ROGUE
Rogue stared into the mirror, her nose wrinkled. It didn't show, but she knew it was happening, she could feel it, like a prickling in her skin. She knew that the so-called cure had been a failure and that over the next weeks or so her powers would come creeping back. She would no longer be able to touch; she would be dangerous again. She hated this, hated her powers, and wished that they would have never come back. But they were starting to, and there were no way to avoid it.
She pulled on her gloves with a sigh.