IC: ROGUE
Most people would start their story with their name, but not me. Why not? Because, to be honest, I'm not even sure what my name is. I'm not even sure where I'm from or who I am. This may sound pretty confusing, so allow me to clarify as best I can.
As far as I can tell, I grew up in the South. Where, exactly, is a mystery, but my guess is Mississippi. I do have some clear memories, and from them I can reason that I had a pretty average childhood. It wasn't until adolescence that things started to get...strange.
I was entering my Junior Year - I believe - of high school when my...abilities...manifested. We had a dance in September to celebrate the new school year. I went with my boyfriend Rich. We had been going out for about a month, but we still hadn't kissed. I knew that this was the night. Sure enough, during the first slow dance of the evening, Rich made his move. I couldn't have been happier.
Then...it...happened. Everything seemed normal for a moment, but suddenly my mind was flushed with strange, unknown thoughts and memories. I was trying to decipher them when I realized that something was wrong with Rich. His entire body was pale and dried-out. All his veins stood out in an eerie blue. I pulled back from our kiss, and he collapsed on the floor.
The memories still flashed through my mind. I was seeing a childhood, then an adolescence, then it came up to the exact moment when I ended the kiss. As I tried to focus on the memories, I saw myself in them. I saw the day that Rich asked me out. But it was from his point-of-view. I couldn't explain it, but somehow I knew that these were Rich's memories.
"Are you okay?" a teacher asked as she put her hand on my shoulder. It happened again. I was looking at new, fresh memories. Once again, it ended with the teacher collapsing. By this point, my classmates had begun to figure it out - you touch me, you get hurt. So they all backed off.
I found out later that Rich and the teacher were comatose. I was just thankful that they were alive. But I recognized the danger I posed, so I packed some things and ran away.
And I've been running ever since. Problem is, everywhere I go...it happens. So now I've absorbed all these memories and personalities, and I can't even remember which is which!
Every now and then, the psyches of my victims came forth, and my mind is taken over by them. It's a very scary experience as I cease to be...well, me. I've figured out that the longer I touch someone, the more I absorb. So now I cover up as much as I can...as to avoid accidental absorption.
But mistakes happen.