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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.
AU: I SPLIT THE CHAPTERS AND STUPH INTO PARTS, THE CHILDHOOD PART SHOULD BE THE SHORTEST, ONLY ABOUT TWO OR THREE CHAPTERS, ALL OF THE OTHERS I EXPECT TO BE EXTREMELY LONG, SO BARE WITH ME....
PART ONE : CHILDHOOD
CHAPTER ONE : MAGNOLIA DARKHOLME
"Thirteen tahmes thirteen is....." The girl, the cute age of nine, blinked brown green eyes and twisted her porcelain face and pink lips in comtemplation.
"Oh come on, you know this one," Mystique said firmly, she picked up a brush and began to pull it through the girl's thick, wavy hair, the curls bounced within their pink bow ponytail.
"One-hundred and sixty-nahne!!!" She said happily and clapped her hands together.
Mystique grinned and hugged the small girl giving her a quick peck on the cheeck before getting off the floor and heading towards the kitchen.
"Come on Magnolia, come on,"
The child yawned and followed, her green dress and yellow shirt made her look like a small running sunflower in white slippers.
"Mama, why don' Ah go to school lahke everyone else?" She said with a brilliant smile that only a child could create and make seem so sincere.
Mystique smiled warmly back at her.
"I've already told you Magnolia. I have special plans for you. You're a special child, and you need extraordinay upbringing, mentally and physically. Now come on, go hug your Grandma before you go out and play."
Magnolia nodded her head and charged out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Grandma! Grandma!" She jumped up on the woman's lap.
The wheelchair creaked and the blind woman smiled.
"Have a good time, okay Magnolia?"
"Alright! Ah will!!! Bye Grandmaaa!!!" She kissed her on a wrinkled cheek and hopped down from the silver wheelchair, skipping innocently to the door.
Mystique appeared beside Irene, her face mirrored the doubt within the prophet's eyes.
"Why must this happen? Why can't we stop this?" She choked.
Irene's own eyes glistened and the wheelchair turned away from the door.
"Because she is an innocent, Mystique. She's too beautiful and pure for this world, for the world she's coming too. Her genes have made her so. This will help her see the harshness of the world without destroying her. It will happen sooner or later."
Mystique nodded, her face became a block of ice as she pulled forth a blueprint.
"Ahhhhh, Headquarters, I presume?" Irene asked.
Mystique smiled.
"Yes, if everything's done as secretively as possible, and with the construction of the museum as a subterfuge, we should have the weaponry, gym and lastly the bedrooms installed by Magnolia's fifteenth birthday. She'll be ready by then?"
Irene closed her eyes and her fingers clutched the arms of the wheelchair.
"I cannot tell what resides in a person's heart Raven, only what actions they will take. I hope she will be ready, there's not much time."
Magnolia clutched the branch and swung herself up. Cody motioned to her from the trunk of the tree, his legs and arm wrapped tighter around it as he climbed clumbsily up.
"Cody! Ya the worst tree climber this way o' Mississippi!" She yelled and swung her legs.
Cody's face turned bright red and he grabbed a branch, scraping his way onto it. Magnolia laughed and fell back. Cody began to scream until he saw her hang upside down by her legs, her face dangled infront of him.
"Cody, Cody, ya so slow," She teased.
"Shutup, skunk," He said with a smirk.
Magnolia stuck out her tongue.
Cody stared at it for a moment, a curious expression shown over his face.
"Magnolia, what if, what if...."
The rest of his words were lost as he leaned closer, softly pressing his lips against hers. It was nice at first, a soft feeling of warmth, and then a strange, horrifying tugging pulled at her from somewhere within....
Cody gasped and squirmed, his face paled, and blue eyes became dimly lit as Magnolia's thirst showed itself. It was a horrible feeling, but oh so wonderful and powerful as well. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure, and memories of happy times and sad ones, all mixed together into one unspeakable moment....
Magnolia pulled back and Cody fell back as well, his thoughts tramped about like invaders through her mind.
"Magnolia, were are ya, Skunkhead?" Cody snapped looking about him.
"What happened? What happened?" He yelled.
He jumped off the branch and landed clumbsily on the ground, his legs buckled underneath him from the impact. He was never as graceful as Magnolia, but he had enough stamina to get bruises now and then.
Grumbling he frowned at her stationary form upon the grass. He walked quickly towards her, lifting her off her face and onto her back. But something....something wasn't right....
A beautiful round face, pale and rosy cheeked, with blue eyes staring in horror at nothing, and blonde hair, neatly cut and molded. It was him But where was she?
But, if this is me, who am I?
The memories rushed back, and he wasn't Cody anymore, he was Magnolia, nine years old tomboy, with mama Raven and Grandma Irene, self-taught by grandma and moma and physically trained by moma.
But, she still...wasn't sure.
Magnolia jumped up, her hands pressed against her lips.
I did this? What am I? What am I? I KILLED HIM!
She shook her head in some vague denial and rushed back home, her small feet carrying what innocence she had left.
Mystique's skin rippled, her red hair became short and black, blue rimmed spectacles covered now brown eyes, and her sweater and jeans turned into a gray suit attire.
Tapping the sensor she punched in the numbers, changed her iris for the scan, and then sequentially changed her fingerprints for the second phase of secuirty.
The doors whooshed open and she felt the hum of the mainframes. The work she had to do, the tremendous pounds of work. Languidly she positioned herself in a gray cushion chair infront of one of the titanium mainframes. Long fingers tapped professionally against a transparent, touch sensory keyboard and several bits of code zipped across the LCD screen.
"Gotcha," She said with a devilish grin, stuffing in a CDROM and waiting for the necessary transfer.
"Was tun Sie hier?" From behind her, a secuirty guard had entered, his flashlight grazed her face skeptically.
Mystique narrowed her eyes, the devilish grin was replaced by a harsh frown.
"Wie trauen bitten Sie mich um um dieses? Wissen Sie, wem die Hölle you're, die beschäftigt?" Mystique spat in perfect German.
The guard shuffled nervously back, the flashlight clicked off.
"Kein aber ich war das gerechte Versuchen, meine Arbeit zu erledigen!" He whispered, perspiration eased down his neck.
Mystique cocked an eyebrow.
"Wirklich don't geben eine Scheiße über, was Sie versuchten, zu tun. Job oder anders. Wenn Sie mit mir sprechen, wie das wieder ich you're richtig entledigt sicherstellt. Bin ich bildend frei?" She barked.
The security guard nodded and stepped apprehensively back.
"Ja. Sehr."
"Gut, gehen Sie jetzt hinaus."
The guard nodded and quickly walked out.
Mystique smiled and jerked out the disk. Everything was going just as planned.
Was tun Sie hier? :
"What are you doing here?"
Wie trauen bitten Sie mich um um dieses? Wissen Sie, wem die Hölle you're, die beschäftigt? :
"How dare you ask me this? Do you know who the hell you're dealing with?"
Kein aber ich war das gerechte Versuchen, meine Arbeit zu erledigen:
"No, but I was just trying to do my job!
Wirklich don't geben eine Scheiße über, was Sie versuchten, zu tun. Job oder anders. Wenn Sie mit mir sprechen, wie das wieder ich you're richtig entledigt sicherstellt. Bin ich bildend frei?:
"I really don't give a shit about what you were trying to do. Job or otherwise. If you talk to me like that again I will make sure you're properly disposed of. Am I making myself clear?"
Ja. Sehr:
"Yes.Very."
Gut, gehen Sie jetzt hinaus:
"Good, now get out."