The Rogue, Daughter of the Metal Master

Chapter One

2:00 PM, Friday, October Fifth

Rogue sat on the edge of the roof at Bayville High, the wind blowing her hair across her face. She sighed and absently brushed it out of her eyes, apparently at ease with the height of her perch. She looked behind her at the sound of footsteps; whoever it was was moving almost silently, as if trying to hide.

She came face to face with a brown haired girl. Surprisingly, the girl had managed to get within arms' reach of Rogue before being heard. She was crouching behind Rogue, an arm outstretched as if to tap Rogue on the shoulder. She hesitated for a moment after Rogue turned, then allowed her hand to continue its path forwards. She had a strange, sad look on her face as she pushed Rogue off the roof.

"I'm sorry..." The girl whispered, her red eyes following Rogue's descent to the ground. A cloud of smoke appeared, as if out of nowhere, and curled itself around the girl. When the wind blew the cloud away, the girl was nowhere to be seen.

3:00 AM, Friday, October Fifth

Rogue sighed as she entered Charles Xavier's office. The man had woken her up with a telepathic request to come to his office. AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!!

"Rogue." He greeted. "I trust you slept well?" He was much too AWAKE for this time of the day.

'How could I, when you woke me up at his hour of the day?! Or should I say NIGHT?!' Rogue felt like yelling, but instead said, "Fahne, and you?" while checking to make sure her mental shields were secure.

"I slept quite well, thank you. But I didn't call you in here at three in the morning to practice your small talk, Rogue. It's about... Magneto, I suppose. You see, he... wants you to go live with him," The Professor raised a hand, in the sign for silence. "Wait. Let me continue.

"He wants you to live at his 'home' on a trial basis. You would be there for as long as you wanted, and you would be allowed to visit here as often as you wanted... If you would want to, that is. You would not be expected to join the brotherhood, or the acolytes. You would still go to school here in Bayville. You would not have to fight anymore, and you would have a choice of whether or not to continue your sessions with me here. If you did, they would be after school, every few days. Do you have any questions to ask before I continue?"

"Yeah, ah do. Why is he suddenlah showin' an interest in meh?" Rogue asked suspiciously.

"Well, he... he wants to become your guardian... again..." The Professor said uncomfortably.

"Again? What is that supposed ta mean?"

"Well... he's... He's your father, Rogue."

Rogue stared at him in shock, "You're joking with meh... right?" She asked.

"I'm afraid not, Rogue." Professor Xavier looked at her with something akin to... Rogue gave up trying to place the look. It was too confusing.

On the other hand, she knew what SHE was feeling... Nothing. She was feeling absolutely nothing. No happiness, so sadness, so anger, no pain... But there. There was an emotion... surprise. Shock, actually, would be the right word. She felt shocked. But that was all. She said (asked, really,) the first thing that came to mind. "H-how?"

I'm starting this story over, for the obvious reason that it came out horribly the first time. I'll put a short thing in at the beginning of chapter twelve, when I get chapter twelve up, that will go over any changes for those of you who don't want to re-read the whole thing. For the first few chapters, not much will be changed. The bigger changes will start to come when I get to chapter four or five.