Cursed: Evolution At It's Best

Cursed… Evolution at its best 1

“Gifted? Hardly,” I scoffed. My dream world is one of the most wonderful places I know… Where I can be myself… The mutant… That I know I am… There you have it America… I'm a freak of nature or whatever… Call me what you will… anyways, on with the story.2

“Rogue, you—“I killed his gameboy just by playing it for three minutes… Gloveless, I am getting stronger aren't I?”3

“There’s no doubt in my mind Rogue,” Xavier assured me. 4

“Why?” I cried. “This ain't fair!” 5

I awake startled… “C'mon Angie, y’gotta get up, finals today…”6

You know what the sucky part is? It’s that I realize my dream was of the day before I had really killed his gameboy with just three minutes contact… I look at my hands as I have many a time, and sigh, sliding on my gloves, I know I've gotta live a normal life, but when you know you aren’t… Its hard, REALLY HARD. Not to say something, TELL SOMEONE… Just so they might be able to know how you feel… But they never do… 7

“I'm officially screwed…” I mutter. “What'd y' say?” My sister asks me… Her crystal blues sparkling like they always do. “Nuthin’” I reply, my usual gait, a sarcastic swing in my hips, and a: ‘bring it on’ attitude. “You're walkin' pretty well now…” She encourages me. “Yeah, thanks,” I say a little smile on my lips. “What’s the matter?” She queries… My heart lurches at the fact she asked me… And I’m not one to lie…8

“I…I…” I choke… Typical move, but what would she SAY? I didn’t want to risk the fact that she might totally think my comics were getting to my head… “I have this ability…” I begin slowly, “To… To… You might think this is too X-Men-ish or whatever… But I…” “Try me,” She challenges. “Memories, when I touch someone’s skin I…” She looks at me with the look of… Understanding in her eyes… No way… “And…” She prods. “I absorb them… Their memories, in regular people's cases… Energy, like the gameboy… In other people's cases, their powers, I mean, their… Abilities…” “Who'd uh thunk?” She said as if we were having a perfectly normal conversation… Paradox… The word popped in my head bemusedly. A contradiction in terms… Hmm, “What’s so bad about it?” She says as we are almost to my Astronomy class to finish my finals. “Its sort of cool… In a weird sort of way…” “Yeah,” I breathed… “It is…” The door slowly closes behind us… And I realize, I am gifted, in more ways then I could've ever imagined…       9