Wow...chapter eight...I thought this would just be a few chapters long. But
then characters started popping up in my brain and I had to develope
them...different plotlines. To tell the truth, I have no idea how this story is going to end. Maybe a death or two...happily ever
after...self-reflections...a massive change in the world...who knows?
Ten chapters or less, that's what I'm thinking at this time. Heck, I could kill everyone off and end it in this chapter, wouldn't that suck? Yeah it
would.
If I were you, dear readers, I would put on my safety helmets because I'm am so about to throw a whooper of a secret at y'all pretty soon. Yeah.
It's going to be all different shades of cool.
But, on to bigger and better things...
Chapter 8
In all of the clans he had lived through, with the pits of worthless scums he had lived with, and in all of the deadly scraps with the law
he had managed to survive he had never felt such pain.
When those silver claws had ripped into his flesh, it had been uncomfortable. When the claws had been mercelissly pulled from his
tissue the pain had brought on a quick bought of unconsciousness. But then there was the antiseptic poured into the wound, the sewing of his
very on flesh. This cascaded his entire body into such a sea of unending pain that even slipping into pits of oblivion provided no relief from the
burning.
What was worse was that it was the first time in his life that anyone had ever cared enough to actually patch him up. The big, hairy,
beast of a man had actually tried very hard to fight off any pain he might cause from fixing the gash in his side. Remy was gratiful to the 'man',
even though he kept up the guard of the sarcastic pick-pocket.
And even if this was the worse pain he would probably ever feel in his life he felt it was worth it to be able to clear his name, for once!
He had saved the fair cherie and now all of these people knew it, and it seemed were going to great lengths to make up for locking him up before.
Already many strange teenagers had come into the infirmary and after checking up on the sleeping beauty had stopped and thanked him. Him! In
all of his life he had never been responsible for a single philanthropic act. But of course, he had recieved much pleasure in playing the hero to the
fair damsel in distress.
He looked to his left and saw the bed where his sleeping rescue lay. From the young boys and girls that filtered out of the room he
learned that her name was Rogue.
The name seemed off to him. Who would want to make an outcast of such a strange, dark angel? He studied her, taking in the sharp
curves of her nose and forehead, and the line of her pale lips. The make up she had worn when he first saw her was washed away replaced with
an even paler, natural foundation and red marks from cuts and bruises. Still she seemed pretty, if not beautiful to him. The small light that shined
above her and spread a halo over her only perfected the image.
"Ah-hem."
He looked to his right and saw the beast that had patched him up looking at him with a wide grin.
"I said, do you feel alright?"
Remy nodded, "Non. Remy in a lot of pain, monstre(not a mistake, that's french!). But..." he looked back towards Rogue, "Maybe I'm in
heaven now because she must be an angel."
From the Beast there was a loud laugh and Remy glared at him for it.
The Beast wiped away a tear and smiled at him, "I didn't mean to offend. It's just that I think I'm going to get along well with you."
"Oui?' Remy raised an eyebrow at the older man, "Why you think 'dat?"
Beast put on his glasses and picked up a book from the desk. He held it in his huge hand for a moment before walking over and placing
it on the bed by the boy's hand. Remy picked it up and read the word "Shakespeare" written in gold on the front. Remy looked at the beast
questioningly.
" It seems to me that you have the soul of a poet. Have you ever read anything by 'the Bard'?" he said, pointing at the book.
Remy shook his head, thumbing through as carefully as if he were handling precious glass.
"Non, I might have stole a few copies, but never read one." Remy said taking one last look at the book then handing it back to the
Beast. But the furry man just pushed it back towards Remy.
"My bookshelves are filled with books from Shakespeare, I think you should keep this one."
Remy looked at the book once more and then back at the man.
"You done too much already, monsier. Remy don't deserve 'dat."
The Beast shook his head and smiled at the boy. "Please, it's the least I can do. You saved her life." he pointed at Rogue.
Remy glanced once again at her laying motionless on the bed and then turned back to the book. He turned the front cover and noticed
some words he had overlook.
"Hank...McCoy..." Remy looked the beastly man in the eye, "'Dat you?"
"Yes, or at least that was who I was." Beast looked off for a moment, "I used to be a teacher, but then..."he trailed off.
Remy nodded, 'Then 'da mutation set in, non? Remy knows what 'dat be like."He stared at the man with his devil eyes, "I used to have
the bluest eyes 'dis side of the Mississippi..."
"Is that you're only mutation?" the older man asked, not fully compreheding what he was getting himself into.
Remy smiled, let out a small chuckle and pulled himself to a sitting position, which spread fire throughout his entire body.
"Monsier, do you feel up for a game of poker?"
Lance Alvers slammed the breaks down on his speeding jeep, parking in the spot that he reserved for himself everyday. He was glad to
see that the "Park here and Pay" sign he had spray-painted on the cement actually worked. Even teachers seemed to take the threat seriously.
He pulled out the keys from the ignition and slipped them into his pocket. He grabbed the few books he had and let the seat slide
forward to let Freddy, Tabitha, and the Toad out.
Tabitha winked at him and ran a finger along his chest as she passed.
"Thanks, cutie."
He rolled his eyes and continued making his way towards the school. Together the Brotherhood walked through the parking lot,
glaring at anyone that dared to look at them the wrong way.
Lance soon saw Kitty walking towards the main entrance and left his group to catch up with her. He waved his arm frantically, trying to
capture her attention. When at last he did he saw that something was seriously wrong. Her usually happy blue eyes were cloudy and the happy
skip in her step was replaced by the dragging of her heels.
He slowed his pace down untill he was standing right in front of her.
"Hey, pretty-Kitty!" he smiled, hoping it would be contagious. It wasn't, if anything it seemed to make her more sad. Her lips dropped
further into a frown and she flew into his arms, sobbing into his chest.
The rest of the Brotherhood arrived on the spot and snickered as their 'leader' was turned into a sort of hankerchief.
"What's the matter, Kitty-cat? Break a nail?" Tabitha smiled, and the others laughed.
"Yeah..." Pietro sped over to where Kitty was, tapped her on the shoulder, moved away, then did it again, at least fifty times in a few
seconds, "Couldn't find the matching socks to your purse-"
"Hey, Shut up, morons!" Lance barked at them, wrapping his arm around Kitty and lifting her tear stained face with the other hand.
"It's just..." she pushed away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked around the group, staring at each one in the
eye. "Like...you guys think Rogue turned traitor on you, but like...you would never like hurt her, would you?"
Lance looked down at his distressed girlfriend, and tilted his head.
"Hurt her?" He shook his head, "Yeah, can't say she's one of our favorite people right now, but we wouldn't hurt her." he saw some
tension leave her face, but tears were still streaming down her face.
The first bell of the school day rang and Kitty automatically turned toward the building. Lance reached out and grabbed her arm, not
with a great amount of pressure, but enough to hold her. She tried to pull away, too confused in her state of sorrow to realize the amazing power
she had at her whim.
"Lance I have to get to class."
"No, not untill I find out what's going on. What' s wrong with Rogue?"
The Brotherhood started to form a circle around the two, now they were quite curious to find out what was happening.
Kitty sniffed, and stopped resisting.
"Rogue was attacked. When we found her, "Kitty wiped at the new tears that were pouring from her eyes. "When we found her she
was beaten up pretty bad." The brotherhood took in a collective gasp.
Lance curled a glove encased fist and the ground beneath them began to tremble a bit.
The Blob cracked his knuckles and flexed his muscles, "Who did it.?" he growled, deep within his throat.
"When we found Rogue there was this guy with her." she let out a shaky breath, "We thought he did it, but when Rogue woke up
back at the institute she said it wasn't him. She said it was Duncan Mathews."
The shaky ground split in a spot to their left, the picnic table resting there sank into the ground a bit.
Lance's body was convulsing, and everyone within the circle was showing the rage clear on their faces. Pietro's pale skin burned with a
anger within him.
"He's gone too far."
"He can't get away with this!"
"It might be us tomorrow!"
"Isaywegoovertohishouse,poundhisroomintooblivion,smashhisheadinforgoodmeasur eandthenexposehimonnationaltelevision."
Kitty held up her hands and glared at them.
"We can't just go attack him!" Kitty ran a hand through her untied hair, "Believe me, I want to, but we just can't go attack him."
Lance pulled on her arm and the group started walking back to the parking lot.
"Kitty, we can't let him get away with beating people! What if he found out about mutants? Your X-men are the ones that want to unite
the world, what are they gonna do about it?!"
The tears had stopped running and were replaced by red cheeks and a pair of bright,blue, angry eyes.
"If we hurt America's Poster Boy, we will totally be giving mutants a bad name. Even if we have a cause, he'll be the victim and we'll be
the bad guys!"
Tabitha, who had remained quiet and had her arms wrapped around herself finally spoke up.
"So, then, we don't attack, "a smirk came to her lips, "We do something worse."
This got the groups attention and they listened carefully to what the girl had to say.
"What that pig-headed idiot loves the most is his popularity as a football player and track star. If we take away the reputation then he's
nothing. If he starts loosing, no one will remember who he is."
The happy, perky Kitty was starting to return to the surface.
"We could totally get Jean to start making him skrew up." she smiled and hopped on one foot, "He is sooo gonna pay."
Lance smiled, liking this vengful side of his girlfriend. "Allright. Duncan is going down and it starts at the game, tomorrow."
The Brotherhood smiled and nodded.
Kitty glanced down at her watch, noting that it was still only ten minutes into first period. "All right, Lance, I'll talk to Jean and give
you a call at the regular time tonight." She blew a kiss to him and started running to her next class. But when she noticed that the others weren't
heading toward the school she turned around.
"Hey!" the all turned to look at her, "Aren't you going to class?"
The group broke out into a collective laugh and hopped into Lance's jeep.
"Oh, hell no!" Pietro yelled as Lance stepped on the gas, "We've got some serious revenge to plan!"
Kitty giggled, feeling better than she had since ogue had been brought in, and hopped to her classroom.
Jean stamped her foot impatiently as she waited for her 'guest to arrive'. After a few hours on the internet, and using her telepathic
abilities to strip people's minds she had finally found what she was looking for. A twisted plan was turning inside of her head.
It was all a matter of getting all of the x-men out of the institute, and leaving Rogue alone.
It seemed quite simple: Cause a major disturbance, convince the proffesor that he was needed with the team, talk him into letting Jean
stay behind (thanks to an untimely cold *cough*cough*). The Rogue would be at her mercy.
The telepath laughed flipping her red hair over her shoulder. When she heard the footsteps on the pavement coming closer she turned
to face the door and smoothed down the front of her dress. She had worn huge glasses, a form of disguise should anything go wrong.
A man walked through the door, holding a briefcase at his side. He was handsome, Jean had to admit. He had chesnut, brown, short
wavy hair. Just above his ears were a few sprinkles of white. His sharp, jutted cheekbones caused shadows that only heightened the green tones
of his eyes. He held a folded trenchcoat in the crook of his arm while extending the other one to her.
"Mr. Smith, I presume?" she smiled clutching his hand in hers.
"Call me David. I hear you have some information on some...unwanted pests?"
"Well, "she pouted slightly and leaned in closer to him, "I would never have called the 'Friends of Humanity'' if I hadn't though there
was an actual mutant, "she shivered for effect," involved. Nasty thing, if you ask me."
"What makes you think that this person is a mutant?" he asked pulling out a notebook and a pencil.
"Well...I looked at your website and she seems to match all of your warning symptoms. A loaner, bad attitude towards more popular
people, plus..." she bit her lip.
"Go on." David started to chew on the tip of his pen.
"I've seen her. One time, she just touched a boy and he started convulsing. He was in a coma for weeks!"
David narrowed his eyebrows, this sounded like one powerful mutant.
"When you say "touched" do you mean just..."
Jean leaned forward and brushed her fingers against his cheek.
"Just like that! And he siezed up!"
The older man wrote furiously.
"What does she look like?"
Jean touched a finger to her cheek and looked off.
"Well...For starters she has really oily brown hair, really white skin. She's kindof short, green eyes... Oh yes!" Jean brushed her bangs
away from her face, "Her bangs are this nasty shade of white."
*Clank*
Jean looked at the man and saw him shaking visibly. The pen he had been holding in his hand had dropped to the floor and the pad of
paper looked like it was about to fall as well. He had a far off look in his eyes, like he was looking at a ghost.
"Uhhh...Sir?" Jean tapped his shoulder causing him to jump nearly out of his skin.
"Sorry..." he held his head with his hand. 'No, this couldn't be. It just couldn't. Be.'
"I'm, sorry, terrible headache. I...I have to go." He nodded at her then and turning on his heel he left.
Jean stared at his back as he left and shook her head.
"Norms..."
She snorted and grabbing her purse on the table she left the warehouse.
David, not knowing what else to do reached his car and then promptly threw up the contents of his stomach. He grabbed his abdomen
and sank down to the ground while wiping his mouth with his free hand.
His breathing was eratic and his heart was beating at a 100 miles per hour. The older man shook his head, trying to throw away the
description he had been given.
'...Brown hair...bangs are a nasty shade of white...'
It must be some other girl. Kid punks died their hair weird colors all the time. It couldn't be her.
And yet he couldn't stop his hand from reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his battered and torn leather wallet. He dug
through it with his fingers until an all too familiar picture came up.
There he was, an arm around his beautful, freak, ex-wife. And on his shoulder, laughing, was a little girl. Her features were plump, her
hair short, and at the tip of her child head was a shock of white.
He remembered being scared out of his mind when he had first seen it. That had been shortly after he had kicked his wife out, and she
had taken their daughter with him.
His sweet daughter.
He brushed a tear away from his eye, and looked down at her happy face.
'My sweet, baby. Daddy's little Ann Marie.' he smiled, bitterly, remembering the nickname he had given her.
"My Rogue."
them...different plotlines. To tell the truth, I have no idea how this story is going to end. Maybe a death or two...happily ever
after...self-reflections...a massive change in the world...who knows?
Ten chapters or less, that's what I'm thinking at this time. Heck, I could kill everyone off and end it in this chapter, wouldn't that suck? Yeah it
would.
If I were you, dear readers, I would put on my safety helmets because I'm am so about to throw a whooper of a secret at y'all pretty soon. Yeah.
It's going to be all different shades of cool.
But, on to bigger and better things...
Chapter 8
In all of the clans he had lived through, with the pits of worthless scums he had lived with, and in all of the deadly scraps with the law
he had managed to survive he had never felt such pain.
When those silver claws had ripped into his flesh, it had been uncomfortable. When the claws had been mercelissly pulled from his
tissue the pain had brought on a quick bought of unconsciousness. But then there was the antiseptic poured into the wound, the sewing of his
very on flesh. This cascaded his entire body into such a sea of unending pain that even slipping into pits of oblivion provided no relief from the
burning.
What was worse was that it was the first time in his life that anyone had ever cared enough to actually patch him up. The big, hairy,
beast of a man had actually tried very hard to fight off any pain he might cause from fixing the gash in his side. Remy was gratiful to the 'man',
even though he kept up the guard of the sarcastic pick-pocket.
And even if this was the worse pain he would probably ever feel in his life he felt it was worth it to be able to clear his name, for once!
He had saved the fair cherie and now all of these people knew it, and it seemed were going to great lengths to make up for locking him up before.
Already many strange teenagers had come into the infirmary and after checking up on the sleeping beauty had stopped and thanked him. Him! In
all of his life he had never been responsible for a single philanthropic act. But of course, he had recieved much pleasure in playing the hero to the
fair damsel in distress.
He looked to his left and saw the bed where his sleeping rescue lay. From the young boys and girls that filtered out of the room he
learned that her name was Rogue.
The name seemed off to him. Who would want to make an outcast of such a strange, dark angel? He studied her, taking in the sharp
curves of her nose and forehead, and the line of her pale lips. The make up she had worn when he first saw her was washed away replaced with
an even paler, natural foundation and red marks from cuts and bruises. Still she seemed pretty, if not beautiful to him. The small light that shined
above her and spread a halo over her only perfected the image.
"Ah-hem."
He looked to his right and saw the beast that had patched him up looking at him with a wide grin.
"I said, do you feel alright?"
Remy nodded, "Non. Remy in a lot of pain, monstre(not a mistake, that's french!). But..." he looked back towards Rogue, "Maybe I'm in
heaven now because she must be an angel."
From the Beast there was a loud laugh and Remy glared at him for it.
The Beast wiped away a tear and smiled at him, "I didn't mean to offend. It's just that I think I'm going to get along well with you."
"Oui?' Remy raised an eyebrow at the older man, "Why you think 'dat?"
Beast put on his glasses and picked up a book from the desk. He held it in his huge hand for a moment before walking over and placing
it on the bed by the boy's hand. Remy picked it up and read the word "Shakespeare" written in gold on the front. Remy looked at the beast
questioningly.
" It seems to me that you have the soul of a poet. Have you ever read anything by 'the Bard'?" he said, pointing at the book.
Remy shook his head, thumbing through as carefully as if he were handling precious glass.
"Non, I might have stole a few copies, but never read one." Remy said taking one last look at the book then handing it back to the
Beast. But the furry man just pushed it back towards Remy.
"My bookshelves are filled with books from Shakespeare, I think you should keep this one."
Remy looked at the book once more and then back at the man.
"You done too much already, monsier. Remy don't deserve 'dat."
The Beast shook his head and smiled at the boy. "Please, it's the least I can do. You saved her life." he pointed at Rogue.
Remy glanced once again at her laying motionless on the bed and then turned back to the book. He turned the front cover and noticed
some words he had overlook.
"Hank...McCoy..." Remy looked the beastly man in the eye, "'Dat you?"
"Yes, or at least that was who I was." Beast looked off for a moment, "I used to be a teacher, but then..."he trailed off.
Remy nodded, 'Then 'da mutation set in, non? Remy knows what 'dat be like."He stared at the man with his devil eyes, "I used to have
the bluest eyes 'dis side of the Mississippi..."
"Is that you're only mutation?" the older man asked, not fully compreheding what he was getting himself into.
Remy smiled, let out a small chuckle and pulled himself to a sitting position, which spread fire throughout his entire body.
"Monsier, do you feel up for a game of poker?"
Lance Alvers slammed the breaks down on his speeding jeep, parking in the spot that he reserved for himself everyday. He was glad to
see that the "Park here and Pay" sign he had spray-painted on the cement actually worked. Even teachers seemed to take the threat seriously.
He pulled out the keys from the ignition and slipped them into his pocket. He grabbed the few books he had and let the seat slide
forward to let Freddy, Tabitha, and the Toad out.
Tabitha winked at him and ran a finger along his chest as she passed.
"Thanks, cutie."
He rolled his eyes and continued making his way towards the school. Together the Brotherhood walked through the parking lot,
glaring at anyone that dared to look at them the wrong way.
Lance soon saw Kitty walking towards the main entrance and left his group to catch up with her. He waved his arm frantically, trying to
capture her attention. When at last he did he saw that something was seriously wrong. Her usually happy blue eyes were cloudy and the happy
skip in her step was replaced by the dragging of her heels.
He slowed his pace down untill he was standing right in front of her.
"Hey, pretty-Kitty!" he smiled, hoping it would be contagious. It wasn't, if anything it seemed to make her more sad. Her lips dropped
further into a frown and she flew into his arms, sobbing into his chest.
The rest of the Brotherhood arrived on the spot and snickered as their 'leader' was turned into a sort of hankerchief.
"What's the matter, Kitty-cat? Break a nail?" Tabitha smiled, and the others laughed.
"Yeah..." Pietro sped over to where Kitty was, tapped her on the shoulder, moved away, then did it again, at least fifty times in a few
seconds, "Couldn't find the matching socks to your purse-"
"Hey, Shut up, morons!" Lance barked at them, wrapping his arm around Kitty and lifting her tear stained face with the other hand.
"It's just..." she pushed away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked around the group, staring at each one in the
eye. "Like...you guys think Rogue turned traitor on you, but like...you would never like hurt her, would you?"
Lance looked down at his distressed girlfriend, and tilted his head.
"Hurt her?" He shook his head, "Yeah, can't say she's one of our favorite people right now, but we wouldn't hurt her." he saw some
tension leave her face, but tears were still streaming down her face.
The first bell of the school day rang and Kitty automatically turned toward the building. Lance reached out and grabbed her arm, not
with a great amount of pressure, but enough to hold her. She tried to pull away, too confused in her state of sorrow to realize the amazing power
she had at her whim.
"Lance I have to get to class."
"No, not untill I find out what's going on. What' s wrong with Rogue?"
The Brotherhood started to form a circle around the two, now they were quite curious to find out what was happening.
Kitty sniffed, and stopped resisting.
"Rogue was attacked. When we found her, "Kitty wiped at the new tears that were pouring from her eyes. "When we found her she
was beaten up pretty bad." The brotherhood took in a collective gasp.
Lance curled a glove encased fist and the ground beneath them began to tremble a bit.
The Blob cracked his knuckles and flexed his muscles, "Who did it.?" he growled, deep within his throat.
"When we found Rogue there was this guy with her." she let out a shaky breath, "We thought he did it, but when Rogue woke up
back at the institute she said it wasn't him. She said it was Duncan Mathews."
The shaky ground split in a spot to their left, the picnic table resting there sank into the ground a bit.
Lance's body was convulsing, and everyone within the circle was showing the rage clear on their faces. Pietro's pale skin burned with a
anger within him.
"He's gone too far."
"He can't get away with this!"
"It might be us tomorrow!"
"Isaywegoovertohishouse,poundhisroomintooblivion,smashhisheadinforgoodmeasur eandthenexposehimonnationaltelevision."
Kitty held up her hands and glared at them.
"We can't just go attack him!" Kitty ran a hand through her untied hair, "Believe me, I want to, but we just can't go attack him."
Lance pulled on her arm and the group started walking back to the parking lot.
"Kitty, we can't let him get away with beating people! What if he found out about mutants? Your X-men are the ones that want to unite
the world, what are they gonna do about it?!"
The tears had stopped running and were replaced by red cheeks and a pair of bright,blue, angry eyes.
"If we hurt America's Poster Boy, we will totally be giving mutants a bad name. Even if we have a cause, he'll be the victim and we'll be
the bad guys!"
Tabitha, who had remained quiet and had her arms wrapped around herself finally spoke up.
"So, then, we don't attack, "a smirk came to her lips, "We do something worse."
This got the groups attention and they listened carefully to what the girl had to say.
"What that pig-headed idiot loves the most is his popularity as a football player and track star. If we take away the reputation then he's
nothing. If he starts loosing, no one will remember who he is."
The happy, perky Kitty was starting to return to the surface.
"We could totally get Jean to start making him skrew up." she smiled and hopped on one foot, "He is sooo gonna pay."
Lance smiled, liking this vengful side of his girlfriend. "Allright. Duncan is going down and it starts at the game, tomorrow."
The Brotherhood smiled and nodded.
Kitty glanced down at her watch, noting that it was still only ten minutes into first period. "All right, Lance, I'll talk to Jean and give
you a call at the regular time tonight." She blew a kiss to him and started running to her next class. But when she noticed that the others weren't
heading toward the school she turned around.
"Hey!" the all turned to look at her, "Aren't you going to class?"
The group broke out into a collective laugh and hopped into Lance's jeep.
"Oh, hell no!" Pietro yelled as Lance stepped on the gas, "We've got some serious revenge to plan!"
Kitty giggled, feeling better than she had since ogue had been brought in, and hopped to her classroom.
Jean stamped her foot impatiently as she waited for her 'guest to arrive'. After a few hours on the internet, and using her telepathic
abilities to strip people's minds she had finally found what she was looking for. A twisted plan was turning inside of her head.
It was all a matter of getting all of the x-men out of the institute, and leaving Rogue alone.
It seemed quite simple: Cause a major disturbance, convince the proffesor that he was needed with the team, talk him into letting Jean
stay behind (thanks to an untimely cold *cough*cough*). The Rogue would be at her mercy.
The telepath laughed flipping her red hair over her shoulder. When she heard the footsteps on the pavement coming closer she turned
to face the door and smoothed down the front of her dress. She had worn huge glasses, a form of disguise should anything go wrong.
A man walked through the door, holding a briefcase at his side. He was handsome, Jean had to admit. He had chesnut, brown, short
wavy hair. Just above his ears were a few sprinkles of white. His sharp, jutted cheekbones caused shadows that only heightened the green tones
of his eyes. He held a folded trenchcoat in the crook of his arm while extending the other one to her.
"Mr. Smith, I presume?" she smiled clutching his hand in hers.
"Call me David. I hear you have some information on some...unwanted pests?"
"Well, "she pouted slightly and leaned in closer to him, "I would never have called the 'Friends of Humanity'' if I hadn't though there
was an actual mutant, "she shivered for effect," involved. Nasty thing, if you ask me."
"What makes you think that this person is a mutant?" he asked pulling out a notebook and a pencil.
"Well...I looked at your website and she seems to match all of your warning symptoms. A loaner, bad attitude towards more popular
people, plus..." she bit her lip.
"Go on." David started to chew on the tip of his pen.
"I've seen her. One time, she just touched a boy and he started convulsing. He was in a coma for weeks!"
David narrowed his eyebrows, this sounded like one powerful mutant.
"When you say "touched" do you mean just..."
Jean leaned forward and brushed her fingers against his cheek.
"Just like that! And he siezed up!"
The older man wrote furiously.
"What does she look like?"
Jean touched a finger to her cheek and looked off.
"Well...For starters she has really oily brown hair, really white skin. She's kindof short, green eyes... Oh yes!" Jean brushed her bangs
away from her face, "Her bangs are this nasty shade of white."
*Clank*
Jean looked at the man and saw him shaking visibly. The pen he had been holding in his hand had dropped to the floor and the pad of
paper looked like it was about to fall as well. He had a far off look in his eyes, like he was looking at a ghost.
"Uhhh...Sir?" Jean tapped his shoulder causing him to jump nearly out of his skin.
"Sorry..." he held his head with his hand. 'No, this couldn't be. It just couldn't. Be.'
"I'm, sorry, terrible headache. I...I have to go." He nodded at her then and turning on his heel he left.
Jean stared at his back as he left and shook her head.
"Norms..."
She snorted and grabbing her purse on the table she left the warehouse.
David, not knowing what else to do reached his car and then promptly threw up the contents of his stomach. He grabbed his abdomen
and sank down to the ground while wiping his mouth with his free hand.
His breathing was eratic and his heart was beating at a 100 miles per hour. The older man shook his head, trying to throw away the
description he had been given.
'...Brown hair...bangs are a nasty shade of white...'
It must be some other girl. Kid punks died their hair weird colors all the time. It couldn't be her.
And yet he couldn't stop his hand from reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his battered and torn leather wallet. He dug
through it with his fingers until an all too familiar picture came up.
There he was, an arm around his beautful, freak, ex-wife. And on his shoulder, laughing, was a little girl. Her features were plump, her
hair short, and at the tip of her child head was a shock of white.
He remembered being scared out of his mind when he had first seen it. That had been shortly after he had kicked his wife out, and she
had taken their daughter with him.
His sweet daughter.
He brushed a tear away from his eye, and looked down at her happy face.
'My sweet, baby. Daddy's little Ann Marie.' he smiled, bitterly, remembering the nickname he had given her.
"My Rogue."