Author's note: The characters written about are not mine. I hope that you enjoy. Rating due to possible future events to be revealed. Please review if you have time.
Chapter 1
It has been two months since Pyro left. It's afternoon recess time again and Rogue once again sat outside, on her favourite wooden bench, when Bobby suddenly appeared and sat beside her.
"Rogue," he said. "What's wrong? You're sitting by yourself again."
Rogue tried swallowing the biscuit she held but she could only nibble at it.
"It's just…" she began.
"What is it?" he cut in. "It's him isn't it? Well, he's gone. You have to put it behind you."
"How can you say that Bobby?" she said as she struggled to make him understand. "He was your best friend."
He looked away and played with a leaf he picked from the bench. "He isn't anymore. He's not John anymore. John is gone. Only Pyro is left. Why do you keep thinking of him? Don't think of him anymore."
With that, he left. Rogue sat blinking, struggling to hold tears from forming, upset that even her closet friend did not understand.
Frantically, the dark haired mutant was struggling to pull away, from a black hole of darkness that was dragging him in.
"Help!" he called. "Help me. Rogue. Help me."
Rogue was standing on an elevated metal platform.
He held out his hand, hoping Rogue would hold out hers to save him.
"I'm coming," she cried. "Hold on."
"I can't," he said. His body was immersed in darkness now.
"Wait!" she said. "Hold my hand."
Her fingertips barely touched his. But he was already sinking deeper.
"Rogue," he said. His eyes were filled with sadness as he realised his fate. He would not make it.
The darkness, like black liquid, had consumed all of him up to his neck. It was still rising.
"John!" she said. "John!"
She felt helpless. She continued to hold out her hand yet he continued to sink and there was no rope nearby for him to hang on to. To save him.
"Rogue," he said softly. "Goodbye."
"No!" she screamed.
Then his hand sank below the darkness followed by the rest of his arm and outstretched hand until all of him was gone.
Rogue awoke suddenly and felt very disturbed by that dream. Sighing, she felt like she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. So she kicked off her covers and trudged into the school's kitchen.
The refrigerator's door creaked slightly as she opened it to look for a glass of milk.
"Rogue?" a gruff male voice asked.
"Logan?" she said as she stood up and kicked the fridge door closed.
"You're not asleep," Logan commented as he gulped down almost half of his soda.
"Neither are you," said Rogue as she sat opposite him on the table.
Logan stopped drinking and put the drink onto the table. "Well, you know, I'm almost always awake at night. But, it doesn't seem like you to stay up. So, what's up kid?"
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it's just these dreams I've had lately." Rogue said. Her eyes were troubled.
"What dreams?"
"Well, it's about John."
"John?" he asked. "The kid that manipulated fire. What about him?"
Logan glanced at her. She had hardly drunk any milk at all, but was just turning the bottle.
"Logan..." she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "I think he's in trouble. I need to see him before something bad happens. I need to find him."
Logan raised his eyebrow again and took a small sip of his soda before he continued. "Well, if it's that important to you, talk to Professor Xavier. Maybe he can help you."
"I was just thinking that."
"See him tomorrow then. See what he can do."