Disclaimer: for everyone who still doesn't believe it: I DO NOT own any of
this except the plot, Marianne and Devon. Also: I make no profits of this,
someone has to be really sick to actually pay me for this. This is merely
the product of a bored mind and PLEASE do NOT sue me, I don't have a penny,
and that's the truth.
Just a Girl – Slip of control
Marianne felt like burying her head somewhere very far away from noise and light. She had just had a terrible night of nightmares and no sleep. Her screaming had scared the living daylights out of Devon. Later, he had asked her what it was about, but she couldn't remember it. He had given her the famous: 'I'm not letting you go to school tomorrow' look, and she had retaliated with 'who are you going to bring along for that?' look. But right about now, she was feeling like she should have agreed with him. She walked into the full cafetaria, wincing at the noise and as she tried to find a seat, she noticed Kurt and Kitty, for a minute she wondered if she could get a seat there, but there were others there, and she didn't want to intrude.
"Marianne! Like over here!" Kitty had other plans, and stood up to drag Marianne to her table.
"I don't wish to intrude, I'll go find a seat somewhere else," Marianne tried to object.
"Like, totally nonsense! Come sit with us. Okay, this is like, Rogue, Ray, Sam, Bobby, Amara and Robert. Guys, this is Marianne," Kitty pulled her down right next to her own place.
"Marianne, you don't look zo good, you okay?" Kurt asked her, noticing her pale face.
"Just tired, Kurt, had a rough night," Marianne picked at her food, she didn't feel much like eating today. As the others chattered around her, she felt her mind slip away to a year back, and earlier. Memories of her mother flooded back and she softly smiled, suddenly, startled screams brought her back to reality. She looked up and gasped in shock: "Mom?!"
In the middle of the cafetaria, a transparent woman floated. Her hair came over her shoulders, she was completely colourless, her eyes were lifeless.
"That's yer mom? Ah thought Ah had a weird one," Rogue looked wide eyed at the phantom that had sent more then half of the cafetaria running.
"My mom's dead," an almost soundless whisper escaped from Marianne's lips.
"Then what is that?" Sam glanced at the phantom, then back at the pale girl, and at the phantom again.
"Illusion, I can't... I can't shut it of," Marianne was near tears as the phantom came closer towards her. She took a wobbly step backwards.
"Illusion? You're a mutant?" Bobby looked at the older girl in surprise.
"Make it go away, please," the image of the woman began to bleed in the same, transparent colour as she was. Rogue sighed and did the one thing that made the most sense to her: she took of her gloves and tapped the panicking girl softly. Long enough for her to lose conciousness, and as she fainted, the illusion disappeared.
"Rogue! Like, why did you do that for?!" Kitty gasped in shock.
"Aw, shut your hole and help meh get 'r in the truck. She needs help controlin' this, an' Ah don' think anothah episode of this would go too well with the school," Rogue motioned to the empty cafetaria.
"Like, what did you get from her?" Kitty asked, while helping Rogue get the dead fainted girl to her car. Since Jean an Scott attended the comunity college nearby, Rogue was now mostly in charge of getting the students to school, at least, the ones who wanted to go by car.
"Kurt, if anyone asks, we're takin' Marianne here home 'cause she ain't feelin' too well," Rogue ordered the German boy, "and if ya happen ta see her brother, tell 'm she's at the mansion an' take 'm with ya." She started the car, while Kitty sat in the back, making sure that Marianne was all right.
"Like, Rogue, what's she like?" Kitty asked after a silence.
"Nahce, it's good ta have happy memories inside fer a change. She's lucky. She had a brother an' father who love 'r to death, they don' care 'bout 'r powers. Also lot of anger t'wards tha world an' God an' all. Her mom died in a car crash a year back, she's angry 'bout that. Her powers showed themselves half a year ago, she's angry 'bout that too," Rogue replied absent mindedly, while trying to keep focus on the road and the surprise of the unusual lack of assault at her mind.
Just a Girl – Slip of control
Marianne felt like burying her head somewhere very far away from noise and light. She had just had a terrible night of nightmares and no sleep. Her screaming had scared the living daylights out of Devon. Later, he had asked her what it was about, but she couldn't remember it. He had given her the famous: 'I'm not letting you go to school tomorrow' look, and she had retaliated with 'who are you going to bring along for that?' look. But right about now, she was feeling like she should have agreed with him. She walked into the full cafetaria, wincing at the noise and as she tried to find a seat, she noticed Kurt and Kitty, for a minute she wondered if she could get a seat there, but there were others there, and she didn't want to intrude.
"Marianne! Like over here!" Kitty had other plans, and stood up to drag Marianne to her table.
"I don't wish to intrude, I'll go find a seat somewhere else," Marianne tried to object.
"Like, totally nonsense! Come sit with us. Okay, this is like, Rogue, Ray, Sam, Bobby, Amara and Robert. Guys, this is Marianne," Kitty pulled her down right next to her own place.
"Marianne, you don't look zo good, you okay?" Kurt asked her, noticing her pale face.
"Just tired, Kurt, had a rough night," Marianne picked at her food, she didn't feel much like eating today. As the others chattered around her, she felt her mind slip away to a year back, and earlier. Memories of her mother flooded back and she softly smiled, suddenly, startled screams brought her back to reality. She looked up and gasped in shock: "Mom?!"
In the middle of the cafetaria, a transparent woman floated. Her hair came over her shoulders, she was completely colourless, her eyes were lifeless.
"That's yer mom? Ah thought Ah had a weird one," Rogue looked wide eyed at the phantom that had sent more then half of the cafetaria running.
"My mom's dead," an almost soundless whisper escaped from Marianne's lips.
"Then what is that?" Sam glanced at the phantom, then back at the pale girl, and at the phantom again.
"Illusion, I can't... I can't shut it of," Marianne was near tears as the phantom came closer towards her. She took a wobbly step backwards.
"Illusion? You're a mutant?" Bobby looked at the older girl in surprise.
"Make it go away, please," the image of the woman began to bleed in the same, transparent colour as she was. Rogue sighed and did the one thing that made the most sense to her: she took of her gloves and tapped the panicking girl softly. Long enough for her to lose conciousness, and as she fainted, the illusion disappeared.
"Rogue! Like, why did you do that for?!" Kitty gasped in shock.
"Aw, shut your hole and help meh get 'r in the truck. She needs help controlin' this, an' Ah don' think anothah episode of this would go too well with the school," Rogue motioned to the empty cafetaria.
"Like, what did you get from her?" Kitty asked, while helping Rogue get the dead fainted girl to her car. Since Jean an Scott attended the comunity college nearby, Rogue was now mostly in charge of getting the students to school, at least, the ones who wanted to go by car.
"Kurt, if anyone asks, we're takin' Marianne here home 'cause she ain't feelin' too well," Rogue ordered the German boy, "and if ya happen ta see her brother, tell 'm she's at the mansion an' take 'm with ya." She started the car, while Kitty sat in the back, making sure that Marianne was all right.
"Like, Rogue, what's she like?" Kitty asked after a silence.
"Nahce, it's good ta have happy memories inside fer a change. She's lucky. She had a brother an' father who love 'r to death, they don' care 'bout 'r powers. Also lot of anger t'wards tha world an' God an' all. Her mom died in a car crash a year back, she's angry 'bout that. Her powers showed themselves half a year ago, she's angry 'bout that too," Rogue replied absent mindedly, while trying to keep focus on the road and the surprise of the unusual lack of assault at her mind.