Chapter 3
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Marie headed towards the cafeteria. It felt like she hadn't eaten in a week, for some reason. Her powers really drained her energy. But, of course, that wasn't something she didn't expect to happen.
Once she got into the cafeteria, she sat down next to one of her friends. It was Emily Rasputin. The daughter of Piotr and Kitty.
"Hey, Emily!" Marie said, sitting down next to her best friend.
"How's everything? I heard you got your powers!" Emily smiled.
"Oh. Yeah." Marie half smiled.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy? What are they? They aren't like Rogue's, are they?" Emily questioned.
"No, nothings wrong. Yes, of course I'm happy. I'm not sure what my powers are. And no! They are not like Rogue's!" Marie quickly said, nearly tripping over her words.
Pretty soon, none other than Rogue sat down next to them.
"Oh… hey Rogue!" Emily smiled.
Rogue was an adult now. She had been for quite some time now. She stared at the two girls before finally speaking.
"Oh, I heard you say mah name." she smiled.
"Oh, I was just asking Marie about her powers." Emily informed Rogue.
"In that case, I'll be seein' ya' later. My… fiancé is waitin' for me." Rogue giggled.
"Her fiancé?" Marie stared blankly.
"Yeah… Didn't you hear?" Emily began, "Rogue is getting married!"
"To whom?" Marie asked.
"Well, I'll tell you who it isn't…" Emily teased.
"What? Fine. I'll play along. Who isn't it?"
"Remy." Emily giggled.
"You're joking? A few years ago they seemed like they where never apart!"
"Just kidding!" Emily told her.
"Well, I was going to say! I just saw them last week. In the garden. And he was giving her a romantic talk thing that he does." Marie laughed.
"Yeah, the wedding is supposed to take place in the garden. In six months, I believe."
After that, Marie got up and left the cafeteria.
The next day, around recess once again, Marie was back out in the playground. She walked over to the swing set where she and Emily usually hung out.
Not this time. Or at least, Emily wasn't there yet. Marie sat down anyways.
Pretty soon Emily joined her. That was good news.
"So, how's everything going?" Emily asked.
"Pretty good. I still don't know what my powers are, though." she sighed.
"Does anyone?" Emily asked hysterically.
"I think a few people might." Marie sighed. "I'll probably be the last one to know."
"Well, how powerful where you when you did your demonstration?"
"I don't know…" Marie said. "The Professor sent out some sentinels that I destroyed, but other than that it was nothing."
"How did you destroy them?"
Marie sat there thinking. "Come to think of it, I can hardly remember. It's all been a blur of things these last two days… Ugh." she groaned. "I can hardly remember what I learned in math class this morning!"
Not long after, Marie saw as the same four girls approached. "Not again!" she thought to herself.
The leader approached her. She grunted at Marie. All of a sudden, four large vines emerged from her sides. She grabbed Marie and flipped her around in the air.
Marie wasn't going to let this girl do this. Quickly, without even having to think, she grabbed the girl's vines and counter-attacked the girl. She flipped the girl and smashed her onto the ground. She then started to swing her around until she had knocked all the others away.
After that, the leader grew really angry and four more vines emerged from her back. She grabbed at Marie, but Emily had butted in. She grabbed one of the vines and it disintegrated in her hands. She grabbed another, and another, and finally the last of the extra vines.
Marie once again threw the leader onto the ground, making the ground shake. She at last grabbed one of the vines and, swinging the girl around, finally threw her out of the school boundaries.
"WHOA!" Emily exclaimed. "What'd you just do? You're like… WOW!" Emily started jumping up and down, hugging her best friend. "This is so cool!"
"Man! I'm going to get in trouble!" Marie mumbled.
"Yes, young lady. You are." said a voice inside her head.