Author's notes: In my story there will be words and names of characters that are suppose to be in different languages. So if you see a word that is pronounced funny there will be a word in parentheses, which will tell you the correct way to pronounce it. There is only one or two of those in this chapter, but there will be more.
The jeep pulled into the Brotherhood Foster home that afternoon. Wanda stepped out in her usual pissed off at the world mood.
She had left earlier to get away from the male Brotherhood members. They had been spending the entire day digging up something Todd and Lance found in the yard the night before. All the digging was driving her crazy.
She made her way to where the boys were. There she saw Pietro watching from the step as the others dug and sifted through the soil. He had helped them earlier by uncovering half the stone figure in about ten seconds. He figured the others could handle it themselves.
Wanda walked over to the large hole in the ground as Lance stepped out of it with a shovel in hand.
"You guys are still digging," she asked him. "When are you guys gonna stop this, you probably just found a big rock."
"Oh that's where you're wrong Wanda," Lance said very confident with their find. "We found something alright. Probably nothing that you've ever seen in any normal art museum."
He motioned for Wanda to follow him into the pit. She rolled her eyes as she moved past the mounds of dirt. With ever so much care she moved into the pit that her male teammates had made.
There in front of he stood a tall stone figure. It was completely uncovered from its prison of soil and Earth. Todd and Fred were brushing some of the access dirt off it as Wanda marveled at the sight.
It was a tall rectangular statue, perfectly shaped with its images carved into it. Flames were carved into the hard marble. In the background seemed to be a portrait of judgement day forged in extreme detail, but it was what was in the foreground that caught Wanda's attention.
It was the center of the sculpture. A snake like figure made so smooth and explicit. It was obviously a cobra. She could tell by the flaps on his head.
His face was very peculiar indeed. Instead of a normal snake face, it was a skull. Not a snake's skull, but a human skull. And upon his head, was a crown. A crown with a symbol upon it. It was to half circles connected by one corner and from the connection came a short wavy line.
Wanda marveled at the spectacular detail of the statue. It was so realistic that she believed the figure would jump out at her.
Todd stopped brushing the statue and walked towards Wanda. "So what do you think of our discovery sweetie."
Wanda would have said for him to shut up, but all she could say was, "this is amazing. This thing was obviously buried her for a long time, but it doesn't look like its aged at all."
"Who cares about that," said Fred as he lifted the stone figure up. "All I know is this thing has got to be worth a pretty penny."
Fred took the thing out of the pit and towards the house. It was difficult to get it through the door at first, but if eventually fit. It was placed in the middle of the living room were they all believed it would be safe.
The boys left to clean themselves up, but Wanda stayed to look at the statue. It made her nervous. She starred at the snake figure, and it seemed to stare right back at her.
She quickly shook the feeling off and began to leave the room. As she left she heard a whisper from behind. "Bring me blood so I may walk the Earth again."
Wanda turned around instantly, but there was no one there. She shrugged and exited the room leaving the statue alone.
Rogue lied on the couch reading a horror novel as the sun began to set and darkness enveloped the town of Bayeville.
Her eyes were feeling heavy as she was getting to the good part of her story. She wanted to keep her eyes open, but could not. In no time she fell into a deep and soon to be troublesome sleep.
Evan sat within the dark and dank sewer as the other Morlocks slept. The sound of running water echoed throughout the air and the smell of waist filled it as well.
Sleep could not overcome the former X-Man tonight. His eyes seemed almost immune to it. Maybe this was a new development in his mutant ability. He seemed to need sleep less and less ever since the defeat of Apocalypse.
"You really must get some sleep," he heard a voice say from behind.
He turned his head and saw Callisto standing nearby. "I haven't slept in a while," he said as he turned his face forward again.
"That is why you need to," said the woman as she sat down next to him.
They both listened to the water around them. It had become calming to all the Morlocks over the long time they spent in the sewers.
"You've been sitting here almost all day. Why," Callisto asked as the spiked mutant let out a long sigh.
Evan sat calmly, but sadness was still heard in his voice as he spoke. "I've just been thinking about the X-Men. My aunt and my friends I left behind up there."
"You mustn't think about them," the woman said. "You know they will not except you up there. The top dwellers don't except any of us."
"I can't just stop hoping that one day it will change," Evan said. "I never really thought that people and mutants would ever live in peace, but still Xavier's dream is still stuck in my head."
Callisto was still skeptical on that dream, but she knew there was no point in arguing with Spyke.
As they sat a tall and lankly figure came out of the darkness. They knew it as Caliban instantly. He seemed calm, but they could tell he was alarmed.
"What is it Caliban," Evan asked as he stood from Callisto's side.
"Pardon my intrusion," he said in his hissing voice. "I believe we have intruders coming our way."
"How many," asked Callisto standing to her feet.
"There are four," he said. "It is strange. I have never sensed mutants like this before. I can not seem to find their exact location."
"Leave that to me," Callisto said as she headed down into the darkness of the tunnels.
Evan followed her saying, "you're not going alone." Of course Callisto was not against this.
They made their way through the blackness. Evan had grown accustom to it. He could almost see as well as Callisto.
The woman beside him did not seem nervous at all. She was confident that Spyke and herself could take on who ever was down in the sewers with them now.
They both stopped as Callisto caught sight of something up ahead. "Who are you," she demanded.
What ever was up ahead quickly hid out of view. Callisto showed no worry in that.
"I can see in the dark," she said. "There's no point in hiding from me."
There was no reply.
"Show yourself or I will have the other Morlocks here within seconds," she said again in a more threatening voice.
"Very well," they heard a voice from down the tunnel call.
It was no where near human. It was deep and almost reptile like.
"Before we come forward," said the voice, "promise that no harm will come to us."
Callisto thought about this. These mutants might have been like the Morlocks. Not excepted by the world above.
"Alright," she said, "don't worry, we will except you here."
Evan whispered to her. "Are you sure about this? We don't now who they are."
"I can't turn down mutants that have been outcaste by humans," she answered him. And he did not argue.
In no time the mutants were in view, but not really. They wore black cloaks that hid their entire bodies. The two Morlocks figured they were ashamed of their appearance.
"Who are you," Evan asked as he looked over each one of them. There was something about them that he did not trust.
The first mutant spoke in the voice they had heard only a few minutes ago. "Our names are of no concern to you. We do not know you in any way. But I will tell you my name and mine only; my comrades will keep theirs to themselves for now. I am called Reptilian."
"I see," said Callisto. "Follow us. We will lead you to our sanctuary from the people above."
"What about you," said the second mutant in a voice similar to the firsts. "We have not heard who you are."
Callisto said as she walked, "I am Callisto, the one with me is Spyke."
Evan watched the four as he moved. He did not know what to think of them, and until he did he was not going to let his guard down.
When they reached what the Morlocks called home they saw all the others were awake. Scaleface stepped forward shocked by the four strangers in their hide away.
Her actions were instinctive. She transformed into her terrifying lizard form, ready to attack the intruders. She let out a long roar so loud it made some Morlocks cover their ears. However the strangers did not show an ounce of alarm.
"Stand down Scaleface," Callisto demanded.
Scaleface did as was told. She transformed back into her human form, but kept her eyes on the four outsiders standing before her.
Callisto spoke again. "These four have come to us in peace. I promised that they would not be harmed here. We will all respect that wish regardless of who they are."
She turned back to the four robed mutants. "Now tell us," she asked, "what is your business with the Morlocks? Why did you come to us?"
The first mutant spoke. They knew it was Reptilian by the sound of his voice. "We have our reasons for being here. But why do you wish to know?"
Callisto paused. She thought that maybe these mutants still did not trust them. "Listen Reptilian, you do not have to fear humans down here. Here you are excepted no matter what your appearance may be."
Reptilian was silent for a few seconds and then he began to laugh. He seemed very amused with Callisto's statement.
"Fear humans" he asked as if he had been joyfully entertained. "We do not fear humans. They are no match for us."
All the Morlocks seemed very confused by his statement. He began to walk around them, glancing at each mutant as he passed them.
"We have been observing you," he said. "We've watched you for a long time. Studying who you are. Learning about each one of you. What your powers are, your fighting skills, who your leader is, and most importantly," he said as he stopped in front of Spyke, "who your protector is. The reason your friend there, Caliban, has not known of our whereabouts will remain unknown."
Evan stood very calm. He starred into the darkness of the mutant's hood and said, "that still doesn't tell us why you're here."
"Ah yes," Reptilian said as he moved away from Spyke. "Why are we here?"
"Tell us already," Evan stated in a very demanding voice.
Reptilian remained very calm as he looked towards his three companions. They began to move around the area standing in certain places without the Morlocks noticing.
He stood in front of Scaleface and turned his back to her so he faced Callisto and Evan. "We must prepare for the coming of Lord Tiro (Tyroe). The leader of our cause."
"Cause," Callisto asked even more confused.
"Yes," said Reptilian. "He has been imprisoned for many years. Twenty to be exact. I admit that does not seem long, but that is a long time to be alone with your own thoughts. Nothing is worse than being forced to remain in cold garnet until the world breaks open at the end of its time."
The Morlocks began to feel uneasy. Reptilian could seance the worry in the room and planned to use that to an advantage.
He reached into is robe and pulled out a strange silver device. It was shaped like a cone with to green spots upon it. It had a strange form of writing on the side, which no human eyes have seen for hundreds of years.
Reptilian continued. "The moon will be full in a matter of days. Then will be Ethenarole (Eethen-r-ole). The Night of Blood as would be said in your tongue. It comes once every decade. The night when those destroyed or imprisoned by the sorcery of old can be resurrected and walk the Earth once again."
Evan was not going to listen to this anymore. Reptilian's words were putting him on edge. He did not like where his speaking was going, what with the talk of a guy named Tiro and a Night of Blood involved.
"That's enough," he said. "No more of this bull shit here. Your making us all nervous so either stop talking about this Tiro guy or you can leave."
"Oh we do not intend to stay here," said Reptilian. His voice seemed to fill with pleasure as he spoke. He reached his hand into his robe.
"Then why are you here," asked Callisto watching the cloaked mutant's hand.
"We simply need something from you," Reptilian said.
His hand instantly came out of his robe with a sword gripped by the clawed and scaly fingers upon it. In one quick move it slashed backwards cutting open the stomach of Scaleface.
She knelt down to the ground as Reptilian turned to her. She did not seem to notice him. She held her wound as the other Morlocks only stood in shock and fear.
She began to speak as blood dripped from her mouth. "He cut me. He cut me." She was obviously in shock as well when she spoke.
She then screamed out in a total panic, "OH GOD MY LIVER! I CAN FEEL MY LIVER!"
Reptilian showed no pity. He swung his sword at her again, finishing her off.
Spyke took action immediately. He shot a barrage of bony spikes at the cloaked mutant. They flew clean through the air ready to pierce delicate flesh.
Reptilian leapt into the air dodging every spike. However they still met a target. Lucid was running to Scaleface as soon as she fell to the ground. The spikes hit clean into his green skin. Lucid screamed in pain as he was pinned to the wall.
Spyke saw what he had done. He became enraged with anger. The thorny mutant ran at Reptilian ready to spear his heart with a large flaming spike he formed from his arm.
As he moved he felt something wrap around him. He saw the three strange red tentacles bound around him.
It did not take him long to find where they had come from. In a far corner stood one of the cloaked mutants. The tentacles were coming from the inside of his hood covered in shadow.
In one quick movement Spyke was flung against the wall and knocked out cold.
The remaining Morlocks knew they had to fight for their lives. Cybelle ran for the third cloaked mutant. Her acid secreting hands reached out to melt the son of a bitch into a small puddle.
Sadly she did not last very long. With one swift move a sword was pulled out of the figure's cloak and sliced right into her left leg.
Cybelle winced in agony as the blade was pulled out. The next move was even more impressive then the first. He swung his sword upward lifting the helpless Morlock off her feet. He managed to slash her skin twice while she was in mid air. Poor Cybelle was dead before she even hit the ground.
Tropid was curled up in a corner to petrified to move. She had never seen anyone died before, and never wished to.
Callisto was up against Reptilian and fighting in a more defensive way. Dodging every attack the mutant made.
Across from them Facade was fighting the second mutant. And not to far away from that Caliban was fighting the fourth. The third cloaked mutant watched with joy over Cybelle's dead body.
Facade stood near the wall and used his mutant ability to match his surroundings. The second cloaked figure stood looking at the wall.
"There is no point in hiding," he said. "Your heart beats so loud I can find you in seconds."
The tentacles came out from his hood and in no time he located Facade. The appendages wrapped around his hidden body as he came into view again.
The mutant smashed him against the wall over, and over, and over again until he stopped breathing.
Caliban faced the fourth cloaked figure. The unknown mutant reached into his cloak. Caliban readied himself for a sword or any other type of blade, but instead the figure pulled out a crystal on the end of a small chain.
The figure held it up and began to swing it back and forth in front of his opponent's eyes.
Caliban wanted to look away, but could not. He had to stare at the swinging object.
"Look at my crystal," the figure said, "watch my crystal."
Caliban watched the swinging stone. He could not take his eyes off it. His mind seemed to wander away as the cloaked mutant spoke.
"You hear only me," he said. "Nothing else exists now except my voice. You are growing to me. You are connected to my words. Your mind belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me."
Caliban's eyes became dazed. "My mind belongs to you," he said.
"Take your hands," said the figure. "Clasp them around your head. Quickly now."
Caliban did as ordered.
"Now," said the figure. "Snap your neck. In one quick movement. Turn your head all the way around."
Caliban paused for a few second. Then in a fast motion he broke his own neck. His body fell limp to the ground.
Callisto saw this happen. Reptilian lowered his sword as the despair formed on her face.
Callisto looked towards Tropid. The poor girl seemed traumatized by what had happened.
"Run Tropid," the leader of the former Morlocks demanded. "Get out quickly."
Tropid did not hesitate. She ran away and down the tunnel, not looking back.
Reptilian turned to the mutant that killed Caliban. "Rhombie (Romby) get that girl," he ordered. "Make sure she never moves again."
Rhombie moved quickly. He ran down the tunnel after the little girl.
Callisto listened for a while. After a mere moment Tropid was heard screaming. It was instantly cut off by the sound of a blade.
There was a short period of silence. Then Rhombie came back to his comrades with a bloody sword in hand. He wiped the red liquid off with the sleeve of his cloak. "It was a real shame to sever such a pretty head from such a little body."
Callisto's face turned to despair. She turned to Reptilian as he spoke.
"Your friends are dead. And I ashore that you wont survive."
"I will kill you before I die," Callisto said.
She picked up a pipe that lied near her feet. She ran at Reptilian with rage in her eyes and heart.
Reptilian ran at her with his sword ready.
When they were about to make contact with each other Reptilian ducked down a little. He jammed his sword into Callisto and jumped up into the air with her.
He moved her under his feet and landed on her in the tunnel where the water ran. Callisto's body sunk into water.
Reptilian pulled his sword out and walked over to Scaleface dead on the floor.
He pointed the silver device, which he had held throughout the slaughter, at the corpse and pushed one of the green spots.
The blood from Scaleface's body was sucked in o the small device. Reptilian collected blood from all the Morlocks except for Callisto and Tropid.
As he finished his harvest Evan began to stir.
Reptilian walked over to him.
Evan opened his eyes and saw the cloaked mutants standing over him. He looked through them and saw the dead Morlocks scattered around the room.
Evan formed a spike from his arm and prepared to thrust it into Reptilian's gut, but the evil mutant saw that coming.
He held his sword right up to Evan's face where his rocky armor did not protect him.
Evan paused and slid the spike back in.
Reptilian stood for a few seconds. He lifted his hand and removed his hood revealing his face.
It was that of a lizard. Some what like a dragon. His eyes were orange and had black slits in them for pupils. He had red plates on his neck and back, which began at the top of his head and ended at the tip of his tail. His large mouth was full of sharp teeth.
He leaned his face closer to Evan's. "I want you to live," he said. "So you can live with the pain of knowing that you failed to defend these mutants. So you can live your life in agony."
Evan only looked at him in hatred. However that did not bother the four mutants. They quickly left, leaving Evan in his own sorrow.
As soon as Evan was sure they were gone he ran over to Caliban's body. He looked at the blank stare in his eye.
The spiked mutant kneeled down next to the deceased Caliban. He did not cry, and that hurt him even more that he couldn't. These people had taken him in when his powers made him deformed, and now they were dead.
He slid his hands across Caliban's face, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said.
His body ran cold. These people were his friends. He had promised to protect them. And he let them get killed.
As he knelt in shame a voice came from behind him. "Help me."
It sounded like a scared little child. "Help me please," it came again.
Evan turned to the voice, willing to do what ever he could to help. He became stunned and afraid when he saw the figure behind him.
Professor Xavier wheeled himself into the room where Rogue had fallen asleep. There was a look of concern upon his face. Ororo followed close behind him with the same expression
Kitty and Kurt were standing over the couch where Rogue lied. They were holding her down as she was thrashing about and screaming.
Xavier could hear her frantic words. "NO! DON'T HURT THEM! LEAVE THEM ALONE! PLEASE!"
"What's wrong," Charles asked as he made his way over to the screaming girl.
Kitty looked up at him and said in a fearful voice, "I don't know. Me and Kurt just heard her screaming and we ran in here. We tried to wake her up, but we can't."
"We don't know what she's talking about," Kurt added, "something about the Morlocks."
Ororo became afraid as well, remembering her nephew in the sewers. "The Morlocks," she asked in a panic. "What about the Morlocks? Is Evan alright?"
"Ororo, please stay calm," Charles said raising a hand. "We'll learn everything soon."
He placed his hand over Rogue's forehead as she screamed. His mind soon entered hers.
It took no time at all for Charles to be surrounded by chaos. He found himself in the sewers with the Morlocks. Evan was unconscious in a corner while the others were battling against strange people wearing cloaks. Few of the Morlocks were already dead on the ground.
In the midst of all the fighting Charles could see Rogue watching from the side. She was screaming for the cloaked figures to stop. Her eyes were wide with terror, and she seemed to be shivering from all the death around her.
Charles wasted no time. He used his physique to grab hold of Rogue and pull her out of this horrible dream that she could not seem to wake from on her own.
In a quick flash Charles was back in his own mind as Rogue woke up screaming. She calmed down when she saw all the familiar faces around her. Her breaths came out in quick gasps of uneasiness.
She put her face in her hands and said, "oh thank God."
A few deep breaths came out of her mouth before she lowered her hands. Her face turned to the professor as she began to speak to him in a very distraught way.
"Professor," she said and then she began to speak very fast and panicked. "Professor. The Morlocks, we gotta help the Morlocks. They need our help, they're all dying."
Charles put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Rogue, calm down. It was only a dream."
"No," she insisted. "No it wasn't. The Morlocks are being butchered. These things are killing them."
"Rogue," Charles uttered more persistently, "trust me there is nothing wrong."
"Don't tell em that," Rogue said both angry and afraid. "I saw it happening. They're being killed."
"Please Rogue," Charles said grabbing hold of the troubled girl's head. He put his hands on her hair so he did not touch her skin.
"Rogue, you have been here on the couch this whole time. You fell asleep earlier and we thought it best not to wake you because of all that has happened. It was only a dream."
Rogue thought for a while. She stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room as if trying to piece this information together.
She stopped and leaned against the wall in a way that made it seem like it took so much effort to get there. She turned back to the X-men present and said, "this doesn't make seance. It was so real."
"I know," Charles said in a comforting voice, "but believe me Rogue, everything is alright."
Rogue could only nod, but the worry did not leave her face. She left the room as the others watched her in concern.
The pale girl made her way to the kitchen. It was a quarter to ten o'clock so it was obvious that she missed dinner. It was a shame to her since she had not eaten anything all day. She needed something in her stomach.
No one was in the kitchen when she arrived. Usually Kurt was always in there even after dinner not satisfied with the meal before hand. But tonight no one was there.
Rogue opened the freezer and pulled out a small thing of ice cream. She needed something sweet to calm her down. She grabbed a spoon and leaned against the counter as she slowly put small spoonfuls of ice cream in her mouth.
That dream had really gotten to her. She had never seen anything more petrifying in her life. Her hands were still shaking as she ate.
When she finally noticed she was still shivering she slammed the ice cream down on the counter.
"Come on Rogue it was only a goddamn nightmare," she said trying to convince herself, but nothing seemed to convince her.
The Goth put the ice cream back and made her way to the outside. As she opened the front door of the institute a cool breeze hit her instantly. It felt good on the skin of her untouchable face.
She needed to get some fresh air. She wanted anything that would calm her down and help her forget what she had seen in her sleep.
Her purple eyelids closed. She just stood and listened to the sounds around her. The waves banging against the cliffs on the opposite side of the institute. The night wind brushing by her ears. The sound of crickets chirping, which was unusual to here in a city.
It was beginning to get cold around her, but Rogue didn't care. It was peaceful outside and it seemed to be calming her down. Her mind was beginning to be at peace, something Rogue had not felt in a long time.
"It was only a dream," she said to herself. "It was only a stupid dream."
Sadly her comfort was interrupted by the cries of a familiar voice. Her eyes snapped open as she heard someone at the gates yell, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"
She wiggled her finger in her ear thinking she had been hearing things, but sure enough it came again. "SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE HELP!"
Rogue ran towards the sound. It took her some time to find her way to the gate in the dark, but the screams for help assisted her in locating it.
When she had finally got there, what she saw made her gasp in disbelief.
"Evan," she said as she saw the spiked mutant standing behind the metal bars of the gate.
Evan looked at her with what seemed like relief in his eyes. "Rogue," he said, "oh thank God. You gotta help."
"What are you doing here," Rogue asked very surprised to see him above ground.
She looked down and saw that Evan was carrying something in his arms. Rogue did not notice it before.
But in less than a second Rogue could see that it was not something, it was someone.
Callisto lay limp in Evan's arms. Her stomach was covered in blood, but she was still breathing. She was barely alive.
"Holy shit, what happened." Rogue's voice sounded horrified.
"Just let me in," Evan pleaded.
Rogue got the gate open in haste and then helped Evan carry Callisto the rest of the way to the institute.
Evan sat in the meeting room with the rest of the X-Men excluding Mr. McCoy. Rogue sat closest to him trying to be as consoling as possible.
Callisto was in very bad condition when Evan had finally got her there. It was not certain whether she would live.
The other X-men were discussing all around. They all seemed frantic by the news that Evan had brought along with the injured woman.
They all became silent when Charles spoke.
"Now Evan," he said, "please tells us again what happened."
Evan tried very hard to seem calm, but he was clearly pained by the events that had occurred.
"I told you almost a dozen times already," he said.
"This is the last time," Charles assured. "I promise."
"I told you," Evan began once again, "these guys came down there. We didn't know who they were, but we figured they wanted to join us. They knocked me out and by the time I woke up all the Morlocks were dead."
"Now Evan this is very important," Charles stated, "did this Reptilian character say anything that may give a reason to why they did this?"
"I don't know," Evan said very upset. "How is asking me all these questions gonna help Callisto right now. For all we know she may already be dead."
Xavier tried to sound reassuring when he spoke. "Evan, the more we know about this mutant the better chance we have of stopping him before he hurts any one else."
Evan tried his best to calm himself down. "He talked about some one named Tiro. And he also mentioned a thing called The Night of Blood. Something to do with when the moon is full."
Scott, who had hung on every word, turned to Xavier. "That's only about two days away."
"I see," Charles said as he tried to piece together this information. "Anything else?"
Evan could only shake his head. Charles knew there would be no more questions tonight.
He was about to speak again when Hank entered the room.
All the X-Men turned to him waiting to hear Callisto's condition.
"How is she," Charles awaited the answer.
"She will be alright," Hank said, putting everyone in the room at ease. "However she will be weak for quite some time. She lost a lot of blood and what ever she was attacked with left quite a bit of damage. It will be some time before she can eat solid foods again."
Evan stood up and said, "can a go see her." It was more of a plea than a question.
"Yes," was Hank's answer, "but she is asleep right now, you won't be able to talk to her."
That did not seem to bother the boy as he headed down to the infirmary.
As soon as he was gone Logan faced Xavier. "So, what do we do about this Charles?"
"I don't know," was the only answer the mind reader could come up with.
He looked over to Hank who stood in the room, unaware of the conversation with Evan.
"Hank," he asked as the big man turned to him. "I need you to find out as much as you can about someone named Tiro. Find out what ever you can."
"I beg your pardon," Hank asked very bewildered now.
"Please Hank, I will inform you on the details later," Charles stated.
After that was said all the X-Men went off to bed. It was very late now and most of them had school in the morning.
Before Rogue could leave Xavier asked her to stay for a few more minutes. She walked over to him and saw the curious look on his face.
He did not even wait for Rogue to question why he wanted her to stay. "First of all Rogue, I would like to apologies, for not believing you when you told us of this. I thought you were only having a dream."
"Well Ah wasn't," Rogue said not meaning to sound so harsh.
"And second of all," the Prof. continued, "I want to ask you why you had the dream? Do you know why you might be the only person here who saw what was happening?"
Rogue tried to think of a reason ever since Evan had arrived here, but nothing was presenting itself.
"Ah have no idea," she said. "Ah just fell asleep and found mahself in all that pandemonium. It was like Ah had a connection with those people, but Ah don't know how that's possible."
Xavier nodded. "Very well," he said, "you may go to bed now Rogue. And don't worry, we'll try to sort this all out."
Rogue left the room and headed upstairs. As she moved she wondered about what she had seen. She wondered if the people that killed the Morlocks were connected to the mutants the X-Men dealt with the night before. After all there was a link between their arrival and the Morlock slaughter.
She shock her head and decided not to think about it tonight. Only she did not know, what dangers awaited her and all the X-Men, that has been feared for many years.