Title: The Untouchables
Story Authors: 1LiLRoGuE (kate) and Patch5129 (eli)
Chapter: 1- introduction
Chapter Author: 1LiLRoGuE // k8
Summary: In this chapter, I will lay out the foundation of the story by introducing
Rogue, Wolverine, the other x-men, and the relationships in their universe.
Next chapter will introduce the mission.
Song: Unsonged as of yet (will song in the future)
Dedications: I dedicate this chapter to my mate ;-O
Disclaimers: Mwahaha. I am back, in black! Err...make that...*looks at shirt* puke
pink? ewwwwwww! *warps shirt to baby tee with the words Aowner of
the uncanny, ultimate AND evolution X-men!@* Mmm much better.
And look! *waves title deeds to eli in the air* haha! Look marvel! I=ve
got it all! *notices a lawyer sneaking up out of the corner of my eye, and
watches as he raises his suitcase over my head* ummm yea so maybe
that ain=t such a great idea. Marvel can have everything but my bf. hehe!
- toodles ^-^ *grabs eli and runs*
+ + + Chapter One + + +
The piercing sound of running footsteps was broken only by heavy breathing, and a slight swish, in the mid morning silence. Not a bird whispered, not a twig stirred of its own accord. Even the wind was silent, holding its breath until whatever intruder treading on its ground had passed.
Pant. Swish. Thump. Pant. Swish. Thump.
Puffs of deceiving smoke—which was actually fog—preceded the jogging figure as her warmer breath mingled with the unyielding coolness of the morning. Dirt and dead leaves rose in a ruckus beneath her sneaker-shod feet. The air whooshed out of her lungs in a refreshing rhythm, clearing away the dryness of sleep from her eyes.
Nothing like a good jog to wake you up.
Or a good jolt.
Something solid obstructed her path. She bounced into it--glancing her shoulder hard on its middle—and slid right into a mire of mulch on the bottom of the forest floor.
Rogue spat out leaves and blinked away mud. Why was she down here? The fall had happened so fast that she hadn't had time to react. She tilted her face upwards, her pretty features falling and completely blanching of color as they recognized the being that towered over her.
Wolverine.
"Oh---ah---ah'm sorry, Mistah Logan," she stammered, fearful for her life. She'd seen what those claws could do. And she knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill her if he felt like it. Somehow, around him, she always seemed to forget that she was the girl with the untouchable skin. The one that everyone always crowded to get away from. So she cowered at his feet.
Logan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, brushing past her as he continued his travel along the dirt-packed trail. Leaving Rogue to scramble quickly to her knees and begin to wipe the mud from her eyes. She stood there for a while, huffing and puffing and watching his retreating back out of sight.
Was it just her imagination, or had a flicker of hurt crossed touched his eyes?
Rogue shrugged, accepting the fact that she'd never know, and continued her morning jog along the trail up to the big brick mansion at the top of the hill, where a warm shower and breakfast awaited her.