Prolog:

Suddenly the quite of the mansion was interrupted by a piercing scream that was worse then Siren's, and that was saying something considering Siren's mutation was glass-shattering screams. Every member of the X-Men was out of their respective beds faster then Quicksilver could run. And that was saying something considering his gift was to run faster then the speed of light, it would not surprise anyone if he ran faster than sound.

Standing outside the door were students of various ages just looking inside as a man yelled for some help, Storm looked inside the room to see the two new mutants. Wolverine was sitting on his bed looking fearfully at the girl who had been with him when Cyclops and she saved him. They still didn't quite know what her powers were.

Jean came up behind Storm with Cyclops, Scott Summers, right behind her. "Logan? What's going on?" No one noticed the three razor sharp claws protruding from Rogue's back until Jean flicked on the lights.

"Jean? Help her." Logan said never once looking away from Rogue's face. "I didn't know she was in here… Help her!"

Strom was confused by the slight smile on the girl's face. She looked down at the claws, up at Logan. She looked straight into Logan's eyes and whispered, "Breathe, this might hurt." Everyone couldn't understand why she was saying it to him, considering she was the one being impaled by the three claws. Her hand reached toward his face. And again she said quietly, "Breathe, I'll be okay. Just breathe."

Logan looked at her hand as it rested on his cheek, suddenly his whole body tensed and the claws slid out of her chest. The holes left gushed blood, staining her nightgown crimson. Then right before their eyes the holes closed up, there were no scars left, no marred skin. Rogue pulled her hand from Logan's cheek, Logan slumped over.

Rogue turned toward them. "Ah'm sorry. Ah…. Didn't mean to disturb ya'll." With that she ran from the room. All the mutants there just assumed she was just running to her room. Before any of them thought to follow, the Professor called for a meeting, in the med-bay so that Jean could watch over Logan.

With the students in bed, half and hour after the incident, Storm, Jean, Scott, and an awakened Logan, sat before the Professor. "It seems as though Rogue's mutation is to borrow another mutant's life force and powers through skin to skin contact."

"Hey, Chuck, it felt like she was killing me." Logan croaked thinking back to when Rogue first told him about her power. When people touch me skin, bad things happen to them.

"She could have, if she didn't let go when she did." The Professor said sadly looking at his X-Men, watching as they absorbed the information.

"She has unlimited potential…" Jean whispered looking fearfully around the room. "It's possible that, if she ever lived up to her name, she could easily over power us…"

As the five mutants mused on the possibility of Rogue going rogue, the young mutant slung her bag over her shoulder. Once again forced to flee, she didn't want to stick around to see the residents of the mansion in the morning, the fear. She was a freak among freaks. Always on the run.

Rogue. Looked back once, she had thought that maybe she could have had a good life there. But, a good life just was not in the cards for her. She headed west, she always wanted to see Hollywood. They would never know where to look for her, and her mental shields were so strong that they couldn't pin-point her location using Cerebro.

Before the sun came up, she was already over the New York State lines heading to a new life.

The mutant residents of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters could talk of nothing during breakfast other then the recounting of the incident last night to the ones who didn't see it for themselves.

They told how Rogue smiled down at the Wolverine as she was gasping for breath to live. How her white gown turned blood red as the claws left her. How her delicate features, framed by snow white hair in a forest of mahogany curls, reminding them of an angel, some said she was the Angel of Death. But others, who had met her and talked to her, had said that it was impossible that she was the Angel of Death.

All talked ceased when Wolverine himself entered the hall. There were side glances as the students tried to see what Rogue's touch did to him. He just growled at them and left.

No one really realized that Rogue was gone until dinner when Logan came back.

"Where is she?" He growled to the hall in general. He'd heard them that morning discussing the incident. He'd been looking for Rogue all day, she wasn't there. Finally after just getting stared at, he went to her room, her bag was gone. Rogue had run again.