My name is Rogue, and the only successful relationship I've had has a body count to go with it.
As I look around the temporary holding cell they put me in while people scream debates in the police station, for a moment I forget about how much trouble I'm in and about the angry mob that will soon be forming, and wonder when the last time they cleaned this place was.
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. But where do I start? Do I start when the cops showed up? When the first victim hit the ground? No, I won't, because you see it never really started in any of those places to begin with. It started with me walking into the school cafeteria. It all starts with me looking for the first time into the face of Remy LeBeau.