A/N: At last I have finally returned! I have been suffering from a combination of laziness, lack of inspiration, and writer's block but as I was reading the other one-shots in this series, my muse suddenly returned and I came up with this. Hope ya love it! Just remember to review.
Disclaimer: Alas, I own it not.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -- This it is and nothing more - Edgar Allan Poe
"Good-night, Rogue."
"'Night, Kitty."
Reaching over, Rogue flipped the switch on the table lamp beside her bed. The room was immediately engulfed in darkness. Across the room, Kitty situated herself in a comfortable position before drifting off to sleep for the night. Rogue pulled the covers up and tried to go to sleep. It had been a long day; she had spent most of the day studying for a history test and there had been another confrontation with the Brotherhood Boys. But just as she was about to slip off to sleep, she heard a faint noise.
It sounded wheels on gravel. Since their bedroom was located at the front of the house and therefore faced the street, she didn't think too much about it. However, it gradually became louder. At first she tried to block it out but the sound was magnified even more by the quiet of the night.
Curious now, she decided to investigate. Looking at the clock, she noted the time: 12:00. Getting out of bed she headed towards the window and drew back the curtains. The moon was full and bright and moonlight spilled into the room, illuminating it. Beyond the gates of the Institute, the street was empty and so she gazed down at the driveway.
Something was moving around the fountain, which the driveway circled. At first she didn't know what it was but as it rounded the fountain, she recognized it as some sort of vehicle. It stopped right under her window. It was hearse she noted with a chill. She began to feel uneasy but could not draw herself away from the window.
The back of the hearse, however, didn't have a coffin in it. Instead it was crowded with people, all of which were chatting with each other, completely oblivious to the fact that they were riding in a hearse. The driver suddenly looked up at her.
"There's room for one more," he called up to her.
Terrified, Rogue quickly closed the curtains and ran back to bed where she promptly drew the covers over her head.
Rogue had dismissed what had happened last night as a dream. A weird and vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. As she approached the elevator of the department store, she noticed that it was rather crowded. The man nearest the door however, stalled the elevator and said politely, "There's room for one more."
Shocked, Rogue paused for a moment taking in what he just said. Nervously she shook her head. "I'll just take the stairs," she said. The elevator door shut.
As she turned and headed toward the stairs, unnerved by the incident, there was suddenly a very loud crash. Several people raced toward the elevator but they could do nothing. It had already crashed.
