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In Westchester, New York, there was a mansion filled with many people. But unlike most mansions around the area, this was one a school. It is one of a kind. It's students are not normal humans, but mutants who were learning how to control their powers.
Inside, a birthday party was being held for one of the students. Everyone with in the mansion had been invited, even the teachers. Everyone there was enjoying themselves, except for one person.
A girl sat alone by herself in her room. She had not gone, but then again she wasn't even asked or given a invitation. She had heard about it from a classmate that had was bragging about what to get the birthday person. It hadn't been the first time this has happened to her.
She knew why they didn't invite her. It was because of her mutation and the rumors that were spread through the mansion about her. She had tried to tell some of the students it wasn't true, but they just ignored her and backed away like she was going to kill them.
So, instead of being a party she was in her room reading a book on her bed. She had already completed all of her homework for the next two days in all of her classes. She had been trying to get her mind off of once again being left behind, but it stung deeply.
It was not fair that her mutant powers absorbed people's memories. The first boy she had ever kissed, she had placed into a coma. Her parents gave her two choices; either leave on her own free will, or they would call the cops. After that she had made her way up to Canada, where she had met up with a man named Logan. He had protected her and didn't seem at all afraid of her mutation.
They soon arrived at the school she was in now. Many things had happened since she had arrived. For one, she had a boyfriend named Bobby Drake. They had dated for a while, but as soon as she came to the mansion they broke up. That was when it all started to happen. People who didn't seem to mind her started backing away in fear and would talk about her right in front of her. The only ones unphased were the teachers in the school, who were the ones that usually had to tell the students to be nice.
Only one student had been nice to her, and that was her room mate Jubilee. She was the only student that had stood up for her and would partner up with her in class. But those days are now over, she had been offered a once in a lifetime job in California and took it.
Then there was Logan, the man that had saved her and brought her to the school. He had left her at the school and went off to find out about his past. He had returned in a few short months, but then got up and left again. A week before he left, the woman he had feelings for had been killed after saving all of their lives.
She couldn't blame either one of them. They both had treated her like a normal human being. She understood their reasons for leaving and wished she had asked to come with one of them.
Most of the nights she had tried to keep herself entertained and think of other things. It, however, did not always work. She would find herself doing homework in her room and break into tears. She would never let it happen when she was in class, walking through the halls, or in the kitchen getting food.
She sighed as she turned the page of her romance novel. She wished she could be like the girl in the book, finding a romantic, handsome, mysterious man. Although, what she really wanted was someone to talk, laugh, joke, tell her feelings and secrets to. She would never admit it to anyone though. After all the time she had spent alone, she was starting to get use to it sadly.
She began to read the next page in her book, when a flash of white light appeared in the middle of her bedroom. She lowered the book and saw a man standing there wearing a long brown leather duster. 'What the hell?' She asked herself as she looked at him.
"Bonjour petit', y' be de Rogue, non?" Remy turned to look at a girl that looked as if she was eighteen years old. She had long brown hair and two white streaks. She was dressed her in black sweat pants and a grey tank top. 'Dis don' look too good, look like de petit' goin' to scream soon.' He thought to himself.
"Who the hell are ya and how did ya get in here?" She asked as she placed the book by her side. 'This has ta be a dream, people do not appear outta no where. Unless they are a teleporter like Kurt.' She thought to herself, never taking her eyes off of him.
"Calm down petit', Gambit is not here to hurt y'. He was sent here to-" He began to explain himself, but she cut him off before he could finished his sentence.
"Ya were sent here why? Ta kidnaped meh? Listen buddy, tell ya boss or whoever sent ya ta go screw themselves. Now just leave meh alone." She growled at him. She seriously hoped he hadn't come to kidnaped her. With Logan gone, there was no one there would that risk his or her life for her now. She doubt anyone else would care if she was kidnaped, they would probably not notice a thing.
"Non, not here to kidnaped y', was sent here to protect y'." He explained. From the look on her face, he knew she wasn't buying it. 'Merde, dis is gonna be a long night.' He thought to himself.
"How do Ah know ya aren't lyin?" She glared at him. She really wished someone, anyone would come up and just open the door to see this stranger in here. They may not care about her, but the fact that someone got into the mansion they would care about.
"Gambit swear on his..." He stopped for a moment after realizing he had to think of something else. He couldn't say he would swear on his life, since he had lost it. "soul. I swear I mean y' no harm." He once again tried to calm her down. 'Why couldn't Remy just get a easy one? Mebbe one dat was shy and accepted so dat way dis be over with soon. Although, dis fille sure is belle.' He thought to himself.
"Ah still don't trust ya." She stated. "Ya just appear outta no where and expect meh ta trust ya, dream on." She rolled her eyes at him. "Listen, here is a idea for ya. Leave!" She shouted as she picked up her book again and threw it at him. The book passed right through his body and hit the wall. Her eyes widen as she jumped off her bed and backed up towards the wall. "What are ya?"
"Gambit be sent here to help y', he heard y' be not to happy wit y'r life." He told her. He could see the book that she threw at him from the corner of his eye. 'Dat be depressin'.' He thought to himself. It never dawned on him that he would never be able to touch another living or nonliving thing again.
"Like Ah'm really gonna believe that. Ah know of mutants that can teleport and phase through stuff. How do Ah know ya don't have that power? Ah can tell bah ya eyes that ya are a mutant." She questioned him as she looked at his red on black eyes.
"Use to be a mutant, till I died. Den dey said dat I should be y'r guardian angel." He explained to her.
'What is this guy on crack or somethin?' She thought to herself, still not buying what he was saying. 'Ah don't buy that he is a angel. Well maybe his face looks like one, but his eyes look demonic.' She mused to herself.
She heard footsteps outside her door and then a loud knock. "Rogue, may I come in?" She heard Scott Summers ask from behind the door. She looked over at Remy and smiled.
"If Ah were ya, I would leave now." She whispered him as she turned back to the door. "Sure, come in." She called to her teacher.
The door opened and Scott took a step inside the room. "I heard a noise from downstairs, I was wondering if you were okay?" He asked her.
Rogue looked over at Remy. "He can' see moi, petit'. Believe moi now?" He asked her. Scott looked over at where she was looking at.
"Ah'm fine, thanks anyways Mr. Summers." She said to him. She took a seat on her bed again.
'What was she starring at?' Scott thought to himself. "Well, if you ever need to talk with someone." He began to tell her.
"Ah know, Ah can talk ta ya. Ya told meh that two weeks ago, and so did Ororo, the Professor, and Kurt. Ah'm fine. Ah don't know what that noise was, but thanks for checkin up on meh." She thanked him as he nodded at her.
"Good-night Rogue." He told her as he shut the door behind him. Rogue looked back at Remy.
"Okay, so what did ya do ta make him not see ya?" She demanded.
Remy sighed. "Didn' do nothin'. No one can see moi, except for y'." He explained to her, again.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Well guess, what Mr. Guardian Devil. Ah'm just dreamin right now. When Ah wake up, tomorrow will be no different than how mah normal days go. Everyone will ignore meh, and that's how Ah like it." She lied. "Ah don't need someone ta watch over meh, Ah can do it mahself."
'What crawled up dis femme's ass and died?' He was tempted to ask her, but decided it would only get him no where. "Ain' dat de biggest cry for help, I've ever heard. Everyone needs someone to look out for dem, y'r no different. Y' may say y' don' need someone, but I can see right through dat. Y' no different." He folded his arms over his chest and stared back at her.
"And ya don't know meh, so how could ya know?" She growled at him. "What the heck am Ah doin? This is all just a dream." She remembered herself.
"Y' can deny it all y' want, but when y' wake up Gambit still gonna be here. Also, de only one y' are foolin' is y'rself. Not all of my powers are gone, I still got my empathy and it be tellin' moi dat y' sad and hurt. Now either, we can keep playin' dis little game, which Gambit don' mind he got all de time in de world. But it look kinda funny for someone to check up on y' and y' arguin' with de air. So either except dat Gambit be here or he can follow y' around and y' can bitch at him. Make no difference to moi, petit'." He shot back at her.
Rogue rolled her eyes at him as she laid down on her bed. "Fine, we can do this the hard way. Cause ya ain' real in the mornin' ya will be gone and I will be thinkin' why the hell am Ah dreamin about some guy Ah never met?" She told him. She reached her arm across to her night stand and turned off her lamp.
Remy sighed as he looked down at Rogue. 'Remy is gonna be here a long time.' He mused to himself as he looked out the window. The moon's light shined through the window, giving the darkened room some light.
'So much beauty and anger in her, mebbe dis is de reason Gambit died so he could help her out?' He thought silently as he watched her sleep.
Rogue knew he was still there as she turned onto her side away from the side of the bed he was on. She didn't want to admit it, but she kind of liked talking with someone, or in this case fighting with them. 'Ah got to admit, he is kinda cute. If Jubilee saw him she would be droolin.' She smiled to herself sadly. 'Ah wish she was still here.' Was her last through before she drifted off to sleep.
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