Disclaimer: I own no X-Men and Adema is mine, I wrote this because it was
swimming in my head for a week now and I just needed to get it out. I might
add more, but then again I might not. I'm hitting a writer's block with my
other work; so maybe with this out I'll be able to write again. Read and
tell me how you think it is please. Thank you oh so very much people.
Rouge's meeting
They had been ignoring her all day, they whispered loudly as she passed them in the halls and in class. Their eyes bore into her she hung her head low and moved like a drone from point A to point B. During class no one sat near her, no one walked close to her, no one did anything to help her or comfort her, they just avoided her and whispered and giggled and made her feel even worse then she already was.
It was just last night when she had tried to wake Logan up from a nightmare of his, but in his fear of the nightmare he skewered her with his claws. She had touched his face and absorbed his healing power and was able to heal herself, but she had nearly killed Logan. and now people were talking behind her, to her side, in front of her. they glared at her and it made her want to cry as hard on the outside as she was on the inside.
It was lunchtime, and even though she wasn't hungry she held a tray with a sandwich, milk and a banana. There was no room inside to sit so she moved outside. There were no open spots in the garden so she moved toward the basketball court where Jubilee and her crowd were sitting. She stood up and turned sharply, making it quite clear that Rogue wasn't wanted.
There was a group of kids nearby; they were whispering loudly, she knew it was about her so she moved on.
"Rogue," a voice shouted. "Rogue, over here."
Rogue looked up and was amazed to see someone was calling her, and not just anyone. a guy! He was tall and lean, she had seen him in the halls before, but she had no classes with him. He was waving at her, trying to get her to sit by him under an oak tree. He wore black, baggy jeans and black tang top. His hair was much like Scott's, short but long enough to cover his eyes and it was an amazing dark blue color. He pulled a pair of narrow wrap around shades from his pocket and put it on.
Rogue looked around, everyone was watching her. She looked back at him; he waved again and patted the earth beside him. She shrugged and walked over to him and sat down.
"Hey," he said in a soothing voice.
"Hi," she smiled.
"I'm Adema," he said offering out a gloved hand.
She looked at his gloves and shook his hand.
"Like my gloves?" he smiled.
"I've never seen anything like them."
"I made my first pair when I was thirteen. Then when I got here, Professor Xavier helped me make this pair." He took off a glove and tossed it to her.
It felt like spandex-nylon, and there was rubber printed on the palm along the fingerprints and inside knuckles. The rubber was placed where the palm made the most contact with everyday items.
"What is it for?" Rogue asked handing it back to him.
"Well," he sighed and pulled the glove back on. "I've seen the way everyone is treating you, and I heard about last night." He said looking down at his gloved palms.
Rogue choked back the images of everyone's treatment that morning.
"I think its shit what they are doing to you."
"What?" she looked up at him.
"I mean," he sighed and looked at her. "They pride themselves in being better then humans right? But in actual fact, they are no better then humans."
"I don't understand."
"The way they are treating you, turning their backs to you, talking about you behind your back, all that shit," he looked mad. "That's the same way they treated me."
"Treated you?"
"Yeah," he looked down again. "When I first got here a couple of years ago, everyone was told not to touch me, so instantly rumors flew up that I was a killer, that my mutation was I killed people with my touch," he rubbed his eyes. "So, one group of kids, they dared each other to try to grab my arm one day. So one kid finally rose to the challenge, he ran down the hall and slapped my arm."
"What happened?" Rogue asked when he stopped.
"He. he, uh. he died."
"What?"
"My mutation is what they rumored it to be. When you touch people, you absorb them right?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, when I touch people, they die."
Rogue shivered but didn't move.
"Ever since then, they blamed me for his death, and I ran away. I couldn't stand it, I thought that if I went to Professor's school that I would be accepted for what I was. but I was just as alone as when I started out on the streets."
"Oh,"
"You see, I was born on the streets and abandoned. I grew up in shelters and ran away from the social services people. When I was twelve, I was finally caught by the police and dragged into social services and placed in a foster home. The foster home was horrible, the man had three kids under his care, two girls and me and he would beat us and he would touch the girls. Then one night, he was drunk, he came home around maybe midnight and he started to beat us while we were in bed. He hit Julie first; she was the oldest at fourteen. I'll never forget her screaming as a bat was brought down on her back." he shook his head. "Then he moved on to me and Shelly, I had had enough, I jumped up after he beat me and I punched him in the neck. There was a shock, like static electricity or something. then he was dead."
Rogue watched him intently.
"After that I ran away, I returned to the streets thinking it had to have been something wrong with that guy, that's why he died. but I was fooling myself. I ended up killing four other people before the professor tracked me down and brought me here telling me that I would be accepted for what I was. then I killed that boy, and I've been trying to run away again, but every time I do, either Scott or Jean or Storm come after me and they tell me that I never had it so good here."
Rogue nodded.
"So, anyway, I just wanted to tell you, I know what you are going through, and, you shouldn't let it get to you so much. You did what you did last night to survive,"
"Yes,"
"Don't let them put you down, don't let them make you feel inferior to them, because your not Rogue." He lifted her chin up with his index finger and looked her in the eye. "If anything, you are better then them because you have the power to adopt anyone's power for a short time and use it. You are not bound to a single power alone Rogue; you could have anyone's power. You just need to control it."
"How?"
"With gloves and some really cool clothes." He smiled with a sassy tone.
Rogue chuckled and nodded. "Thanks Adema."
"For what?"
"For picking my spirits up like that."
He smiled and shrugged.
"Ah, look at what the cat dragged it. Two demons, how nice." Jubilee sneered.
"Go away bitch." Adema hissed.
"Language, language Adema." Jubilee and her group smiled evilly. "We were wondering when the wedding would be, two demons such as yourselves deserve only yourselves."
Adema smiled. "Oh you think so too?" he grabbed Rogue's hands into his own. "Thank you, the wedding in on Halloween, you're invited to come, it'll be to die for, I assure you."
Jubilee lifted her nose to him and spat on his face.
Adema snapped. He jumped to a crouching position and spun around lashing his foot out knocking Jubilee and another girl off their feet. One of Jubilee's friend ran off screaming as Adema straddled Jubilee. He pulled off a glove with his teeth and held his hand up as if ready to slap her.
Jubilee wanted to scream, but his other hand was tight around her throat slowly working to cut off her air in a constricting grip.
"Ever since I got here you've done nothing but bitch me out and piss me off!" he shouted, his glove dropped to her chest. "You've shunned me and spread rumors around that were never true! You've shot horrible words out at me; you and your damn posse do nothing but make others around you feel bad! You pride yourself on being better then humans but that's BULL SHIT! YOU'RE NO BETTER THEN THOSE DAMN HUMANS WHO HURT YOU!"
Jubilee was crying and shaking her head.
"Yes!" Adema continued. "You back stabbed me, you did everything to me as those humans did to you. You know what it feels like to be the odd man out! To be avoided, to be shunned, to be mistreated! And yet you boast about being higher then them! You're nothing Jubilee!" he lowered his hand. "And everything you all have done to me, you're doing it again to Rogue, but you see, this isn't about Rogue anymore Jubilee, this is personal, between you and me. You were told to accept all mutants, you swore you always would. and yet you do this. to me. your own flesh and blood."
Rogue starred at him, students who had gathered around all starred at him.
"Do you know what it feels like to be struck down by your own cousin? No?" he sneered. "Here, let me help you." he balled his hand into a fist and brought it down fast. Everything went quiet.
There was a scream and many gasps as his fist connected. but not with Jubilee's jaw, with the ground a mere half-inch from her ear. It hit the ground with a loud thud then he got up and pulled his glove back on.
He glared down at her then moved away, keeping his honor and not spitting on her or kicking her, as his instincts told him to do.
Jubilee pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at herself. she had wetted herself in fear, so did her friend. They looked over at Rogue who was watching Adema walk towards the Professor who was flanked by Jean. Scott came running up and crouched down by Jubilee.
"Why did you do that Adema?" the professor asked a little mad.
"Do you mean why didn't I kill her? I don't know, maybe I should." He said and turned sharply around only to stop suddenly by Rogue who was now standing right in front of him.
"You dropped these." Rogue said holding his shades up to him.
He hadn't even noticed they had come off. He took them and put them back on. "Thank you."
"No," she shook her head. "Thank you." then she wrapped her arms around him quickly but carefully, making sure her skin and his skin didn't connect, in a hug.
A blanket was placed around her and he hugged her back.
Rouge's meeting
They had been ignoring her all day, they whispered loudly as she passed them in the halls and in class. Their eyes bore into her she hung her head low and moved like a drone from point A to point B. During class no one sat near her, no one walked close to her, no one did anything to help her or comfort her, they just avoided her and whispered and giggled and made her feel even worse then she already was.
It was just last night when she had tried to wake Logan up from a nightmare of his, but in his fear of the nightmare he skewered her with his claws. She had touched his face and absorbed his healing power and was able to heal herself, but she had nearly killed Logan. and now people were talking behind her, to her side, in front of her. they glared at her and it made her want to cry as hard on the outside as she was on the inside.
It was lunchtime, and even though she wasn't hungry she held a tray with a sandwich, milk and a banana. There was no room inside to sit so she moved outside. There were no open spots in the garden so she moved toward the basketball court where Jubilee and her crowd were sitting. She stood up and turned sharply, making it quite clear that Rogue wasn't wanted.
There was a group of kids nearby; they were whispering loudly, she knew it was about her so she moved on.
"Rogue," a voice shouted. "Rogue, over here."
Rogue looked up and was amazed to see someone was calling her, and not just anyone. a guy! He was tall and lean, she had seen him in the halls before, but she had no classes with him. He was waving at her, trying to get her to sit by him under an oak tree. He wore black, baggy jeans and black tang top. His hair was much like Scott's, short but long enough to cover his eyes and it was an amazing dark blue color. He pulled a pair of narrow wrap around shades from his pocket and put it on.
Rogue looked around, everyone was watching her. She looked back at him; he waved again and patted the earth beside him. She shrugged and walked over to him and sat down.
"Hey," he said in a soothing voice.
"Hi," she smiled.
"I'm Adema," he said offering out a gloved hand.
She looked at his gloves and shook his hand.
"Like my gloves?" he smiled.
"I've never seen anything like them."
"I made my first pair when I was thirteen. Then when I got here, Professor Xavier helped me make this pair." He took off a glove and tossed it to her.
It felt like spandex-nylon, and there was rubber printed on the palm along the fingerprints and inside knuckles. The rubber was placed where the palm made the most contact with everyday items.
"What is it for?" Rogue asked handing it back to him.
"Well," he sighed and pulled the glove back on. "I've seen the way everyone is treating you, and I heard about last night." He said looking down at his gloved palms.
Rogue choked back the images of everyone's treatment that morning.
"I think its shit what they are doing to you."
"What?" she looked up at him.
"I mean," he sighed and looked at her. "They pride themselves in being better then humans right? But in actual fact, they are no better then humans."
"I don't understand."
"The way they are treating you, turning their backs to you, talking about you behind your back, all that shit," he looked mad. "That's the same way they treated me."
"Treated you?"
"Yeah," he looked down again. "When I first got here a couple of years ago, everyone was told not to touch me, so instantly rumors flew up that I was a killer, that my mutation was I killed people with my touch," he rubbed his eyes. "So, one group of kids, they dared each other to try to grab my arm one day. So one kid finally rose to the challenge, he ran down the hall and slapped my arm."
"What happened?" Rogue asked when he stopped.
"He. he, uh. he died."
"What?"
"My mutation is what they rumored it to be. When you touch people, you absorb them right?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, when I touch people, they die."
Rogue shivered but didn't move.
"Ever since then, they blamed me for his death, and I ran away. I couldn't stand it, I thought that if I went to Professor's school that I would be accepted for what I was. but I was just as alone as when I started out on the streets."
"Oh,"
"You see, I was born on the streets and abandoned. I grew up in shelters and ran away from the social services people. When I was twelve, I was finally caught by the police and dragged into social services and placed in a foster home. The foster home was horrible, the man had three kids under his care, two girls and me and he would beat us and he would touch the girls. Then one night, he was drunk, he came home around maybe midnight and he started to beat us while we were in bed. He hit Julie first; she was the oldest at fourteen. I'll never forget her screaming as a bat was brought down on her back." he shook his head. "Then he moved on to me and Shelly, I had had enough, I jumped up after he beat me and I punched him in the neck. There was a shock, like static electricity or something. then he was dead."
Rogue watched him intently.
"After that I ran away, I returned to the streets thinking it had to have been something wrong with that guy, that's why he died. but I was fooling myself. I ended up killing four other people before the professor tracked me down and brought me here telling me that I would be accepted for what I was. then I killed that boy, and I've been trying to run away again, but every time I do, either Scott or Jean or Storm come after me and they tell me that I never had it so good here."
Rogue nodded.
"So, anyway, I just wanted to tell you, I know what you are going through, and, you shouldn't let it get to you so much. You did what you did last night to survive,"
"Yes,"
"Don't let them put you down, don't let them make you feel inferior to them, because your not Rogue." He lifted her chin up with his index finger and looked her in the eye. "If anything, you are better then them because you have the power to adopt anyone's power for a short time and use it. You are not bound to a single power alone Rogue; you could have anyone's power. You just need to control it."
"How?"
"With gloves and some really cool clothes." He smiled with a sassy tone.
Rogue chuckled and nodded. "Thanks Adema."
"For what?"
"For picking my spirits up like that."
He smiled and shrugged.
"Ah, look at what the cat dragged it. Two demons, how nice." Jubilee sneered.
"Go away bitch." Adema hissed.
"Language, language Adema." Jubilee and her group smiled evilly. "We were wondering when the wedding would be, two demons such as yourselves deserve only yourselves."
Adema smiled. "Oh you think so too?" he grabbed Rogue's hands into his own. "Thank you, the wedding in on Halloween, you're invited to come, it'll be to die for, I assure you."
Jubilee lifted her nose to him and spat on his face.
Adema snapped. He jumped to a crouching position and spun around lashing his foot out knocking Jubilee and another girl off their feet. One of Jubilee's friend ran off screaming as Adema straddled Jubilee. He pulled off a glove with his teeth and held his hand up as if ready to slap her.
Jubilee wanted to scream, but his other hand was tight around her throat slowly working to cut off her air in a constricting grip.
"Ever since I got here you've done nothing but bitch me out and piss me off!" he shouted, his glove dropped to her chest. "You've shunned me and spread rumors around that were never true! You've shot horrible words out at me; you and your damn posse do nothing but make others around you feel bad! You pride yourself on being better then humans but that's BULL SHIT! YOU'RE NO BETTER THEN THOSE DAMN HUMANS WHO HURT YOU!"
Jubilee was crying and shaking her head.
"Yes!" Adema continued. "You back stabbed me, you did everything to me as those humans did to you. You know what it feels like to be the odd man out! To be avoided, to be shunned, to be mistreated! And yet you boast about being higher then them! You're nothing Jubilee!" he lowered his hand. "And everything you all have done to me, you're doing it again to Rogue, but you see, this isn't about Rogue anymore Jubilee, this is personal, between you and me. You were told to accept all mutants, you swore you always would. and yet you do this. to me. your own flesh and blood."
Rogue starred at him, students who had gathered around all starred at him.
"Do you know what it feels like to be struck down by your own cousin? No?" he sneered. "Here, let me help you." he balled his hand into a fist and brought it down fast. Everything went quiet.
There was a scream and many gasps as his fist connected. but not with Jubilee's jaw, with the ground a mere half-inch from her ear. It hit the ground with a loud thud then he got up and pulled his glove back on.
He glared down at her then moved away, keeping his honor and not spitting on her or kicking her, as his instincts told him to do.
Jubilee pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at herself. she had wetted herself in fear, so did her friend. They looked over at Rogue who was watching Adema walk towards the Professor who was flanked by Jean. Scott came running up and crouched down by Jubilee.
"Why did you do that Adema?" the professor asked a little mad.
"Do you mean why didn't I kill her? I don't know, maybe I should." He said and turned sharply around only to stop suddenly by Rogue who was now standing right in front of him.
"You dropped these." Rogue said holding his shades up to him.
He hadn't even noticed they had come off. He took them and put them back on. "Thank you."
"No," she shook her head. "Thank you." then she wrapped her arms around him quickly but carefully, making sure her skin and his skin didn't connect, in a hug.
A blanket was placed around her and he hugged her back.
