A/N: For rogueslove's 100-word ficlet drabble contest on tumblr.:') This is X-Men Evolution Rogue btw, if that makes any difference to anyone. She's the one I know best.
This wasn't like home. Well, her home before everything changed. Before her body betrayed her.
Things were different where she grew up. The South was a totally different world. Virtually untouched by the abnormal—until she tainted it.
Rogue sighed at the thought as she sat on the porch, hearing rain fall and breathing in the soft breeze. She found peace in the gentle rustling of the trees and tinkling of rain atop the roof. She picked at her gloves—not quite chains, but close enough—and sighed again.
Then she smiled softly.
One day, maybe this could be home.