A/N: Angel's mission comes out it this chapter and there's a few more interesting developments that will come, now you never know who Rogue could end up with in the end. :) hope you enjoy it guys!
Angel stood in the darken room in his mansion watching the star dusted sky through the window. His wings ached to fly to be away from this place but he couldn't leave until he'd stopped his father. He couldn't let his father release the cure he was creating through the blood of another mutant. The mutant society didn't need a cure there was nothing wrong with them, a cure wasn't the answer to isolate and rid mutants of the human world. Mutants weren't people who were simply sick, they were real life people and they didn't need a cure to fix them when nothing was wrong with them in the first place. He couldn't let the cure be released into the world he would stop it even if it was the last thing he did.
Rogue found herself lying stiffly on the couch covered with a blanket. The room around her was dark and empty, everyone had left her to be. Her mind was a buzz of images none of them making much sense. All she got was needles and some kind of liquid injection. She had feelings of hope and yet anger that filled in every space of her very being. The last thing she remembered was the most confusing, all there was within her mind was a single brilliant while feather that elegantly floated to the ground brushing her open fingertips as it passed. She didn't understand the meanings of the dream but she knew now wasn't the time to worry about it, so pulling herself up from the couch she made her way up the stairs to her own room where she promptly fell asleep again.
The brilliant sun of the dying afternoon finally awoke Rogue from her deep slumber notifying her that she'd slept most of the day away. She forced her limbs to work for her as she made her way to the window where the muffled sounds of children to playing within the last of the dying light came through. It wasn't those sounds that had alerted her though; there was another sound that echoed above all others, a rumbling noise that was recognized instantly within her ears. The sound was approach, and approaching fast. Through the clear glass of her window she watched as the motorbike she'd heard approached the house and came to a complete stop. From her high vantage point she saw Ororo and Logan standing in the doorway to greet their newest arrival. Turning her attention back to the new coming she saw her remove his helmet and flick his coppery brown hair back from his face, his head turned and red on black eyes meet Rogue's own emerald green ones. She could feel the strangers' mutant eyes burning into her own before she finally released and moved away back into her room, crashing into the body of the person who'd crept up in silence.
"Whoa careful" Tabitha cried stepping back to prevent herself from falling
Rogue caught her own balance and looked up at the other she was slowly becoming to know and like. The only girl in the mansion her own age she had the feeling she could ever be friends with.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost" Tabitha stated looking curiously at Rogue's face
Rogue carefully turned her head to catch her reflection in the mirror and saw what Tabitha said was true, her face was slightly paler than usual making it seem as though she really did see a ghost. She knew that it had something about the new arrival, there was something almost familiar about him and yet she didn't understand way a simple look with his mutant eyes caused her to look as though a ghost had just materialized before her. Rogue shook her head to release all thoughts of the new arrival from her mind. She'd worry about that later, now wasn't the time, not when Tabitha was taking her out on the town for the night as Tabitha grew yet another year older. Only a few knew what the day was for Tabitha and Storm had promised not to make a big deal about it only gifting the new girl a deep red rose hung from a black ribbon choker as a birthday gift. Rogue hurried to change into her party clothes ensuring all possible skin was covered before Tabitha grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the house. The pair were going to party like there was no tomorrow, you only turn nineteen once and this was Tabitha's one and only nineteen birthday to celebrate and the girls would make the most of it.