Sorry I haven't updated for a while, its like I said when I wrote the first
chapter it was in a sleepless state. So there wasn't much of a solid plot
and I've been thinking about how to do it. But from the help of your
reviews I have now got a descent plot, I think:?
Chapter 2
Rogue pulled off the rest of her clothes and climbed into bed. She shivered as her bearskin touched the cold cotton sheets. She curled up into her self, wishing for the sheets to warm up soon. This was one of the only things where she can expose her horrid skin with out worrying about touching another person. This would be her last night in her bed, in her own room, in this mansion to be precise.
She had every thing figured out; she was going to take one of Scott's and just leave. She already had her duffle bag hidden in the garage waiting for her. Her alarm clock was set for half three in the morning and all she had to do now is sleep and wait for the time to come to leave this hellhole. She smiled as the chill left the sheets and she was free to fall to sleep.
This was bad, she didn't think any one else would be up this early but when she walked past the kitchen he had called out her name. What could she say? She was dresses ready to leave. How could she explain it? Rogue thought hard for an excuse to tell the person she was running away from, Logan.
"Rogue, what are ya doing up so early?" Rogue looked over Logan; he was sitting at the table with a cigar clamped in his mouth and a beer in his hand.
"Ay couldn't sleep." Rogue inwardly cringed 'ay couldn't sleep' she didn't believe it herself. He was going to smell the lie a mile off. "Nightmares."
"Oh, You wanna talk about it?" Rogue cringed at that too, why did he suddenly care? It was fine and dandy that his finally stop pining over Jean but to try and be her agony uncle, he could go shove his stupid advise up his arse.
"No, I was just gonna go out side to clear me head abit." Rogue smiled at him weakly and turn around heading for the door. "I'll catch you later."
"Be careful kid." Logan called after her. Rogue had to bite her tongue to stop her calling out 'arsewipe' at him. At least she won't have to see him again. She went out the front door and headed towards the garage. It didn't take her long to have the motorbike ready to go and her bag strapped to it. She opened the garage door and took off in to the night. The institution becoming further and further away from her. Rogue was free.
Logan heard a motorbike speed away from the mansion. Rogue had just went out side, no one else was awake so that meant... "Shit"
Logan went outside to see Rogue speed out of the gates, leaving the mansion and him behind. Logan frowned at her retreating form. He sighed deeply before returning to the mansion. She was just having another childish episode; she really did need to grow up.
Chapter 2
Rogue pulled off the rest of her clothes and climbed into bed. She shivered as her bearskin touched the cold cotton sheets. She curled up into her self, wishing for the sheets to warm up soon. This was one of the only things where she can expose her horrid skin with out worrying about touching another person. This would be her last night in her bed, in her own room, in this mansion to be precise.
She had every thing figured out; she was going to take one of Scott's and just leave. She already had her duffle bag hidden in the garage waiting for her. Her alarm clock was set for half three in the morning and all she had to do now is sleep and wait for the time to come to leave this hellhole. She smiled as the chill left the sheets and she was free to fall to sleep.
This was bad, she didn't think any one else would be up this early but when she walked past the kitchen he had called out her name. What could she say? She was dresses ready to leave. How could she explain it? Rogue thought hard for an excuse to tell the person she was running away from, Logan.
"Rogue, what are ya doing up so early?" Rogue looked over Logan; he was sitting at the table with a cigar clamped in his mouth and a beer in his hand.
"Ay couldn't sleep." Rogue inwardly cringed 'ay couldn't sleep' she didn't believe it herself. He was going to smell the lie a mile off. "Nightmares."
"Oh, You wanna talk about it?" Rogue cringed at that too, why did he suddenly care? It was fine and dandy that his finally stop pining over Jean but to try and be her agony uncle, he could go shove his stupid advise up his arse.
"No, I was just gonna go out side to clear me head abit." Rogue smiled at him weakly and turn around heading for the door. "I'll catch you later."
"Be careful kid." Logan called after her. Rogue had to bite her tongue to stop her calling out 'arsewipe' at him. At least she won't have to see him again. She went out the front door and headed towards the garage. It didn't take her long to have the motorbike ready to go and her bag strapped to it. She opened the garage door and took off in to the night. The institution becoming further and further away from her. Rogue was free.
Logan heard a motorbike speed away from the mansion. Rogue had just went out side, no one else was awake so that meant... "Shit"
Logan went outside to see Rogue speed out of the gates, leaving the mansion and him behind. Logan frowned at her retreating form. He sighed deeply before returning to the mansion. She was just having another childish episode; she really did need to grow up.