<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/eb/5b/60eb5b068490896ade7303001fc6f212.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Character</strong>: Anna Marie / Rogue<br/><strong>Location</strong>: An unknown location, A workout room in a safe house (possibly in Europe, maybe?)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N/A<br/><hr/><hr/>Anna Marie bounced on her toes as she circled the bag before she threw another right hook.  The three pound gloves covering her hands did little to soften the blow as the bag swung back from the solid connection.  She bounced to her left and delivered a series of three body blows in rapid succession.  Her hips, weight, and shoulders all flowed into each blow.<br/><br/>She was madder than a wet hen 'n fixin' to tell someone 'bout it.  That someone was likely her Mama, Mystique.  Destiny and her had gone 'n picked up 'n dragged her to tarnation knows where.  Now her days were full of trainin' for somethin' or other.  Mama wouldn't tell her what.  Just that it was big 'n important.  She reckoned it had to be, else Mama wouldn't of dragged her cross an ocean 'n forbid her to do any sightseein'.  Reckon it was due to the fact that what they were doin was'n zactly legal.  Laws made by homo-sapiens for homo-sapiens.  Those fancy lawmakers hadn't considered Mutant-kind when they were busy draftin' the rules for everyone to live by.  Never thought some lil' girl might be born with the ability to absorb someone's memories 'n life with nothin' but a touch.  Ain't ever thought someone like that could even exist.<br/><br/>She spun and lashed out with a kick to the heavy bag.  The arc of her foot connected solidly with a thud.<br/><br/>Still, if Anna Marie had her druthers, she'd be sittin' in some school somewhere, livin' a normal life.  Not cursed with some power she couldn't control no matter how hard she tried.  Not cursed to never be able to touch her skin to another's.<br/><br/>None of it amounted to a hill o' beans anyway.  Folks like her existed now.  'N not those turncoat Avengers, or any government could stop what was comin'.  Their efforts were as good as a screen door on a submarine.  Mama was goin' make sure they never hurt no mutant again, 'n Rogue would be there ta help.