Chapter 7, "Living A Lie"
By: MidnyteRogue aka RogueBHS
Ahh, back in the South. Its never felt so good to be so close to home again. Granted Louisiana isn't my home, I love it all the same. Cajun or Creole, doesn't matter which you pick, the food is terrific, and spicy. And in the center of the excitement that is Louisiana, is New Orleans. Home to some of the best traditions I know, including Mardi Gras. Granted that its not Mardi Gras right now, but that's not that big of a deal really.
Its mid-afternoon, and the streets are teaming with people. It figures, it really figures. After what happened nearly a year ago with that sweet boy Cody, I really don't want to be around people much. Guess daddy was right. I am nothing but a stinkin' mutie. No...no I ain't. I'm not a mutie. I'm a mutant. Homo Superior. Just like Momma and Nanna say I am. I trust them over my daddy any day.
I was relieved when I heard daddy had died. Good for nothin SOB that he was, he deserved to die. But that's the past now. And Momma says that we can't linger in the past, or we forget all about the important things that are going on now. And of course, Momma knows best, right?
I look around me, the French Quarter surrounds me, and everyone else who has taken the time to be here. Its pretty in its own way, you know. But I can't take the time to enjoy this place, not while there is a mission to do. Momma's gotten on to Pyro for that before. The last thing I need is Momma getting on to me for not doing my job. Not after all she's done for me.
I see the man I'm supposed to follow and stand slowly, stretching out my muscles. From this angle he's not to bad looking, with his chin-length hair and lean, athletic figure. I check the hood of my jacket and start after him at a casual pace, after all, he's in no hurry either. I can't help but grin when he turns and looks over his shoulder, his gaze not finding me. Right now, I'm no different than any one else here. Not in appearance at least, but in agenda, I couldn't be more different I imagine.
He hurdles some railing, and I have to admire the grace with which he does it. This guy is supposedly the prince of theives, and I can believe it, based on agility at least. I follow him further and further away from the French Quarter, glad for the flocks of people around. Momma said this guy was a mutant, and that she wasn't sure what his powers were, which makes him dangerous. I just hope and pray he's not a telepath.
He doesn't seem to be, so I force myself to stop worrying. I've been able to stop telepaths before, and he should be no different. After all, I did beat the X-men back before my powers showed up. When he reaches his destination, I make myself busy looking at a jewelry shop just in case he turns to look around. He does glance over his shoulder, this wickedly sexy grin that truthfully aught to be illegal in all 50 states fitting in perfectly with his mysterious appearance. Momma said he had the devil's eyes, and that's why he wears the sunglasses. I don't know what "devil's eyes" are, but I'm not sure I want to know either.
"Devil's eyes?" That would be Remy for certain, yet she seemed to have no knowledge of him when he joined the team. I guess Storm wasn't the first to meet the Cajun charmer after all. But the fact that Remy didn't recognize Rogue either is a bit of a shock. He's an observer, and surely would have noticed her. Then again, she mentioned a hood, so her hair might have been covered, truely making her no different than any tourist, except possibly in a slightly better shaped form.
So many questions formed from reading this journal of hers, but so few answers to all that is unknown. The name Rogue is becoming more and more fitting for our Southern Belle. I just hope she doesn't take ner name seriously one day, and turn her back on the X-men. That in itself would be a horror.