Title: Evasion
Series: Being
Name: Jules
E-mail: Rating: PG-15 for now
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong to the wonderful MARVEL and FOX
Classification: (Major angst, romance, friendship)
Summary: Rogue continues on her run, while Logan searches.
Status: Unfinished
Evasion
By Jules
Part 2
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Somewhere in Ohio
A black motorcycle pulled up in front of the fight club. A figure dressed in a black Lycra body suit and black leather jacket swung her leg over the bike. Anyone bothering to watch immediately got a view of her fantastic toned body, and were most likely taken a back if they watched her take her helmet off, and watched her long brown locks that glinted coppery in the waning sunlight with two shocks of white in the front, tumbled down. She was a beauty, the likes of which they didn't get in dives like that.
The Rogue, as she was known, was the best fighter in the whole damn fighting circuit, currently. Everyone, on the circuit had heard whisperings of the bombshell with an iron fist, so when word got out that she was in a town, the bar would be jam-packed that night.
Rogue sauntered into the bar, not even paying attention to the stares she was getting, and made her customary hellos. She took off her jacket, revealing that the body suit was sleeveless with a plunging neckline that exposed generous cleavage. Anyone who had known her before her fighting tour, would have been shocked to see no gloves adorned her 'dainty' hands.
The fact was, Rogue had learned how to control her lethal power in the months she was gone, contrary to the professors predictions of her never going to experience human contact again. It had taken much meditation, and weeks of soul searching before she was able to discover the origin of her anxieties, which had caused her to turn on her powers full time, and since that day, she'd been able to figure out how to control her absorbsions. On top of which, she'd managed to construct some sturdy blocks inside her mind, just incase some of the nosy telepaths at the institute were looking for her. While she feared they might not stand up to Cerebro, they would keep out any unwanted 'visitors.'
Rogue been on the road for about four months as of the date, and had been cage fighting for around two. She'd already, created quite a reputation for herself on the circuits as a woman wonder. It took a lot of her (and Logan's) self-restraint, but she never used too much power in her punches or kicks, and flying, of course, was out of the question.
The bartender gave her a big smile, and began counting the profit he knew he was going to make that night in his head. Her beauty alone drew a crowd, but on top of that, all the macho men of the area (and visitors) wanted to fight her too. Her reputation was an affront to their pride, that a woman was a better combatant then they were was just inconceivable to their feeble minds, and all wanted to prove how big their . . . . were. The Rogue never lost though.
No one knew where she would show up, or how long she would be there, but no one had ever turned her down for a fight.
If Rogue were honest with herself, she'd admit that it wasn't just the Wolverine in her that enjoyed the fight, it was her own fiery Southern spirit as well. Every time she got in the ring, she was fighting the darkness that was holding her soul. Fighting the sinister thoughts that raced through her mind, the looks of fear in eyes of those who had known about her powers. Her parents, Cody's parents, the children at the Institute, strangers who'd figured out her secret….
She heard the cheering begin outside the cage, and it was time to fight once more.
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Grand Rapids, Michigan
Logan had been trying to find his Marie for a month now. A few leads, which had seemed promising had led him to this town, but it was just yet another dead end.
Logan lay back in the bed of yet another seedy motel, this time on Plainfield Ave. He had driven around the town bit, and although the city was huge, large enough to warrant being put on a globe, this area was empty and rundown. The best it had were a few bowling alleys, a McDonalds, a shutdown mall, and the only bar around was a Cheers.
So now, the trail cold, he was laying his rundown room, though restlessly struggling to keep from falling asleep. Because that was when the nightmares happened. The vicious memories of impaling his Marie on his claws, seeing her reaching for him, desperation on her face, or then there was night right after, when he'd heard her desperate pleas for help at the Statue of Liberty, but was powerless to go to her.
So Logan just lay there on the crappy bed, tormenting himself over how the fact that he hadn't been there to help her when she'd needed him, yet again.
xXx
Westchester, New York
Scott Summers stared out his bedroom window into the night, deep in though, which was something he did a lot since it had happened…. He worried about Rogue, he was fearful that Logan wouldn't find her.
And another part of him was in turmoil about what would happen if, and when he did. Rogue had been so angry….
His fiancée, Dr. Jean Gray, came up silently behind him, "They'll be fine. Rogue can protect herself now. She's strong."
"Physically, yes, but I'm more concerned about what she's doing. And why Logan cares so much." Scott informed her.
They were silent for a moment, then Jean finally verbalized the question as she'd been longing to for months, "You feel guilty too, don't you." It was more of a statement then a question, and she went on, "We never touched her, any of us. Carol and Logan were the only ones who didn't fear her, and what her powers could do, what she could learn. I'll admit it. I was afraid of her a little as we;;. She had so much power, she could kill us, with just a touch of her bare skin, to ours. But all the same, she was just a scared little girl, who needed people to accept her. And we never did."
Scott was stunned by her confession, "You were afraid of her? Jean, I didn't fear her, feared for her. I didn't understand why people shied away from her. Rogue was a sweet caring person. And she wasn't a little girl. Not only was she about 17, but before coming here, she'd been on her own, hitchhiking across the country for nine months. On top of that, her mind is older then both of us put together, but she was stuck in a teenager's body." And with that, he walked away, feeling a bit ashamed of his fiancé at that moment.
Leaving behind a shell-shocked psychic behind.
xXx
Ohio
Rogue collected her night's winnings, then returned to the rundown motel she'd been staying at. It may have been really old, but clean, and that's what mattered more than anything to her. It was by far the nicest place she'd stayed in since she'd ran. Though, that really didn't any much for the quality of the other places….
Before she'd returned to her small cramped room, she had deposited her earnings into an account, via an ATM, that she'd opened under the name Marie Wolf. That was also the name on one of her driver's licenses. Well, the one that gave her valid ID to get plastered when she wanted to. She wasn't sure which personality in her head had given her the information to do all these things, but she was extremely grateful for the knowledge.
Rogue had absolutely no idea where she was headed after this, or what she was even looking for. But she just knew she was searching for something, but not what. She had no set course, and she'd grown to like that. She stayed as long as she pleased, left when she wanted to. The Rogue never made friends, she barely even talked to people.
She laughed as she turned on the shower thinking about it. She had turned into the female version of the Wolverine…a thought, which caused her heart to ache and a lump to form in her throat. But she wouldn't let herself go down that road
Sighing, Rogue peeled off the black lycra, which was just one of many form fitting bodysuits that she always wore for her fights, then stepped under therapeutic spray of hot water. From the showerhead hung her shower kit, from which she took out her blue shower-poof, and her Victoria Secret Amber Romance body wash.
It was Rogue's opinion that while she might fight with men like Logan did, but she sure as hell wasn't going to smell like him. After rinsing off, she washed her hair, as quickly as her long hair would allow, but enjoying every minute of it. Soon she was just standing there, letting the hot water stream down on her tense body as she leaned against the shower wall on her elbows, the memories of why she left taking over her thoughts yet again, as they did every night.
Rogue had left because no one felt comfortable around her in the first place, after the incident with Logan. They'd stayed even farther away after she'd drained, and somehow permanently absorbed the powers of the new mutant teacher who had come to teach at the school.
The teacher been grievously injured in a fight against Sabertooth, while trying to protect the group of students that had been attacked, Rogue had been among the students. And there had been no chance of the teacher's survival, even prior to rogue absorbing her. Sabertooth had already thrown the poor woman into Rogue once, causing an accidental absorbsions, cutting down the woman's invulnerability, as a result, in his next attack, he'd fatally wounded her.
Carol Danvers, had been her name. She had begged Rogue to take her powers, so Rogue could protect the rest of the students.
The two, had been very close, confidants. They'd made a connection in the short time Carol had been at the school. She had been one of few who hadn't been afraid of Rogue. They'd talked about everything, especially about the people who roamed around in there. Carol understood, she just knew why Rogue actually kept herself more closed off to the other kids then they kept away from her, because she was too old. Not in age, but in mind.
So when Carol was dying, she grabbed Rogue's arm above her glove, were a sliver of skin had peaking out due to the shifting of fabric, with her superior strength and refused to let go. With her last breaths, she told Rogue that she didn't want her death to be senseless, and with her (Carol's) powers Rogue could protect herself offensively, in ways that didn't hurt Rogue as well, and maybe one-day help others. And that was how Rogue absorbed Carol's extreme strength, invulnerability and the ability to fly.
The students watching had grown afraid of her, and as word spread, the entire school became more and more closed off from her.
And after a few tormenting months of it, Rogue had known. For the second time in just 17 short years, it was time for her to run again….
Under the spray, the water started to turn cold, snapping Rogue out of her memories. She shut off the shower, dried off, and then went to bed, for another night plagued with dreams, of him.
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Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.
Oh, and by the way, yes, I know Jean's not 'psychic', it's a joke from the movie made by the telepaths.
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