A/N: I've been meaning to write this for a while.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution. Most greiviously.
Rememberance
By: Crystal, aka Matt & Mimi
Prologue.
Fire, everywhere. Obscuring her vision, enveloping buildings, dancing in the air. The fire had taken over her world.
And yet...
A small boy's tears could be heard by the girl known only as Rogue to even her dearest friends. A small boy with white-blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes stood, sniffling quietly, as he looked around the streets.
"Where are you...?" he whispered softly, not in English, yet somehow, Rogue could understand the words as clearly as if she'd known them her whole life.
"What's the matter?" Rogue asked the boy. But it was as if he could not hear her as he walked blithely past her, intent in his search.
"Where are you?" he called out now, louder, more urgently. "Please, where are you?"
A voice cried out now, incoherent due to the distance between Rogue's ears and the caller's voice, but it sounded panicked even at this distance.
"Oh, God," the boy breathed. "I'm coming!"
As the boy ran intently in the direction of the voice, Rogue followed in hot pursuit, interested to know what would happen next to this boy and his search. It came as a surprise when the boy stopped suddenly in front of a water fountain, and Rogue barely managed to keep herself from falling in.
"There you are," the boy said, obviously relieved. "I was worried!"
Rogue looked over to where the boy was talking. A girl, probably the same tender age as the boy, looked up at him from her huddled position near the fountain, peeking with the same blue eyes as the boy through auburn hair that was slick with sweat.
"I'm sorry," the girl whispered in the same language as the boy, her voice made shaky from prolonged crying. "I didn't mean to... it was an accident, I swear..."
"Shh..." the boy said to the girl reassuringly. "It's okay..."
The boy helped the girl up, and the two ran out of the town, with Rogue in hot pursuit. Trees whirled by in a strange kaliedescope of orange flames and green leaves. But the girl tripped, and both Rogue and the boy stopped.
"You have to get up," the boy said urgently.
"Witch!"
Rogue whirled sharply around. A group of adults stood, glaring sternly at the young children.
"She's not a witch!" the boy yelled defiantly, shielding his sister from the villager's glares with his body.
"Get out of the way, boy," a particularly burly man spat, striding over to the boy. The man firmly slapped the boy. As the boy fell to the ground, the girl cried out desperately.
"Oh, no, no!" the girl screamed. "PIETRO!!"
And that is how Rogue came to wake up in the dead of the night, screaming her lungs out.
TBC...
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution. Most greiviously.
Rememberance
By: Crystal, aka Matt & Mimi
Prologue.
Fire, everywhere. Obscuring her vision, enveloping buildings, dancing in the air. The fire had taken over her world.
And yet...
A small boy's tears could be heard by the girl known only as Rogue to even her dearest friends. A small boy with white-blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes stood, sniffling quietly, as he looked around the streets.
"Where are you...?" he whispered softly, not in English, yet somehow, Rogue could understand the words as clearly as if she'd known them her whole life.
"What's the matter?" Rogue asked the boy. But it was as if he could not hear her as he walked blithely past her, intent in his search.
"Where are you?" he called out now, louder, more urgently. "Please, where are you?"
A voice cried out now, incoherent due to the distance between Rogue's ears and the caller's voice, but it sounded panicked even at this distance.
"Oh, God," the boy breathed. "I'm coming!"
As the boy ran intently in the direction of the voice, Rogue followed in hot pursuit, interested to know what would happen next to this boy and his search. It came as a surprise when the boy stopped suddenly in front of a water fountain, and Rogue barely managed to keep herself from falling in.
"There you are," the boy said, obviously relieved. "I was worried!"
Rogue looked over to where the boy was talking. A girl, probably the same tender age as the boy, looked up at him from her huddled position near the fountain, peeking with the same blue eyes as the boy through auburn hair that was slick with sweat.
"I'm sorry," the girl whispered in the same language as the boy, her voice made shaky from prolonged crying. "I didn't mean to... it was an accident, I swear..."
"Shh..." the boy said to the girl reassuringly. "It's okay..."
The boy helped the girl up, and the two ran out of the town, with Rogue in hot pursuit. Trees whirled by in a strange kaliedescope of orange flames and green leaves. But the girl tripped, and both Rogue and the boy stopped.
"You have to get up," the boy said urgently.
"Witch!"
Rogue whirled sharply around. A group of adults stood, glaring sternly at the young children.
"She's not a witch!" the boy yelled defiantly, shielding his sister from the villager's glares with his body.
"Get out of the way, boy," a particularly burly man spat, striding over to the boy. The man firmly slapped the boy. As the boy fell to the ground, the girl cried out desperately.
"Oh, no, no!" the girl screamed. "PIETRO!!"
And that is how Rogue came to wake up in the dead of the night, screaming her lungs out.
TBC...