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Author's Note: The reason for Rogue's powers has been explored many times before by many different authors, and most of the time I have found that their reason for why Rogue recieved the power that she did was as a result of sexual abuse. It's a very interesting theory, and one that I feel could quite possibly be true. However, when I came to write this chapter, I found that I really wanted to try and figure out some other reason for why Rogue's powers make her very flesh a weapon and render her untouchable. At first, I thought that maybe somebody could have put a spider down her back, and for awhile she didn't want anyone to touch her, and I was very tempted to explore this idea, as it would definitely be unexpected. But, when rewatching some of Evo reruns, namely the dreaded Christmas special, I got this idea, which I truely think that nobody will expect.
Marie
If there was emotion that could describe what the small child felt almost every day, it was jealousy. She was jealous that Melissa got new clothes that were all her own. She was jealous that David had actually had a mother. She was jealous of the twins Megan and Samuel, who had each other. But mostly, she was just jealous that their parents had bothered to name them before dying.
If there was one thing in the world that she could say that she hated with all of her might, it was her name.
Marie.
A name chosen for her by the matron of the orphanage, when she had realized that the nameless baby would need a name, as it appeared that it didn't plan on dying. The matron's cat had died earlier that week, and so Marie was the first name that came to the Matron's head.
The child had been named after a cat.
Not even her name was her own.
The child was well aware that she had absolutely nothing in the world. Her clothes were all second-hand, which she would evidently have to give up when she grew bigger. The ratted teddy bear had gone through three other owners already, and soon, she would have to give it up to another child, who "needed it more". She had no siblings. She had no father. She had no mother. And her name had belonged to someone else. Just like everything else did.
What did the child want more than anything else in the world, one might wonder?
It was a simple answer, really.
She wanted something that belonged to her and her only.
And at the moment, the only thing that she did have that was completely hers was her body.
And she guarded it jealousy.
Rogue