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She awoke to the sound of the raindrops hitting the window on that early Saturday morning. The sound seemed to reverberate off the walls of her room and pound against her ear as she lifted her head from her pillow. Pushing strands of auburn and white locks from her eyes, she looked over at the alarm clock. 4.30 in the morning, she thought to herself as she let out a groan and pulled the covers over her head.
What had made her wake up this early? The storm brewing outside her window? Probably not. If she had been able to nap through Christina Aguilera's new cd which Kitty had blasting ever afternoon, then she would be able to sleep through this. Rogue sighed as she pushed back the blanket. She sat up in her bed and look around her room, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness before heading off to the bathroom. Kitty's lucky that she can just phase through everything, she thought to herself as she reminisced about the time that she had fallen over a chair during the middle of the night. Then her mind drifted back to the time that Kitty phased through the bathroom door while she was on the toilet during one of her nightly trips. "Then again," she murmured as she opened the door to the room she shared with Kitty.
A slight chill rushed against her bare skin as she made her way to the washroom. She didn't wear all the "protective gear" to bed as she did when she was up and about. The summer night had started off with a sweltering heat, so she only wore a black sports bra and gray sweatpants. But now with the sudden storm brewing, the cold had sent goosebumps up her exposed arms as she made her way through the hall.
With Logan off on another of his lonewolf missions, the mansion was without it watchguard for the evening. Rogue didn't know the complete details of what Logan did when he went off. They seemed rather random and sporadic. All she knew that he was just searching for his past, his identity. Or something along those matters. But then again, who wasn't?
Not matter what the case, the mansion was unguarded, and with the recent uprisings of the Magneto and his Acolytes, Ororo had taken up the guard. Guess she couldn't take the heat either, she thought as the thunder rumbled overhead. Her thoughts were disrupted as she caught sight of the door tag on the bathroom's entrance. "Occupied," she read out-loud.
"Great. Just great," she continued to grumble as she turned back. She continued to walk down the hall, pass her room and down the stairs. She didn't feel like waiting outside the bathroom door for whomever was occupying it and she didn't think that she was going to be able to get back to sleep. As she walked down the stairs, she tried not to make too much noise. She didn't wish to wake up anything else. The X-Men were the closest thing to a family she had ever had, aside from Irene of course. Although she tried earnest to isolate herself with her "death glares" and dry wit, she had grown close with the inhabitants of this house. However, with the number of inhabitants increasing every week, it was hard to get some necessary alone time. She had grown up as the only child, even before her powers emerged, she had grown accustomed to being alone. It was a rare opportunity for her to get this peace and quiet. She didn't want to ruin it and she knew that soon enough many of the other students, particularly the male ones, would be running down in a couple of hours to watching some morning cartoons. They never grow up, she mused to herself. She couldn't help but smile at the image of Jamie, Roberto, Bobbie, Kurt, and even Scott in front of the TV watching Yugi-Oh. Scott always sat in the corner, pretending to do something more mature, like read a newspaper, but she always caught him staring at the television in the corner of his glasses.
But really, that's all that they were--teenagers, children. Hardly young adults when you really thought about it. They were merely placed in situations where they were forced to take on responsibilities that many adults in there thirties or forties would not have been able to handle. Many of them held the power of life and death, powers capable of mass destruction. Even with the growing anti-mutant sentiment spreading across the nation, across the globe; despite the spiteful looks and harassment they dealt with every day at school or merely by just walking down the street; they kept a great deal of control over themselves. The world may never know how truly powerful they were just to accomplish this. However, there they were every Saturday morning watching cartoons, or going to concerts with friends, going to the mall or the movies, trying to live like normal teenagers.
Rogue smiled a bit. She could be pretty damn deep if given the proper time to contemplate. Her philosophical thoughts came to a crashing halt however as her stomach began growling. She walked towards the kitchen, deciding that an early morning snack would be the proper waste of time at the moment. She stopped suddenly at the opening to the kitchen however and peered down the dark hallway. A chill ran down the spine of her back, not from the cold this time. It was something else. There was someone there.