Rogue swiftly executed a kick to the leaders face, throwing him back
towards the gang. He looked up at her astonished by her strength. The look
of shock passed over as a look of pure hatred engulfed his face, twisting
his features.
"GET THAT BITCH!"
Rogue sighed they ran towards her clumsily. Some people never learned. A wave of nostalgia enveloped her. This was almost exactly like the first time she had been attacked, only 3 days after her father had thrown her out. That time a gang of thugs had cornered her in an alleyway when one of them had realised that she had stolen off them. Those days it had been her mother who had trained her. Apparently before becoming a super hero her mother herself had had to fend for herself, having also been kicked out when her parents had found out of her mutancy. They knew she couldn't go back to the house to collect money and provisions due to her father. The one thing that she had to be thankful for for that terrible day was the fact that in effect of draining her mother of her life, she had also drained her mothers powers, all of which proved to be exceedingly useful, especially when she was in a tight spot, like when the gang had attacked her.
First they had tried to beat her up, but had a shock of their own when the six year old girl somehow threw the leader fifty feet into the air. Then they had tried bullets, but when they realised that they just jumped off the child's body harmlessly, just tearing through her clothes, they had just fled in horror, except for one who was stupid enough to try and kill her with a knife. She had punched him but he had slashed at her with his knife, though she had strength he moved quickly missing her throws. Then her hand suddenly grabbed his face. His expression shifted to horror as she slowly sucked out his life force. She could see her in his eyes, a young inoccent scruffy looking girl, she could feel his pain that penetrated his whole body and soul as she sucked it all in. His memories flashed through her mind, people he had raped and killed, bloodied images flooding her young mind. Phantoms of his past glared at her accusingly as the black pain enveloped her, wracking throughout her small body.Then like before the thread broke and she looked down at the mans body. Her first victim. His psyche raged in her.
"BITCH!" a mans voice came out of her mouth.
"What did you do to me? You're gonna pay for that you little slut!" She grabbed the knife and cut her self repeatedly, slashing her clothes, ripping her clothes... Then her mothers voice came out.
"Get out of my childs head!" She suddenly felt her mothers psyche clamping down the man, burying him in the depths of her mind. Her mother looked at her now and hugged her gently, stroking her hair.
"It's ok Roguey. It's ok. Everything's going to be fine.."
Her voice soothing her, lulling her to sleep. When she woke up she had found herself bandaged in a small bed. Her mother's voice spoke in her head. "I took charge of your body for a while honey. I hope you don't mind. I just bandaged you and stole enough money for you to get a room." Her mother gave her a mental hug. Rogue smiled as she snuggled down in the sheets, content.
This was how they lived for years, moving from place to place, stealing. Everywhere they had gone though her mother hd always made her do the same thing. Find a poor family or any group of street rats, and give at least a quarter of their steals to them. Apparently her mother when she had been thrown out had been kindly taken in by an elderly woman with eight children already of her own. Carol and the older children had had to steal constantly to get enough money to feed and clothe the children. So this was what she called 'giving-back' to the street community that had saved her from dying. She had been there to nurse Rogue back every time she came into contact with another person. She stopped Rogue from taking her life when she had found out that her father had taken his, when he had shot himself in front of Carol's grave, driven to despair. She had told Rogue to forgive herself, she had told her how much she loved her and how much she always would.
Then one day she had gone. Rogue was 10 at that time. She had been on her own for 4 years, earning enough money to buy a small apartment under her mothers name. Thankfully the neighbours were too wrapped up in their own lifes to notice the young girl was the only person to walk in and out of the room, and as long as she payed her rent on time the woman who owned the block hadn't given her any trouble about it. Everything was perfect. Until that day. When she woke up she felt as if something was missing. Suddenly she noticed that this was the first time she hadn't woken up to her mothers voice. "Mama?" She got up. "Mama?" Her voice now came out in a frantic burst. Where was she? Why wasn't she answering? Tears of panic now dripped from her eyes.
"Mama...mama...mama.." She muttered the words over again, closing her eyes, searching her mind for the single solitary figure of hope that had kept her going for all these years, only to find nothing. She felt like screaming; in fact she would have if she hadn't suddenly recalled her mothers words, "In the face of panic always keep calm honey. Don't let the panic control you. Make yourself control it. You're my daughter Rogue. That means like all Danvers women you're strong. " Rogue breathed slowly, counting to ten. She would keep calm. She would make her mother proud. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed her teeth and changed, all the while her young face still set in stone as she chanted a mantra in her head. "Must be strong. Must make mama proud. Must be strong. Must make mama proud.."
Like a robot she walked to school; her mother had made her enroll so that she could continue her studies. All she did was have to make sure she always wore clothes that covered every inch of her body, gloves, jeans, long sleeved shirt, trainers. She wore one of the many wigs so her class mates wouldn't tease her because of her hair, and dark makeup, so as to ware most of her classmates off, in fear of any accidents. When she reached the class, she could hear a small commotion coming from inside.
"Awww its soo cute!" "Lemme touch it!" "Hey its my turn!" Rogue walked in to see Bridget, 'li'l miss popularity' of the class, crowded by her friends, holding a little puppy. "Look who it is!" She sneered as Rogue walked into the class.
"Plain Jane (the name Rogue had enrolled with) sitting in the corner as usual! Don't you want to see Precious here? My daddy got him for my birthday!"
"Nah. Ah'm allergic." She replied nonchantly.
Bridget pouted, having been spoiled of her fun. Suddenly an idea hit her. "Oh come on, just a little touch.." She grinned evilly closing in on the poor girl, her friends crowding round her.
Rogue backed away slightly in fear. What would happen if her classmates found out what she really was? She shook her head again firmly.
"No."
Bridget smirked. Fine she'd just have to play rough.
"Ok. Whatever you say."
With that in one swift move she dropped the puppy on Rogue's lap. She grinned as Rogue shreaked when the puppy jumped up to lick her. What she hadn't counted on though was the girl suddenly touching the puppy softly, playing and teasing it slowly with a look of utter joy on her face. Her mind in a rage, Bridget snatched the puppy away from Rogue roughly walking away, not knowing she had just given Rogue the best present anyone could ever have. The knowledge it had gone. The curse had gone.
***
She looked around dully at the fallen bodies of foolish that had tried to overcome her; the others that still had any semblence of sanity had run away long before. A groan came from the heap. "b..b..bii.... *CRACK*" the sound went quite as the girl unmercifully cracked his skull. She looked at the blood dully as it ran through her hands, as if it was nothing new; the bitter truth being, to her it never had been. Strength came with a high price, the price of death, and the price of her never-ending misery. Every-time she used her powers she was always reminded of where they came from, and what she was. However much her mother had tried to dissuade her, tried to remove the thought from her young mind it had already been deeply ingrained from that day. She was a murderer. She was her own mothers murderer, and consequently, her fathers as well. Her bloodied hand dropped the limp body as she stole away into the night, fighting back age-old tears that she had never allowed to fall...
AN:- I'm baaaack!!!! (again!) heh soz 4 this being short :p if i can get off my lazy ass i might actually churn out new chaps 4 'thief' n 'image' but no promises yet soz.. well if u didnt read the synopsis thingy just wanna repeat, stroke of luck is now 'thief's sequel, therefore explainin a helluva lotta things bout thief (ie, why rogue can actually touch). Well i really gotta apologize for the seriously long gap of time that i've been M.I.A, lets just say a lotta things cropped up, some pleasent and some less so. well until nxt time... cyz! ~linkin
"GET THAT BITCH!"
Rogue sighed they ran towards her clumsily. Some people never learned. A wave of nostalgia enveloped her. This was almost exactly like the first time she had been attacked, only 3 days after her father had thrown her out. That time a gang of thugs had cornered her in an alleyway when one of them had realised that she had stolen off them. Those days it had been her mother who had trained her. Apparently before becoming a super hero her mother herself had had to fend for herself, having also been kicked out when her parents had found out of her mutancy. They knew she couldn't go back to the house to collect money and provisions due to her father. The one thing that she had to be thankful for for that terrible day was the fact that in effect of draining her mother of her life, she had also drained her mothers powers, all of which proved to be exceedingly useful, especially when she was in a tight spot, like when the gang had attacked her.
First they had tried to beat her up, but had a shock of their own when the six year old girl somehow threw the leader fifty feet into the air. Then they had tried bullets, but when they realised that they just jumped off the child's body harmlessly, just tearing through her clothes, they had just fled in horror, except for one who was stupid enough to try and kill her with a knife. She had punched him but he had slashed at her with his knife, though she had strength he moved quickly missing her throws. Then her hand suddenly grabbed his face. His expression shifted to horror as she slowly sucked out his life force. She could see her in his eyes, a young inoccent scruffy looking girl, she could feel his pain that penetrated his whole body and soul as she sucked it all in. His memories flashed through her mind, people he had raped and killed, bloodied images flooding her young mind. Phantoms of his past glared at her accusingly as the black pain enveloped her, wracking throughout her small body.Then like before the thread broke and she looked down at the mans body. Her first victim. His psyche raged in her.
"BITCH!" a mans voice came out of her mouth.
"What did you do to me? You're gonna pay for that you little slut!" She grabbed the knife and cut her self repeatedly, slashing her clothes, ripping her clothes... Then her mothers voice came out.
"Get out of my childs head!" She suddenly felt her mothers psyche clamping down the man, burying him in the depths of her mind. Her mother looked at her now and hugged her gently, stroking her hair.
"It's ok Roguey. It's ok. Everything's going to be fine.."
Her voice soothing her, lulling her to sleep. When she woke up she had found herself bandaged in a small bed. Her mother's voice spoke in her head. "I took charge of your body for a while honey. I hope you don't mind. I just bandaged you and stole enough money for you to get a room." Her mother gave her a mental hug. Rogue smiled as she snuggled down in the sheets, content.
This was how they lived for years, moving from place to place, stealing. Everywhere they had gone though her mother hd always made her do the same thing. Find a poor family or any group of street rats, and give at least a quarter of their steals to them. Apparently her mother when she had been thrown out had been kindly taken in by an elderly woman with eight children already of her own. Carol and the older children had had to steal constantly to get enough money to feed and clothe the children. So this was what she called 'giving-back' to the street community that had saved her from dying. She had been there to nurse Rogue back every time she came into contact with another person. She stopped Rogue from taking her life when she had found out that her father had taken his, when he had shot himself in front of Carol's grave, driven to despair. She had told Rogue to forgive herself, she had told her how much she loved her and how much she always would.
Then one day she had gone. Rogue was 10 at that time. She had been on her own for 4 years, earning enough money to buy a small apartment under her mothers name. Thankfully the neighbours were too wrapped up in their own lifes to notice the young girl was the only person to walk in and out of the room, and as long as she payed her rent on time the woman who owned the block hadn't given her any trouble about it. Everything was perfect. Until that day. When she woke up she felt as if something was missing. Suddenly she noticed that this was the first time she hadn't woken up to her mothers voice. "Mama?" She got up. "Mama?" Her voice now came out in a frantic burst. Where was she? Why wasn't she answering? Tears of panic now dripped from her eyes.
"Mama...mama...mama.." She muttered the words over again, closing her eyes, searching her mind for the single solitary figure of hope that had kept her going for all these years, only to find nothing. She felt like screaming; in fact she would have if she hadn't suddenly recalled her mothers words, "In the face of panic always keep calm honey. Don't let the panic control you. Make yourself control it. You're my daughter Rogue. That means like all Danvers women you're strong. " Rogue breathed slowly, counting to ten. She would keep calm. She would make her mother proud. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed her teeth and changed, all the while her young face still set in stone as she chanted a mantra in her head. "Must be strong. Must make mama proud. Must be strong. Must make mama proud.."
Like a robot she walked to school; her mother had made her enroll so that she could continue her studies. All she did was have to make sure she always wore clothes that covered every inch of her body, gloves, jeans, long sleeved shirt, trainers. She wore one of the many wigs so her class mates wouldn't tease her because of her hair, and dark makeup, so as to ware most of her classmates off, in fear of any accidents. When she reached the class, she could hear a small commotion coming from inside.
"Awww its soo cute!" "Lemme touch it!" "Hey its my turn!" Rogue walked in to see Bridget, 'li'l miss popularity' of the class, crowded by her friends, holding a little puppy. "Look who it is!" She sneered as Rogue walked into the class.
"Plain Jane (the name Rogue had enrolled with) sitting in the corner as usual! Don't you want to see Precious here? My daddy got him for my birthday!"
"Nah. Ah'm allergic." She replied nonchantly.
Bridget pouted, having been spoiled of her fun. Suddenly an idea hit her. "Oh come on, just a little touch.." She grinned evilly closing in on the poor girl, her friends crowding round her.
Rogue backed away slightly in fear. What would happen if her classmates found out what she really was? She shook her head again firmly.
"No."
Bridget smirked. Fine she'd just have to play rough.
"Ok. Whatever you say."
With that in one swift move she dropped the puppy on Rogue's lap. She grinned as Rogue shreaked when the puppy jumped up to lick her. What she hadn't counted on though was the girl suddenly touching the puppy softly, playing and teasing it slowly with a look of utter joy on her face. Her mind in a rage, Bridget snatched the puppy away from Rogue roughly walking away, not knowing she had just given Rogue the best present anyone could ever have. The knowledge it had gone. The curse had gone.
***
She looked around dully at the fallen bodies of foolish that had tried to overcome her; the others that still had any semblence of sanity had run away long before. A groan came from the heap. "b..b..bii.... *CRACK*" the sound went quite as the girl unmercifully cracked his skull. She looked at the blood dully as it ran through her hands, as if it was nothing new; the bitter truth being, to her it never had been. Strength came with a high price, the price of death, and the price of her never-ending misery. Every-time she used her powers she was always reminded of where they came from, and what she was. However much her mother had tried to dissuade her, tried to remove the thought from her young mind it had already been deeply ingrained from that day. She was a murderer. She was her own mothers murderer, and consequently, her fathers as well. Her bloodied hand dropped the limp body as she stole away into the night, fighting back age-old tears that she had never allowed to fall...
AN:- I'm baaaack!!!! (again!) heh soz 4 this being short :p if i can get off my lazy ass i might actually churn out new chaps 4 'thief' n 'image' but no promises yet soz.. well if u didnt read the synopsis thingy just wanna repeat, stroke of luck is now 'thief's sequel, therefore explainin a helluva lotta things bout thief (ie, why rogue can actually touch). Well i really gotta apologize for the seriously long gap of time that i've been M.I.A, lets just say a lotta things cropped up, some pleasent and some less so. well until nxt time... cyz! ~linkin