An: Okay no flaming, this is some random fic, I have no clue where I plan to go with it but we'll see.
This is a mostly Rogue story in third person POV.
Pairings: Hellboy and Liz, not much if any at all detail on them.
Do they know ahm mutant? The question just showed its head and she wondered why she hadn't questioned it before.
She groaned no longer looking forward to this job but still there was always a chance. She droved until she was tired, knowing she couldn't drive so tired, she looked around for a nice place to sleep she found a hotel. She pulled into it's parking lot and walked in ignoring the many rich people standing around.
"Can I help you miss?" she looked to see a bellboy.
"A room please for one and for one night," she said.
He looked her over and nodded and he grabbed her two bags and showed her too her room. The place was classy with elegant looking paintings and spacious hallways. It smelled of pine sol and grapes.
"Here you go miss," the boy put her stuff down and gave her a key card and she went inside the room.
It was an obvious low class room with a small bedroom and only a small bathroom. There was nothing else, no closet, no mirrors, and no windows. She shrugged, now wasn't the time to be picky. She went straight to sleep but her mind was plagued with the voices of her victims.
Dream
There was nothing, no light, no sounds, no smell, no type of scenery. She was there she knew that much but she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. Suddenly there was a dim light and she looked down seeing a white shadow. She moved her hand and it moved its hand. She kneeled down seeing, or rather sensing something there. The white shadow seemed unreal so she reached her hand down hoping to touch something solid but instead she seemed to go half through and just as she pulled her hand back something silver went straight through her hand. She jerked back as a reaction and saw her half arm.
"God!" She screamed.
She saw her arm, her flesh ripped and her muscles torn her bone hanging out. Blood, thick as syrup dripped from her arm and she looked down seeing her blood form into Magneto's helmet and then it became 3-D and he sneered stopping inches from her face. She fell back and saw little diamonds falling. She smiled seeing as how they were so beautiful and then one hit her. She realized they weren't diamonds but pieces of ice. They were frozen and dry; they stuck to her face and bare skin. With one hand she tried to block more form touching her only to have Bobby rip them off her face pulling only a think layer of skin off. She looked seeing she had her arm back and tossed Bobby like a rag.
"My turn," she heard John's voice and then turned around seeing fire.
She turned back around expecting the darkness she was used to but there was only more fire and then there was a form. She couldn't move and the form was coming closer and closer until.
"Surprised?" Carol Danvers emerged from the fire with a scary face.
End of Dream
She bolted awake and fell on her side still thinking she had no arm and when she realized it was another dream. She sighed and immediately took a shower knowing she'd never get back to sleep. She dressed in her X-men uniform that happened to be without a logo. She always wore it after a dream it was like a safety blanket. She grabbed her stuff and left paying and ignoring help. She looked at the clock and realized she's been sleep twelve hours. She needed to hurry she was still not close.
"Wait ah don't have t' hurry," she smiled.
She thought and for once she was glad she had a dream. She always could use the powers hours later. She knew just which one to use too. She found what she was looking for and then...BAMF! She woke up at the entrance to her destination. She smiled and blacked out. She woke up confused. She always did that when she used a power, it took so much out of her. What confused her was the time of day. It was Friday and two in the morning. She began to dive happy no one else was really on the road and she followed the navigation system in the car. She watched amazed at how busy everything was, she'd never been out on the streets past curfew and like the spirit of the place. Eventually she arrived at her destination a bit early but she figured what the hell.
There was a gate and a factory that read waste management. She got out the car and walked up to the speaker box and pressed talk.
"Yes?" a robot like voice replied.
"Uh...Ahm here for a job offer. Ahm Rogue and a bit early," she said.
There was a pause," Okay."
She got back in her car and the gates opened and she approached an old rusty looking factory. She grabbed her stuff and jumped when the door opened automatically. She walked in and shivered entering a room that was the size of a few basketball courts put together. She walked forward until someone spoke.
"You're on time...don't move." There was a single guy almost like a bellboy but worse, more stuck up.
She glared at him. His voice is so deep and fake, does he think he's god? Her stomach jumped slightly as the floor began to rise above her.
She looked around and realized she was sinking into the floor. She was used to things like this, living at the institute with a danger room, trap doors, and a jet under a court helped with that. She watched seeing she wasn't the only one moving around on a huge piece of floor. She ended up on the ground and saw that straight was the only way to go. She entered a room that seemed like a library. The lighting was yellow and dim and there was a wall that looked like a giant fish tank full of blue clean water. She saw a old style stair case, metal and all spiral reaching some unknown room.
TAP Tap TAP
She looked to see a blue fish guy. "Turn the pages please."
She smiled assuming he was a mutant and she was a bit relieved. He was a light blue with dark blue marking and webbed feet and hands. He had gills on his neck and he seemed to be waiting. "You're not an experiment right?"
"Heavens no," she turned to see a man older then her but not grandpa old. "Meet Abe."
"Ah have and he's sweet," she winked at him and turned the pages of all books.
"Myers," he introduced and held his hand out.
"My name is..." she trailed.
"Marie but you like to be called Rogue." Abe said.
"Great a telepath," she groaned, a bit angered he said her name, her real name. "Don't do it again."
"My apologies but I am not what you think I am," he said.
"Yeah whatever all I want to know is what exactly is this job offer?" she said getting right to the point.
"A liaison," Myers said.
"Isn't that like nanny?" Rogue said in disbelief.
"In a way," Myers relied his slightly wrinkled featured moving forming into a smirk.
"Ahm a mutant do you know what my power is?" she said.
"Abe," Myers said and as if on cue Abe began to speak.
"With a single touch of skin you steal any living things essence and memories and sometimes physical traits and habits." Abe said properly.
"How old are you fifty?" Rogue said as a joke, his attitude having been so knowing.
"Look at the inscriptions on the tank," Myers said amused.
Rogue glared but walked closer to the tank until she saw a metal plate with inscriptions, she read it aloud," I...uh...?" She couldn't read the word.
"Ichthyo," Myers replied for her.
"Right Ichthyo Sapiens...April 14, 1865," she looked at this Abe. "You're...she counted in her head," One-hundred and thirty nine years old?"
"One-hundred thirty nine and six months...it's October," he said precisely.
Rogue rolled her eyes and looked at Myers," The day Abraham Lincoln died. Hence 'Abe' Sapien." He said.
Myers inwardly smiled at the thought of Professor Broom having said those exact words to him once before, there was just one thing missing. He looked at the table a ways from her and saw what would reply the moment. He walked past her towards the table and picked up some tongs and grabbed one of the three green eggs.
"Rotten eggs!" she made a face.
"Yes," he put it in a small slot then another," For Abe it's a delicacy."
Rogue watched as he closed the hatch and then the eggs appeared in the water. Abe expertly swam and ate it. She made another face. "Okay ahm guessing Abe really isn't a mutant like myself...then how does he know so much about me if he has no powers?"
"Abe possesses a unique frontal lobe," he paused," unique is a word you'll be hearing a lot around here."
Rogue didn't understand his answer to her question but she still considered him a telepath. "Obviously this isn't waste management...so what is this place?"
The corner of Myers mouth turned up," As you entered the lobby, there was an inscription." He said.
She thought about everything she saw," On the desk...in Latin," she said.
"You study?" he asked.
"Not my memory," she almost snapped at him.
He looked at Abe not fully understanding, and ever since Professor Broom died and the world had been saved the feeling was foreign to him. "When she touches someone their psyche stays in her head permanently while everything else fades."
"Lets keep your powers a secret for now...besides I seriously doubt no touching will be a very big issue," Myers said.
"You sure that's such a great idea...ah mean ah wouldn't want t' put someone in coma." She said.
"I'm sure," he smiled.
He held out his hand," Professor John T. Myers...follow me."
He walked past her and she followed curious as to what would happen next," So about this nanny business ah ain't good wit babies, or anything under the age of twelve."
"He's not a baby at all Miss. Rogue." Professor Myers said.
End of chapter two R/R
