Disclaimer: I own none of the Marvel (or any other company's) characters, settings or any other quotes, etc that might be used in this fic.

Summary: Rogue's life split up into three parts: her childhood, teenage years and adult life, all told by me the way I want it to be. Be sure that most of this is entirely not based upon any version of X-men comic books, cartoons or movies. It's just how I want it to be.

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PART ONE : CHILDHOOD

PROLOGUE



A large manor with a white picket fence and a disarray of white magnolias, was positioned somewhere in the deep South of Mississippi. Within this opulent house, two guests made themselve known.

One, a beautiful red headed woman (probably in her twenties), with blue skin and sharp, almond shaped yellow eyes, leaned back against the white, leather coach. Her black knitted sweater pushed smuggly around her, and she pulled forth from her black jeans a cigarette, somehow pulling quickly forth afterwards a golden lighter.

The woman next to her shuffled her feet almost anxiously, her pale, drawn face was just beginning to wrinkle with age, luxurious raven hair tainted with gray streaks was pulled back into a bun. Thick, black shades were lifted up from her eyes, and dull, pale blue orbs blinked rapidly in relative succession.

She coughed and pulled on her purple shirt, rubbing the back of her leg with a whimsical look, as if she would never see them again.

"And exactly what do ya'll want?" The woman opposite them asked bitterly.

She was a beautiful woman, with long brown hair that came down in thick curls to her waist, and wide, green brown eyes. She was wearing a white dress with laced sleeves, and she was patting a large protruding stomach that didn't seem to fit her small frame.

The man next to her, a dark brown man with thick curly black hair, a button nose and a double chin laughed, revealing white teeth, his t-shirt bulged underneath a muscular frame.

"Don' mind her. She's been real cranky fo' a while now. Ah think sometimes she forgets about good ol' Southern hospitality an' all that," He said humbly.

"Yes, we can tell," The blue woman retorted, blowing out a smoke ring.

The woman opposite her narrowed her eyes and faster than anyone could percieve, the pregnant woman grabbed the cigarette from her mouth, crushed it, and took hold of the blue woman's knitted sweater.

"Didn't yo' ma evah tell ya not to smoke in the prescence of a pregnant woman?" She snarled.

The blue woman snickered and politely removed the tight, gripping hands.

"No, but that's mostly because I've never had one,"

"We're sorry to interrupt Jonathan, we really are. But Raven and me, we have problems we must take care of," Irene stated simply.

The pregnant woman turned to her husband with a scowl before howling at them.

"WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEA-AHHHHH!"

She winced and clutched her stomach, breathing hurriedly as several contractions rocketed her stomach.

Johnathan jumped off the sofa and turned towards her, pushing her up so one head rested on one arm of the sofa, and her feet rested on the other.

"Breath, breaaath, breaaath. Call the ambulance!" He shouted towards them.

Raven popped a piece of gum in her mouth and allowed it to pop rudely before getting up.

Irene got up as well, her face was entirely solemn and serious. Raven on the other hand looked overly ecstatic.

"I guess you were right Irene," Raven said grinning and rubbing her crude hands together.

Irene only nodded.

"I don't understand!" Johnathan hissed, turning from his writhering wife to the two women.

"Of course you don't," Raven snapped, grinning widely.

She removed something else from her pocket. Something slim and shining....

BAM!

Johnathan dropped back onto the floor, his brown eyes widened in surprise and his mouth gaped open grotesquelt. Blood leaked profusely from the bullet wound in his forehead and curled lovingly around Raven's boots. The woman scowled in disgust and stepped back, leaving a bloody footprint.

Irene knelt down towards the pregnant woman. Her hands cupped her face and as she pressed her knee against the sofa she bent down and kissed her forehead, nothing but admiration shinned in her blind eyes.

The pregnant woman's eyes widened and she screamed, her hands lifted in agony towards Irene's face, but her hands were too weak to leave a mark.

"AH'LL KILL YA!!! AH'LL KILL YA!!"

Irene ignored her and spoke softly within her ear.

"I am not without sympathy, but you must understand. Your genes, and the genes of your husband, weren't meant for this. Your child will be more powerful than any thing in this Universe. I can't allow either of you to create another abomination as such. I will allow your child to live however, that you can die in peace to know,"

The mother screamed and her arms lashed out around Irene's neck.

"AH'LL KILL YA YA MONSTER! YA MONSTER!!!"

Raven pryed her fingers off and moved towards her feet. A child's scream lit the air and another gunshot was heard.