Rogues Point of view

I shifted on the metal floor not noticing what I was doing. A headache painfully echoed my mind. Moaning in annoyance and in pain as I found it impossible trying to find a comfy position, or at least the soft spot which I lay constantly in every night. The coldness of the metal floor, with its little ripples grinding into my back made me doubt that I would have a good night sleep tonight.

It was only after I banged my foot against the metal wall behind me that I realized I was not in the room which I would have considered safe. No comforting bed supporting my spine, and no sheets of warmth covering my body. The impact from my foot smashing into the wall echoed and the sound rang in my ears.

My eyes quickly opened as I was trying to focus on my surroundings. I was closed in a square shaped room which was about three meters in length and breadth.

I closed my eyes, putting so much pressure on keeping them closed. I didn't want to know where I was, since I already knew that answer, it was like advice, "Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't." I tried to remember what I last did but it felt like I had lost a life time amount of memories. I felt stupid as I had remembered a meaningless quote my mother would have told me as a child, and I couldn't even seem to remember how I had ended up here. All I could say was I was defiantly not hung over, from what I knew at least.

With my eyes still closed, I attempted to sit up in the corner I was closets to. I grunted as I pushed my back against the cold walls. I ran my gloved fingers through my hair. It felt like I hadn't washed it in a week.

I was still half asleep, but my vision was clearer than before. I realized the whole room was made out of metal. From the floor where my shoeless feet laid, to the roof which I guessed must have been as icily cold as the metal my bare feed had to touch.

The room seemed to be windowless and door less which seemed to tug on even a person who had never been claustrophobic. As having no idea how long I had been incased into this room, I was pleased to have realized that I still had the ability to breathe in oxygen. However my sharp intake of the oxygen resulted in it slowly becoming more stuffy then the fresh air I was use to back at the school.

Just as I felt myself wake up fully, a hundred thoughts went through my mind. If I was here there must be other members of the X-Men captured to! Either they were captured with me or they were standing together right now planning on trying to find and rescue me. I felt a smile creep on my lips.

Joy was already swirling around in my mind.

As all these thoughts twirled in my mind, all I could say was that if hope and happiness was a colour it would be considered a rainbow. High on the thoughts of hope I managed to gain enough confidence to stand up. My hands supported me as I grabbed at grip less walls. When I was finally standing on my own two feet, I took in one of my most shakiest breathes to date. "Baby steps, slow and steady win the race Rogue!" I even seemed to be giving my self a pep talk. I felt like one of those fat girls who would always tell them they could loose weight or get that boy, when in reality they couldn't.

I sadly attempted to make my footsteps not be heard, but I guess with my knowledge on metal, every step I made happened to respond with odd noises. I felt my feet glue to floor, as I was trying to not make anymore sounds. I focused my gaze at the metal wall in front of me.

Without even noticing my hand grazed against the wall. Then trying my best to be silent I took steps all around the room while my hand was trying to find something on the wall.

A mark, a dint anything would help me right now. After going around another three times I came to realization that there was no `hidden' door handles or buttons. Oh how American survival movies really did have stereotypical ways of escaping.

That's when I had to agree with that one word that seemed to run against my mind. Magneto.

I was defiantly kidnapped by Magneto and the brotherhood. Before I could even think of what was happening to me the wall behind were I stood, was ripping apart right in front of my own eyes.

I quickly shut my eyes since of the bright light enhancing the room. My eyes had come to like the blackness of the room so much that I felt like I was a Vampire and it was the first time ever being in any type of sunlight.

I stood there helplessly as the rest of the wall was torn from the very own corner I had sat in. I didn't have enough time to hide and even if I did it would had been pointless.

My feet seemed to slowly un-glue them selves from the place they had been nailed to. However I was slowly regretting this motion. I really wanted them to be nailed into the ground so then I wouldn't have to face the harsh reality of this world. In other words I didn't want to face the mutant who was standing in the huge hole that they had created in the room.

"Marie."

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