A Southern Gal's Dream

By Rogue Mystique

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Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men; Stan Lee does… lucky little…anyways! On with dey story non?

    Rogue by name, rogue by nature. She was the not so innocent victim of her mutation, the ability to absorb another person's memories and abilities, not to mention their personality. She was a mutant, and a damn good one at that. Her power was a curse as well as a gift though, every living creature she touched with her bare hands was imprinted in her mind, some for days others for life. This meant her mutation denied her the one thing that she longed, moaned, dreamed and lusted for, simple human skin-to-skin contact.

Chapter One

    She sat in her room and cried silently to herself. She was alone and young, only seventeen. She knew nothing of her name so she simply called herself Rogue. Her room consisted of a run down bed in breakfast hotel room in the dodgy part of Manhattan. It was all she had and could afford though, she had ran away from home four years ago when her father had turned his back on her because of her mutation. Since then she had taken any job and any shelter.

    Rogue shifted her position slightly and wiped away her tears, her dreams had yet again been twisted into ungodly nightmares by visions of her past skin contacts that screamed at her, taunted her for stealing their memories.

    One little seven-year-old girl in particular stood out, Rogue was terrified of her. Her name was Lucy and Rogue had involuntarily touched her when her powers were new to her. Rogue could not let go of the memories and personality of the tiny girl. She was forged into her mind forever and she would never leave for Rogue had killed her.

    Tears spilled onto Rogue's old worn jumper. She needed money and she needed it fast, she did not want to resort to stealing because past experience told her she was not good at it. Monsters in her empty void of a stomach begged for food and her mind begged for peace.

    None of these were possible without money. Rogue stared at her gloved hands and clenched them in anger, her green eyes flaming with a dark passion. No one loved her, no one knew her. Why should they? She thought bitterly, I might kill anyone with a hug or a kiss. Kill someone like I killed Lucy.

    Rogue sat back and let the voices that haunted her submerge her crowded mind into a deep, meaningless void of pain.

    "Tell me again Remy why we are here?" Ororo Munro questioned the young thief next to her. Remy LeBeau a.k.a. Gambit, gave her a devilish grin and his red on black eyes flashed.

"Why you wanna know chere? Don't you wanna go on a raid with your old pal Gambit? Huh Stormy?" His heavy French accent streaming through the midnight Manhattan air. Ororo, or Storm, rolled her sky blue eyes and ran a hand through her thick white hair. They were both eighteen and as close as brother and sister.

"How many times Remy? Do not call me Stormy!" Her voice rose slightly.

Remy just shrugged and paced through the dark alleyways, searching the crevices for hidden dangers. Ororo rubbed her cold brown arms and growled.

"Does Chuck know we're here?" Gambit questioned idly.

"Well I don't know! Let's just find something and go home, I am freezing."

"Den make a little sunshine! Der's gotta be something good to steal round here…" Gambit murmured, his floppy brown hair falling into his crimson eyes. Ororo narrowed her catlike eyes and crouched low when an extremely high-pitched scream ripped through the air like Wolverine's claws through glass. Gambit cursed and instinctively brought out an ace of spades card. Electricity crackled over Storm's dark skin and a dark shape came hurtling out of a high up window.

    Remy ran to the window but stood in silenced shock when the figure that was supposed to be on the ground due to gravity, floated in the air easily. Screams of torture continued to tear through the air and haunt the minds of everyone present.

"Storm! Fly up der and help dat mutant!" Remy clutched his ears in agony.

Ororo nodded, the being was obviously a mutant. She flew into the air with a sense of valour and looped an arm around the person's waist, dragging he or she down to the ground.

    So many shapes, so many faces. Rogue had no control, no way out of her ever-growing terror. She sat in the middle of her mind, she felt naked and alone, and shame was always there to whisper over her shoulders. Rogue was not alone though; hundreds of faces with tears streaming down their cheeks would threaten and mock her, constantly reminding her of her unfortunate mistakes. Tears ran down her own cheeks and she shook her head in dread. Lucy was coming.

    "No, no, no… please go away…I'm so sorry!" Rogues voice echoed in her mind.

"Sorry doesn't give me my life back Roguey. I wanted to be a ballerina but you never gave me the chance!" Lucy rubbed her crying eyes.

Rogue flew to her, desperate to calm the ever-crying child.

"Go away you bully!" Lucy's eyes filled with fire.

"Bully."

"Murderer."

"Evil."

"Mutant scum."

"Reject." Voices hissed at her in every direction.

    Rogue woke sharply but the voices did not stop, they never stopped. She clawed at her ears and her eyes screwed shut. She couldn't hold it in anymore, a deafening, thunderous scream issued from her throat and she flew out of the window, using one of her borrowed… stolen abilities. All she wanted was to outrun the voices and leave behind in her shanty home to rot and fade. That was out of the question though.

    She was thrown from her misguided concentration when a white haired black woman hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her to the ground forcefully.

    Ororo rolled the mutant into view. She was a female with wavy brown hair that had a bold white streak down one side. Ribs were clearly visible through her skinny frame, she had pale skin that was only visible on her face and a look of pure fear was etched on her face. Remy ran over and whistled lowly at the young woman's ill appearance. The lady's eyes flew open and vivid emerald orbs gazed at them, terrified.

"What's your name chere?" Remy kneeled next to her.

"R…rogue." She stuttered.

Storm sat next to her and eyed her with sympathy.

"You look like you could do with a warm bed and a meal. We can offer you sanctuary Rogue. We know you are a mutant, well you did fly, we can help you." Storm reached out a hand but Rogue pulled away, bumping into Remy. He caught her arms, subconsciously noticing how soft her skin was. 

"I don't need your help!" Rogue shrieked.

    She tried to break free from Remy but he held on tighter, not wanting to lose her.

"Den why you scream huh Rogue?" Gambit's devil eyes flashed with concern.

"The voices… too much pain… go away Lucy, I never meant to hurt you…don't touch…me." Rogue gazed at Gambit's handsome face and slumped in an exhausted faint. Remy lifted her up, his arms curved under the crook of her knees and the back of her scarfed neck.

"Voices? Do you think she is psychic Remy?" Ororo walked back to their two shiny motorcycles hastily. Remy sighed and shrugged, he did not know.

"Chuck's gonna love dis." He placed Rogue in the front of his seat and hooked one arm around her stomach, using the other hand to steer the bike. Remy traced her smooth cheeks with his eyes and held her tighter. Storm raised a single white eyebrow.

    "Well, we came here to steal something Remy and look at that, our new friend Rogue here has stolen your heart." Storm laughed and roared away on her blue and black bike. Remy looked down on the girl in his arms. She looked only seventeen, a year younger than him and Storm but he had to admit she was beautiful.

"Maybe Stormy. Maybe." With that he skidded away to the X-mansion, the home of many mutants, including Remy and Ororo.

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