A Rogue
Marie's scream shook the tenth-story hotel room. She fell back, tripping over her own feet and landed on the floor. As small whimpers were released from her mouth, tears began to trickle down her pale cheeks. A man, one she had only known for about three hours, lie motionless on the floor. One kiss, one was all it had taken, one touch. She shook, as the feeling began to swell up inside of her. One she had escaped from for two years. One that had left her alone before and scared, scared to touch. One that had left her a mutant, a rogue.
Three days later…
Hank McCoy sat firmly in his seat, hunched over the newest edition of the Daily
Bugle. He was squinting to read the fine print but sat up promptly as someone walked in.
"Well I don't believe this!" Hank said, the now obvious Storm looked as him, as she pulled a plain white mug from the cupboard and filled it with coffee.
"What's so amazing?" She asked, blowing on the hot drink, knowing how the smallest thing usually fascinated Hank.
"It seems this cure isn't 100 accurate! Mutants have started seeing their powers reoccur, even after they got the treatment. The mutants are protesting the company in charge of it, they want to sue them," He said, taking some words from the newspaper, and some from his mind.
"Any clue to why it doesn't work?" She said, sitting on a dark blue chair across from him.
"My guess is, as the time between when you got the cure and the present grows, it starts to wear off," Hank said, his faced twisted in confusion.
"Good, I think that's good," Storm sighed, "There's no need for a cure, because we have no disease." Even though it had been two years since the cure was created, Storm still felt that it was wrong. She left the kitchen, needing a break from the cure, and walked past a hall of running children into the outside gardens surrounding the school. Finally she reached he destination and knelt in the shadow that the sun cast over Professor Charles Xavier's grave.
"God Charles, how did you do it? How? With so many problems of the world, the kids, the cure, how did you fix every problem that came your way? You really were the professor, weren't you?" Storm fell to the ground it tears, releasing one more how and then, collapsing completely onto the grass. By knowing the outcome they receive, the reward. Storm jolted up, looking for the source of the voice. There was no one there, except her. She finally realized, it was coming from her head, and it was a familiar voice, one of a professor. But how?
Rogue gazed up at Xavier's School of Gifted Youngsters. It still looked the same, thick ivy covered walls and flowers and gardens everywhere. She grabbed the bags and walked towards the entrance, waited a moment, to repair her thoughts, and knocked. It took a minute for someone to open the door. There were voices inside, then:
Stop it, someone said in a flirtatious air. Oh, you want me to stop eh? Rogue recognized the voices. She frowned as the door slowly opened.
"Rogue?" Bobby said, tossing Kitty from under his arm.
"Actually, Mrs. Claus," She said, coarsely pushing her way past him. He ran to catch up with her.
"Why are you back?" He said confusion all over his face.
"Cause it is," She said shoving her gloved hand in his face.
"Even after the cure?" Kitty asked sounding worried.
"Yeah it is, ok?" She yelled, her voice rising. Rogue took a breath and started to walk away.
"Ok…gosh!" He said, falling back and grabbing Kitty's hand. They turned the corner, into Bobby's room, and his door slammed.
"Bastard," Rogue muttered under her breath.
"Kid?" a familiar voice made Rogue jump.
"Logan!" She screeched running over to hug the man she considered closest to her father. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. She could see a large grin on his face.
"I missed yah kid!" He said, reaching up to run his hand through her white stand of hair, dangling freely from the ponytail the rest of her dark brown hair was held in. Rogue caught his wrist, just before he had the chance.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"It's back," She said slowly, holding up her wrist again.
They walked out to the gardens for some privacy. Logan stood while Rogue sat, at first they were both silent.
"So why did you go? I mean, Storm said you could stay, even after the cure," He said, picking a leaf off the nearest tree and breaking the silence.
"I felt wrong, since I wasn't an X-Men anymore," She said, looking at the dying grass beneath her.
"Your always apart of the X-Men, no matter your powers," he told her, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Thanks," She said, smiling a bit.
"Rogue?" Storm said sounding mildly surprised as the rounded the corner. She had been coming from Xavier's grave, and she looked as if she'd been crying.
"Yeah, uh, my problem's back," She said, holding up her hand one last time.
"Your gift is, I see," Storm smiled.
"So, just go to my old room?" Rogue asked, wanting to skip the small talk she knew Storm could make.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we've had a large group of X-Men enter this year, every room is filled," She said, "But we'll find you something."
"That's okay, I don't wanna be a problem," She said, standing up.
"Honey, I got more than 800 kids in there, I'm sure I could find at least a hundred that are more a problem then you," the older woman said, rolling her eyes.
"Well then it's settled," said Logan firmly, "She'll stay in my room, I'll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed," He grabbed her bags and walking that way, without waiting for an answer. Rogue shrugged and followed Logan.
"Thanks Storm, for helping me, with my…. gift," Rogue turned to face her. Just in Storm's eyes, Rogue could tell, her life was about to clear up, just as a mid-day storm.