Disclaimer: The X-Men Evolution characters aren't mine. Duh, I'm not that creative.
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She hadn't gone too far past the entrance into the school when she heard them, whispering amongst themselves with pointed looks in her direction. Pursing her lips and pushing a lock of white hair out of her eyes sourly, Rogue did her best imitation of a deaf person, combined with a cold shimmer in her expressive green eyes, daring anyone to get in her way. They weren't worth it. Definitely not worth letting them have the satisfaction of seeing an effect on her. And what effect anyway? Who cares about those losers anyhow? Who cares? Who needs them?
She just didn't understand it. What had she done to deserve this? Just what was her crime against the heavens that made the Gods punish her like this; making her an outcast, a freak, and furthermore unable to relish the precious gift of touch. Why was she tortured every day, ridiculed every single moment, every where she went, taunted by everyone else who took the pleasure of caresses and casual brushes for granted. She could only find relief in solitude, where she could be free of being so cautious, where she could pretend to have control, over her powers, over everything. Where she could be normal.
Ironic then, how solitude also made her suffer terribly. There, her loneliness was more pronounced, increased from its usual dull pain within her, becoming a sharp pain in her chest, longing washing over her. She was always alone, even around the others, her 'family.' And it was even worse now that she had discovered her best friend, Risty, to be... It made her want to scream whenever she thought about her. Risty had made her feel almost normal sometimes. Normal.
What she wouldn't give for just...
A titter nearby interrupted her thoughts and she glanced up reflexively to the sound of her name, regretting it as soon as she saw the sneer. Taryn. Rogue scowled fiercely and ignored any words, striding past them to her locker, misplaced to be near Taryn's and her cronies'. They shied away from her.
"You're not wanted here, mutie. You're contaminating our air supply."
"What diff'rence does it make, yah'll are as screwed up as can be anyhow. So fuck off," she replied, a low growl emanating from her chest as she slammed her locker closed, spinning on her heel and storming off to her class.
*Ah hate school.* Rogue clenched her fists. *Ah hate mah lahfe, o' whatevah they call it. This is no way a lahfe. This is no way o' livin'*
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Well, there you go, my first chapter. You'll have to forgive the accents, I have no idea how to really do them.
:) Review would be great, thanks!
Rielyn