~I don't own X-men or anything for that matter. I'm 17 years old and I live
with my parents. I'm not cool. I have nothing. Except my mind!
~This has nothing to do with my other story! It's totally a different idea.
~Prologue~
She always felt alone all her life. Even before she developed her curse. Not many people were willing to talk to the Goth because of her appearance. She had dark brown hair with two platinum streaks framing her face; her make-up was heavy and hid her bright emerald green eyes. She wore mostly black, dark red and dark green clothes, so she never stood out; she just fell into the shadows.
She was only 17 years old, but had to deal with problems that no teenager should ever have to experience. Her curse was a mutation that would prevent her from ever hugging a friend, shaking a stranger's hand, or even kissing a boy. Anytime she had skin to skin contact with anyone, she would absorb their life. Even memories.
The first boy who ever liked her, she put in a coma. After that, she ran away from home, away from the place she was supposed to call home, but never did.
She was a 17 year old girl, a runaway, an outcast, a mutant, an enemy to all. She trusted no one and expected no one to trust her. So she went somewhere where she could hide, where she could always stay covered up, somewhere she could hide in the shadows and always wear a mask.
Rogue went to New Orleans.
~So what do you think? I bet you all think this will be a Romy. Well you may be right, and you may be wrong. I don't even know yet! I do know that Rogue and Remy will be close though. Let me know what kind of pairing you'd like. I'm open for just about anything. R&R~
Another side note: I won't post the last chapter of my other story yet, I haven't typed it yet but it is written. I just wanna keep you guys waiting for a while. Sorry! I'm evil. The wait won't be much longer. I know I shouldn't make another story until my other one is done, but everyone else does it, why can't I?
~This has nothing to do with my other story! It's totally a different idea.
~Prologue~
She always felt alone all her life. Even before she developed her curse. Not many people were willing to talk to the Goth because of her appearance. She had dark brown hair with two platinum streaks framing her face; her make-up was heavy and hid her bright emerald green eyes. She wore mostly black, dark red and dark green clothes, so she never stood out; she just fell into the shadows.
She was only 17 years old, but had to deal with problems that no teenager should ever have to experience. Her curse was a mutation that would prevent her from ever hugging a friend, shaking a stranger's hand, or even kissing a boy. Anytime she had skin to skin contact with anyone, she would absorb their life. Even memories.
The first boy who ever liked her, she put in a coma. After that, she ran away from home, away from the place she was supposed to call home, but never did.
She was a 17 year old girl, a runaway, an outcast, a mutant, an enemy to all. She trusted no one and expected no one to trust her. So she went somewhere where she could hide, where she could always stay covered up, somewhere she could hide in the shadows and always wear a mask.
Rogue went to New Orleans.
~So what do you think? I bet you all think this will be a Romy. Well you may be right, and you may be wrong. I don't even know yet! I do know that Rogue and Remy will be close though. Let me know what kind of pairing you'd like. I'm open for just about anything. R&R~
Another side note: I won't post the last chapter of my other story yet, I haven't typed it yet but it is written. I just wanna keep you guys waiting for a while. Sorry! I'm evil. The wait won't be much longer. I know I shouldn't make another story until my other one is done, but everyone else does it, why can't I?