that yawning class and decided it could wait until Monday.
This would be the beginning of a new day for him. No more being chased by the police, no stealing, no more moving around until he didn't know where he was.
Smoking had yet to be decided, but from here on in he would be a different man.
According to the clock there was only a few minutes left of classes.
The teen reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and stared at the vast amount of nothing that was therein.
Yes sir, a whole different man...starting on Monday.
She told Scott and the other X-men she would walk home with one of her friends. This was allowed after she swore to Scott that the girl would not be coming back to the Institute.
It happens one time and everybody freaks out. Go figure.
The girl, a new French student, was having problems finding her way around town and Rogue, feeling pity for the small French girl, decided to help out this once.
As they walked past the stores of the main street of Bayville the girl, Janeece, made comments in French.
"So...ah' have you ever been to the U.S before?"
The petite girl smiled at her and shook her head.
"Ah, no, my mama can not stand leaving France. We move here after my papa was transferred for job."
Rogue nodded. A picture of her foster-parents came to mind and she had a sudden pain in her gut. No matter how bad they argued, she would still consider them her parents.
Janeece smiled more as she took a deep breath.
"The air here! So...so, um, what word? Not smoky?"
Rogue looked at the girl from the corner of her eyes.
"Unpolluted?"
"Oui! Where I lived it was always.... um, po-luuu-ted."
"Yeah..." the mutant looked around her at all the trees turning yellow and gold here. Now the sun was setting earlier in the afternoon and at only 4 o'clock it was beginning to get dark. The sunset only enhanced the beauty of the trees. Nothing like where she had grown up. Dark all the time, with only beautiful sunsets during the hot summer.
"Merci...um, Thank you for escorting me home. I would be lost, non?"
Janeece waved and crossed the street to a two story Victorian house.
Rogue smiled as she saw who must be her mother and father taking boxes into the house.
She quickly looked away and clutched her books to her chest. She turned in the direction of the institute and shivered as a small breeze blew through her gossamer green shirt. A paper blew out of her hands and she reached for it.
As she kneeled down to get it she blew the few strands of white hair out of her eyes. Her glove hand reached for the paper, as another, more masculine hand touched it.
Rogue looked up and saw a boy looking at her. He handed her the paper and offered her a hand up.
After a second of hesitation and a mental reassurance that the gloves would protect the boy's hand she took it.
"Thanks." She stuffed the paper back with her books and turned away.
"Welcome, Cherie..."
"Man, that pass was awesome, Duncan. How do you do it, man?"
The football player just flicked a strand of blond hair away from his forehead and smirked. Ah, to put into words what it is like to be a god...
"It was nothing for Duncan..." a girl in a cheerleading outfit said as she smiled up at the quarterback, " he can do anything."
He winked at her.
The group of football players, cheerleaders, and other mindless jocks (AN: I have nothing against jocks, but in the series they are portrayed as stupid, valley-people, I'm only trying to stick with the characterization) made their way down Main Street to the nearest restaurant. They were of course, celebrating Duncan from an incredible move during last hour Phys. Ed were he had managed to score a touchdown while taking down and severely bruising a freshman.
"Like I told the coach when the nurse was dragging that guy away: ' You can't get in the way of a force like me. You'll get hurt.'"
Some more girls swooned at the comment and the other guys just laughed.
Duncan smiled more and turned the corner. Books, papers, gym shorts, ect went flying as Rogue fell to the ground.
The greatest-thing-that-ever-attended-Bayville-High blushed crimson as he pulled his jock strap off of his shoulder. He glared down at the girl that was glaring up at him.
"Why don't you watch where you're goin'?" the two cried in unison.
A couple of the football players picked up Duncan's clothes and stuffed them into a bag. The four or five cheerleaders looked down at the mutant trying to reach for her papers.
"Like, when a person like Duncan comes walkin' down the street, you had better know it, and you had, like, better move." A blond tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"For real, "said another, "Especially when you wear clothes like that."
The girls and guys laughed.
Rogue picked up her books, glared at them and put her hand on her hips.
"Don' worry, sugah. I guess I shouldn't expect all of you with a combined I.Q. of 70 to watch out for things while you walk. I mean, it must hard enough on you to talk and walk at the same time."
She glared at them all one time and then brushed past them.
The Rogue didn't get more then five feet when she felt a hand grab her arm and throw her back against the brick wall of an alley way.
Any adult that might have wanted to stop it were conveniently out of sight.
Duncan grabbed her by her upper arms and pushed her harder against the wall.
"Did you just insult me...freak?"
She snapped her head up and looked him strait in the eyes.
She smirked, "I'm glad ta' see you were smart enough ta' pick up on that."
The boy blinked and then turned his head to his group.
"Bobby. Dave. Take the girls to the restaurant. Joe, Tim, you stay here. We'll meet up with you shortly ladies."
Two of the cheerleaders smiled and walked off with the boys. The others hesitated a moment before walking away.
Duncan turned his attention back to the girl he was pinning to the wall.
"If ya' touch me, you'll be sorry."
He smiled more and laughed. The boys behind him laughed as well. Duncan leaned in and whispered, just centimeters from her ear:
"I wouldn't filthy my skin on a freak like you."
She ground her teeth and struggled against him. When he laughed at he attempt at escape she brought up her knee and kicked him in the groin.
His arms were down in seconds and she pushed him to the ground. He rolled back and forth with his hands between his legs and she ran down the alley.
"Get her!" he squeaked in a voice much higher then his normal one.
Joe and Tim nodded and ran after the girl. The two quickly caught up to her with their longer, and more muscular legs. Joe got ahead of her and pushed her down to the ground. Tim grabbed her arms and held them above her head. Joe grabbed her ankles and held her to the ground.
Duncan, holding on to the wall for support, made his way over to the three.
Rogue wasn't very afraid. If they touched her skin they would be the one in pain, not her.
In a voice still a little too strained for a boy Duncan managed: "Give me that pipe."
For the first time since this whole situation started Rogue looked worried.
THANX FOR READIN'!
I have grown used to the supernatural. In this house that I live in there are girls that can transform into animals, read minds, and boys that can shoot ice through their fingertips, or create weapons of destruction with a thought.
We are what mankind has evolved into.
Mutants. Forced to hide lest the non-evolved find and crucify us.
Everyday we are reminded to hide behind our normal faces and normal lives. Those of us who can't live in the mansion. Forced to hide, always forced to hide.
My mutation? To touch me is to die. My first dance, first kiss meant leaving a boy in a coma for three weeks.
I hide behind heavy makeup, clothing that covers my entire body, and a cynical attitude toward the world.
Sooner or later they will find out that we've been hiding, and they will search us all out.
Where will we hide then?
Buzz Buzz Buzz and she gets out of her bed fumbling to separate from the tangled sheets. She manages to pull herself through and sits on the edge, only to fall back onto her stack of comfortable pillows.
This is something she shares with every other teenager of the world, both mutant and norm: she will resist getting up, and she will ignore that snooze button.
As the girl begins to fall back into her dreamland a pillow smacks her upside the head.
"Like, get up, Rogue. You know how Scott gets if we're late."
The boys make up more then half of the population of the Institute and yet only the girls have to partner up and share rooms, the Rogue thinks to herself.
As she runs a hand through her hair she notes how long it has gotten. Ororo will have to cut it soon. Maybe not, maybe she'll leave it long. Who knows? Who cares?
Rogue reaches under her bed and pulls out the box that has her outfit in it. She reaches out her hand and pulls back the sheet hanging on the string. Clever idea, she installed it last week for privacy reasons.
As she pulls the leather body suit on she really regrets leaving the brotherhood. No tight suits at 4 o'clock in the morning over there. But on the other hand there was never any clean clothes, breakfast, food or necessities in general.
The bodysuit is a small sacrifice for acceptance.
Finally the full ensemble is on and she leaves the room.
The hallway is bright and Rogue stumbles along the corridor.
A puff of smoke and the heavy smell of sulfur alert her that Kurt has just landed in front of her.
"Good morning." He says in his German accent.
"Mornin'." Her eyes start to adjust and she squints at him. He smiles and offers a three-fingered hand out to her.
"C'mon, ve'll be late."
She nods and slips her gloved hand into his furry one and the two disappear with a cloud of smoke.
The girl, Shadowcat quickly runs out of her room and runs down the hall to catch up with her teammates.
The soreness in her neck only increased as she listened to her math teacher. Rogue rubbed at the base of her neck and moved her head from side to side.
'Scott didn't need to push me down so hard.' She thought. Though training sessions did make her faster, it was hard to concentrate on any school subject while trying to ignore the many bumps and bruises that came with being an X-man.
But for now she had to struggle through the ten minutes left of school for the week.
She sighed, and pinched her arm, trying to focus on another pain other then the one in her neck.
The schedule that he had gotten from the lady in the office said that he was supposed to be in math this hour. He had gotten one good look at that yawning class and decided it could wait until Monday.
This would be the beginning of a new day for him. No more being chased by the police, no stealing, no more moving around until he didn't know where he was.
Smoking had yet to be decided, but from here on in he would be a different man.
According to the clock there was only a few minutes left of classes.
The teen reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and stared at the vast amount of nothing that was therein.
Yes sir, a whole different man...starting on Monday.
She told Scott and the other X-men she would walk home with one of her friends. This was allowed after she swore to Scott that the girl would not be coming back to the Institute.
It happens one time and everybody freaks out. Go figure.
The girl, a new French student, was having problems finding her way around town and Rogue, feeling pity for the small French girl, decided to help out this once.
As they walked past the stores of the main street of Bayville the girl, Janeece, made comments in French.
"So...ah' have you ever been to the U.S before?"
The petite girl smiled at her and shook her head.
"Ah, no, my mama can not stand leaving France. We move here after my papa was transferred for job."
Rogue nodded. A picture of her foster-parents came to mind and she had a sudden pain in her gut. No matter how bad they argued, she would still consider them her parents.
Janeece smiled more as she took a deep breath.
"The air here! So...so, um, what word? Not smoky?"
Rogue looked at the girl from the corner of her eyes.
"Unpolluted?"
"Oui! Where I lived it was always.... um, po-luuu-ted."
"Yeah..." the mutant looked around her at all the trees turning yellow and gold here. Now the sun was setting earlier in the afternoon and at only 4 o'clock it was beginning to get dark. The sunset only enhanced the beauty of the trees. Nothing like where she had grown up. Dark all the time, with only beautiful sunsets during the hot summer.
"Merci...um, Thank you for escorting me home. I would be lost, non?"
Janeece waved and crossed the street to a two story Victorian house.
Rogue smiled as she saw who must be her mother and father taking boxes into the house.
She quickly looked away and clutched her books to her chest. She turned in the direction of the institute and shivered as a small breeze blew through her gossamer green shirt. A paper blew out of her hands and she reached for it.
As she kneeled down to get it she blew the few strands of white hair out of her eyes. Her glove hand reached for the paper, as another, more masculine hand touched it.
Rogue looked up and saw a boy looking at her. He handed her the paper and offered her a hand up.
After a second of hesitation and a mental reassurance that the gloves would protect the boy's hand she took it.
"Thanks." She stuffed the paper back with her books and turned away.
"Welcome, Cherie..."
"Man, that pass was awesome, Duncan. How do you do it, man?"
The football player just flicked a strand of blond hair away from his forehead and smirked. Ah, to put into words what it is like to be a god...
"It was nothing for Duncan..." a girl in a cheerleading outfit said as she smiled up at the quarterback, " he can do anything."
He winked at her.
The group of football players, cheerleaders, and other mindless jocks (AN: I have nothing against jocks, but in the series they are portrayed as stupid, valley-people, I'm only trying to stick with the characterization) made their way down Main Street to the nearest restaurant. They were of course, celebrating Duncan from an incredible move during last hour Phys. Ed were he had managed to score a touchdown while taking down and severely bruising a freshman.
"Like I told the coach when the nurse was dragging that guy away: ' You can't get in the way of a force like me. You'll get hurt.'"
Some more girls swooned at the comment and the other guys just laughed.
Duncan smiled more and turned the corner. Books, papers, gym shorts, ect went flying as Rogue fell to the ground.
The greatest-thing-that-ever-attended-Bayville-High blushed crimson as he pulled his jock strap off of his shoulder. He glared down at the girl that was glaring up at him.
"Why don't you watch where you're goin'?" the two cried in unison.
A couple of the football players picked up Duncan's clothes and stuffed them into a bag. The four or five cheerleaders looked down at the mutant trying to reach for her papers.
"Like, when a person like Duncan comes walkin' down the street, you had better know it, and you had, like, better move." A blond tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"For real, "said another, "Especially when you wear clothes like that."
The girls and guys laughed.
Rogue picked up her books, glared at them and put her hand on her hips.
"Don' worry, sugah. I guess I shouldn't expect all of you with a combined I.Q. of 70 to watch out for things while you walk. I mean, it must hard enough on you to talk and walk at the same time."
She glared at them all one time and then brushed past them.
The Rogue didn't get more then five feet when she felt a hand grab her arm and throw her back against the brick wall of an alley way.
Any adult that might have wanted to stop it were conveniently out of sight.
Duncan grabbed her by her upper arms and pushed her harder against the wall.
"Did you just insult me...freak?"
She snapped her head up and looked him strait in the eyes.
She smirked, "I'm glad ta' see you were smart enough ta' pick up on that."
The boy blinked and then turned his head to his group.
"Bobby. Dave. Take the girls to the restaurant. Joe, Tim, you stay here. We'll meet up with you shortly ladies."
Two of the cheerleaders smiled and walked off with the boys. The others hesitated a moment before walking away.
Duncan turned his attention back to the girl he was pinning to the wall.
"If ya' touch me, you'll be sorry."
He smiled more and laughed. The boys behind him laughed as well. Duncan leaned in and whispered, just centimeters from her ear:
"I wouldn't filthy my skin on a freak like you."
She ground her teeth and struggled against him. When he laughed at he attempt at escape she brought up her knee and kicked him in the groin.
His arms were down in seconds and she pushed him to the ground. He rolled back and forth with his hands between his legs and she ran down the alley.
"Get her!" he squeaked in a voice much higher then his normal one.
Joe and Tim nodded and ran after the girl. The two quickly caught up to her with their longer, and more muscular legs. Joe got ahead of her and pushed her down to the ground. Tim grabbed her arms and held them above her head. Joe grabbed her ankles and held her to the ground.
Duncan, holding on to the wall for support, made his way over to the three.
Rogue wasn't very afraid. If they touched her skin they would be the one in pain, not her.
In a voice still a little too strained for a boy Duncan managed: "Give me that pipe."
For the first time since this whole situation started Rogue looked worried.