Chapter Ten
A/N: Hiya! Sorry for the late upd8! I've been kinda busy! Anyway, I'll be changing practically everything about Rogue's history in this fic. So, it might be a tad confusing and it might sound daft but it's MY fic and that's how I want it! Enjoy the story!!!!! So on.........
Rogue shot up, alarmed, just as her dream ended. She had no idea what it meant but she knew that the man was....
"Momma?" came a little girls voice from the other end of the cell. Rogue tensed.
"Ah ain't your momma, little girl," she called out. She heard quite sobbing.
"I want my momma!" she heard the girl whispering. Rogue sighed quietly and made her way to the crying child. She saw a girl about ten, eleven, small for her age, with light-gold hair and wide blue eyes, shimmering with tears.
"Ah'm sorry, little girl. What's your name?" Rogue made small conversation. The girl sniffed.
"Jose," she sniffed. Rogue smiled. (A/N: 'Jose' pronounced Josey)
"A beautiful name," she commented. Jose smiled proudly through her tears.
"I know. My big brother named me after my real momma," she stated, wiping away the rest of her tears. "What's your name?"
"Rogue," she answered quietly.
"Are you a mutant?" Jose asked bluntly. Rogue looked at her sharply.
"Yah. Are yah?"
"Uh-huh. That's why they took me in here. Well, that's what my brother told me before they took him away," Jose said, eyes still shimmering slightly.
"What's your brother's name?" Rogue asked. Jose looked at her.
"Which one?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"I have four brothers. The oldest Luc is, I think, 24. Then Michael, who is 20. Then, Sean, who is 17 and lastly, Ryan who is 14," Jose explained, counting of her fingers.
"Very English names," Rogue commented, smiling slightly. Jose stood up and brushed the dust off the brown rag that could pass as a hideous dress.
"I know. We come from England, y'know. Well, Luc was born in America but then my real momma and dad came to England and adopted Michael and then Sean, Ryan and me were born in England," Jose explained her history to the stranger she had met only ten minutes ago. Rogue's attention sharpened when she mentioned that her parents adopted Michael in England.
"Is...is Michael a mutant?" she asked hesitantly. Jose thought for a moment.
"Yeah. He can't touch people because if he does then he kills them completely. He's starting to control it but he still needs to wear gloves all the time because it only works with his hands," she explained. Rogue's eyes widened. She gulped.
"What...what does he...look like?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. Jose looked at her closely.
"Well, it's gonna sound crazy, but he looks like you. He has auburn hair and a single white bang at the left side. His skin is tanned but that's because we had just got back from Spain after a two-week long holiday and his eye colour is black," Jose explained, sitting back down and hugging her bare legs. Rogue stood up and paced the cell.
"We need to get out of here," she said abruptly, changing the subject. Jose nodded.
"Yeah, I know. But we can't use our powers," she said, gesturing towards the collar around her neck. Rogue fingered the collar around her own neck and tried to pull it off. With no luck.
"Your raght. We can't use our powers. But we can use our brains to make a plan and get out of here," she decided, closing her hands around the bars of the cell. She leaned her forehead against the cool metal.
"Just one question, Rogue. How?"
A/N: Hiya! Sorry for the late upd8! I've been kinda busy! Anyway, I'll be changing practically everything about Rogue's history in this fic. So, it might be a tad confusing and it might sound daft but it's MY fic and that's how I want it! Enjoy the story!!!!! So on.........
Rogue shot up, alarmed, just as her dream ended. She had no idea what it meant but she knew that the man was....
"Momma?" came a little girls voice from the other end of the cell. Rogue tensed.
"Ah ain't your momma, little girl," she called out. She heard quite sobbing.
"I want my momma!" she heard the girl whispering. Rogue sighed quietly and made her way to the crying child. She saw a girl about ten, eleven, small for her age, with light-gold hair and wide blue eyes, shimmering with tears.
"Ah'm sorry, little girl. What's your name?" Rogue made small conversation. The girl sniffed.
"Jose," she sniffed. Rogue smiled. (A/N: 'Jose' pronounced Josey)
"A beautiful name," she commented. Jose smiled proudly through her tears.
"I know. My big brother named me after my real momma," she stated, wiping away the rest of her tears. "What's your name?"
"Rogue," she answered quietly.
"Are you a mutant?" Jose asked bluntly. Rogue looked at her sharply.
"Yah. Are yah?"
"Uh-huh. That's why they took me in here. Well, that's what my brother told me before they took him away," Jose said, eyes still shimmering slightly.
"What's your brother's name?" Rogue asked. Jose looked at her.
"Which one?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"I have four brothers. The oldest Luc is, I think, 24. Then Michael, who is 20. Then, Sean, who is 17 and lastly, Ryan who is 14," Jose explained, counting of her fingers.
"Very English names," Rogue commented, smiling slightly. Jose stood up and brushed the dust off the brown rag that could pass as a hideous dress.
"I know. We come from England, y'know. Well, Luc was born in America but then my real momma and dad came to England and adopted Michael and then Sean, Ryan and me were born in England," Jose explained her history to the stranger she had met only ten minutes ago. Rogue's attention sharpened when she mentioned that her parents adopted Michael in England.
"Is...is Michael a mutant?" she asked hesitantly. Jose thought for a moment.
"Yeah. He can't touch people because if he does then he kills them completely. He's starting to control it but he still needs to wear gloves all the time because it only works with his hands," she explained. Rogue's eyes widened. She gulped.
"What...what does he...look like?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. Jose looked at her closely.
"Well, it's gonna sound crazy, but he looks like you. He has auburn hair and a single white bang at the left side. His skin is tanned but that's because we had just got back from Spain after a two-week long holiday and his eye colour is black," Jose explained, sitting back down and hugging her bare legs. Rogue stood up and paced the cell.
"We need to get out of here," she said abruptly, changing the subject. Jose nodded.
"Yeah, I know. But we can't use our powers," she said, gesturing towards the collar around her neck. Rogue fingered the collar around her own neck and tried to pull it off. With no luck.
"Your raght. We can't use our powers. But we can use our brains to make a plan and get out of here," she decided, closing her hands around the bars of the cell. She leaned her forehead against the cool metal.
"Just one question, Rogue. How?"