Four
"Now, you do have homework."
I groan, looking at Storm. She always had been merciless with things like this in class, But every weekend? I shove my Earth Science book in my bag. Thinking of what in the world I was going to wear to this "Ball" thing. I swing my bag onto my shoulders, and head up to my room, tossing my bag onto my bed. Kitty walked in, and smiled mischievously.
"Getting ready for your big "Date"?" She teased.
"Shut up," I said blushing. "It's just business."
"Suuure." She grins. "So what are you gonna wear?"
"Eh, heck if I know." I began to fish through my closet. "Ah ha! Found it."
My gloved hands gripped the hanger, and pulled out a long black tube dress.
"That's good. Make sure I see you before you leave lover girl." She gave a small wave, and left before I had the chance to throw a pillow at her.
Meanwhile Logan was searching for his tux he had bought a year ago, but never wore.
"Do, de, do." He flipped through some more vesture, and finally found it. He set it on his bed, and withdrew and shrunk his claws.
"Yup, yup." He put on his suit, and looked at himself in the mirror fixing his tie. He dug in his pocket, and pulled out the small detection device Xavier had given him.
"This is a pretty nice one old man." He said to himself, sticking it back in his pocket. He grabbed the black rose for Rogue off of his nightstand, and walked to the main hall to wait for her.
I twisted the rest of my hair, and pinned it, giving me a rather sophisticated look.
"Finally, damn hair." I said bitterly, beginning to leave.
"He'll be impressed." Said Kitty smiling. "Real" Impressed."
"You think so?" I asked fixing one of my black gloves.
"Definitely, he'd be crazy not to."
I smiled. "I'll see you later Kitty Pryde." She winked.
I walked down the stairs, seeing Logan. "Look at you." I said flashing him a smile.
"Wow Rogue, you look. Great." I blushed slightly. "Thanks."
"For my princess." He handed me a black rose.
"Wow Logan, thank you."
"To the Limo!"
"Limo?" I asked knowing for a fact I had never in all of my time here seen a Limo. "Well, not quite," He led me to a very nice black car.
"New model, we go it in last week."
"Nice," I said getting into the passenger side, and Logan closed the door for me.
He got in his side, and turned on the ignition. "Center Club, New York, New York." He said into the microphone type thing. It then began driving itself.
"Now, did X give you your device?"
"No," I answered.
"Here," He handed me a small little cell phone looking thing.
"It'll be able to locate Magneto's comrades for you."
I shoved it in my purse, and the car stopped.
"Damn, already? We had to've been going at least eighty."
I shrug, and get out of the car, securing my cloak.
We walk up the marble staircase, and through the giant doors.
"Miss. Evans! You've arrived!" He said jovially to me.
"And this must be?"
"Logan Evans," I respond.
"Wonderful, there is food, and refreshments, please enjoy yourselves."
I nod, and Logan shakes his hand. We walk into the middle of the ballroom floor, and we begin to dance.
"I've got the first one," He said. "He's right over there by the Champaign."
"How are we going to do this?" I ask. "Easy, talk to em' in German, get his buddies, and I'll take care of the greeting guy."
"Gotcha'," I walk over to the man, seductively swaying my hips.
"Hello, Madame." He said cordially.
"I was wondering, would you and your handsome friends like to join me in a drink?" I ask in fluent German.
"Most certainly."
They gathered around me, and I held the glass and sipped, ignoring the bitter sweet taste and begin talking to them about money.
While Logan took the guy to the back, and came out, looking rather pleased.
I picked the main man's pocket, and bid them farewell. "How'd it go?" He asked as we began to drive off.
"Great, I got the guys wallet."
"Anything useful in there?"
I began rummaging through the wallet, finding various business cards. I then found a strange irregular license.
"Magneto," I said in awe looking at the license.
"What's the dude's name?"
"Gregory Lapinoph He's part of the Brotherhood. I think he is working with Stryker, he's got tags."
"Let me see that," He took the license, and surveyed it. "I'll be damned." He handed the license back to me.
"Wonder if he's a Mutant." He thought aloud.
"Knowing Stryker. Probably." I answer.
We pulled into the Institute's drive, and the car stopped.
I wrap my cloak around me, and Logan walked with me leaving me at my room.
We ended up having one of those really intense moments, but he hugged me, and left. I went ahead and grabbed my journal, scribbling out an entry:
"Not sure what just happened. Just thought I'd fill you in, today went okay, the mission was a success. Later. Rogue"
I pulled back my covers, and lied there, staring at the ceiling and finally my eyes slowly closed, and opened the door to a haunted sleep.
"Now, you do have homework."
I groan, looking at Storm. She always had been merciless with things like this in class, But every weekend? I shove my Earth Science book in my bag. Thinking of what in the world I was going to wear to this "Ball" thing. I swing my bag onto my shoulders, and head up to my room, tossing my bag onto my bed. Kitty walked in, and smiled mischievously.
"Getting ready for your big "Date"?" She teased.
"Shut up," I said blushing. "It's just business."
"Suuure." She grins. "So what are you gonna wear?"
"Eh, heck if I know." I began to fish through my closet. "Ah ha! Found it."
My gloved hands gripped the hanger, and pulled out a long black tube dress.
"That's good. Make sure I see you before you leave lover girl." She gave a small wave, and left before I had the chance to throw a pillow at her.
Meanwhile Logan was searching for his tux he had bought a year ago, but never wore.
"Do, de, do." He flipped through some more vesture, and finally found it. He set it on his bed, and withdrew and shrunk his claws.
"Yup, yup." He put on his suit, and looked at himself in the mirror fixing his tie. He dug in his pocket, and pulled out the small detection device Xavier had given him.
"This is a pretty nice one old man." He said to himself, sticking it back in his pocket. He grabbed the black rose for Rogue off of his nightstand, and walked to the main hall to wait for her.
I twisted the rest of my hair, and pinned it, giving me a rather sophisticated look.
"Finally, damn hair." I said bitterly, beginning to leave.
"He'll be impressed." Said Kitty smiling. "Real" Impressed."
"You think so?" I asked fixing one of my black gloves.
"Definitely, he'd be crazy not to."
I smiled. "I'll see you later Kitty Pryde." She winked.
I walked down the stairs, seeing Logan. "Look at you." I said flashing him a smile.
"Wow Rogue, you look. Great." I blushed slightly. "Thanks."
"For my princess." He handed me a black rose.
"Wow Logan, thank you."
"To the Limo!"
"Limo?" I asked knowing for a fact I had never in all of my time here seen a Limo. "Well, not quite," He led me to a very nice black car.
"New model, we go it in last week."
"Nice," I said getting into the passenger side, and Logan closed the door for me.
He got in his side, and turned on the ignition. "Center Club, New York, New York." He said into the microphone type thing. It then began driving itself.
"Now, did X give you your device?"
"No," I answered.
"Here," He handed me a small little cell phone looking thing.
"It'll be able to locate Magneto's comrades for you."
I shoved it in my purse, and the car stopped.
"Damn, already? We had to've been going at least eighty."
I shrug, and get out of the car, securing my cloak.
We walk up the marble staircase, and through the giant doors.
"Miss. Evans! You've arrived!" He said jovially to me.
"And this must be?"
"Logan Evans," I respond.
"Wonderful, there is food, and refreshments, please enjoy yourselves."
I nod, and Logan shakes his hand. We walk into the middle of the ballroom floor, and we begin to dance.
"I've got the first one," He said. "He's right over there by the Champaign."
"How are we going to do this?" I ask. "Easy, talk to em' in German, get his buddies, and I'll take care of the greeting guy."
"Gotcha'," I walk over to the man, seductively swaying my hips.
"Hello, Madame." He said cordially.
"I was wondering, would you and your handsome friends like to join me in a drink?" I ask in fluent German.
"Most certainly."
They gathered around me, and I held the glass and sipped, ignoring the bitter sweet taste and begin talking to them about money.
While Logan took the guy to the back, and came out, looking rather pleased.
I picked the main man's pocket, and bid them farewell. "How'd it go?" He asked as we began to drive off.
"Great, I got the guys wallet."
"Anything useful in there?"
I began rummaging through the wallet, finding various business cards. I then found a strange irregular license.
"Magneto," I said in awe looking at the license.
"What's the dude's name?"
"Gregory Lapinoph He's part of the Brotherhood. I think he is working with Stryker, he's got tags."
"Let me see that," He took the license, and surveyed it. "I'll be damned." He handed the license back to me.
"Wonder if he's a Mutant." He thought aloud.
"Knowing Stryker. Probably." I answer.
We pulled into the Institute's drive, and the car stopped.
I wrap my cloak around me, and Logan walked with me leaving me at my room.
We ended up having one of those really intense moments, but he hugged me, and left. I went ahead and grabbed my journal, scribbling out an entry:
"Not sure what just happened. Just thought I'd fill you in, today went okay, the mission was a success. Later. Rogue"
I pulled back my covers, and lied there, staring at the ceiling and finally my eyes slowly closed, and opened the door to a haunted sleep.