~Okay. this is breaking quite a few rules- but- who cares?! If you do. then
don't read. lol.
Summary: Rogue's never joined nor met the X-men. She's been raised by Mystique and even more, by Irene. Rogue, living with Mystique and Irene all her live, she has been raised to prepare for service under Magneto, though Mystique keeps the Magneto and his men secret from her until she agrees to join them. Why would she not? She's having doubts about weather or not this would be the right thing to do- what happens though when Magneto shows up in her house, inviting her to join the acolytes?
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters, names, whatever- blah blah blah
When using word, dot dot dot doesn't work, so I will be using '~' in it's place~ K?~
She thrust her fist at the red head only to have it knocked aside. She side-stepped a punch from the woman and ducked in to land a blow in the woman's stomach.
The woman took a few steps back and Rogue lunged. Her foot out, headed for the red head's chest. The red head was ready though. Blue hands wrapped around her ankle.
Rogue thrust her body sideways so her body spun and Mystique's hold loosened. Rogue held out her other foot to catch her from her fall. Her other foot slipped from Mystique's grasp.
As she looked up after steadying herself she saw a palm flying toward her nose.
Rogue lifted her hands to block it and leaned back to stay away, but it was too late.
She closed her eyes and waited for impact, but it didn't come. She opened one eye, then the next. The hand was being held in front of her face. It then dropped. "No need for us both to get hurt." Mystique said with a smile. "I believe I win this one."
Rogue nodded and walked over to a bench to grab a towel. She wiped the sweat off her face, she then hung it around her neck. As she turned around she jumped, for Mystique was right there.
"You're doing well Rogue. I believe you'll grow up to be everything I've come to expect. Perhaps more. When will you decide to join us?"
Rogue shook her head. "Ah don' know. Ah mean, is this really the future Ah want fo' mahself?" Rogue asked, mostly to herself.
"What other lives are there to be had?" Mystique asked.
"Ah dunno~ there's school-"
"And you have no friends there! You're an outcast. And, relationships are out of the question too. You can't touch, dear. So, what else is there left for you?" Mystique asked.
"Ah-Ah-Ah jus' want t'see. Ah just need time. Ah know, yo've given me plenty o' time, but still." Rogue trailed off.
"I see." Mystique sighed. Her voice then changed; louder, more formal. "Irene will be waiting for you. Go take a shower and get changed. Same time tomorrow. Tell that to Irene." Mystique finished. She then transformed into Raven Darkholm and then she left. Rogue watched till she was gone, then dropped onto the bench.
She absently rubbed her neck with her towel to rid her of sweat. She then stood up and headed for the showers. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing as she mechanically turned the water to the right temperature and slipped out of her sparing clothes. She was instead thinking about Mystique's words. She had told her what Rogue had told herself millions of times before. There was no hope for a relationship. No man wanted a woman they couldn't touch.
Rogue stepped into the shower and ran her fingers through her hair.
And what of the life Mystique had proposed for her? A life of fighting? A life surrounded by people who would fear and hate her for what she was, and being set on killing them. Every last one of them, leaving only the mutants. Seemed like the same thing either way. That was what made the decision so difficult. She didn't want to do to them what they would do to her.
She then thought about her duel with Mystique. She had lost~ again. What could she do next time to win? Perhaps she shouldn't have gone into that flying kick. It had seemed okay at the time. Still did. Perhaps she hadn't caught Mystique off guard enough. All she had done was ram her in the stomach with her shoulder. Perhaps that just hadn't been enough. Next time, perhaps she would go for the ribs. It would probably give her better results.
Rogue found herself turning off the water and wrapping a towel around herself before she realized that she was even doing it. She had become so accustomed to this routine over the years that she was doing it without even thinking about it.
She was in her usual outfit and a bag was slinged over her shoulder as she went to find Irene. "Ah'm ready t'go home." Rogue told her as she entered the room Irene was in.
"How did practice go?" Irene asked conversationally.
Rogue shrugged. "Normal Ah guess. Mystique won again." Rogue replied.
"You'll win when you're ready. You're holding back. Why?" Irene asked.
Rogue laughed, almost nervously. "Ah'm not holdin' back. Why would Ah do that?" Rogue asked.
"Hmmm." Irene thought. "You are further from acceptance then I thought." But she didn't say any more, and Rogue did not want to pursue the subject.
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A few weeks later Rogue found herself in the gym again facing Mystique.
"Ready Rogue?" Mystique asked.
Something in Rogue clicked and a smile appeared on her face. "In a real fight, no one asks y'if yo're ready." Rogue replied. She then abruptly stepped toward Mystique, punching in at her chin.
Mystique jumped back immediately. Rogue was upon her though. Mystique knocked away a fist as Rogue tried to punch in at her. Rogue then blocked a fist from Mystique.
She jumped aside to avoid a kick from Mystique. Rogue grabbed Mystique's arm and pulled her over her hip.
Mystique fell hard on the thin mat, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. Rogue stepped toward the fallen woman and did an axis kick, Mystique rolled away though and Rogue's foot met the mat.
Mystique was on her feet now and she was performing a round house kick. Rogue backed away and out of rang. As soon as she could though, she punched in at Mystique's shoulder. Mystique side-stepped it and grabbed Rogue's covered wrist. She then pulled Rogue out and right off her feet.
Rogue fell onto her back, but didn't wait from Mystique to make a move. She gripped Mystique's ankle and pulled, then rolled into her so she fell backward onto her back.
Both got immediately to their feet but Rogue found an opening. She punched high so Mystique would block high. She then thrust her shoulder fiercely into Mystique's ribs.
"Gwahh!" Mystique growled as she staggered back in pain, hands on her ribs.
Rogue was soaring towards her again, her foot soaring through the air. Her foot made contact this time and Mystique flew back onto her back. Mystique gasped for breath for a second, then propped herself up on her elbows.
Mystique laughed. "You've won Rogue."
Rogue smiled, then held out a gloved hand. Mystique took it and Rogue helped her to her feet. "It was probably jus' luck." Rogue said with a shrug as she wiped her forehead with her towel.
"Maybe, but you still won. Both Irene and myself believe you've been capable of it, just holding back." Mystique raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Ah-uh-why would Ah do that?" Rogue asked.
Mystique shook her head with a sigh. "Take your shower and Irene will be waiting. Keep practicing." Mystique said, morphing into Raven.
Rogue nodded and walked quickly to the showers as Mystique walked out and headed who knows where.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue tapped her pencil on her chemistry homework. Her mind wasn't on her homework though. She was wondering what it meant to win.
Rogue laid her pencil down and played aimlessly with the many bracelets on her arms. She picked up a marker and began coloring one of the thick silver ones black.
Suddenly, the windows banged open and Rogue stood instantly alert. A figure appeared by the window, and it was getting larger. Obviously it was headed for her room.
Rogue got in a fighting stance and waited. A man flew into the room. Wore a lot of red, a cape, and an extremely dorkey hat.
"What are ya doin' here?! Who are you? Yer not welcome here!" Rogue demanded.
The man smiled and assessed her. This made Rogue both more nervous and angry.
She felt a tug at her wrist and looked to see all her metal bracelets lifted up against her gloves.
"I believe, Rogue, that I am welcome here. Just perhaps not by you." The man replied. The bracelets were then guiding her wrists out. She tried to squirm out of them but she couldn't and now she was being dragged toward the man.
"Hmmm. So this is Rogue." He thought aloud. "Mystique holds you in high esteem." The man said to Rogue this time as he took a closer look at her. She was only feet away from him, her wrists hovering above the man's hand.
"Who are you?" Rogue snarled, knowing that if he didn't explain and free her, she'd kick him.
"I'm Magneto. Mystique works for me." He informed her.
"Oh, now y'tell me! What do y'want? Ah've got homework t'do!" Rogue demanded.
"Mystique tells me of your progress." He told her. Her wrists came fee, but two of her bracelets remained hovering over his hands. "I think you're ready for me to invite you to join my men." Magneto finished.
The bracelet's were wrapping themselves around each other, then curving back into a bracelet.
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, then shut it. She looked down as her amended bracelets slipped onto her wrist.
"Ah see where y'got the name." Rogue spoke, admiring the entwined metal around her wrist.
Magneto nodded slightly. Rogue looked back up at him. He was watching her. "What do you say to my offer?" Magneto questioned.
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, closed it once again, then shook her head. She didn't know what she wanted to do.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Think on it." He told her, he was then walking away from her, and was gone.
Rogue stared off in his direction, then went downstairs. Irene had a book on her lap and she was running her hand across the pages so she could read it.
"Irene?" Rogue asked, announcing her presence.
Irene looked up and in Rogue's direction. "Yes?"
"Does Mystique know a man named Magneto?" Rogue asked sitting down next to Irene.
Irene closed the book and set it aside. "She hasn't told you about Magneto yet?"
"O.K. Ah'll take that as she knows 'em. But no, Mystique wasn' gonna tell meh 'bout the people involved till Ah agreed t'help." Rogue explained.
Irene nodded. "Then how did you know about him?" Irene asked.
"He was just in mah room." Rogue replied.
"Excuse me?!" Irene questioned in surprise.
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Questions, comments, suggestions, flames (thought I don't prefer falmes~) click the blue button and review. *smiles* Thankey..
^Crysala^
Summary: Rogue's never joined nor met the X-men. She's been raised by Mystique and even more, by Irene. Rogue, living with Mystique and Irene all her live, she has been raised to prepare for service under Magneto, though Mystique keeps the Magneto and his men secret from her until she agrees to join them. Why would she not? She's having doubts about weather or not this would be the right thing to do- what happens though when Magneto shows up in her house, inviting her to join the acolytes?
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters, names, whatever- blah blah blah
When using word, dot dot dot doesn't work, so I will be using '~' in it's place~ K?~
She thrust her fist at the red head only to have it knocked aside. She side-stepped a punch from the woman and ducked in to land a blow in the woman's stomach.
The woman took a few steps back and Rogue lunged. Her foot out, headed for the red head's chest. The red head was ready though. Blue hands wrapped around her ankle.
Rogue thrust her body sideways so her body spun and Mystique's hold loosened. Rogue held out her other foot to catch her from her fall. Her other foot slipped from Mystique's grasp.
As she looked up after steadying herself she saw a palm flying toward her nose.
Rogue lifted her hands to block it and leaned back to stay away, but it was too late.
She closed her eyes and waited for impact, but it didn't come. She opened one eye, then the next. The hand was being held in front of her face. It then dropped. "No need for us both to get hurt." Mystique said with a smile. "I believe I win this one."
Rogue nodded and walked over to a bench to grab a towel. She wiped the sweat off her face, she then hung it around her neck. As she turned around she jumped, for Mystique was right there.
"You're doing well Rogue. I believe you'll grow up to be everything I've come to expect. Perhaps more. When will you decide to join us?"
Rogue shook her head. "Ah don' know. Ah mean, is this really the future Ah want fo' mahself?" Rogue asked, mostly to herself.
"What other lives are there to be had?" Mystique asked.
"Ah dunno~ there's school-"
"And you have no friends there! You're an outcast. And, relationships are out of the question too. You can't touch, dear. So, what else is there left for you?" Mystique asked.
"Ah-Ah-Ah jus' want t'see. Ah just need time. Ah know, yo've given me plenty o' time, but still." Rogue trailed off.
"I see." Mystique sighed. Her voice then changed; louder, more formal. "Irene will be waiting for you. Go take a shower and get changed. Same time tomorrow. Tell that to Irene." Mystique finished. She then transformed into Raven Darkholm and then she left. Rogue watched till she was gone, then dropped onto the bench.
She absently rubbed her neck with her towel to rid her of sweat. She then stood up and headed for the showers. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing as she mechanically turned the water to the right temperature and slipped out of her sparing clothes. She was instead thinking about Mystique's words. She had told her what Rogue had told herself millions of times before. There was no hope for a relationship. No man wanted a woman they couldn't touch.
Rogue stepped into the shower and ran her fingers through her hair.
And what of the life Mystique had proposed for her? A life of fighting? A life surrounded by people who would fear and hate her for what she was, and being set on killing them. Every last one of them, leaving only the mutants. Seemed like the same thing either way. That was what made the decision so difficult. She didn't want to do to them what they would do to her.
She then thought about her duel with Mystique. She had lost~ again. What could she do next time to win? Perhaps she shouldn't have gone into that flying kick. It had seemed okay at the time. Still did. Perhaps she hadn't caught Mystique off guard enough. All she had done was ram her in the stomach with her shoulder. Perhaps that just hadn't been enough. Next time, perhaps she would go for the ribs. It would probably give her better results.
Rogue found herself turning off the water and wrapping a towel around herself before she realized that she was even doing it. She had become so accustomed to this routine over the years that she was doing it without even thinking about it.
She was in her usual outfit and a bag was slinged over her shoulder as she went to find Irene. "Ah'm ready t'go home." Rogue told her as she entered the room Irene was in.
"How did practice go?" Irene asked conversationally.
Rogue shrugged. "Normal Ah guess. Mystique won again." Rogue replied.
"You'll win when you're ready. You're holding back. Why?" Irene asked.
Rogue laughed, almost nervously. "Ah'm not holdin' back. Why would Ah do that?" Rogue asked.
"Hmmm." Irene thought. "You are further from acceptance then I thought." But she didn't say any more, and Rogue did not want to pursue the subject.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A few weeks later Rogue found herself in the gym again facing Mystique.
"Ready Rogue?" Mystique asked.
Something in Rogue clicked and a smile appeared on her face. "In a real fight, no one asks y'if yo're ready." Rogue replied. She then abruptly stepped toward Mystique, punching in at her chin.
Mystique jumped back immediately. Rogue was upon her though. Mystique knocked away a fist as Rogue tried to punch in at her. Rogue then blocked a fist from Mystique.
She jumped aside to avoid a kick from Mystique. Rogue grabbed Mystique's arm and pulled her over her hip.
Mystique fell hard on the thin mat, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. Rogue stepped toward the fallen woman and did an axis kick, Mystique rolled away though and Rogue's foot met the mat.
Mystique was on her feet now and she was performing a round house kick. Rogue backed away and out of rang. As soon as she could though, she punched in at Mystique's shoulder. Mystique side-stepped it and grabbed Rogue's covered wrist. She then pulled Rogue out and right off her feet.
Rogue fell onto her back, but didn't wait from Mystique to make a move. She gripped Mystique's ankle and pulled, then rolled into her so she fell backward onto her back.
Both got immediately to their feet but Rogue found an opening. She punched high so Mystique would block high. She then thrust her shoulder fiercely into Mystique's ribs.
"Gwahh!" Mystique growled as she staggered back in pain, hands on her ribs.
Rogue was soaring towards her again, her foot soaring through the air. Her foot made contact this time and Mystique flew back onto her back. Mystique gasped for breath for a second, then propped herself up on her elbows.
Mystique laughed. "You've won Rogue."
Rogue smiled, then held out a gloved hand. Mystique took it and Rogue helped her to her feet. "It was probably jus' luck." Rogue said with a shrug as she wiped her forehead with her towel.
"Maybe, but you still won. Both Irene and myself believe you've been capable of it, just holding back." Mystique raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Ah-uh-why would Ah do that?" Rogue asked.
Mystique shook her head with a sigh. "Take your shower and Irene will be waiting. Keep practicing." Mystique said, morphing into Raven.
Rogue nodded and walked quickly to the showers as Mystique walked out and headed who knows where.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue tapped her pencil on her chemistry homework. Her mind wasn't on her homework though. She was wondering what it meant to win.
Rogue laid her pencil down and played aimlessly with the many bracelets on her arms. She picked up a marker and began coloring one of the thick silver ones black.
Suddenly, the windows banged open and Rogue stood instantly alert. A figure appeared by the window, and it was getting larger. Obviously it was headed for her room.
Rogue got in a fighting stance and waited. A man flew into the room. Wore a lot of red, a cape, and an extremely dorkey hat.
"What are ya doin' here?! Who are you? Yer not welcome here!" Rogue demanded.
The man smiled and assessed her. This made Rogue both more nervous and angry.
She felt a tug at her wrist and looked to see all her metal bracelets lifted up against her gloves.
"I believe, Rogue, that I am welcome here. Just perhaps not by you." The man replied. The bracelets were then guiding her wrists out. She tried to squirm out of them but she couldn't and now she was being dragged toward the man.
"Hmmm. So this is Rogue." He thought aloud. "Mystique holds you in high esteem." The man said to Rogue this time as he took a closer look at her. She was only feet away from him, her wrists hovering above the man's hand.
"Who are you?" Rogue snarled, knowing that if he didn't explain and free her, she'd kick him.
"I'm Magneto. Mystique works for me." He informed her.
"Oh, now y'tell me! What do y'want? Ah've got homework t'do!" Rogue demanded.
"Mystique tells me of your progress." He told her. Her wrists came fee, but two of her bracelets remained hovering over his hands. "I think you're ready for me to invite you to join my men." Magneto finished.
The bracelet's were wrapping themselves around each other, then curving back into a bracelet.
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, then shut it. She looked down as her amended bracelets slipped onto her wrist.
"Ah see where y'got the name." Rogue spoke, admiring the entwined metal around her wrist.
Magneto nodded slightly. Rogue looked back up at him. He was watching her. "What do you say to my offer?" Magneto questioned.
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, closed it once again, then shook her head. She didn't know what she wanted to do.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Think on it." He told her, he was then walking away from her, and was gone.
Rogue stared off in his direction, then went downstairs. Irene had a book on her lap and she was running her hand across the pages so she could read it.
"Irene?" Rogue asked, announcing her presence.
Irene looked up and in Rogue's direction. "Yes?"
"Does Mystique know a man named Magneto?" Rogue asked sitting down next to Irene.
Irene closed the book and set it aside. "She hasn't told you about Magneto yet?"
"O.K. Ah'll take that as she knows 'em. But no, Mystique wasn' gonna tell meh 'bout the people involved till Ah agreed t'help." Rogue explained.
Irene nodded. "Then how did you know about him?" Irene asked.
"He was just in mah room." Rogue replied.
"Excuse me?!" Irene questioned in surprise.
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Questions, comments, suggestions, flames (thought I don't prefer falmes~) click the blue button and review. *smiles* Thankey..
^Crysala^