There is always a chance for redemption they say... Characters: Anna Marie (Rogue), OTA Setting: New York, early morning Content: Violence Summary: Rogue goes out for a cup of coffee and then it all goes down hill.
The coffee tasted like crap here and the people stared, but Rogue still sank down in a chair. The simple, black brew before her steamed and she sipped carefully at the edge. Around her people fluttered past, most with fancy lattes topped with whip cream. Rogue had never understood the fasination with dessert and coffee combining, where she came from everyone just drank the coffee black...with maybe sugar. Just like they all drove in big pick up trucks on country back roads.
Head propped in a gloved hand, the southern belle silently turned the pages of a magazine. The images were seen, but th words were not comprehended. It was only to avoid drawing attention to herself, though she figured the gloves and covering clothing did that enough on their own. Hearing the jingle of the bell, Rogue glanced up and seeing it was another figure out for their morning caffine fix, she turned back to her magazine...until the gun was pulled.
A stick up in a coffee shop? The brunette barely had time to react before the man was pushing his way through the tables, pausing at the one beside her own. Two people sat there, hands clasped together across it's recently cleaned surface. The woman looked horrified, the man...porbably had peed his pants by now. Both were scrambling for words they couldn't quite get as the intruder lashed out.
" You lied to me...you said you would always love me and now your with this...this flith..." The gun jerked between the two. The man's eyes were wide, crazy and Rogue foolishly rose. Bare hands raised, she tried to keep her voice calm. " Hey, lets just put the gun down...settle this peacefully. No one has to get hurt." She said slowly, green eyes watching him closely. " No one has to die."
Rogue was only inches away from him, one hand ready to touch him. Automatically the gun was on her, she felt her heart race in her chest...she could die. Before she could think, she grabbed the gun, knocking them both to the floor with a crash. The gun was away, lost in the shuffle, her hands were on his face...she watched him turn rigid beneath her. Veins pulsed through his face as his energy was slowly absorbed into her...memories assulted her. The woman lyig to his face...his highschool graduation...
Numb and shaking, Rogue fell back, green eyes wide at his still figure...had she done it again? " She must be one of those freaks...a mutant. She killed him..." Those who were her allies suddenly became her enemies as she was revealed for what she was. " I didn't mean..." Her words were lost in the shuffle as the police arrived...sickness filled her gut. They had seen what she had done. Handcuffs on, she rose weakly...the man still lying unconcious...the officer said he was breathing weakly.
Rogue let herself be led away, the bright light of day waiting to greet her