The Empath and The Rouge part 1
I do not own x-men evolution or any marvel or d.c. charecters i may use here. I invented an oc to pair with rougue. I want to make this a longer fic, and the whole girl staying with a boy in a dorm room thing is explained, but there not in the begining. ths takes place immeditately after mansion is destroyed by mystiqe, and i appoligize in advance for my typos and grammar errors, i have 2 broken fingers splinted to get her in my left hand and it takes a long time to type and it comes out all wrong, but bear with me please this is my first thing with the xmen. The only char that belongs to me is the oc that is coupled with rouge. His name is ghost, you will see why as more is revealed about his charecter, i know he does alot but he is realy a sad charecter who had an extremely sad life, if you could imagine a person who was screwed again and again in life, this guy would be him, he is an orriginal charecter, mine, all mine...... you can't touch him! unless of course you really want to, then its ok but keep it above the waist. But again, This is an extremely powerful mutant, so just go with it.
Chapter 1.
It still smelled like smoke at the Xaviers school mansion. The building had burned almost two weeks beforte but if you prodded the rubble a little, you could still find hot coals in the ground. The teenage mutants had long given up on finding personal affects that might have survived, all had lost something dear to them, Scott had lost the only picture he had left of his parents, Kurt, though he no longer performed had lost his old circus uniform, and the rags that his adopted parents had found him curled inside. Kurt had always kept them with him. All had lost soemthing, exspecially Rouge. She couldn't remember a place where she felt safe, and had a pretty good idea where her future was heading otehr than the institute. Her one and only security ever had been ripped out from under her. She had taken to sleeping more, and staying under the raydar of the other teenagers, She was doing pretty good, it had been almost 3 days since anyone had taken notice of her, and she was thankful of the solitude.
He was alone, he always had been, society didn't even know he existed. He knew not of his parents, or of anyone who ever cared. He could not remember anyone ever taking care of him, he was fairly certain he was about 16 though. The furthest back he could remember was about the time he learned to take care of himself. Early on he had had to have msuic at all times, he had had the same walkman forever, always blaring music into his skull to drown out the thoughts of those around him, and to keep him from thinking too much. He had learned a long time ago that he was a mutant, and a special one. On a few occasions he would use his powers to get new batteries, or a new tap to keep his mind busy, because not only could he hear thoughts but the emotions of others around him seemed to be violently imitated in his own mind, and his own thoughts seemed to be heard by those around him, unless he kept his mind numb with painfully loud music. Not that it seemed to matter much to him, but things happened when he touched people, if the connection he got through the air that caused him to share emotions of others, perhaps five times more powerfully than they felt it themselves, it was even worse if they touched him. Physical contact also seemed to sap other people of energy. As far as he was concerned as long as he had batteries and music than he was ok. Being homeless wasn't too large of a problem. He had lived under bridges, hopped railroad cars, and never had many rules to follow, as long as he had his music it was ok, but when his batteries ran out in the night, or if something happened to his walkman his mind became a chorus of everyones thoughts around him. Anyone within his line of sight beamed there thoughts and feelings into his head, and his went straight to theres, most people just thought it was someone who was shouting loudly but every now and then some would stop and just stare at him, too scared to even speak, because they could hear his thoughts and they understood what he was. This never ended well, more often than not he would enter a state of blind panic, and often end up injured from running in front of a car, or other things would happen, blindly running into things, and just plain old tripping from the terror that he felt from everyone around him.
Well that does it for this chapter, its short but it was more to get everything out of the way so i don't have to explain so much later, the rest of the chapters will be much better, and switch to the present instead of explaining the past, it took me 3 days to do this from start to finish and my fingers feel better now, but there still hurting, and just to clear it up further this will become a lemon later on, and Ghost has NO mental retardation, he simply has social problems, never having had friends or people to talk to. He actually borders on sub-genius and is rather well spoken. In th next chapter the X-men charecters and he will meet. just read and review.
I do not own x-men evolution or any marvel or d.c. charecters i may use here. I invented an oc to pair with rougue. I want to make this a longer fic, and the whole girl staying with a boy in a dorm room thing is explained, but there not in the begining. ths takes place immeditately after mansion is destroyed by mystiqe, and i appoligize in advance for my typos and grammar errors, i have 2 broken fingers splinted to get her in my left hand and it takes a long time to type and it comes out all wrong, but bear with me please this is my first thing with the xmen. The only char that belongs to me is the oc that is coupled with rouge. His name is ghost, you will see why as more is revealed about his charecter, i know he does alot but he is realy a sad charecter who had an extremely sad life, if you could imagine a person who was screwed again and again in life, this guy would be him, he is an orriginal charecter, mine, all mine...... you can't touch him! unless of course you really want to, then its ok but keep it above the waist. But again, This is an extremely powerful mutant, so just go with it.
Chapter 1.
It still smelled like smoke at the Xaviers school mansion. The building had burned almost two weeks beforte but if you prodded the rubble a little, you could still find hot coals in the ground. The teenage mutants had long given up on finding personal affects that might have survived, all had lost something dear to them, Scott had lost the only picture he had left of his parents, Kurt, though he no longer performed had lost his old circus uniform, and the rags that his adopted parents had found him curled inside. Kurt had always kept them with him. All had lost soemthing, exspecially Rouge. She couldn't remember a place where she felt safe, and had a pretty good idea where her future was heading otehr than the institute. Her one and only security ever had been ripped out from under her. She had taken to sleeping more, and staying under the raydar of the other teenagers, She was doing pretty good, it had been almost 3 days since anyone had taken notice of her, and she was thankful of the solitude.
He was alone, he always had been, society didn't even know he existed. He knew not of his parents, or of anyone who ever cared. He could not remember anyone ever taking care of him, he was fairly certain he was about 16 though. The furthest back he could remember was about the time he learned to take care of himself. Early on he had had to have msuic at all times, he had had the same walkman forever, always blaring music into his skull to drown out the thoughts of those around him, and to keep him from thinking too much. He had learned a long time ago that he was a mutant, and a special one. On a few occasions he would use his powers to get new batteries, or a new tap to keep his mind busy, because not only could he hear thoughts but the emotions of others around him seemed to be violently imitated in his own mind, and his own thoughts seemed to be heard by those around him, unless he kept his mind numb with painfully loud music. Not that it seemed to matter much to him, but things happened when he touched people, if the connection he got through the air that caused him to share emotions of others, perhaps five times more powerfully than they felt it themselves, it was even worse if they touched him. Physical contact also seemed to sap other people of energy. As far as he was concerned as long as he had batteries and music than he was ok. Being homeless wasn't too large of a problem. He had lived under bridges, hopped railroad cars, and never had many rules to follow, as long as he had his music it was ok, but when his batteries ran out in the night, or if something happened to his walkman his mind became a chorus of everyones thoughts around him. Anyone within his line of sight beamed there thoughts and feelings into his head, and his went straight to theres, most people just thought it was someone who was shouting loudly but every now and then some would stop and just stare at him, too scared to even speak, because they could hear his thoughts and they understood what he was. This never ended well, more often than not he would enter a state of blind panic, and often end up injured from running in front of a car, or other things would happen, blindly running into things, and just plain old tripping from the terror that he felt from everyone around him.
Well that does it for this chapter, its short but it was more to get everything out of the way so i don't have to explain so much later, the rest of the chapters will be much better, and switch to the present instead of explaining the past, it took me 3 days to do this from start to finish and my fingers feel better now, but there still hurting, and just to clear it up further this will become a lemon later on, and Ghost has NO mental retardation, he simply has social problems, never having had friends or people to talk to. He actually borders on sub-genius and is rather well spoken. In th next chapter the X-men charecters and he will meet. just read and review.