Disclaimer: This is my third chapter and I still don't own the x-men. Life
is not fair.
Author's note: I would like to remind everyone that none of the new X-men are in this story. Only Beast. A special thanks to all that have reviewed so far. Since I cannot send you all real cookies well then..."Virtual cookies for everyone!!" Now on with the story **
The X-men were completely puzzled by the mutant who called herself the Rogue. However they now new more about her then the FOH did. They new that she could kill with a touch. But if she just taped her victim they were only knocked out. They now also new that that once she touched someone not only did she knock him or her out but she absorbed their powers. At least if they were a mutant. They did not know if she kept their powers or not. However the Rogue had attacked them, which to the X-men confirmed the Rogue as a hostile mutant that had to be stopped.
Rogue had ported to the roof of a building not to far away. She watched the X-men pick up their wounded and walk away. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her legs. What did they want from her? She may have made the first move in that battle. But in all fairness she had know choice. Now not only were the FOH after her but now a bunch of mutants as well. Even though it was snowing she decided to stay the night where she was. She checked herself to see if she was hurt. Nothing was broken but her shoulder and back were horribly bruised. She sighed. To tired to do anything she fell asleep.
**
Three weeks later
Now knowing what exactly the Rogue could do the X-men thought they were ready to once again take her on. They had spent three weeks training. And this time the entire team was here. They were not about to loose again. Once they got to New York they split up. Wolverine, Storm, Shadowcat, and Spyke went towards where they saw the Rogue last. Beast, Cyclopes, Jean, and Nightcrawler went in a different direction.
Rogue had not gone very far in the last few weeks. She was tired of running and the roof she found made a good place to stay the night. No one had yet bothered her up there either. However she could only hope that the FOH and that group of mutants would leave her alone. She was in know condition to fight. She had not eaten in three days, she was freezing to the point where she thought she would never be warm again, still bruised from the last fight, and sick. She was sitting huddled up in the corner of her roof when they showed up.
"This is where you last saw her," Storm asked looking down the ally. "Yes" Wolverine confirmed, "Lets take a look around". Shadowcat shivered, "Couldn't we look somewhere else? This place is gross. Besides she's probably long gone by now." "No" Wolverine growled, "I got her sent." They followed Wolverine to a building. With a smirk he pointed upward. "She's up there." Using the ladder that trailed up the building they walked quietly up towards were the Rogue would be.
When they got up to the roof they saw her. The Rogue was huddled in a corner. Her hood as usual was pulled up. She didn't seem to notice their approach.
And in truth she had not. Rogue had her eyes closed. She was not asleep but she defiantly was not paying attention to what was around her. All she could think about was how her life had gotten so bad. It was not until Wolverine was almost on top of her did she notice anything. With a growl he grabbed her and threw her across the roof. He tired to pounce on her again but she managed to roll away. She got to her feet. She was in no condition to fight. Desperately she looked for an escape. "What the hell do ya want from mah?" she screamed. Spyke answered her with a bombardment of spikes. One buried itself deep into Rogue's shoulder. Warm blood seeped out onto her cold skin and trench coat. Rogue new she was all but helpless at the start of the fight. There was know chance of escape now. She fell to her knees. She was loosing blood and her vision was getting blurry. She fell to her side. Weakly she tried to pull the spike from her shoulder but failed. With that she fell into the darkness that slowly consumed her. "Good job Spyke" Wolverine grunted. He bent down and pulled back Rogue's green hood. What they saw was not what they expected. The Rogue could not be older then sixteen. She had brown hair with two white streaks framing her face. Her skin was pale and her lips slightly blue from the cold. Wolverine picked her up and the others following close behind went to go find the others.
** Thank you to all who review. What prize should I give this time? Hummmmm. Ok! Everyone that reviews gets a cupcake! And all who do not review get a bloody nose. Sounds good to everyone? Good! Love ya ~Sydney~
Author's note: I would like to remind everyone that none of the new X-men are in this story. Only Beast. A special thanks to all that have reviewed so far. Since I cannot send you all real cookies well then..."Virtual cookies for everyone!!" Now on with the story **
The X-men were completely puzzled by the mutant who called herself the Rogue. However they now new more about her then the FOH did. They new that she could kill with a touch. But if she just taped her victim they were only knocked out. They now also new that that once she touched someone not only did she knock him or her out but she absorbed their powers. At least if they were a mutant. They did not know if she kept their powers or not. However the Rogue had attacked them, which to the X-men confirmed the Rogue as a hostile mutant that had to be stopped.
Rogue had ported to the roof of a building not to far away. She watched the X-men pick up their wounded and walk away. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her legs. What did they want from her? She may have made the first move in that battle. But in all fairness she had know choice. Now not only were the FOH after her but now a bunch of mutants as well. Even though it was snowing she decided to stay the night where she was. She checked herself to see if she was hurt. Nothing was broken but her shoulder and back were horribly bruised. She sighed. To tired to do anything she fell asleep.
**
Three weeks later
Now knowing what exactly the Rogue could do the X-men thought they were ready to once again take her on. They had spent three weeks training. And this time the entire team was here. They were not about to loose again. Once they got to New York they split up. Wolverine, Storm, Shadowcat, and Spyke went towards where they saw the Rogue last. Beast, Cyclopes, Jean, and Nightcrawler went in a different direction.
Rogue had not gone very far in the last few weeks. She was tired of running and the roof she found made a good place to stay the night. No one had yet bothered her up there either. However she could only hope that the FOH and that group of mutants would leave her alone. She was in know condition to fight. She had not eaten in three days, she was freezing to the point where she thought she would never be warm again, still bruised from the last fight, and sick. She was sitting huddled up in the corner of her roof when they showed up.
"This is where you last saw her," Storm asked looking down the ally. "Yes" Wolverine confirmed, "Lets take a look around". Shadowcat shivered, "Couldn't we look somewhere else? This place is gross. Besides she's probably long gone by now." "No" Wolverine growled, "I got her sent." They followed Wolverine to a building. With a smirk he pointed upward. "She's up there." Using the ladder that trailed up the building they walked quietly up towards were the Rogue would be.
When they got up to the roof they saw her. The Rogue was huddled in a corner. Her hood as usual was pulled up. She didn't seem to notice their approach.
And in truth she had not. Rogue had her eyes closed. She was not asleep but she defiantly was not paying attention to what was around her. All she could think about was how her life had gotten so bad. It was not until Wolverine was almost on top of her did she notice anything. With a growl he grabbed her and threw her across the roof. He tired to pounce on her again but she managed to roll away. She got to her feet. She was in no condition to fight. Desperately she looked for an escape. "What the hell do ya want from mah?" she screamed. Spyke answered her with a bombardment of spikes. One buried itself deep into Rogue's shoulder. Warm blood seeped out onto her cold skin and trench coat. Rogue new she was all but helpless at the start of the fight. There was know chance of escape now. She fell to her knees. She was loosing blood and her vision was getting blurry. She fell to her side. Weakly she tried to pull the spike from her shoulder but failed. With that she fell into the darkness that slowly consumed her. "Good job Spyke" Wolverine grunted. He bent down and pulled back Rogue's green hood. What they saw was not what they expected. The Rogue could not be older then sixteen. She had brown hair with two white streaks framing her face. Her skin was pale and her lips slightly blue from the cold. Wolverine picked her up and the others following close behind went to go find the others.
** Thank you to all who review. What prize should I give this time? Hummmmm. Ok! Everyone that reviews gets a cupcake! And all who do not review get a bloody nose. Sounds good to everyone? Good! Love ya ~Sydney~