Bobby came to my room and knocked on my door like he did every morning so that we could go and eat breakfast together and then get to class.
'Rogue, hey Rogue, you up?' There was no answer. 'Rogue, you there?' Silence. Bobby turned the doorknob and opened the door. The windows shape was reflected on the floor by the sunlight. The bed was unmade and the room looked the way it did the day before. The only thing missing was Rogue. Bobby started to get worried, but then thought to himself that Rogue had maybe went to eat already or maybe she went to find him.
He walked down to the kitchen to find Logan drinking beer, as usual.
'Logan have you seen Rogue?' Logan looked at Bobby as if he was trying to think.
'Not today. Have you checked her room?' Bobby nodded his head. 'Well then, go check with some of you're pals, and I'll keep an eye out for you bub. There's no need to worry. It's not like she would just leave without telling one of us, especially in the middle of the night.'
'Yeah I guess your right. I was jut getting a little worried.' Logan took a big gulp of his beer and walked out of the room, leaving Bobby alone. He was still worried, but he was eased by Logan's remark.
The day passed on by. Rogue was nowhere to be found. This wasn't normal for her. Hadn't anyone else realized she was missing? It was now late in the evening. Bobby walked back to Rogues room in hopes that she would be there. He knocked and like before there was no answer. He stepped into the familiar room examining if anything had changed. Nothing. Frustrated and confused, he started looking around the room for a note, a sign, anything to tell him where she was.
The sun was setting and the sky looked like a painting of warm colors drifting away into cools. Bobby went over to the window to admire the beauty of the moment when he noticed a golden glimmer. A piece of parchment rolled up and held in place by a diamond ring was wedged inside the window. He grabbed it, slide of the ring and quickly unrolled it. Elegantly written in script was a poem:
A secret message tells it all.
Shrouded in darkness on a wall.
Where you ask? I'll never tell.
It's in a place where shadows dwell.
A clue, a hint is what you need.
Without it you will never succeed.
Written in very small letters, separate from the poem was a phrase that read:
Tis the begging of the end.
