Chapter Two: Meeting the Rogue

"Weren't ya listenin' to Trask out there. Were the X-Men." Wolverine said.

"And I'm in the Brotherhood of Mutants." Blob quickly said.

"Ya Ah know what ya freakin' people are. Ah mean who are ya? Ya know, names," snapped an annoyed Rogue.

Beast decided it was time for him to speak up. "I'm Hank McCoy, but you may call me Beast."

Evan then jumped up and announced, "Yo, I'm Evan. Codename's Spike."

It was Blob's turn, "I'm Fred, but they call me the Blob."

"Yeah and I'm Wolverine. That's all your getting from me." Logan growled at the shadows.

Rogue just rolled her eyes. Man, this guy must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this mornin'. She looked at them through the darkness, sizing them all up. Each one of them looked strong, but Rogue knew she could take each and every one out.

The silence seemed to go on for a while till Blob's curiosity got the best of him and asked, "So Rogue, why are you in the shadows?"

Bright, emerald eyes lit up through the darkness Rogue was covered in. The only answer he got was, "Cause Ah can! Got it!"

Silence once again returned. None of them tried to talk to her. Knowing they wouldn't get much an answer from her anyway. Rogue sat high above them on the ceiling watching them, studying their every move. Time passed and still nothing happened. Guards went in an out.

Near night Trask came by. He stopped in front of the Cell 200 and just looked at them. Knowing it was going to annoy one of them. It did. "Hey, I know ya didn't travel done here for nothing. So what do ya want?" Wolverine growled out.

Trask appeared amused that his being there annoyed him. Looking at them all, he just said, "Oh, this is going to be a fun week. Yes it is." Then he turned and walked away.

"What no goodbyes?" said an annoyed Wolverine. If looks could kill, Trask would be dead.

Rogue just sat there, trying to contain her laughter of what just passed, and she failed miserably.