Chapter Two Runway Babe
shit shit shit rogue's mind was screaming " scott jean kitty orro " someone please answer " screamed Rogue at her communicators as she ran thur the mall trying to find any other xmen. "RIVERMOUSE GET BACK HERE NOW," screamed Gambit
" Someone please pick up ." screamed at the com Her mind was racing with what just happened This can't be happing no I gave up on this a long time ago This aint real she thought but the burning of the fresh mark proved her wrong
. "Mom Cherie stop " screamed Gambit as Rogue turned to see him on her tail she tried to pick up the pace while still watching him not paying attention while rounding the corner and straight into Scott knocking him down with her.
"What the hell Rogue what is wrong with you why are you screaming all crazy at the coms ." asked Scott as he helped Rogue "No time to explain we gotta go now." answered Rogue "RIVERMOUSE COME BACK HERE YA AINT LEAVE ME NOW ARE YA ." said a hight enrage cajun.
"Umm rogue what her taking about what going on and why is he calling you Rivermouse " said Scott as they hurried and made their way to the jet. Rogue still dragging Scott not hearing him make a B line to the jet. As she and Scott make it to the jet she turns and see Gambit still chasing them shit shit shit "Close the door faster " scream Rogue they don't close faster rogue what is going on and who is that "asks Jean
BANG BANG BANG BANG PETITE RIVER MOUSE GET OUT HERE NOW ." yells Gambit as he bangs on the jet trying to prey the door open. As they take off Cyclops Jean Storm Kitty and Iceman turn to look at her confused. "Rogue what did you do "asked Storm
"What I did ain't non of yalls bunicess and second that was Magento new thief," answered Rogue as the jet landed she dashed out and never-used to answer any question and headed to her room. dear god I'm heading to the bar tonight She thinks that what I do is maybe do a fight or three to blow out some steam she thinks as she goes to her closet and pulls out a dark green oversized hoodie and a pair of old black jeans with some old army boots she stole while she was homeless. she looks into the mirror and put her long curly light orange hair in a high ponytail and leaves her white curtain bangs out and puts on her motorcycle gloves and checks her makeup seeing if her gothic purple makeup are still good. yep, I'm good she thinks as she heads out and takes her Harley to a far-out bar.