Rogue's Journey

AN/ Gee wiz another story written by moi! I thought of this idea, and I know it is not totally original, but it is my take on what would happen if Rogue wasn't rescued by the X-Men. What if she turned to Magneto for help in controlling her powers? How would the X-Men react to their new threat? The real question is would Rogue end up on the side of good if she didn't start there?

Disclaimer: I do not own The X-Men. Those rights go to the men at Marvel Comics. Please don't sue me! Please!

PS: The first part is kind of like the book! I didn't want to reinvent about her past other than what was in the movie world but I am not plagiarizing!

Chapter One

Delusion Displaced

            Marie D'Ancanto rested her head against the truck's cold window. She watched the snow covered trees fly past as they headed down the Canadian highways. Absently she played with her gloves, trying to forget about why she was on the road. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes, trying to burn the images imprinted in her brain from David. Yes David, her first boyfriend, the fist boy in her room, and the first boy she kissed. She laughed bitterly and silently as the slight lingering of his persona faded back into her conscience. The boy how had fell into a 3 week long coma just because he touched her lips. At first no one suspected that she was the cause of David's condition. No, they hypothesized that he had a mysterious disease or something like that. No doctor, no nurse, not even her parents knew about the thoughts lingering in her brain. The thoughts that she knew that were not her own. But with all the speculation, Marie had convinced herself that maybe she wasn't the cause of his illness, maybe she was trying to blame herself with out just cause.

            She laughed sadly again. But that blissful state of delusion did not last long. At the next school dance she kissed Corey. Corey didn't get hurt at first, but then her mind opened and his thoughts poured into her brain. She barely was able to let go of him because the pleasure of the power surged into her body. Then he fell like David did, shuttering with his eyes open. People didn't doubt the cause anymore. Marie heard the whispers of her classmates, of her neighbors, and of her own parents. Mutant. Conversations stopped when she entered the room, but she pretended not to care even when her heart was breaking. She didn't decide to run away until a group of David's friend accused her out right. To prove them wrong she touched one of the boys, and he dropped like a brick. That night she packed up a bag, covered every inch of her skin to protect people from her deadly touch, and then left her parents a note.

            A tear crept down her check. She knew she smelled but that didn't prevent people from picking her up. She was taking her trip, no her adventure, earlier than planned. She was going to get as far away from the people that ridiculed her, and then plan the next stage of her life.

            She was brought back to reality when the door on her side of the truck opened. The pudgy driver stood in front of her. "This is it." She didn't notice the truck stopping or him leaving the cab.

            Marie reached back and grabbed the duffle bag beside her. Hopping off her seat, she surveyed the area. The few buildings in the area looked run down and rough. This couldn't be Laughlin City. They must have taken a rest stop. "Where are we?" Her voice was sore. "I thought you said you were going take me as far as Laughlin City?"

            His gruff voice answered, "This is Laughlin City." He turned away before she could ask another question.

            She looked at the snow covered ground in despair. She thought once she got into town she would be find a job, and earn some money. But this place looked as unfriendly as any town that depended on the trucking industry. Her boots crunched in the snow as she walked toward the closest building. The sign proclaimed it as the Lion's Den. Maybe if she was lucky the place needed a waitress or something. Worst thing that could happen is she starts hitchhiking again.

            Marie pushed through the old worn door and walked into the bar. She shuddered at the shouts that filled the air. Shuffling through the crowd, Marie noticed the big cage situated in the middle of the room. The announcer urged someone to join the match, but she stopped paying attention to him. Against the bars, a shirtless man smoked a cigar. His chest was massive, and Marie felt her throat go dry in attraction. Before she could move closer, she felt some one staring at her. She turned her head and met the gaze of an older woman. Her blue eyes burned into Marie's green, and she felt herself pulled toward her.

            She placed her duffle bag on the ground, and took a seat on a stool. The bartender wandered over to her fairly quickly. "What can I get you, honey?"

            Marie licked her dry lips. "A water please." She didn't dare ask about a job yet. Better wait and see how this joint was before asking. She slyly glanced at the woman sitting near her. A cigarette graced the woman's dark red lips. Lines creased her face and her blond hair tufted around her ears. The woman smiled at Marie's attention but took on last draw of her cigarette before she said anything.

            "Aren't from around these parts, kid?"

            Marie bit her lip trying to ignore the fact that she was a run away. No one would find her if she talked to this woman. "No, I am not."

            The woman began tapping her bright red nail against the scared wood. "From the south, I guess. Boy, I have been down there once or twice. I personally love Mississippi. It has something about it."

            "Mississippi?" Her throat became dryer.

            The woman's smile widened. "Yes, Mississippi. Nice place, something about the area." She inhaled again before saying. "Ever been there?"

            Marie became weary. Could the police have tracked her and are waiting to take back home? Or was she just paranoid? "Yeah, it's ok." She shrugged her shoulders. The bartender placed down her glass of water, but she lacked the energy to take a drink. Maybe if she didn't respond she could be left alone from the woman.

            She slowly reached for the glass as her eyes wondered the room. The room was beginning to clear out because the fight was apparently over. The man had obviously left, and Marie felt slightly sad. She glanced over to the TV and briefly listened to the telecast about United Nation's Summit on Ellis Island. Marie thought about her trip to NYC 5 months before. She never made it to the harbor but just being in the streets of the New York had been amazing. For a bit, she felt lost and anonymous. And that feeling didn't make her feel bad. It made her feel normal.

            "Have you ever met a mutant before?"

            Marie turned back to the woman. She had moved to the seat next to her and leaned in and whispered.

            "No…" She stuttered. Maybe this woman was with the cops…or maybe she knew who she was and was planning on killing her…, "I haven't met a mutant."

            The woman let out a small snort. "Some people don't like mutants. Don't trust them. Want them dead."

            Marie shuddered; the woman's breath caressed her cheek. "But I know a man. A man who is wise. He believes in mutants. He says they are the future." The voice changed slightly but was so silent Marie knew that the words were just for her. "Are you the future?"

            "What do you mean?"

            The woman smiled. "I am sorry; I meant to ask are you like me?" The woman's pasty skin turned blue, her blond hair turned red, her red lips blue. Her figure turned athletic and shapely. Slowly her eyes turned yellow as her clothing faded away. "Are you a mutant, Marie?" Her voice echoed now.

            The few people in the bar area started to scream because of the change. The bartender grabbed his rifle from behind the counter and pointed it at the blue figure. "Get out of my bar, freak!" He yelled.

            The woman's attention never left Marie's face. "These people will never accept you. They will never understand you." She paused. "They will kill you." 

            Green eyes met yellow. "Come with me and live…stay and die."

            Something inside her made her trust this woman. Marie had never met another mutant before. Maybe she could help her. She reached down for her bag. The bartender's hand was shaking as he pointed at the pair of them. "Get out NOW!"

            The woman shook her head and before the bartender knew what hit him, he flew into to the plaster wall. Without a word she motioned Marie to follow her out of the bar. The people around them cringed in fear, unable to understand what they saw. They walked out into the parking lot and around to the back of the building. The dark-skinned woman slipped into the helicopter and waited for Marie to enter.

            She climbed up the metal steps, trying to fight the fear clawing her throat. She slipped on a patch of ice that formed on top step. Before she could fall, the dark blue hand wrapped around her gloved hand and pulled her inside. The woman motioned the pilot to start the craft. They soared into the air with the sound of the blades spinning. Marie huddled in a seat by the window as she watched the truck she came in become smaller. She felt the world as she knew it was changed forever.

Marie looked over to the woman who took a seat next to the pilot. She turned back and glanced at the frightened girl. "Welcome to the Brotherhood. You won't be alone again."

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