Chapter 10 - Running

"Ah can't take this anymore!"  Rogue slammed into her room, muttering under her breath after that one outburst.

A group of new students had made their way to Mutant High.  Four of them, eighteen or older, who had been wandering for a couple years after bring thrown out of their homes by their families.  They had been at the school for a few days before she saw them.  Apparently, they had already been warned of the girl with lethal skin, for when she stepped out of her room and they were nearby, three of them visibly paled, and all of them rushed away.

Of course, this wasn't anything new, but usually, she didn't have PMS.  Also, Logan was usually there to make her feel better.  But, the Professor had found a new lead, and Logan had gone off chasing it.  So it was a toss-up between getting depressed and getting angry.  The flipped coin landed on anger, so now she was storming through her room.

She grabbed a backpack and started chucking things into it.  She wasn't exactly running - she was merely going to the city for a few days.  She had enough money to rent a room at a hotel.  The Logan in her head told her she was being foolish, but she told him to shut up, because this was exactly what he would have done.

She turned around and - Nire was standing in her doorway, dressed in those old-fashioned clothes.

"Hey Rogue.  Que pasa!"

"Uh, hi Nire.  Uh…Didn't really expect ta see ya again."

"Hey, tol'ja I'd come back once ya thought ya were rid o' me fer good.  Listen, 'staid o' runnin' t' th' city, come stay wi' me fer a c'upla hours, er days, er weeks.  Whatevuh.  Meet me family, seein' as how I've already met yers."

"Well…" This definatley sounded better than the city.  Safer, too, even though she knew nothing of the girl's family.  "Alright.  Sure.  What'll Ah need?"

"Ummmm…Warm clothes.  Very warm clothes.  It may be summuh, but it's still cold.  And…obviously, the essentials.  Deodorant, hairbrush, that shit.  An'…wait, I thought o' somethin', then I forgot…oh yeah!  Leave a note fer Logan an' th' rest."

Rogue did what Nire said, tossing everything into her backpack.  "Ummm…"

Nire guessed her hesitant question.  "Yeah, those clothes 're cool.  Ev'rybody's used t' it, cuz o' me.  Ready?  Let's go."  Nire took Rogue's gloved hand.  "Okay.  Yer probably gonna feel a li'l queasy, but it'll pass, quickly."  Nire made the hand motions, they took a step, and Rogue was in a completely different world.



(A/N:  What do you think?  Dream or meet Nire's family?  I want a couple of votes, ya know?  Oh yeah, one more thing.  About Nire's accent - picture a mix of New England, Michigan, New York, Worcester (slightly different form NE), Boston (once more, slightly different), and Rhode Island (like the previous two, a bit different from just general NE).  Her accent is the way I talk, cuz my family's from all over, and that was what all my friends said I sound like (we had an hour conversation about the peculiar blend that my accent is one day, damn were we bored!).