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Changes

By Dragonseizer

Rogue threw the boy down to the ground before he could mutter a word in response. As she clutched the package in her hand as tight as she could. She ran to the jet. Her hair was flapping all over her face, she could feel whiplash beginning on her skin but she didn't care she needed confirmation, more then just pictures. If this was true, then heaven help us. Rogue thought.

Rogue ran inside of the jet, just when Logan jumped in and spun around the frantic Rogue holding her arms high in the air.

"Calm down what's going on?" He said trying to catch his breath as Bishop, Storm and the boy came running in the jet.

"Let me go Wolverine I have to go!" rogue cried, struggling to get away from him in his arms. When Logan looked at Rogue and the boy's face. He could see the fear in their eyes; he let her hands down and sat with Storm and Bishop on one of the chairs in the plane. If Rogue was this frantic it must be something big Logan thought to himself as he looked up at Rogue

Rogue dropped the paper on the floor and looked at the boy staring at her with pleading eyes. He nodded to her slightly almost unnoticeable. Rogue turned around and typed in the coordinates of their destination for the autopilot on the Jet, to take effect

20 Minutes later

There was a cold breeze on this once stifling hot summer day. Rogue could almost feel it in her bones as the chill travelled up her spine. After hiding the jet. They had been now been walking to their destination for about 5 minutes. Rogue and the boy stopped in the middle of the dark and menacing woods.

Wolverine bumped into Rogue at the sudden motion.

"What we stopped for, We there yet?" He asked as Ororo tried to shush him. While Rogue and the boy shuffled around on they're hands and knees looking for something, a door perhaps. Ororo liked the quiet but this? No word had been passed from anyone's lips since they left the hanger 20 minutes ago. Ororo looked down and saw Rogue-shuffling leaves away from the ground. Revealing what looked like an trap door of some kind, but in the middle of no were? Well that proved it, Ororo thought as the group, one by one went through the door into the dark tunnels below the surface. This is not a social call.

 In the tunnels there were cobwebs everywhere; the place was filthy, Bishop thought as he closed the trap door above of him. No one had been here in years by the looks of it.  As the door closed there was complete darkness. Everyone in the tunnel gasped as they saw their hands in front of them slowly disappear without a site.

"Everyone grab hold of the person in front of you, they will pull you along".

Rogue called from way up front. Not knowing whom they grabbed hold onto or where. The group did what Rogue told them to.

"Rogue how are you leading us!" Storm shouted up the line. Ororo had started to feel a slight chill on the back of her neck. With it came her claustrophobia. This was not good i should not be here. Recently Ororo thought to herself, as she hurried on following the others, I have gotten better with my claustrophobia. This was something else. If it were not for my fear that Rogue was in some sort of danger. I would have never come into this place.

At that moment as if someone in the group could read her mind. Ororo felt a reassuring hand grip her shoulder and she felt a little relieved.

"I know this place like the back of my hand Stormy", Rogue said as she stopped the group. Moving her hands in front of her to look for the voice activation device, located on the side of the wall.

"Got ya", she chimed as she found the catch.

"Rogue", she spoke clearly and slowly into the mouthpiece.

 The door opened with a blinding light that stung all of their eyes.

When the groups eyes had stopped seeing sunspots and they had walked into the room, all of them looked around and saw what looked like a base, somewhat mimicking the mansion. It was a base of operations for something. That was clear but with the photos and other personal attributes it was also a home. A home that seemed no one had steeped foot in for years. Everything was how the last occupants left it. There was even a meal on a large table on the middle of the room half eaten. Someone left here in a hurry Bishop thought to himself.

Little did the x-men know, as they stood in the doorway and looked around? They were being watched from the tunnel hiding. Someone was hiding under the camouflage of the shadows?