Authors note: Meep* sorry for the slow update...really sorry. I joined up
with the military and I had to run a bunch of stupid test, do stupid
physicals and get ready for boot camp this Jun 2. So sorry for the slow
progress I wrote this a little long for make up, so once again I am sorry
to all my reviewers, mostly RogueChere.
-I was going to get this beta read, but I thought that it's been so long that I should just post it, and have my beta reader fix it if she would like latter. This way I don't procrastinate any longer.
Eyes of the beholder [Part 1]
Evergreen orbs lay ablaze with a new found confusion, as gloved hands prided tightly to a thick rope that hung from one of the main sail masses. Her long auburn hair toiled into the gentle breeze of the never ceasing winds of the undying sea. The view before all eyes was no longer the 16 year old child, which had been captured 11 years ago. She had been a slave, a valued slave that had been trained in many aspects from her leader, or known to this ship as Master or Lord, Magneto. She had learned that many people take advantage of the one thing that all should value more than anything. That was Freedom, something she spent years earning, as her responsibilities grew with it.
With the years the woman named Rogue was something many men feared, and many men never debated was anything but deadly. Her nicknames varied over the years, but many of her crewmates labeled her thee untouchable angel of the seven seas. In the years of her aging Rogue had required more strength in her power of robbing other people of there own mutant abilities or if her flesh were to place contact on a human there very life essence. With this came there memories of there past, or even the now it was a very painful process, one that had lead to some of her past foes to lay deep within her mind. She could feel them begin to build up, one fighting with another to over dominate her body and control her.
Rogue began to make her way towards the stern of the ship, her knee-high raven colored boots dipped into the shadows of the ship, as her evergreen cloak seemed to conceal her form as well. She seemed confused, yet very deep in thought as she made her way to her location, as she perched down sliding her feet through the large oak rails as she gazed out at sea. It was refreshing to feel the sweet dew of the morning waves brush to her tanned flesh as her starch white bangs seemed to graze along over her flushed cheeks as they seemed to hold the same curve as the calm waves bellow.
Her lips were pursed into a striate line, firm but settle as they seemed to never flinch or faultier from there movement, until they parted slowly as she began to vent out some of her dark hidden thoughts of her mind.
"Ah always thought ah would be some' kind of pirate sailin' the seven seas, n' being somethin' an' makin' somethin' of mah life. Ah never figured ah would be all alone...in doin' it."
Her onyx gloved hands pressed hardly against the oak railings like a caged animal her eyes lashed out with anger. She felt her lips twitch into a frown as she felt her heart clamor to her ears. She felt her flush deepen as she allowed her breath to sigh into the winds to be carried off in hopes of her problems to follow.
"Ah never thought ah'd have ta go against the one man who changed mah life. Afta all he was mah first kiss n' the first guy who had warmed his way to mah heart...buh ah can' stop wonderin' if he even members ah'all me?"
The woman simply known as Rogue seemed distant at the moment, as her mind began to flashback to it's past...recalling the memories of when she had first gotten her haired died a starch-white color but with it recalled a battle scar, a scar that ran so deep it hurt. A memory of betray of the LeBeau clan as they lead a sneak attack on there allied forces. A small battle had rung out as a war, as two of the greatest pirates in history wavered out there powers, testing there limits. In the near tidings of the War, with the LeBeau clan more prepared then her own began to savagely destroy there ship, slaughter those who freely surrendered to them in hopes of living, a chance to be able to escape, but the only thing they escaped with the cruel world they lived in.
It had been a wild storm that tossed and turned there large massive ship, known as the Sea Devil, one of Magneto's tops classed boats. The storm was so strong that the waves were like boulders of rocks smashing to each side, as the waves seemed to climb to deadly heights around them. Rogue, dared to challenge death as she invited it with open arms as she began to ascend to the high tops of the unstable ship where she took notice to the mutant with hair so white that it shimmered like the rays of the moon, even under the dark clouds that wavered up above. Little did Rogue know the powers of this woman, or the simple fact that this woman had a gift of flight and advantage on her pray who stood to the large sail polls.
Rogue had little time to react, as a bolt of lightning was summoned by the woman, it was as if the lightning flickered in the palm of her hand as it gave a mighty cry of war as it lashed down on Rogues form. It had rendered her into a coma for 6 long months as some suspected that she may never wake up. Her scar was outlined around her face, as her once faded away white strands where once again back, this time for the rest of her life. It rooted so deeply down that the only hair that would grow would be that of white, it was much like an old person; it wasn't damaged in the sense of growth simply in color. It was a reminder of not only her past, but her failure to stop the woman.
If Quicksilver wasn't quick on his feet, she would have been sent to the depths bellow. To be eaten with the sharks and if there was such a place heaven, she questioned hell for her life wasn't lived so noble as many others of the world. Many of the people damned the pirates long ago, with an ancient curse that none know to remove.
"What is troubling you, Rogue?"
"Ah...ah jus' don' know if ah can do it is all. Ah mean ah don' know if ah have it in me ta kill the foo' for what he done."
"Course you can Rogue. It is simple; you must remember it was he would gave you up so easily, it was he who helped the woman who wished you gone. It was he who used your own heart against you. He charmed you like he's down with a million others, as he betrayed you as he has me."
Rogue stood up gradually, tucking her evergreen cloak closer to her flesh of her black spandex suit which and been specially designed for her, to cover the flesh from the neck down. She glanced at the well armored Magneto as her auburn hair caught the rising sun of dawn. She tapped her saber lightly as she never took her eyes of her Master as she didn't want to let him down, she didn't have the heart to tell him, even spite of what he had done, a part of her was still in love with the jerk, or was it more flattery then love. After all even at the age of 27 Rogue didn't know the true meaning of love, or so she thought.
"Don'cha worry shugah, ah ain't gonna let ya down."
"I never suspected you ever would Rogue."
A smile crept its way to her southern crimson lips, as Magneto slid his hand to graze the soft flesh of her chin with his fingered tips, which had been guarded with the soft material of his gloves. His soft curly white-on- silver hair and his unyielding silver-on-blue eyes shimmered into that of her own gaze.
"I love you like a daughter Rogue, I forewarn you to be precautious this time. Do not underestimate your foes. I or my Son may not be there next time to save you. I would not be the same man if you where to die."
His lips pressed to the soft mount of her curls that covered the flesh of her head, as he pulled away with genuine ease. With the swish of his crimson cape he beckoned his crew, as many of them were ready to go topside within any second the poured forth like aunts ready to do a days work, but unlike many other times they came out like a whisper.
It was when Rogue's glanced turned forward did she take note to the small form of land making its way to view. She felt chills climb up her spine as she could feel her heart leap from her chest to her throat. She could hear the clicking chains of the anchor letting way as the ship lurched forward, only to be halted in the gentle sway of the waves. Rogue's mind was having its own battle at the moment debating weather it was a good idea to seek out revenge in the name for the dead, only to have more to die. She watched as the crew moved over to the life boats as they were sent down slowly with a slight heave here and there as it crashed bellow softly to rock to the drifting currents of the waves.
"Come on Rogue, we don't have all day."
She heard the whisper as she glanced at Quicksilver; she made a slight 'oh' as she made her way to the rope. She slid down it with the skill of a pirate as she landed with her heeled boots with ease. She glanced at the man who had called her as he pointed to the seat on the far end. She sat down with grace ducking down as to make sure that no one would see them. She felt a heavy hand rest to her shoulder as she glanced up to meet eye to eye with the one man who swore his undying love for her many times, as he sad to her side pulling her up.
"If things get to bad around here, Jus' call my name. I'll be there as quick as I can Rogue." Rogue tried to smile, but she had this sense of being uncomfortable around him as she shifted a little more to the side as she was gazing at the sandy shores near by. As if he new what she was feeling he gave her space. He sighed as he watched her gaze out, he new she was back again deep in thought, avoiding the world before her.
As there boat finally made its familiar sound of the sand rubbing against the bottom of it, she leaped from it as did the others. As she did this she could feel the sand sink down around her boots, which weighed her down slightly as she began to make her way to the large plantation home of Remy E. LeBeau. It didn't take Rogue long to leap up to the top balconies, which were held under the long columns bellow it. She crept up on the place like a skilled thief, as she pushed herself firmly to the houses outside wall, as she shifted up high enough to look into a room. She took in a deep breath as she could hear the faint sound of dogs barking with the whispers of people in the distances. She was about to move to the next window when the door beside her was swung open, as it slammed close by her, as it made it's way by her enough to send a grate draft her way she flinched, but through discipline she was able to hold in her breath and maintain her posture as she didn't move an inch. It was then a smile threatened its way to her lips as she took notice to the tall, dark and handsome man who was clad in only a thin pair of boxers. A blush slipped its way to her flushed cheeks as she glanced away praying that she wouldn't be caught. His attention was quickly grabbed as a voice sounded from inside the room which he had just left, it was one of authority.
"Close the damn door! Its 6:00am no one is stupid enough to be outside this bloody early."
"Don' know cou' be ah runna way slave, no?"
"Let the people you pay fix it, now close to door and get in here or sleep outside."
He turned on his heels as he entered back into his room, Rogue allowed he breath to blow out with a sigh as she glanced through the window once more. She felt her fist clutch tightly at the voice she had heard, as memories came flowing in of flashbacks. She portrayed herself kind, civil, and a woman with morals but she was nothing more then a spoiled brat. The main reason why she had been kidnapped was set up do to the fact that Rogue was getting to warm and fuzzy with her Lord LeBeau, Henri to be precise spite the fact that Rogue swore up and down that it was a deep trusting friendship.
"Ah will deal with her latter, ah got more important things ta do."
With that said Rogue slid up and began to stalk to the next set of windows, she pried herself to the glass trying to look in the dim lighted room, she squinted her eyes shut as if trying to scan it, but when a gloved hand rested on her shoulders prying her from the window to a hard well toned chest it was when Rogue looked up, as she met eye to eye with the one man she thought she wouldn't have to deal with at the moment, or was more or less hoping to sneak up on him not the other way around.
"Chere, ya either one stup'd gal or one hell of a smar' one."
-I was going to get this beta read, but I thought that it's been so long that I should just post it, and have my beta reader fix it if she would like latter. This way I don't procrastinate any longer.
Eyes of the beholder [Part 1]
Evergreen orbs lay ablaze with a new found confusion, as gloved hands prided tightly to a thick rope that hung from one of the main sail masses. Her long auburn hair toiled into the gentle breeze of the never ceasing winds of the undying sea. The view before all eyes was no longer the 16 year old child, which had been captured 11 years ago. She had been a slave, a valued slave that had been trained in many aspects from her leader, or known to this ship as Master or Lord, Magneto. She had learned that many people take advantage of the one thing that all should value more than anything. That was Freedom, something she spent years earning, as her responsibilities grew with it.
With the years the woman named Rogue was something many men feared, and many men never debated was anything but deadly. Her nicknames varied over the years, but many of her crewmates labeled her thee untouchable angel of the seven seas. In the years of her aging Rogue had required more strength in her power of robbing other people of there own mutant abilities or if her flesh were to place contact on a human there very life essence. With this came there memories of there past, or even the now it was a very painful process, one that had lead to some of her past foes to lay deep within her mind. She could feel them begin to build up, one fighting with another to over dominate her body and control her.
Rogue began to make her way towards the stern of the ship, her knee-high raven colored boots dipped into the shadows of the ship, as her evergreen cloak seemed to conceal her form as well. She seemed confused, yet very deep in thought as she made her way to her location, as she perched down sliding her feet through the large oak rails as she gazed out at sea. It was refreshing to feel the sweet dew of the morning waves brush to her tanned flesh as her starch white bangs seemed to graze along over her flushed cheeks as they seemed to hold the same curve as the calm waves bellow.
Her lips were pursed into a striate line, firm but settle as they seemed to never flinch or faultier from there movement, until they parted slowly as she began to vent out some of her dark hidden thoughts of her mind.
"Ah always thought ah would be some' kind of pirate sailin' the seven seas, n' being somethin' an' makin' somethin' of mah life. Ah never figured ah would be all alone...in doin' it."
Her onyx gloved hands pressed hardly against the oak railings like a caged animal her eyes lashed out with anger. She felt her lips twitch into a frown as she felt her heart clamor to her ears. She felt her flush deepen as she allowed her breath to sigh into the winds to be carried off in hopes of her problems to follow.
"Ah never thought ah'd have ta go against the one man who changed mah life. Afta all he was mah first kiss n' the first guy who had warmed his way to mah heart...buh ah can' stop wonderin' if he even members ah'all me?"
The woman simply known as Rogue seemed distant at the moment, as her mind began to flashback to it's past...recalling the memories of when she had first gotten her haired died a starch-white color but with it recalled a battle scar, a scar that ran so deep it hurt. A memory of betray of the LeBeau clan as they lead a sneak attack on there allied forces. A small battle had rung out as a war, as two of the greatest pirates in history wavered out there powers, testing there limits. In the near tidings of the War, with the LeBeau clan more prepared then her own began to savagely destroy there ship, slaughter those who freely surrendered to them in hopes of living, a chance to be able to escape, but the only thing they escaped with the cruel world they lived in.
It had been a wild storm that tossed and turned there large massive ship, known as the Sea Devil, one of Magneto's tops classed boats. The storm was so strong that the waves were like boulders of rocks smashing to each side, as the waves seemed to climb to deadly heights around them. Rogue, dared to challenge death as she invited it with open arms as she began to ascend to the high tops of the unstable ship where she took notice to the mutant with hair so white that it shimmered like the rays of the moon, even under the dark clouds that wavered up above. Little did Rogue know the powers of this woman, or the simple fact that this woman had a gift of flight and advantage on her pray who stood to the large sail polls.
Rogue had little time to react, as a bolt of lightning was summoned by the woman, it was as if the lightning flickered in the palm of her hand as it gave a mighty cry of war as it lashed down on Rogues form. It had rendered her into a coma for 6 long months as some suspected that she may never wake up. Her scar was outlined around her face, as her once faded away white strands where once again back, this time for the rest of her life. It rooted so deeply down that the only hair that would grow would be that of white, it was much like an old person; it wasn't damaged in the sense of growth simply in color. It was a reminder of not only her past, but her failure to stop the woman.
If Quicksilver wasn't quick on his feet, she would have been sent to the depths bellow. To be eaten with the sharks and if there was such a place heaven, she questioned hell for her life wasn't lived so noble as many others of the world. Many of the people damned the pirates long ago, with an ancient curse that none know to remove.
"What is troubling you, Rogue?"
"Ah...ah jus' don' know if ah can do it is all. Ah mean ah don' know if ah have it in me ta kill the foo' for what he done."
"Course you can Rogue. It is simple; you must remember it was he would gave you up so easily, it was he who helped the woman who wished you gone. It was he who used your own heart against you. He charmed you like he's down with a million others, as he betrayed you as he has me."
Rogue stood up gradually, tucking her evergreen cloak closer to her flesh of her black spandex suit which and been specially designed for her, to cover the flesh from the neck down. She glanced at the well armored Magneto as her auburn hair caught the rising sun of dawn. She tapped her saber lightly as she never took her eyes of her Master as she didn't want to let him down, she didn't have the heart to tell him, even spite of what he had done, a part of her was still in love with the jerk, or was it more flattery then love. After all even at the age of 27 Rogue didn't know the true meaning of love, or so she thought.
"Don'cha worry shugah, ah ain't gonna let ya down."
"I never suspected you ever would Rogue."
A smile crept its way to her southern crimson lips, as Magneto slid his hand to graze the soft flesh of her chin with his fingered tips, which had been guarded with the soft material of his gloves. His soft curly white-on- silver hair and his unyielding silver-on-blue eyes shimmered into that of her own gaze.
"I love you like a daughter Rogue, I forewarn you to be precautious this time. Do not underestimate your foes. I or my Son may not be there next time to save you. I would not be the same man if you where to die."
His lips pressed to the soft mount of her curls that covered the flesh of her head, as he pulled away with genuine ease. With the swish of his crimson cape he beckoned his crew, as many of them were ready to go topside within any second the poured forth like aunts ready to do a days work, but unlike many other times they came out like a whisper.
It was when Rogue's glanced turned forward did she take note to the small form of land making its way to view. She felt chills climb up her spine as she could feel her heart leap from her chest to her throat. She could hear the clicking chains of the anchor letting way as the ship lurched forward, only to be halted in the gentle sway of the waves. Rogue's mind was having its own battle at the moment debating weather it was a good idea to seek out revenge in the name for the dead, only to have more to die. She watched as the crew moved over to the life boats as they were sent down slowly with a slight heave here and there as it crashed bellow softly to rock to the drifting currents of the waves.
"Come on Rogue, we don't have all day."
She heard the whisper as she glanced at Quicksilver; she made a slight 'oh' as she made her way to the rope. She slid down it with the skill of a pirate as she landed with her heeled boots with ease. She glanced at the man who had called her as he pointed to the seat on the far end. She sat down with grace ducking down as to make sure that no one would see them. She felt a heavy hand rest to her shoulder as she glanced up to meet eye to eye with the one man who swore his undying love for her many times, as he sad to her side pulling her up.
"If things get to bad around here, Jus' call my name. I'll be there as quick as I can Rogue." Rogue tried to smile, but she had this sense of being uncomfortable around him as she shifted a little more to the side as she was gazing at the sandy shores near by. As if he new what she was feeling he gave her space. He sighed as he watched her gaze out, he new she was back again deep in thought, avoiding the world before her.
As there boat finally made its familiar sound of the sand rubbing against the bottom of it, she leaped from it as did the others. As she did this she could feel the sand sink down around her boots, which weighed her down slightly as she began to make her way to the large plantation home of Remy E. LeBeau. It didn't take Rogue long to leap up to the top balconies, which were held under the long columns bellow it. She crept up on the place like a skilled thief, as she pushed herself firmly to the houses outside wall, as she shifted up high enough to look into a room. She took in a deep breath as she could hear the faint sound of dogs barking with the whispers of people in the distances. She was about to move to the next window when the door beside her was swung open, as it slammed close by her, as it made it's way by her enough to send a grate draft her way she flinched, but through discipline she was able to hold in her breath and maintain her posture as she didn't move an inch. It was then a smile threatened its way to her lips as she took notice to the tall, dark and handsome man who was clad in only a thin pair of boxers. A blush slipped its way to her flushed cheeks as she glanced away praying that she wouldn't be caught. His attention was quickly grabbed as a voice sounded from inside the room which he had just left, it was one of authority.
"Close the damn door! Its 6:00am no one is stupid enough to be outside this bloody early."
"Don' know cou' be ah runna way slave, no?"
"Let the people you pay fix it, now close to door and get in here or sleep outside."
He turned on his heels as he entered back into his room, Rogue allowed he breath to blow out with a sigh as she glanced through the window once more. She felt her fist clutch tightly at the voice she had heard, as memories came flowing in of flashbacks. She portrayed herself kind, civil, and a woman with morals but she was nothing more then a spoiled brat. The main reason why she had been kidnapped was set up do to the fact that Rogue was getting to warm and fuzzy with her Lord LeBeau, Henri to be precise spite the fact that Rogue swore up and down that it was a deep trusting friendship.
"Ah will deal with her latter, ah got more important things ta do."
With that said Rogue slid up and began to stalk to the next set of windows, she pried herself to the glass trying to look in the dim lighted room, she squinted her eyes shut as if trying to scan it, but when a gloved hand rested on her shoulders prying her from the window to a hard well toned chest it was when Rogue looked up, as she met eye to eye with the one man she thought she wouldn't have to deal with at the moment, or was more or less hoping to sneak up on him not the other way around.
"Chere, ya either one stup'd gal or one hell of a smar' one."