Chapter 2: Rogue's Double Date

After his escapade, Evan slept like a baby. He was only woken up by a very loud *thud*, which woke everyone else up as well. Suddenly, everyone seemed to get ringing in their ears.
It wasn't a ringing, it was the professor.
They moaned and groaned, but eventually, everyone was uniformed and back in the Training and Skill Enhancement Quarters.
They redid the whole scenario. And to theirs, and the professor's surprises, it was a success! All five of them reached the platform, unharmed. The only complaint arose from Cyclops:
"You know, there isn't really a point of doing this without all of us here," he stated. "Rogue, Storm and Wolverine aren't even in the Room!"
"And there is reason for their absence, Scott," countered the professor. "Ororo and Logan have very different battle styles. Also, the no longer need training; they've done all of that."
"And Rogue?"
"You and I both know that Rogue must fend differently for herself. Her power makes fighting on the battlefield difficult. For one, she needs to get close enough to touch the enemy. Another reason is that no one knows if she will be able to control the power she obtains."
"Granted, but if we're here busting our asses, so should she."
"Scott!" said the professor, raising his voice. "Listen to me. I told you, she can't fight like you can. Her being in there would be pointless because all she could do against a machine is run."
After the ordeal, Scott did feel kind of bad. He knew he shouldn't have argued with the professor, and he knew the professor was right. Storm's power was having control of the weather. Rain, wind, sleet, heat, whatever she commanded would come. Logan barely needed to train. He is able to heal extremely rapidly. A scrape, cut, gash or even a bullet hole would disappear leaving only the blood that dripped out of the once open wound. As for Rogue, well, she was different, to say the least. In a way, she was the most powerful of all of them; she could have any power she wanted. To gain this power, her skin had to come in contact with someone else's, and the transition would take place. Not only would she take power, but she would get energy, thoughts, behaviours and physical characteristics of whoever she touched. Generally, this would only be temporary, but tell that to the snow-white streak of hair that descends from her bangs.
Despite what the professor said, Rogue was nowhere to be found. Everyone knew that Rogue was really pumped to go to a dance that was happening at their school that night. This made her absence extra odd. The professor refused to use Cerebro to find her: "You can find her yourself; there's no need to waste my energy on Cerebro, you need to do things on your own sometimes." The dance started soon, and still there was no sign of Rogue. When her date Alek showed up, she still wasn't found . He joined the others in a thorough search of the Institute. High and low was searched, except for the places that were forbidden to them.
"All right, this is getting ridiculous," said Alek, who with having a nice aura about him, seeming increasingly annoyed. "Where is she? The dance starts in like 10 minutes! Has anyone tried her bedroom?"
Everyone looked at each other, and shook their heads. Dumbly, out of all of them, no one checked her bedroom! They all scurried to the hallway in which it was located. Alek--using his mutant power-- lightly trust his hand towards the door and what seemed like highly compressed air banged on the wood. The kids looked at each other in confusion; Alek had only "shot" the door very lightly, but the door fell off its hinges and flopped to the ground.
Inside the room was a gruesome sight. The room was all torn apart, and on the floor lay Rogue. She was on her stomach. Her back was bleeding and sticking out of the wound was a long, bony spike, which definitely hadn't come out if her, but rather, were shot into her.

*****More to come soon, so be patient. And PLEASE, tell me what you think! Just so you know, Alek is my character. I'll have more of him to come. And in case it isn't clear, his power is the ability to compress air into sort of "air bullets." Depending on the force in which he thrusts his hand, the "bullet" will agree with that force. One more thing. In case you think it's a typo, the past tense of "to thrust" is simply "thrust". I thought it was thrusted, but I was wrong. OK? Anything else unclear? E- mail me, or tell me in the review.*****