Chapter 6, "Concrete Angel"
By: MidnyteRogue aka RogueBHS
I look up from the blue prints I'm in the middle of studying when Momma calls out to me. She says the X-men found us, and she wants me to get out of there immeadiately. I ignore her wishes and go running to where she is. Nobody is gonna hurt her. Nobody. When I see that there are some new ones, I pause. I don't know their powers...which puts me at a loss. The short man pops out a set of metal claws, and I almost jump.
I pull out the gun I'm never without any more, and aim it at them. The short, hairy one grins, as if he knows something I don't. Creed jumps out from a room and tackles that one, and within seconds, they're fighting brutily. I see a cut heal on the hairy one's arm, and realize why he wasn't scared of the gun. He can heal just like Sabretooth. Well, no matter. I'll leave him to Creed. I grin at the white haired woman, and she steps back when my gun turns to her.
I smell brimstone behind me and turn, knocking the blue furry one upside the head. Alright, we can add a teleporter to the list. The young brunette is fighting Lance...then she melts right through the floor. Literally. Momma yells at me to get the hell out, and I just shake my head, then fire at the red-haired man's feet. He jumps back at least a foot, then looks at me with his eyes wide. I take another shot at his feet, and he jumps again. The white haired woman frowns, and her blue eyes go as white as her hair. God that's freaky.
Suddenly lightening strikes me, and I drop the gun. I let out a growl as I pull a knife from my boots and send it flying at the witch. It hits her in the shoulder and she screams, causing the short hairy one to leave Creed alone and go running at her. He catches her before she hits the floor and calls to the others, ordering them to leave. They don't wait for further orders, but run out behind him.
I get up from the floor, a little shaken from the electricity that had run through me. Momma is at my side, angry that I didn't leave when she told me to. I look up at her, my own eyes angry, but because I had let the weather witch hit me. I meet her gaze levely, and she stops yelling at me, her yellow eyes just watching me now. "I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you or Nanna if I can help it. You're the only family I've got."
Momma sighs heavily and hugs me. "I understand, but I don't want you hurt either. Not by the likes of them especially." She pulls back, and leaves her hands on my shoulders. "I know you can handle humans, Rogue, but other mutants is another matter. Unless a power of your own shows up, I'd prefer you let the rest of handle the mutants. I won't lose my daughter."
I smile at her. "You won't. I promise."
She nods, then walks with me back to the room I was studying in. "How are you doing on the blue prints?"
"I think I've got it down...but I'm gonna look over 'em a few more times. I know this is an important one Momma. I don't wanna mess up."
She smiles and hugs me again. "I trust you. You've not let me down yet, and I don't think you'll start any time soon." When we reach the room, she stops in the doorway while I walk back over to the table where the blue prints are laid out. "We leave for New Orleans in the morning. Make sure you're packed."
I nod absently as I run a finger over the pages of blue prints. "Alright, Momma."
She leaves me alone with the papers, and I take a seat at the table. I don't know why the mission in New Orleans is so big, truth be told. All we're doing is stealing something from thieves. The New Orleans Thieves Guild...big whoop. It'd be more of a challenge if I was stealing from their rivals, the Assassains. Oh well. Momma has her reasons for everything. And I trust her completely.
Now this is news. Rogue was in New Orleans as a teenager? Its a wonder Remy didn't know her. Or maybe he never met her when she was there before. But I would think that someone from the Guild would have recognized her. This whole thing is a mystery. I remember that battle between us and her. Storm was in shock from the fact that so young a girl would be so cold blooded. We all were when she said what she saw in Rogue's eyes.
Its a wonder that Rogue isn't still that way. But it explains why she's so tight lipped when it comes to her past. I wouldn't want to admit that I had enjoyed killing either.