"What do you mean I have to stay here tonight!"

"I'm better on my own kid."

"But you said I should have more time in field. How can I do that if you never give me a damn chance!"

"After last night it's clear you aren't fully ready and I can't keep looking over my shoulder making sure you're okay."

"I have never asked you to do that Logan."

"You're a distraction kid."

"Please don't hold me back."

"I'm sorry kid." Logan sighed as he turned away and headed for the door.

Rogue clenched her hands into fists as she felt the anger boil inside her. She was tired of everyone treating her like fine china. Never letting her show how valuable and dedicated she could be. She had been working so hard to prove herself to them but now it felt like it was all for nothing. Something inside her finally snapped. She wanted to fight. She wanted to cause pain to whomever tired getting in her way. Rogue had never felt such a burning rage dwell inside before. It almost didn't feel like her at all.

"Logan!"

"Kid I told you I'm sorry..."

Logan's words were cut short when he was suddenly raised off the ground. He looked to Rogue to see her hand raised and a cold dead look in her eyes. This wasn't Rogue.

"I'm not weak."

Rogue's voice had become deep and harsh. It sounded nothing like her beautifully soft spoken voice with the southern belle charm.

"Just relax kid."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

"I know Rogue. Put me down."

"Rogue isn't here right now. Don't get in my way Wolverine."

Logan cocked his head to the side. Rogue barely, if ever,called Logan by his mutant name. There was only one person he could think of that always called him by his mutant name.

"Magneto?"

A slow menacing smile spread across her face. Logan felt a knot of dread form in the pit of his stomach.

"We have been dormant inside her for to long. The more her anger grows the easier it is for us to take control."

"Rogue!"

She waved her hand sending him flying into the mirror. Logan winced as shards of glass sliced through his skin. He rose to his feet and cracked his neck.

"Rogue."

"Have you not been listening Wolverine. Rogue isn't here right now."

She threw him again this time he crashed into the wall leaving a massive dent. He shook his head and got up again.

"Marie you are going to stop this now!"

Something flickered through Rogue's eyes. Her hand began to shake as the cold dead look disappeared from her eyes.

"L-Logan?"

"Come on Marie. I know you are to stubborn to let anyone take control of you."

Rogue pressed her hands over her ears and stumbled back against the door of the hotel room. Her face twisted in pain as she tossed her head back and forth trying to fight the screaming voices in her head. She felt hot tears run down her cheeks from the agony of the piercing cries in her mind. She couldn't take it anymore. She dropped her hands and threw her head back, knocking as hard as she could against the door. As soon as her head hit the door the voices stopped. Rogue slumped to the ground as black spots danced before her eyes. Her head felt numb but she had never felt more dizzy in her life. Logan took a step towards her.

"Don't come near me." Rogue said in a startled voice.

"It's okay kid. What happened that wasn't you."

"I attacked you. I was trying to kill you."

"No you weren't. Magneto was."

"What?"

"It was like you were possessed by him. You had his powers and your voice almost sounded like his too."

"So it's not enough that I have no control over what my body can do but now my body can be possessed by mutants I have touched. I really am a freak of nature."

Rogue pulled herself up from the floor, swaying a bit as she stood up. Logan moved towards her.

"Don't! I'm fine. You're right I shouldn't go with you. I'm a total mess right now and I would only hold you back."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go walk to the drugstore around the corner and buy some aspirin. I need some fresh air."

Rogue grabbed her long black coat off a chair and hurried to the door.

"Marie?"

She was almost out of the room her hand was gripped firmly on the doorknob when he said her name. She hated when he used her human name. It wasn't who she was anymore. She accepted she will forever be a mutant. She knew if she turned around and looked into those concerned father like eyes of his she would break down like baby. She would run into his arms and sob like there was no tomorrow and he wouldn't even flinch. He was the only person who never seemed scared or worried when he was close to her. On the rare occasion when they did hug he would always squeeze her tight as if he was trying to prove she wasn't any different from anyone else. Rogue just wanted to make a break and run but she knew he would come after her and she would be the same mess if she turned around to face him.

"Logan I'm fine okay. Be safe tonight. Try not to break to many skulls."

Rogue opened the door in a hurry and quickly closed it behind her. She only took a moment to swallow the giant lump in her throat before she started running. She ran until her head started to pound from the impact of hitting her head against the door. She walked down an alleyway and pressed her back against one of the buildings that lined the alley. She pulled back her hood,letting out a long sigh. She hadn't felt such defeat since she found out her powers had come back. She slid down the building until her bottom hit the ground. She pulled her knees to her chest,wrapping her arms around her legs. She wondered how long it was going to take to get used to the whole being alone until she died thing when she suddenly heard a strange noise. She quickly stood up and pulled her hood back over her head. She tried to figure out what the sound was as she listened in closer. It almost sounded like cards being shuffled. She walked further down the alley when the sound finally stopped.

"You lost,chere?"

Rogue jumped when she heard the voice come from behind her. She turned to see a tall silhouette standing a few feet away from her. She could see he was wearing a long trench coat similar to hers but only without the hood. He had his deck of cards that he was shuffling between his hands and a cigarette burning between his lips. It was to dark for Rogue to make out what he really looked like but she had a feeling he was trouble. He tossed his cigarette on the ground but kept his head down.

"You know it not safe for a petit like you to be wondering down dark alleyways at night. No good people in des alleyways."

Rogue didn't like the way his husky Cajun voice sent shivers up her spine.

"Only swamp rats like yourself I assume."

"Do I hear some south in that voice, chere?"

"Maybe."

Rogue took a step back hoping she could get a chance and make a run for it.

"So why you by yourself tonight? Had a fight wit your man maybe?"

"I don't have a man." She took another step back.

"Why dat be, chere?"

"I'm dangerous."

She was a little surprised when she heard him lightly chuckle.

"How you dangerous, petit?"

Rogue broke off into a quick sprint. She used whatever strength she had left and ran with all her might. She was could see the street getting closer and closer. She looked over her shoulder to see he was gone but that didn't stop her from running. Her head started screaming in pain with every hard step she took. She slowed her pace when the dizziness hit her with brute force. She was so close to the street when suddenly the mystery Cajun dropped effortlessly in front of her. Rogue crashed right into him as he wrapped his arms around her. She tried focusing on using one of the many powers inside her but the pain in her head was making it to hard to concentrate. She thrashed in his strong arms trying to loosen his grip.

"Calm down,chere. I only want to talk."

Rogue jerked her head back causing her hood to fall back. She knew the only way to get out of this was to somehow touch her face to his skin. She flipped herself in his arms so she could face him. She froze when she could finally see his face. His eyes were glowing red irises that with black scleras. She found herself almost in a trance as she stared into his eyes. She drank in the rest of his devilishly handsome face. He had a strong jaw that led to full sensuous mouth. Rogue couldn't help but blush when she thought of the things a mouth like that could do. He had beautifully high cheekbones that drew you into his demon like eyes. He had auburn hair that fell around his face making him look brooding and dangerous.

"Oh my. You are...beautiful."

Gambit had been asking around about the two mutants that had been asking around for him. He managed to find out the hotel they were staying at but still he had no clue as to what they looked like. From what he found out the one known as Wolverine was built like a lumberjack and had the attitude to match. The girl was a mystery. Apparently she always had a hood covering her face and stayed glued to Wolverine's side. Gambit stood outside of the hotel they were staying in waiting for them to emerge. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to find out about them but when it came to Magneto he didn't like to ask to many questions. The less involved he was the better. He pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it up with his silver zippo. He took in a deep inhale then blew out some thick smoke rings. He had been waiting for a few hours and his patience was starting to wear thin. He took another deep inhale then crushed the cigarette under his boot. He pulled out his deck of cards and started shuffling. It was his trick to ease his nerves whenever he was anxious. He kept shuffling for another few minutes when something caught the corner of his eye. Someone in a long hooded coat was running from the hotel.

"Rogue." Gambit whispered.

He didn't know for sure if it was her but his gut was telling him it was. He took off after her. She kept running until he saw her disappear into a dark alley. Gambit circled the building and headed down an alley that intersected with the one she was standing in. He pressed him against a building and peeked his head around the corner. She was leaning against a building wall,catching her breath from the run. He watched as she pulled her hood back revealing long dark brown hair with two pure white streaks framing her face.

"Mon dieu." Gambit breathed.

She was absolutely beautiful. Gambit held his breath as he took the sight of her in. Her pale skin glowed against the dim lighting making her look like a fallen angel. She had delicate features from her soft round cheeks to her pouty bee stung lips. Gambit's mind ran wild thinking of what those lips could do and how bad he wanted to bite down on her lower lip. He shook his head trying to get images of her lips all over him. It was never good to mix business with pleasure. He watched as she slid down the building and wrapped her arms around her legs. She looked terribly sad and alone as he watched her sit there. He couldn't help the feeling of wanting to go over to her and put his arms around her. He cursed to himself for letting a pretty face get the best of him. He pulled out his deck of cards and started shuffling. She snapped her head in his direction and sat up quickly. He was slightly disappointed when she put her hood back on covering her stunning face. He kept shuffling as she walked closer and closer to where he was. When she walked past the corner he was hiding in he stopped shuffling. He quietly stepped up behind her.

"You lost,chere?"

She jumped around to face him.

"You know it not safe for a petit like you to be wondering down dark alleyways at night. No good people in des alleyways."

"Only swamp rats like yourself I assume."

Gambit was surprised to hear some southern tones in her voice. Not only was she a looker but a southern belle to match.

"Do I hear some south in that voice, chere?"

"Maybe."

He watched her take a step back. He wondered if she really thought she could get away from him.

"So why you by yourself tonight? Had a fight wit your man maybe?"

"I don't have a man."

Gambit smiled knowing she didn't belong to anyone but he couldn't understand how someone so beautiful didn't have a man in her life.

"Why dat be, chere?"

"I'm dangerous."

Gambit laughed when she called herself dangerous. She looked mysterious but definitely not dangerous. Gambit remembered Mystique telling him her powers were deadly. Maybe that is what made her dangerous.

"How you dangerous, petit?"

Before he got an answer she turned her back and started running. Gambit sighed and chased after her. He quickly climbed up a rafter and ran on top of the buildings. He watched her as her pace started to slow down then she took a look over her shoulder to see if he was still behind her. He took his opportunity and jumped from the building landly smoothly on his feet. She ran straight into him so he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her generous curves under all her clothes and couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her writhing body against his.

"Calm down,chere. I only want to talk."

She kept struggling in his arms as her hood flew back,letting her long hair fall into Gambit's face. He breathed in against her hair. He thought she smelled of magnolias and jasmine. He wanted to bury his face even deeper into her hair but she shifted her body around so she was now facing him. He felt the ground shift beneath him when he finally got to see her eyes. He hadn't seen such beautiful green eyes in his entire life. They gleamed like emeralds but held a darkness to them that only intrigued Gambit even more. She was staring straight into his eyes which made him slightly uneasy. He knew she was staring at his demon like eyes that he usually kept covered with a pair of shades. He was sure she thought they were terrifying and monster like but what she said next took him completely off guard.

"Oh my. You are...beautiful."

Gambit was never known to have nothing to say but at that moment he was speechless.

"What do you want with me."

Once again Gambit's mind went to the gutter,thinking about all the things we wanted to do to her.

"Just to talk,chere."

"Who are you?" She asked leaning in closer to him.

"Dey call me Gambit. Tell me your name,chere."

She smiled like a cat that ate the canary.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Before Gambit could react she pressed her lips against his. He tightened his grip on her and he deepened the kiss but then suddenly something felt wrong. Gambit began to feel a unnatural pull coming from her lips. He could feel his powers and life force being pulled right out of him. He was hit with the cold reality that this was why she was dangerous. She could kill with just a touch. He felt weaker and weaker until he finally slumped to his knees. He looked up at Rogue. Her face was riddled with guilt as she looked down at a weakened Gambit.

"Kiss of death,non?"

It was the last thing he said before he fell to the ground and welcomed the darkness that washed over him.