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Memories.
Everyone has memories. Good memories, bad memories, memories of things they want to remember, some even they don't. Memories can be anything from what you had for dinner to breaking an arm. The point is; they are your memories. They tell about your past, they tell about the kind of person you are; they show things you've been through. They combine with your personality. Everything you are, everything you've done or want to do; your dreams on achieving everyday things to your actual dreams and nightmares.
Imagine if in one touch, someone could absorb all your memories. With one touch of a finger, someone knows everything about you; they see everything you have seen, they know things you can't remember or your deepest darkest secrets just with the simple touch of skin-to-skin contact.
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I hate him. Rogue walked down the street, a scowl was placed on her face. She didn't look happy; her eyes had a distant look in them. It had been nearly a week since he left her after nearly killing her with no explanation. Not a good one, at least. She brought her hand up to her mouth and ran a finger across her bottom lip. The scowl faded and she slightly blushed. Why did he have to leave now? She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. Remy…
Anger suddenly filled in the distant expressionless look in her eyes. If he weren't a mutant, this wouldn't have happened. She unwrapped her arms and made tight fists as she continued to walk down the street. Stupid mutants.
"Rogue?" Rogue turned around to see a familiar brunette staring at her. It was the girl from school that hung out with the Germen kid.
"Yeah?" The Southern asked dryly, glancing in front of her, as if there were someone standing in front of her. She looked back at the brunette. "What do ya want?"
"How are you doing?"
"Craptastic." Rogue said with no enthusiasm.
"Oh." She looked down at her feet and then back up at Rogue, giving her a small smile. "My name is Kitty."
"That's nice." She crossed her arms over her chest. Her white fringes fell in front her face; she made to attempt to brush them away. "If ya don't mind, I have better stuff to do than stand here talking to a mutant." She said coldly, remembering how Remy had said how people could look normal and be a mutant.
Kitty's eyes became wide. "You don't like mutants? Why? Remy is a mutant, you know. You don't have to—"
"And because he's a mutant, he's gone." Rogue turned on her heel and quickly walked down the street. Kitty dashed forward to grab her arm, and almost immediately Rogue shoved her to the ground. "Leave me alone, Kitty-cat." She spat down at her and then went back on her way.
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Rogue stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was now back at her house. Irene and Remy's belongings were gone. When she got home, she half expected to see Remy sitting at the kitchen table, eating something and Irene listening to the radio. But they weren't. They had left her.
"It's for the best, Roguey." She shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to remember what had happened. But it wasn't that easy to forget. If Irene is gone, then she must have something to do with Remy. She's probably a bloody mutant too! Out of anger, and without realizing it, she made a swing at her reflection, shattering the mirror. Shards of glass fell lifelessly into the sink, while others flew in all sorts of directions. She kept her fist in the air. Blood dripped down from it, landing on the glass shards.
"He's gone." She said out loud, as if she were just realizing it. With her other hand, she made a fist and hit the broken mirror again, this time going through the thin wood and hitting the selves inside the cabinet.
A short sob escaped from her throat. Don't cry Rogue, don't cry. Another one came out, even louder. Don't cry over the stupid Swamp rat. She fell to her knees, hitting her face off the sink. She sunk onto the floor, laying on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, which had become blurry. Once you let a tear escape more will come. Don't. Rogue, don't cry. But it seemed like her brain and body didn't agree with each other as tears escaped from her eyes and a heavy sob erupted from her.
She just laid there, allowing herself to cry. She allowed memories of her past to swirl around in her head, making even more tears fall. She felt heartbroken and vulnerable as she cried herself into a deep slumber.
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She woke up hours later. Dried tearstains made her face feel weird. One fist laid in its own small puddle of blood, the cuts covering her fist had clotted up by now and her other hand was bruised and sore. Goddammit
She sat up and slid her way over to the tub. Ignoring the pain throbbing in her hands, she turned on the water, wanting to take a warm bath. After a minute of trying to stand up, she succeeded to and walked out of the bathroom and into her room. She picked out clothes and walked back into the bathroom. I feel so empty. Like something is missing. But it's not something. It's someone. A frown settled on her face as she stripped out of her clothing and sat into the bathtub as it continued to fill up with hot water.
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"By the looks of it, she doesn't know where Remy is." Kitty proclaimed rubbing her elbow. "She doesn't look very happy either."
"You're lucky all she did was shove you." Hank McCoy said leaning down on his knuckles. "How's the arm?"
"Just a small scrape." She said with a shrug. "Rogue just looks like she needs a friend. Even if she doesn't like mutants."
"Just what we need, more mutant protestors." Kurt commented, shutting off his image inducer.
"Her friend manifested his powers and nearly killed her. She doesn't know any mutants." Kitty said, sticking up for the Southern. "I want to show her that being a mutant isn't bad."
"What are you going to do?" Kurt asked, raising a brow. "Phase her halfway through the earth?"
"Kurt." Kitty snapped jumping off the table she was sitting on. "What's with your attitude change?"
He shrugged. "I just don't want you getting hurt."
Kitty just laughed at him. "By a normal girl, Kurtie?" She ran a hand through her long hair and gave him a wink. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Which was all a lie.
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She crammed her clothes and a few belongings into a duffel bag. Her wet fringes fell limply into her face as she zipped it up and threw it against the door. She had to get out of here. She now wore a dark green t-shirt and black pants, ripped at the knee. She had one hand enveloped in a beige cloth. Rogue walked into the bathroom, grabbed a brush and furiously ran it through her tangled up hair. Thoughts raced through her head. She didn't know where she was going but she had to get out of here.
With the throbbing pain between her temples, she opened the medicine cabinet, which caused everything to spill out, grabbed the bottle of aspirin, shoved it into her pocket and left the bathroom, not caring enough to shut off the light. She walked over to the door, grabbed her duffel bag.
And without looking back, she left the house. For good.
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"She has to be somewhere around here.." Kitty drove slowly down the street in the black X-Jeep. It's not as if Cerebro can find her. Kitty said to herself as she turned a corner. Why do I even care this much? Stupid gut instincts. She bit down on her lower lip. Maybe—Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing noise of her cell phone. With an eye roll she picked it up and pressed the 'yes' button. "Yes Kurt?" The corner of her lips tugged back. "I'm—whoa!" A scream erupted from her throat as a dark figure walked out into the middle of the street. The cell dropped from her hand as she clutched the wheel and slammed on her brakes but it would be too late. She screamed again as the car aimed right at the figure. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting to hear the thud and the sound of a body rolling off the hood and possibly smashing into the windshield.
But it never happened.
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I have to get out of this stupid place. Go back to Mississippi. Screw Louisiana. Actually, Maybe I can get Bella to kill me. She is supposedly a trained assassin. Rogue smirked to herself as she walked down the alleyway. She sighed heavily as she stopped to adjust the strap of her duffel bag that was digging into her shoulder. Why do I feel so weird? She continued walking, her thoughts still set on Remy. Just when I get him from Bella, this happens. Ugh! She let out a frustrated sigh and felt like throwing her duffel bag and then stomping on it repeatedly. But violence doesn't solve anything. Half the time, at least. Rogue sighed again as she crossed the street, trying to ignore the dull pain in her hands. That's when she heard it.
The scream. The sound of tires coming to a halt. She knew what was coming as she tightly closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.
But it never happened.
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Kitty opened her eyes to see the empty street ahead of her. With her heart racing, she quickly climbed out of the car to see Rogue standing less than a foot from the back of the vehicle. "Ohmigosh." She whispered, relieved.
"What just happened?" Rogue asked, her face as pale as ever and she seemed out of breath. She dropped her duffel bag and took a deep breath. "Y-your car.. it.."
"Phased right through you." Kitty finished with a smug smile. "Being a mutant isn't so bad, Rogue."
"That's your power?" The Southern arched a brow. "To 'phase' through things?" She shook her head in disbelief. "What if you weren't a mutant? You could've killed me."
"No I wouldn't have. If I weren't a mutant, I would be living back home in Illinois." The mutant replied in defense. "When you're a mutant, your whole life changes, Rogue."
"So I've noticed."
"Imagine how Remy feels." Kitty crossed her arms over her chest. Her heart still pounded from the incident. "I bet it doesn't make him feel any better that he lost you."
"He wouldn't have left—" She cut herself off. "Wait, you don't even know me. Or Remy for that matter. Just mind your own goddamn business, alright?"
"What happened to your hands?" Kitty asked, taking a step forward to see if she saw correctly.
"That's not what I would call mindin' your own business."
"I think you need a friend."
"I think you need to shut up." She scowled, crossing her own arms now. "You don't know me. Why are you even bothering to make friends with me? I'm not a mutant."
"That's mean!"
"The world is a mean place, Katie."
"Kitty."
"I say tomato you say tomato."
"Fine, Rouge."
Rogue ignored that as she picked up her duffel bag. "If you don't mind, I need to get going."
"Where are you heading to?" When Rogue didn't answer, she nodded to herself. "That's what I thought."
"Just leave me alone." She turned on her heel and started to walk off in the opposite direction that she had been coming in. Kitty bit down on her lower lip again, this time tasting the metallic taste of her blood.
I don't need anyone. I don't want anyone. I just want everyone to leave me the hell alone! Waves of anger flew through her, and an eerie feeling came upon her. She could hear Kitty walking up behind her, to catch up with her, as she felt some strange tingy sensation run through her.
"Please stop!" Kitty said, grabbing her bare arm to stop her. The second her hand touched the exposed skin, she felt her body fall to the ground but didn't feel it; she was unconscious by the time her body made the impact.
Rogue fell to her knees as her mind became cloudy as new thoughts, memories and energy flowed through her. Memories that were not hers encircled around in her mind, making her body shake with confusion and fear. She saw the brunette getting picked on at her locker, she saw the brunette talking to some guy with a mullet, she saw her in some weird outfit, she saw and felt everything the girl had in the past sixteen years of her life.
What's happening to me!?
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Part one completed: November 30, 2003
In my next update for this, I'll put up two chapters. The only reason I'm uploading this one now is because I'm at my Mom's and had nothing better to do so I wrote this.
I'm so glad you guys like it! :)
'Till next time -- Aro