Author's Note: Long, long ago…(okay, two months ago, so sue me) I came up with an idea for this AU fic based on Rogue while listening to Love Her by Seether. The song, technically, is about a prostitute, but rest assured I did not make Rogue a prostitute. You'll have to read the story to find out about it, naturally, but this is just the prelude, and it's pretty short compared to what an actual chapter would be. And I'm typing this on my computer, instead of writing it first and then typing it onto my computer, so this is mainly off the top of my head stuff based off a concept. Don't have a clue how long this story will be, I only know the beginning and end. Stay with me, people.

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Xmen:Evo. If I did, it would still be on the air, and they wouldn't have stopped it before I found out what Apocalypse's power was. BUT we will never know. Of course, me and my friends think it's that he can destroy a world with the point of a finger and he makes a mean soufflé. I also don't own Love Her by Seether.

I met a girl who hated the world

Someone needed to know. Someone needed to be told. I don't know who is reading this, but even as I do my best to try and explain, you cannot come close to understanding.

Imagine this: a girl with auburn hair streaked with white toward the front, short, cold gray eyes set far into her face, pale skin and lips full, body curved and lean, perfect for fighting. Imagine a girl who has no morals, no respect for human life. Imagine a girl who sees the world for what it is: a cold and dark place, devoid of kindness and happiness, full of cruelty and misery. Imagine a girl who the world has wronged, and she wrecks vengeance upon all, so long as a dollar lies in her hand at the end of the day for her services. Imagine a girl whose paycheck is a gun, and employer is anyone who schemes. Imagine a girl who is everything everyone else could never be: cold, cruel, and ruthless. Imagine all of this, and you will not even begin to come close to the memory I hold.

I still remember her. Every aspect of her body, every lock of her hair. I still remember her eyes, that startling gray, so cold and heartless on the surface, so hard to see deeper. I still remember her.

I still remember the first day we met. I still remember the first time she ever let me in. I remember everything. She haunts me…I know she'll never let me forget.

Things could have been different. It could have ended different; we could have had a fairy tale ending. We could have been happy. She could have been happy. But that's not the way things worked out. And there's no point in looking into the past and changing things. I wouldn't change a moment.

She was untouchable, cold, and heartless. She could kill you without a second thought, hunt you without running out of breath, hurt you only with a look. She could haunt your dreams without you ever having seen her face; you could hear her voice without ever having met her. She was a legend, infamous, a villainess, a hero. She was the world, the sun, the moon, but she was treated like she was nothing, and that's the way she thought of herself. Beauty was something she possessed that I could never convince her of.

People misinterpreted her. People wanted to stone her just for breathing, but they never really knew her. To know her was to love her, and to love her was more dangerous than life itself. It was a love beyond love, to know and understand her, and I think I got close…I think I almost made it to that…I may never know.

But I still visit her, everyday, because I still remember her, and I think about her every day. I think about everything she ever said. I think about the one time I saw her smile, instead of that cold smirk she normally wore. I think about what used to be. Because I remember her. And I also remember her as she could have been.

Are you still listening? Because someone needed to be told. Someone needed to know. And in case you haven't gotten yet, I'll repeat myself.

Imagine a guy that was in love with this girl. Imagine a guy that wanted to help her. Imagine a guy who got really close, and yet he was still too far away. Imagine this, and then imagine the ending: he didn't quite make it in time. Whether it was from a lack of effort, or whether she could never be saved, but the fact was he didn't make it. I didn't make it. I didn't even come close.

Imagine all of this, and you will have my memory. Imagine all of this, and then you will remember her as I do. You will remember Rogue, and you will never forget.