Rogue's Journey
AN. 30 reviews! Happy dance! That is great for only 2 chapters! Yeah! Please keep on reading and I will keep on writing!
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Bry
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Warning, this contains not so happy themes! Nothing graphic but suggestive.
Chapter 3
Proving Oneself
Rogue gasped as she raised her head from the cheap sink. Her face dripped with cold water and her dark brown hair was soaked. She rubbed her eyes wearily before she reached down into the makeup case. She applied blood red lipstick to her lips, and over applied green eye shadow onto her lids and brows. The reflection in the mirror portrayed an easy looking woman. Perfect. She walked out of the cheap motel bathroom and into the bedroom. With grace that looked out of place for a 17 year old, she shrugged on her long worn green coat, but made a point to forget to put on her ever present gloves.
She walked out of the seedy motel with a confidant stride. The breeze caused her to pull her coat closer to her body, covering her mini skirt. Her heeled boats echoed off the broken concrete as Rogue walked into the center of the nation's capitol. Washington D.C. was cool in the fall. Not that Rogue would know the difference. This was a one time deal.
She walked across the busy streets, and even down Pennsylvania Ave. She gave the White house a side glance. It was the Capitol building that caused her blood to boil. Inside the Senate at the moment was having heated debates about mutants. Something those simple minded men could never understand.
Her hair whipped dry in the wind as she walked down the mall. She glanced down at her watch, and in her mind she calculated how long she had until her prey came. She stood on the sidewalk, still, the Washington Monument behind her. Glancing at all the cars, she knew he would come. He had to come.
Minutes ticked by, and the traffic crawled by. And then it came. The unmarked characteristic government car pulled to the side, the US Government plates shining in the sun light. The tinted window rolled down revealing a white brown haired man wearing sunglasses to hide his eyes. "Are you Michelle's friend?" His young voice was almost muffled by the oncoming traffic.
But Rogue knew what was coming. She smiled a flirtatious smile as she strutted towards the car. "Only if there is a Mr. Franklin in your pocketbook." She emphasized her southern drawl; shaking her mane of hair she placed her hands on the car door.
Henry Guyrich smiled brightly. Being the aide to Senator Kelly meant his social calendar was full of hopeful interns and socialites, but there was something about prostitution the young man found hard to resist. He was used to these exchanges with the ladies, and after enough banter was exchanged, he motioned the girl into his car. With her long dark hair and long legs, she certainly was a looker. And that smile sent his heart knocking. There was something picking up one of the girls so close to his place of work that sent a little thrill down his spine. If the press caught wind of this, his career in Washington would be over.
After her door closed, Guyrich pulled the car from the curb and entered it into traffic. He maneuvered the car with relatively ease around Dupont Circle, out to a suburban section of DC. As he drove, he watched the Southern Belle give him a tantalizing show as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her smile brightened when he pulled over into a deserted block. Before he turned off the transmission she hurled herself across the seat and straddled him. He went to kiss her on the lips, but she shook her head, her hair floating side to side. "No kissing, Mister. I'll be the one to touch."
He just smiled and leaned his head back against the headrest, enjoying her sweet smell. She opened his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his stark white shirt. With ease she managed not to touch him with her bare hands. Finally his shirt was free and she sent him a bright smile, "You are going to have the shock of your life!"
"Oh, yeah." Guyrich was anticipating the best. She placed her bare hand against his stomach and within seconds blue veins covered his body as she began sucking the life out of him. His body jolted in agony as Rogue reeled in joy. She concentrated on his energy and ignored his persona slipping inside her mind. His memories twined with hers, but she didn't care. It was worth the cause. Instead of letting go like she did to David, she smiled as quickly Henry Guyrich left the world.
Energized Rogue managed to push his body into the passenger seat, as she got fully behind the wheel. She started the engine as she noticed Guyrich's shades. She snatched them up and put them on as a trophy. She eased her way onto the back streets as she headed towards the highway to get to Virginia. With the talents she absorbed from the man, she instantly new the quickest way to her pickup spot.
The radio blasted with hard rock, and Rogue tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She ignored the voice of the man she just killed rattling inside her head. She thought it would bother her more when she made her first killed. She was pleasantly surprised that it didn't bother her. Magneto was right. It wasn't wrong, it was necessary.
Rogue pulled up behind the SUV in the empty parking lot behind the abandoned Dunkin Donuts. She waited a minute before exiting the car, and walked over to passenger side of the black car. Almost simultaneously the car door on the SUV opened and the identical twin to Rogue stepped out. The one by the car took out Guyrich's dead body and displayed it to the other. The other Rogue nodded towards her counterpart and examined the man. Within seconds Rogue's shape transformed into Henry Guyrich. But in Mystique's echoing voice came the question. "What do I need to know?"
Before taking Guyrich out, they did their research on the man; the second hand man of Senator Kelly. Once they took care of him and set Mystique in his place, Magneto's plan was coming closer from happening. But there was some secrets Mystique's hacking couldn't even find. But Rogue's imprinting did. Quickly Rogue relayed her information and took out the tape recorder from her green jacket and played Henry Guyrich's last words so Mystique could copy his voice.
Before the new Guyrich went off to the Capitol, the new he helped Rogue carry his double into the back seat of the SUV. "You know what to do, kid?"
Rogue rolled her eyes behind the sunglasses, "Yeah, go to the next check point and have Sabertooth dispose of the body. If for some reason I am pulled over, suck the cop dry. I did get the brief, Mystique."
Guyrich's clone smiled. "Get out of this right, and I know you will be ready to help with the next stage of preparation."
Rogue watched him/her walk away before she sat behind the wheel of the SUV. She reached into her pocket and pulled on her gloves. Adjusting the rearview mirror, Rogue watched Mystique pull away. Rogue was ready for anything.
AN/ No more frightened Rogue! Review and tell me what you think! Come on! You know you want to! Henry Guyrich is the name of the guy Mystique copied in the movie! Hehe! The more reviews the faster I write!
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