Disclaimer: I own nothing but the punks, gangsters, and troublemakers at the school. But you can have them. I don't want them.

A/N: Rovan! It's a Rovan! I had too much sugar...


"All right, that's about enough," Logan growled when a spike missed his head by a few inches. "You're gonna be enrolled at the most ghetto school in town."

"Haha, very funny, Logan," Evan said, completely unconcerned. "And sorry about that, by the way."

"You bet your punk ass you're sorry. I'm on my way right now."

"To where?"

"To enroll you, like I said."

"Whatever," Evan muttered and walked out of the main room, intending to train somewhere else.

Logan watched him go, eyes narrowed. "Yeah, keep that up. It'll just make it all the better to see your face when you get your enrollment papers."


"But why that school, Logan?" the Professor asked.

Logan had just presented him with the so-called brilliant idea, and he was feeling more than skeptical about its success.

"It'll whip him up into shape, change his attitude a bit. Make him grateful for what he has here and make him respect the rest of us more," Logan replied.

"But how can you be so sure that he won't become one of those kids?"

"Evan knows better than that. I just think that this is something he needs to experience. Besides, if things get too out of hand, we can always get him out."

"And what if damage has already been done?"

"Just trust me on this one, Charles. I've been around the block twice as many times as those old timers have. The kid can handle it. And who said he'd be going by himself?"


"Whoa, you were serious!" Evan exclaimed as he stared in horror at the papers he found in the envelope.

Logan was trying very hard to hide his smirk. Rogue, who had received her own papers as well, glared at him from the other side of the room.

"And what the hell did I do to deserve his fate, too?" she demanded.

"Someone's gotta take care of him while he's there."

"And you chose me why?"

"Just thought you could use a personality adjustment as well."

"Screw that."

"No thanks."

"Smartass."

"Watch it, kid."

Rogue diverted her glare to the papers, about to tear them apart. Logan reached behind him and grabbed several copies of the papers and waved them at her.

She curled her hand into a fist. "Damn!"

"C'mon, Logan. You can't possibly be sending us to that dump school. You know they have animal sacrifices there?" Evan shrieked.

"Yeah, just be happy it ain't mutant sacrifices," Logan replied.

Rogue sent him a deadly look. He just grinned back at her. "I'll never forgive you for this, Logan."

"I'll get over it."

"You'll die with your guilt."

"Not anytime soon, at least."

"I hate you."

"Love ya too, Stripes."

Evan started to shake his head in disbelief as his gaze roamed over the papers. "This is crazy. Please say you're joking."

"I ain't joking, and you ain't staying. I already got you two an apartment at the other side of town close to the school. Your things are packed and waiting at the door."

"What!" Evan and Rogue cried in unison.

"Did you think you'd be drivin from here to there every morning? You'd have to wake up at four a.m. to do that. Naw, you get your very own two-room apartment and Scott's old car."

"There is no way in hell you're gonna get us to go along with this," Evan said darkly.


"No way, huh?" Rogue asked him as they looked around their apartment.

Evan ignored her and dropped his bags on the floor. The apartment was small and empty, save for a few pieces of furniture. At least it was clean. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you think?"

"I think I'm gonna kill Logan the next time I see him," she said angrily, fingering her gloves.

"Yeah, well, save some for me," Evan muttered glumly. "Guess we'd better get to bed. Our first day starts tomorrow."

Rogue checked her watch. "It's only ten."

"This school starts at six thirty."

"Holy crap."

"I know."

He walked over to the hallway and inspected the bedrooms. "The rooms are pretty small, but they look decent."

Rogue followed him and looked over his shoulder. "I'll take that one. It has an extra window. Reminds me of my room when I was still in the Brotherhood."

Evan looked at her. "You still think about them?"

She scowled. "Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

A certain silver-haired individual with an annoying smirk crossed his mind. "Maybe."

"Well deal with it." She pushed past him into the room.

Jeez, what pinched her ass all of a sudden? he thought.

The door shut in his face. Rolling his eyes, he went back to the living room to retrieve his bags.


Rogue bit her lip. She shouldn't have snapped at him. Why did her life have to get so complicated? He was angry at her, she knew. It wasn't as if she wanted to leave him like that…she was just too upset to explain further. Just when she admitted to herself that she liked him, he was mad…at her. It was all Logan's fault. If it hadn't been for him, she would still be at home, waiting for the right moment to tell him her feelings. Now she couldn't.

With a frustrated groan, she flung herself on the small bed and buried her face in the pillow. After a while she reached inside her bag and took out a small journal. Writing about him always made her feel better.


Evan unpacked his things and pushed his clothes into the readied drawers by the bed. It was going to be a long school year; he was going to the crappiest school in the world. With Rogue! Of all the students at the institute, it had to be her who came with him. Well, at least it wasn't Kitty. He was her friend and all, but he couldn't imagine living in a small apartment with her…she'd drive him crazy.

"Rogue does have issues, though," he said to himself. "Either that or it's PMS."

He sighed and flopped down into a chair. How was he supposed to survive? Sure, he was a little out of hand sometimes. Most times. All the time. But did he really deserve to attend Satan's school? He thought not. And most definitely not with Rogue.


The next morning Rogue and Evan reluctantly climbed into Scott's 1993 red convertible. They'd skipped breakfast, both feeling too sick to eat. Rogue started the car and sped out to the main road.

"You got the directions, Evan?" she asked him.

"Yeah, right here."

Following Logan's irritatingly accurate directions, they reached the school in no time. Both mutants frowned deeply at what they saw. The building itself was covered in spray paint and graffiti, and it looked about ready to collapse. The kids all looked like they came from freak shows: wild-colored neon hair, body piercings, tattoos, tattered clothes, leather outfits, skimpy get ups, and everything else not normal.

"We're gonna die," Evan muttered.

"Just stick with me and I'll drain anyone who messes with us," Rogue said and got out of the car.

Evan looked at her, his surprise partly from her deciding to use her powers and partly from her allowing him to tag along with her.

"You're letting me stick with you?" he asked.

She gave him a sharp look. "Isn't that what I just said? But if you want to be on your own, that's fine with me."

"No, I'm coming with you," he said quickly and hopped out after her.

"Thought so. Come on." She slung her backpack over her shoulder and cautiously approached the littered –and polluted– school grounds.

The other students gave her interested glances; her gothic appearance allowed her to blend in. But when they looked at Evan, their faces broke out into evil sneers. His uneasiness grew when a group of whore-looking girls who were smoking sent him suggestive and coy gazes. He ducked his head and walked close to Rogue.

Class hadn't started yet so the grounds were cluttered with bodies and stuff that smelled of cheap perfume, smoke, sweat, dirt, and B.O. Rogue glared at anyone who looked their way. Most quickly averted their gazes and withered underneath her angry green eyes. But some glared back. Evan was suddenly glad that she was with him. His uneasiness evolved to fear as several kids flicked open pocketknives and flashed certain body parts when they passed. Rogue, however, was unfazed by all this and continued to glare her hatred at everyone.

They made their way to the front doors but before they could get in, a group of punks and punkettes immediately barred their path.

"What have we here?" one guy with lime green hair, an ugly face, and missing teeth asked. He looked Rogue over and grinned. "This one's pretty."

"Yeah, unlike your mom. Now get your ass out of the way before I do it for you," she fairly snarled.

"Oh-ho! She has a sharp tongue!" he said, eyes glittering dangerously.

"She's a bitch," a girl with greasy blonde hair and a horse face hissed. "A little girl dog. Maybe we should burn her in the next sacrifice."

"Maybe you should go screw a donkey. You sure as hell resemble one," Rogue snapped.

The girl's face turned bright red in anger. "You smart ass wench!" She flicked open a pocketknife and took a step forward.

The ugly boy held her back. "No need to get violent, Rey."

"Why not?" Rogue asked dubiously. "You might be surprised at what could happen."

Evan set a hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Rogue." There was a warning in his voice.

She shook him off and gave him an I-Know-What-The-Freakin-Hell-I'm-Freakin-Doing look. He backed off but eyed the offenders warily.

"So you're not afraid of us, are you?" the ugly boy asked.

Rogue stepped forward. "How about I deliver a kick at your crotch to answer that?"

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "You really don't know who you're dealing with."

"Then enlighten me."

"We're the Hellraisers, we take charge of this school on a daily basis."

"And I'm supposed to care why?"

His arrogant expression twisted into a menacing look. "You'd better watch what you say to anyone here. Especially us. Remember that." He moved past her and Evan, his comrades following. Rey glared at Rogue one more time before leaving.

The mutants watched them go, one deeply annoyed and the other feeling nervous. Evan turned to Rogue.

"You think they mean it?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter. If they try something…well, it's their funerals."