Rogue's Journey
AN. I know it has been awhile since I updated, but please forgive me! LOL! Whoever ends up reading this, please review! You know you want to! I explain my tardiness because of an ever busy senior year. Keep on reviewing, and I promise to keep writing.
Bry
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Chapter 6
Nothing Gets Passed
"Are you ok?" The white haired woman sat next to Rogue on the jet bench. She handed her a mug.
Rogue took a little sniff before sipping the warm liquid. She needed something to calm her frazzled nerves. Looking over at the man lying in the center of the cargo area, she said softly, "Is he going to be ok?"
The white haired woman followed her gaze. "I assume so. Who is he? What exactly happened?"
It didn't take much of Rogue's acting ability to summon up some tears. Almost being blown up does that to a girl. "His name is Logan. I met him in this bar. Well... you see," she paused to catch her breath, "I have been hitchhiking, and he allowed me to go with him, and then that thing… that man came out… and he attacked. And before I knew it Logan was down, and it was getting so hot…" Tears began falling down her cheeks.
The woman leaned down and gave Rogue a hug. Rogue smiled behind her back. She believed her.
The woman pulled back. "What's your name?"
"Rogue."
The woman didn't
question her. "Well, my name is Ororo Munroe, and I am going to make sure you
are going to be safe. You are a runaway?"
Rogue pretended to look
nervous. Magneto prepared her for that question. "Umm… yeah, but please don't call
the cops. I can't go back home, they will hurt me there!" She added some more
tears for the effect.
"Rogue, are you a mutant?" Ororo said softly. She made a gesture to the front of the cockpit.
"I am…I mean… I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but when I touch them…"
Ororo nodded understandingly. "We, Scott" she pointed to the weird glasses guy, "and I, are teachers at a school that protects mutants, and help them with their powers. We can help you."
"You can?" She spoke softly.
"Yes, we can."
Rogue smiled at her. "I can't wait."
Rogue's first impression of the mansion was wow. Just that simple. Ororo led her out of the jet when they landed into the under belly of the mansion. A woman with red hair, with the help of Scott, took Logan away, supposedly to help him. Ororo took her onto an elevator, and they streaked up to the actual school. Rogue made a mental note to where this elevator was, and burned the code inside her mind as she watched Ororo's brown fingers fly across the panel. First step accomplished.
Ororo kept the small talk going, talking about the classes they offered, and about the man that ran the school, Charles Xavier. Magneto had already told her what to expect of the professor: that he was a highly powerful telepath, and might ask her if he could read her mind. Magneto coached her to agree hesitantly, because he had a hypothesis that all the voices inside her head would cause a static, and even Xavier would not be able to see her real attentions for being at the school.
When they reached his office, a class was in session, but Ororo still entered anyway dragging Rogue behind her.
"… then what would the value of Omega be at this point?" a crisp accented voice asked.
The old Victorian room was out fitted with a plush rug and a huge bay window. A bald headed man sat behind the high desk, with a fleet of students sitting in front of him. Some of the teenagers looked bored, while others had their hands held up fast, trying to get him to call on them. Dorks, Rogue laughed inside her mind, but made sure to keep her face calm and unresponsive on the outside.
"Storm." The bald headed man stated. His bright blue eyes pierced at her. "Who do we have here?"
All the students turned and looked at her, and Rogue felt her confidence waver. Ororo looked down at her to answer.
"Rogue." Her voice squeaked, and she heard some of her classmates snicker. Her blood began to boil, and she had to resist the urge to attack.
Xavier must have noticed her discomfort because he dismissed the class with a stern voice. The kids walked by her, some obviously mutants, others not so much. Every one of them stared at her with a mixture of amusement, and curiosity.
Ororo approached the desk, and started replaying the events to Xavier. He barely looked at the woman though; his blue eyes stared at her. Their power clashed against her defiance.
"So Rogue, I assume you would like to give our school a chance?" Xavier inquired after Ororo finished her spiel.
No, I just came along for the ride baldy. She muttered in her head, but on the outside she gave him what she thought to be a weak smile. "I haven't really thought about it, but I would appreciate the shot. Having three meals a day and a hot shower would just be heavenly. But I really can't pay." She held her breath, hoping he would buy her act.
All he saw was her innocence. "Don't worry. I have my ways." He finally looked at Ororo, "Please find Rogue somewhere to stay. I think we should make her comfortable since she has been through so much. And get one of the body skins from down bellow that you were under you suits." Ororo raised an eyebrow. "I think Rogue will appreciate the light material, without the constraints of so much clothing."
Rogue didn't have to fake her surprise. "How did you know about my power?"
Xavier smiled. "There isn't much that gets past me."
Rogue just stared. She was done for.
AN. OK, not to long, not too short! Please review! The more reviews I get, the more often I update! And since I am on my senior slide, I can update more often!
Bry
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