A/N This started as a one shot but I decided to make another chapter. I might do more but I'm not sure. As usual I don't own "Broadway". The Goo Goo Dolls do. I also do not own the characters.

She sat in the dingy bar with her 2nd bottle of beer waiting for her turn in the cage. She had been on the run for 3 months and it had brought her to the same path Logan had once taken.

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

She was a cage fighter. She didn't have his adamantium skeleton or the quick healing though so she won her fights (sometimes) fair. The voices in her head had faded. She had turned off her power for good. She had found the switch. Unfortunately it was a permanent switch she had made while still upset over leaving Logan and the institute. Magneto had helped her. He said something about changing the way her DNA was made up and that this would only work on her, but she didn't listen to the reasons. All she cared about was that she was no longer imprisoned in her skin. She watched as some punk got beaten down by the reigning champion in the bar. She just grabbed another beer and looked on numbly at the broken down loser scrunched up on the floor of the cage.

The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night's gone too far
The dim light hides the years
On all the faded girls

A waitress was going around serving drinks. Rogue had talked to her before. She had served drinks here for 15 years. Her beauty had all but left her and this pathetic excuse for a home was all she had left. Rogue wondered if that would be her in the future. Would anyone remember her when she died? She knew the answer before she asked the question. No, no one would care or remember. She would be just another nameless face found dead on the streets.

Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's somplace that you've been

"Now one of the few girls in the circuit will go up against our Bull Dowser." A mixed reaction from the crowd came as she walked up to the cage. None of them thought she would win. She wanted to be in that cage as much as the crowd wanted her there. There was excitement in it but at the same time she wanted she a home, but she was just a drifter making her way from town to town and bar to bar.

You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
'Cause you're livin' in a world
That you're best fogotten around here

She took the first hit. A shot to her face which left her nose once again broken. She got over the pain and began to fight back. Two kicks to the face later and "the bull dowser" was on the cage floor. She kicked him in the gut and he doubled up. She stopped kicking for a second and he was on his feet again. In that one moment of weekness he took her legs out from under her started to beat her. She crumpled up. "Get your head in this Rogue you have to eat tonight," was all she could tell herself, but then she though "would it be so bad if I starved to death." She got back on her feet anyway and showed her palm into his nose. He was done. If she had done it right his nose bone was in his brain now and he was done. She had. He fell to the floor. She took no joy in her victory as the crowd cheered. They took the body away and she was announced victor. No one else wanted to challenge her.

Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die

She took her money (all $200 of it) and got on her bike. She was headed to the next town and the next fight. She stopped by a trucker diner to get dinner and some gas. Canada was cold especially on a motorcycle. She needed a jacket she bought one off of a trucker. At first he didn't want her money but "something else". She kicked him in the balls and he decided money was payment enough for his leather jacket. "Ah've already spent $115 what am Ah gonna do. Is this really the life ah wanna live. Is this even a life?"

You choke down all you anger
Forget your only son
You pray to statues when you sober up for fun
You're anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell on the losers day parade

She got to the next town with a cage and settled in at a motel. She'd stay here for a couple of days and then see what happened. She had learned to adapt and she had learned that a kind heart gets you no where here. She had closed herself off from the world. No friends or family. At least no family that wanted her.

You see you'd love to run home
But you know you ain't got one
'Cause you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten
And when you're thinkin' you're a joke
And nobody's gonna listen
To the one small point
I know they been missin' 'round here

A/N Thanks for reading.