Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. All belongs to Bryan Singer and the Marvel gods.
Title: Who is Rogue?
Rating: PG
Author: lurking-in-the-shadows
Summary: You've always seen Rogue as the sweet but untouchable southern belle, but do you really know what's going on in her head? Do you want to?
Dedication: To my reviewers, all two of them, Vegeta7423 and Abigail Marie. Thanks so much Abigail! Vegeta, you don't count, you're my best friend and you feel obligated to review. Just joking, I appreciate the both of you for reviewing, please continue to do so.
Author's Note: There is one small curse word in the last line of the chapter, you have been warned. Once again, please review. Good or bad, I appreciate your input.
David's POV
I thought I knew her. The brown haired girl with a soft voice and even softer eyes. The girl I made the baseball team for even though I hate the game, all sports for that matter. I thought I knew Marie D'Acanto. I guess I was wrong.
We sat in her room and she told me of her plans to journey to Alaska, travelling through Canada to reach her destination. I thought she was insane. We were just small town Mississippi kids and she planned to go to the land of ice and snow? I had never even seen snow and I knew for a fact that she hadn't either. When she lay down on her bed beside me I thought I could kiss her. That was my mistake.
Her lips were so soft under mine, like silk. She tasted of peaches and sunshine, reeking of innocence. That's when I felt the pull.
It was like nothing I had ever felt before. The rush of life leaving my body. My eyes flew open and I tried to pull away. Suddenly her lips no longer felt like silk, didn't taste of peaches and sunshine. Her rapidly widening eyes met mine and she stared as I writhed in agony, all rapture leaving her face as she watched my torment. My mind screamed at me to escape the pain, to run from the danger, but I was trapped.
It seemed like forever before I was released and, while my mind protested, I finally succumbed to the darkness that overtook my vision.
I was told, by a sweet brown-eyed nurse who, coincidentally, reminded me of Marie, when I finally clawed my way out from the endless void, that I had been out of it in the hospital for three weeks, in a coma she said. All that for one kiss from a slip of a girl from Meridian, Mississippi. It's strange but the first thought that ran through my head was, "I guess Marie isn't going to Alaska anymore." Not the fact that I was in a hospital or that my "girlfriend" was a mutant, but that she wouldn't be going to Alaska. I came to my senses a minute later. I had never felt so violated in my life. All with one little kiss.
I found out later that after I was taken to the hospital, Mr. D'Acanto kicked Marie out of the house, and I was glad that mutie bitch was gone.