Authors Note
Sorry there was a little problem and this was supposed to go at the end of Chapter 5. I only just realised that it was missing. That's why it was so short. THIS IS NOT A NEW CHPTER! This is a missing section from the end of Chapter 5. Here it is.
The boys went out to do their business and left Rogue in the room, watching pay-per-view. All she could think about was the Flock. Were they waiting for her in New York, or had they all been captured on their way there? So many questions ran through her head, the only thing that could distract her of her ponderings was pay-per-view. She watched movie after movie, wasting Sam and Dean's money. But, hey, they were the ones who had detoured and made her even later than she already was. There was knock at the door, making Rogue jump. Who could it be? Room service, but this was a highway motel, they didn't have room service, did they? Sam and Dean had their own keys, so they didn't need to knock. Maybe it was the maid? Rogue cautiously slid off her bed and picked up a hard metal ornament that was in the room went they arrived, in case she might need to defend herself. Mars had always taught Rogue and the others to be prepared for anything and to never let their guard down, no matter how safe they feel.
She unlocked it and opened it as far as the chain attached to the door would let her. It was the maid, a very attractive young maid, not that Rogue was attracted to her. "I am here to clean your room," she said politely. Rogue glanced back into the room, "No, it doesn't need cleaning. Thank you". Rogue smiled politely back. Another lesson learned from Mars. Lesson #14: Manners! she would yell went one of the Flock were rude. She went to close the door, but was stopped went the maid put her foot in front of it, preventing it from closing. "I think you have misinterpreted me," the maid said through gritted teeth. It was then Rogue realised that it wasn't a maid, it was an Eraser. With that sudden realisation, she slammed the door shut. She picked up her bag and jumped out the window as the Eraser broke the door down. What Rogue forgot was that they were on the second floor. She let out a few curses when she remembered the fact and it was proven when her feet didn't touch the ground straight away. After she fell the extra forgotten floor and landed crouching on the grass and immediately began running. The Eraser wasn't going to give up easily; she leaped out the window and was fully morphed when her feet hit the ground.
Rogue ran through the streets, perused by the over-sized wolf. Many stared as the teenager sped past, running faster than any Olympian. Even more stared in amazement when they saw the huge wolf chasing her. At that point she was running for her life. She didn't know where she was going to run to, she didn't have a plan. I have two choices, she thought, 1. Try and lose it 2. Try to outrun it long enough until it gave up 3. Fly. Wait that's... nevermind. 2 was out of the question, when that Eraser gave up there would be more. She would have usually picked 3, but when she looked up she saw the there high in the sky, further than the human eye can see, they were waiting for her. Her only option left was 1; little did she know at the time that she hadn't counted properly. She dived down a slide street and ran straight into Sam and Dean. "Wow, what's wrong?" Sam asked concerned. "Yeah, you're looking a bit flustered there, sweetheart," Dean commented, teasing Sam.
Without a word, Rogue pushed them both into an open door and shut it behind her. Inside was a stairwell leading nowhere to her knowledge. She barracked the door with a steel bar. Knowing it wouldn't hold, she ushered the boys up stairs. They were two floors up when the bar gave way to the massive weight thrown against it. Sam and Dean were about to look down, but Rogue pushed them through the door in front of them, which led out onto the floor. She jumped over the edge of the railing and landed a few feet away from the Eraser. Without thinking only instinct, the Eraser lunged at her. She dodged it and drew her knife. The Eraser came towards he again for round two. When it was only inches from her she stabbed into its chest. As it was airborne it kept flying towards her an ended on top of her. The Eraser was dead, but still as heavy as it was when it was alive. She pushed it off her. As she looked down at her shirt she saw a red blood stain from the Eraser. "Great," she groaned. Luckily there wasn't any on her jacket, so she zipped up her jacket to hide the blood.
She joined the boys upstairs and there were many questions asked, none of which were answered. "We should just leave," Rogue said glumly, completely ignoring the boys and their questions. "Are you listening at all?" Dean asked annoyed. "Look, we'll go back to the room and you tell us what just happened," Sam said. "Sounds good to me," Dean agreed with a 'there is no way you're going to get out of telling us' look "The room? Can't we just... you know… leave?" "Even if we do just leave we have to get out stuff". "But-" the boys completely ignored her and walked off. "Well this is going to be fun," she said sarcastically to herself.
When Dean pushed the already open door to the room, his face immediately filled with horror, "What'd you do? Have a party?" "What?" Sam peered in the room and his face resembled his brother's, "wow, this looks exactly like that time we were after that de-" he stopped when he realised what he was about to say. "What'd you do to our room?" Dean continued to complain. Rogue hadn't seen the room yet, last time she saw it was clean...ish. "What are you talking about?" she saw for herself what state the room was in and it definitely wasn't the way she had left it.
Sam picked up his laptop that had been carelessly discarded on the floor, "Aww, man," he complained, exactly like his brother. Dean took it out of Sam's hands and glanced over it and saw there was no major damage, "Don't worry Samantha, your baby's going to be fine," he teased and handed it back to Sam.
"Care to explain?" Sam and Dean looked intently at Rogue for her excuse. "Well... It wasn't like this when I left it". "Why did you leave the room, may I ask?" Dean was going to find out what was going on, and there had better been a good reason. "I decided to go... for a walk?" Dean shook his head, "What really happened?" "You see, there was this bear right...". "Oh, great!" Sam had opened the bathroom door to find his clothes mostly shredded and scattered everywhere.
There was a knock on the door. Rogue immediately seized the opportunity to avoid the question and answered the door, "I'll get it!" She opened the door and found someone she least wanted to see. The policeman peered down at her, making her feel as small as possible. "I'm Officer Gaid. I'm here about a domestic disturbance". Rogue closed the door a little so he couldn't see in the room. "No. No domestic disturbance here". "Okay ma'am. Be careful there have been some attacks recently. Dog attacks. Big dogs. Wolves. Huge wolves..." the man seemed to go on, trying to emphasize the point. "Wolves?" The word had attracted Dean's attention. "Yeah, so far there has only been one survivor and many doubt their story". "Why?" "He says some 'supermodel' turned into a wolf and began to maul him".
Rogue's blood ran cold. It sounded all too familiar. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. Erasers never attacked civilians, only when they got in the way or knew too much. Something was wrong, but what? "Really?" Dean pretended to laugh, but Rogue could tell it was fake. "Damn!" Sam's voice complained from the bathroom as he found more of his possessions destroyed. "Everything alright here?" Officer Gaid asked. "Yeah, everything's fine. Thank you Officer, bye". He shut the door and locked it. Officer Gaid was slightly shocked when the door was shut in his face, but recovered and went back to his patrol.
"Err, Dean, I think this is yours," Sam emerged from the bathroom with a very tattered jacket. "You okay?" Sam asked genuinely concerned, "You look a bit pale". Rogue's face was powder white, as though she had seen a ghost, or worse, a loose Eraser.