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Disguised as a falcon she circled above the street and watched Xavier’s pupils trying to approach Rogue. She was relieved to see them fail. She couldn’t let Xavier recruit her.
With low flutter of her wings, she landed on one of the pillars of the cementary’s fence and watched Rogue walk along it, catching her breath. She was visibly nervous and kept looking over her shoulder before she entered the cemetery. She was afraid of Xavier’s men.
Good. That was the point.
Mystique shapeshifted into a cat instead and jumped onto the ground. The girl turned around, startled by the soft sound, but almost immediately calmed at the sight of a red cat sitting in the dead middle of the cementry’s entry.
She turned her back at it again and proceeded down the main isle. The graveyard was old and spacious, hosting both - deceased among the rich and the poor. The outer ends of it were for small stones or cheap wooden crosses, towards the centre were along the main isle were ornamented crypts and memorial sculptures of angels and Virgin Marys. In the very middle were family tombs and small shrines built for people who ‘meant something’.
People rarely came here as it was slowly getting forgotten, the descendants of people buried here were already two or three generations down the line and laid their recently deceased on the newer burial ground at the outskirts of town.
Too old to be visited by families, and too new to be considered a landmark worth sightseeing, the Cemetery of Everlasting Peace became Rogue’s oasis whenever she wanted to be away from people. Rogue’s… yeah, it all started coming back to her. She’s Rogue. Cody was this boy who somehow merged with her, but he wasn’t HER. The difference between his and her memories and thoughts was becoming clearer now.
She sat down on the ground against one of the gravestones. It was cold against her back, and the cool wind helped her revive her energy and calm her wrecked nerves after those loud and abrupt events.
She regretted ever going to that party. She should have listened to Irene the first time she said ‘no’. What was she even thinking? A party. Of course it wasn’t going to end well! And she wasn’t even interested in celebrating a sport victory to begin with.
If she stayed home, she wouldn’t have a piece of Cody trapped in her mind, she wouldn’t have gone to his house, she wouldn’t have been attacked by the clawed man and that woman in a cape. It could have been another boring and predictable weekend.
For the first time in her life she actually wished that she was grounded for the weekend.
The red cat she saw before approached her and sat four feet away from her. She reached out to him and wiggled her fingers a bit to encourage it.
The cat moved a bit closer and sniffed on her palm before moving back abruptly and just watching her cautiously. The girl withdrew her hand and looked at it. One of her gloves was left behind in Irene’s hand.
She always wore gloves. She didn’t even know why. That’s just how it was. Just like her entire style - it was difficult to imagine herself in anything else. She grew into it from an early age, and Irene and Ally always got her more dark, alternative clothing to fill her wardrobe with, be it for christmas, birthdays, or just out of blue. She also never bought anything but gothic clothing. She found it suits the way she feels and the general gothic theme resonated with her in music and literature as well.
But the gloves were something she didn’t completely understand until now. It wasn’t something she inflicted on herself, rather something she was told to wear at an early age, and then it became a habit to always have them on. It became her trademark, no less than the stripe of her hair that grew naturally white.
Back at the party, Cody got knocked out and she stole a part of him when his hand slipped to her bare skin. She felt that it was her who did this. She felt it erupt on her skin like electricity. She remained conscious, so it must be right: she did it when he touched her skin.
“I think I’m starting to get it” she whispered to herself, still looking at the pale skin of her palm. She touched her own face, but didn’t feel a thing. Then again, that wouldn’t make sense.
Now she figured, maybe Irene and Ally knew she’d need the gloves to protect others from her. Or protect her from having them forced inside her mind. Whichever it was, the real question is how could either of them possibly know this is going to happen?
She was never this confused before.
Her eyes moved to the red cat again. She reached out with the gloved hand instead and the cat didn’t hesitate for long before approaching this time.
Rogue smiled sadly as she stroked its head. “Ya can sense danger, huh, little one? You saw right through me better than I could.”
Suddenly the animal turned to look towards the gate. Rogue’s eyes followed and she saw girl dressed in an odd, fitting one-piece costum that included a headpiece holding her bright red hair from her face. She was approaching calmly enough that Rogue didn’t decide to instantly run for her life, however she did feel alarmed. The cat on the other scurried between the tombstones. ‘He can sense danger’ she thought again.
The redhead held her hands behind her back, her voice matching the gentle smile as she greeted her; “Hi.”
Rogue had enough of ‘meeting’ new people for the night, but with everything that happened she wasn’t even sure if this girl is actually a stranger. She still struggled to sort out which memories are her own and which are somebody else’s, and who knows how many are just fabrications all in all and how many are lost completely.
She didn’t feel sure of anything anymore.
“Do… do I know you?” she asked faintly. “These memories… I’m so confused…”
“Yeah, I know” the redhead said friendly. Her calm, sympathetic mannerism were somewhat soothing, but Rogue couldn’t recall being friends with her. “I can relate to what you’re going through.”
That was highly doubtful. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” she got up from the ground. She was ready to run for it. She was actually mentally preparing to be chased yet again tonight.
“Don’t be afraid of me” the other girl responded. “I’m Jean. I won’t hurt you.”
“Ah already heard somethin’ like that tonight” Rogue frowned slightly. “Then a girl in a bodysuit similar to yours wanted to take me down.”
Jean seemed to think for a second before she figured what she could be talking about. “Kitty. She’s new and apparently a little too feisty for her own good. I apologize for her on behalf of our team.”
“A… team?” Rogue asked hesitantly. That blue-haired guy mentioned something about that, but everything seemed so… confusing.
“Yes. Everyone on our team are special in their own way. Much like you learned tonight, that you are” Jean responde, her calm tone of voice had something about it that made Rogue feel like she really understands. “When we find out about these special abilities it’s difficult to go through this alone. Hey… We want you to but I won’t push on you to join us. But...”
That was something new tonight. A bit of control.
The redhead lifted her hand and at first Rogue jumped a bit, but then she saw a dark, oblong object in her palm. It looked a lot like a thick, boxy pen with a square button on top. “...If you ever want to talk, contact me using this device” the redhead’s eyes almost closed as she dropped her hand, yet the device hung in the air right where she held it before. It then floated towards Rogue.
The goth shifted back - surprised and definitely not happy to see another strange thing in a row. But maybe this is where the answers were. In the fact that she’s not the only one weird snowflake around. Those memories she stole from Cody, maybe it was caused by something that more people have to deal with. And maybe those people will be able to explain it to her.
As the little pen-device hovered in front of her, she cautiously took a hold of it and felt its weight return to rest in her hand.
She looked at it and noticed what looked like a small speaker. Clearly some communication device.
“Latest fashion accessory, huh?” she commented in a slightly mocking manner. She didn’t have any pockets so instead she slipped the device into her boot and let it hug it against her calf. Maybe she should trust the redhead, at least she wasn’t trying to attack her, and wasn’t that some progress from tonight’s encounters…
“We all have communicators like that” said a new voice behind the redhead.
Rogue shifted to look but her eyes widened instantly when she saw the group entering the cemetery. “Y-you…” she whispered with fear.
It was the white-haired black woman who tried to electrocute her not so long ago. She was accompanied by some tall boy and a bald man in a wheelchair, but Rogue’s eyes didn’t even brush over the males as she stared at the woman.
“No. You won’t get me!” she felt her throat clench instantly with fear again as she turned to sprint the other way as far and fast as she could.

xXx

At first Scott wanted to follow the new mutant as he called over to her, but the wet ground failed him and he slipped, almost falling to his face. It slowed him down well enough that there wasn’t much chance to catch up with the girl.
“I don’t get it” Grey said with concern. “We were connecting and then--”
“Then she saw me” Ororo said in a lowered voice as she approached closer. Jean looked at her questioning frown on her face. Storm stopped looking to where the goth disappeared out of sight and looked her in the eye. “...For some reason she’s afraid of me.”
“Well, she looked pretty beat” Scott tried to clean the dirt that got on him during his semi-failed recovery from falling flat. “She can’t have gone far.”
“Nice fall, Summers” Forge said as he entered the cemetery along with others who waited outside after their encounters with Rogue. They didn’t want to scare her off since she could already be afraid of everyone who already approached her, but clearly their precautions proved not enough.
Scott decided to ignore the comment and kept his chin proudly up. “Should we follow her, Professor?”
Xavier responded with a nod. “Yes. But it seems Jean has the best chance of approaching her without the girl running away. If possible try not to get involved until we’re sure the girl knows we don’t mean to harm her.”
“Yes, Professor, but we need to find her first. There’s plenty of crypts she could use to hide” Jean gestured towards the isles filled with stone constructions.
Charles’ eyes briefly swept the surroundings. “We need to split. Don’t do anything hasty when you find her.”

xXx

Rogue peeked out from behind the stone altar when she heard a sudden ‘thud’ but seeing one of ‘them’ she ducked right back. It was the tall guy who came with that electrocuting woman.
“Thought you can escape us, huh? Did you?” the boy’s voice was hateful. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted that stranger girl, apparently she’s his associate. “The X-Men don’t leave loose ends” as if to confirm his words he tripped one of the marble candle stands and it loudly shattered on the ground as he approached.
Rogue wanted to withdraw but when it scattered right at her feet she lost her balance and fell back on the stone floor immediately starting to crawl away from the hostile ‘X-Man’. He looked ready to kill her.
Which is what made it even scarier when she felt her her back hit another one of those candle stands. Unable to withdraw against it she got up and bursted running towards the exit.
Her heart raised to her throat when she almost crashed against the same boy right outside the entrance. He smiled at her, which she realized must be because he was satisfied with her running straight into what seemed to be his trap, but she pushed him away as hard as she could. Cody’s strength still crickled in her muscles allowing her to push him off the stairs.
She waited for nothing and she was almost on her way before he hit the muddy ground below; then she heard what sounded like a shot from his direction. Unhurt but scared that he pulled out some weapon she looked over her shoulder only to see that it’s some kind of a laser beam directed not at her but towards a high voltage line above them.
Fried cables sparkled to life and detached from the wooden pole. Rogue knew that with all the rain and puddles it will be nothing close to safe on the ground the second they meet with it. She made a quick decision to duck back into the old chapel and hope that the ‘X-Man’ will fry on the ground where he is.
But surprised kept coming and before she got to the top of the stairs the redhead from before emerged from the chapel. Back then she seemed okay, but now something spiteful glistened in her eyes.
“I tried, I REALLY did” she said and her voice confirmed that she’s equally hostile to the guy who was struggling on the ground behind her. “But some people just won’t be helped!”
Rogue stepped back, and when the redhead started to lift her hand she turned around and sprinted away, jumping past the boy, taking a sharp turn and yet again crashing into the redhead. The slippery ground and shock of seeing her again right where she was running caused her to slip and painfully fall to the ground.
The redhead quickly approached and was about to kneel beside her. “Are you hurt? Lay still, don’t try to move…” she sounded like she cared.
Rouge had enough of their games. She hated them from the bottom of her stomach for adding up to the confusion she already felt, for causing her to feel trapped time after time. She started to believe there’s no running away from them, that they’d be around every corner, chase her until she’s too exhausted to put up a fight. And she started to be just so. Too much nerves, too much fear, too much running and confusion. She only had the energy to crawl back anymore.
But there were another boy and the white-haired woman coming from the other direction. She was really trapped.
“Child, what is it?” the older one said. “We are your friends…”
She sounded as caring as the redhead and seemed genuinely surprised at Rogue’s fear. Good one, like she didn’t try to electrocute her at Cody’s house.

xXx

Forge fell a couple of steps behind Storm and watched Rogue who seemed even more scared than before which made little sense to everyone. Except he vaguely remembered Kurt telling him years ago something about their shape-shifting liar of a mother who messed up their first encounter with the girl. Pretty sure that’s what happened he still didn’t know what to do about it.
Should he blow their cover and try to explain to the scared girl that there’s someone setting them up or what? He wished Kurt was here to make the decisions. After all it’s his family matters.
He looked around trying to spot Wagner anywhere, but then he heard a comotion. Sharply turning his gaze back to them he saw that Storm attempts to reach out to the girl who desperately tried to get away. He analyzed it just in time to see Rogue flaunt her arm and grab the woman’s exposed wrist.
Suddenly the air around them crackled with electricity and the two females screamed out at the same moment in shock and pain. His eyes widened at he realized what’s going on. The air around them started to get frantic and Rogue seemed to choke on air for a moment before her hold on Ms Monroe broke and the woman was swept backwards as if hit by some invisible force.
His eyes followed her as she dropped unconscious into a deep puddle the size of an 20 ft pool, then his attention - as well as Scott and Jean’s - was right back on Rogue whose eyes turned white as she proceeded to lift of the ground by sheer power of intense wind currents.
Dread settled in his guts as he realized that the terrified girl just absorbed Storm’s formidable powers, and she was nowhere close to controlling them...

Description
Disguised as a falcon she circled above the street and watched Xavier’s pupils trying to approach Rogue. She was relieved to see them fail. She couldn’t let Xavier recruit her.
With low flutter of her wings, she landed on one of the pillars of the cementary’s fence and watched Rogue walk along it, catching her breath. She was visibly nervous and kept looking over her shoulder before she entered the cemetery. She was afraid of Xavier’s men.
Good. That was the point.
Mystique shapeshifted into a cat instead and jumped onto the ground. The girl turned around, startled by the soft sound, but almost immediately calmed at the sight of a red cat sitting in the dead middle of the cementry’s entry.
She turned her back at it again and proceeded down the main isle. The graveyard was old and spacious, hosting both - deceased among the rich and the poor. The outer ends of it were for small stones or cheap wooden crosses, towards the centre were along the main isle were ornamented crypts and memorial sculptures of angels and Virgin Marys. In the very middle were family tombs and small shrines built for people who ‘meant something’.
People rarely came here as it was slowly getting forgotten, the descendants of people buried here were already two or three generations down the line and laid their recently deceased on the newer burial ground at the outskirts of town.
Too old to be visited by families, and too new to be considered a landmark worth sightseeing, the Cemetery of Everlasting Peace became Rogue’s oasis whenever she wanted to be away from people. Rogue’s… yeah, it all started coming back to her. She’s Rogue. Cody was this boy who somehow merged with her, but he wasn’t HER. The difference between his and her memories and thoughts was becoming clearer now.
She sat down on the ground against one of the gravestones. It was cold against her back, and the cool wind helped her revive her energy and calm her wrecked nerves after those loud and abrupt events.
She regretted ever going to that party. She should have listened to Irene the first time she said ‘no’. What was she even thinking? A party. Of course it wasn’t going to end well! And she wasn’t even interested in celebrating a sport victory to begin with.
If she stayed home, she wouldn’t have a piece of Cody trapped in her mind, she wouldn’t have gone to his house, she wouldn’t have been attacked by the clawed man and that woman in a cape. It could have been another boring and predictable weekend.
For the first time in her life she actually wished that she was grounded for the weekend.
The red cat she saw before approached her and sat four feet away from her. She reached out to him and wiggled her fingers a bit to encourage it.
The cat moved a bit closer and sniffed on her palm before moving back abruptly and just watching her cautiously. The girl withdrew her hand and looked at it. One of her gloves was left behind in Irene’s hand.
She always wore gloves. She didn’t even know why. That’s just how it was. Just like her entire style - it was difficult to imagine herself in anything else. She grew into it from an early age, and Irene and Ally always got her more dark, alternative clothing to fill her wardrobe with, be it for christmas, birthdays, or just out of blue. She also never bought anything but gothic clothing. She found it suits the way she feels and the general gothic theme resonated with her in music and literature as well.
But the gloves were something she didn’t completely understand until now. It wasn’t something she inflicted on herself, rather something she was told to wear at an early age, and then it became a habit to always have them on. It became her trademark, no less than the stripe of her hair that grew naturally white.
Back at the party, Cody got knocked out and she stole a part of him when his hand slipped to her bare skin. She felt that it was her who did this. She felt it erupt on her skin like electricity. She remained conscious, so it must be right: she did it when he touched her skin.
“I think I’m starting to get it” she whispered to herself, still looking at the pale skin of her palm. She touched her own face, but didn’t feel a thing. Then again, that wouldn’t make sense.
Now she figured, maybe Irene and Ally knew she’d need the gloves to protect others from her. Or protect her from having them forced inside her mind. Whichever it was, the real question is how could either of them possibly know this is going to happen?
She was never this confused before.
Her eyes moved to the red cat again. She reached out with the gloved hand instead and the cat didn’t hesitate for long before approaching this time.
Rogue smiled sadly as she stroked its head. “Ya can sense danger, huh, little one? You saw right through me better than I could.”
Suddenly the animal turned to look towards the gate. Rogue’s eyes followed and she saw girl dressed in an odd, fitting one-piece costum that included a headpiece holding her bright red hair from her face. She was approaching calmly enough that Rogue didn’t decide to instantly run for her life, however she did feel alarmed. The cat on the other scurried between the tombstones. ‘He can sense danger’ she thought again.
The redhead held her hands behind her back, her voice matching the gentle smile as she greeted her; “Hi.”
Rogue had enough of ‘meeting’ new people for the night, but with everything that happened she wasn’t even sure if this girl is actually a stranger. She still struggled to sort out which memories are her own and which are somebody else’s, and who knows how many are just fabrications all in all and how many are lost completely.
She didn’t feel sure of anything anymore.
“Do… do I know you?” she asked faintly. “These memories… I’m so confused…”
“Yeah, I know” the redhead said friendly. Her calm, sympathetic mannerism were somewhat soothing, but Rogue couldn’t recall being friends with her. “I can relate to what you’re going through.”
That was highly doubtful. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” she got up from the ground. She was ready to run for it. She was actually mentally preparing to be chased yet again tonight.
“Don’t be afraid of me” the other girl responded. “I’m Jean. I won’t hurt you.”
“Ah already heard somethin’ like that tonight” Rogue frowned slightly. “Then a girl in a bodysuit similar to yours wanted to take me down.”
Jean seemed to think for a second before she figured what she could be talking about. “Kitty. She’s new and apparently a little too feisty for her own good. I apologize for her on behalf of our team.”
“A… team?” Rogue asked hesitantly. That blue-haired guy mentioned something about that, but everything seemed so… confusing.
“Yes. Everyone on our team are special in their own way. Much like you learned tonight, that you are” Jean responde, her calm tone of voice had something about it that made Rogue feel like she really understands. “When we find out about these special abilities it’s difficult to go through this alone. Hey… We want you to but I won’t push on you to join us. But...”
That was something new tonight. A bit of control.
The redhead lifted her hand and at first Rogue jumped a bit, but then she saw a dark, oblong object in her palm. It looked a lot like a thick, boxy pen with a square button on top. “...If you ever want to talk, contact me using this device” the redhead’s eyes almost closed as she dropped her hand, yet the device hung in the air right where she held it before. It then floated towards Rogue.
The goth shifted back - surprised and definitely not happy to see another strange thing in a row. But maybe this is where the answers were. In the fact that she’s not the only one weird snowflake around. Those memories she stole from Cody, maybe it was caused by something that more people have to deal with. And maybe those people will be able to explain it to her.
As the little pen-device hovered in front of her, she cautiously took a hold of it and felt its weight return to rest in her hand.
She looked at it and noticed what looked like a small speaker. Clearly some communication device.
“Latest fashion accessory, huh?” she commented in a slightly mocking manner. She didn’t have any pockets so instead she slipped the device into her boot and let it hug it against her calf. Maybe she should trust the redhead, at least she wasn’t trying to attack her, and wasn’t that some progress from tonight’s encounters…
“We all have communicators like that” said a new voice behind the redhead.
Rogue shifted to look but her eyes widened instantly when she saw the group entering the cemetery. “Y-you…” she whispered with fear.
It was the white-haired black woman who tried to electrocute her not so long ago. She was accompanied by some tall boy and a bald man in a wheelchair, but Rogue’s eyes didn’t even brush over the males as she stared at the woman.
“No. You won’t get me!” she felt her throat clench instantly with fear again as she turned to sprint the other way as far and fast as she could.

xXx

At first Scott wanted to follow the new mutant as he called over to her, but the wet ground failed him and he slipped, almost falling to his face. It slowed him down well enough that there wasn’t much chance to catch up with the girl.
“I don’t get it” Grey said with concern. “We were connecting and then--”
“Then she saw me” Ororo said in a lowered voice as she approached closer. Jean looked at her questioning frown on her face. Storm stopped looking to where the goth disappeared out of sight and looked her in the eye. “...For some reason she’s afraid of me.”
“Well, she looked pretty beat” Scott tried to clean the dirt that got on him during his semi-failed recovery from falling flat. “She can’t have gone far.”
“Nice fall, Summers” Forge said as he entered the cemetery along with others who waited outside after their encounters with Rogue. They didn’t want to scare her off since she could already be afraid of everyone who already approached her, but clearly their precautions proved not enough.
Scott decided to ignore the comment and kept his chin proudly up. “Should we follow her, Professor?”
Xavier responded with a nod. “Yes. But it seems Jean has the best chance of approaching her without the girl running away. If possible try not to get involved until we’re sure the girl knows we don’t mean to harm her.”
“Yes, Professor, but we need to find her first. There’s plenty of crypts she could use to hide” Jean gestured towards the isles filled with stone constructions.
Charles’ eyes briefly swept the surroundings. “We need to split. Don’t do anything hasty when you find her.”

xXx

Rogue peeked out from behind the stone altar when she heard a sudden ‘thud’ but seeing one of ‘them’ she ducked right back. It was the tall guy who came with that electrocuting woman.
“Thought you can escape us, huh? Did you?” the boy’s voice was hateful. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted that stranger girl, apparently she’s his associate. “The X-Men don’t leave loose ends” as if to confirm his words he tripped one of the marble candle stands and it loudly shattered on the ground as he approached.
Rogue wanted to withdraw but when it scattered right at her feet she lost her balance and fell back on the stone floor immediately starting to crawl away from the hostile ‘X-Man’. He looked ready to kill her.
Which is what made it even scarier when she felt her her back hit another one of those candle stands. Unable to withdraw against it she got up and bursted running towards the exit.
Her heart raised to her throat when she almost crashed against the same boy right outside the entrance. He smiled at her, which she realized must be because he was satisfied with her running straight into what seemed to be his trap, but she pushed him away as hard as she could. Cody’s strength still crickled in her muscles allowing her to push him off the stairs.
She waited for nothing and she was almost on her way before he hit the muddy ground below; then she heard what sounded like a shot from his direction. Unhurt but scared that he pulled out some weapon she looked over her shoulder only to see that it’s some kind of a laser beam directed not at her but towards a high voltage line above them.
Fried cables sparkled to life and detached from the wooden pole. Rogue knew that with all the rain and puddles it will be nothing close to safe on the ground the second they meet with it. She made a quick decision to duck back into the old chapel and hope that the ‘X-Man’ will fry on the ground where he is.
But surprised kept coming and before she got to the top of the stairs the redhead from before emerged from the chapel. Back then she seemed okay, but now something spiteful glistened in her eyes.
“I tried, I REALLY did” she said and her voice confirmed that she’s equally hostile to the guy who was struggling on the ground behind her. “But some people just won’t be helped!”
Rogue stepped back, and when the redhead started to lift her hand she turned around and sprinted away, jumping past the boy, taking a sharp turn and yet again crashing into the redhead. The slippery ground and shock of seeing her again right where she was running caused her to slip and painfully fall to the ground.
The redhead quickly approached and was about to kneel beside her. “Are you hurt? Lay still, don’t try to move…” she sounded like she cared.
Rouge had enough of their games. She hated them from the bottom of her stomach for adding up to the confusion she already felt, for causing her to feel trapped time after time. She started to believe there’s no running away from them, that they’d be around every corner, chase her until she’s too exhausted to put up a fight. And she started to be just so. Too much nerves, too much fear, too much running and confusion. She only had the energy to crawl back anymore.
But there were another boy and the white-haired woman coming from the other direction. She was really trapped.
“Child, what is it?” the older one said. “We are your friends…”
She sounded as caring as the redhead and seemed genuinely surprised at Rogue’s fear. Good one, like she didn’t try to electrocute her at Cody’s house.

xXx

Forge fell a couple of steps behind Storm and watched Rogue who seemed even more scared than before which made little sense to everyone. Except he vaguely remembered Kurt telling him years ago something about their shape-shifting liar of a mother who messed up their first encounter with the girl. Pretty sure that’s what happened he still didn’t know what to do about it.
Should he blow their cover and try to explain to the scared girl that there’s someone setting them up or what? He wished Kurt was here to make the decisions. After all it’s his family matters.
He looked around trying to spot Wagner anywhere, but then he heard a comotion. Sharply turning his gaze back to them he saw that Storm attempts to reach out to the girl who desperately tried to get away. He analyzed it just in time to see Rogue flaunt her arm and grab the woman’s exposed wrist.
Suddenly the air around them crackled with electricity and the two females screamed out at the same moment in shock and pain. His eyes widened at he realized what’s going on. The air around them started to get frantic and Rogue seemed to choke on air for a moment before her hold on Ms Monroe broke and the woman was swept backwards as if hit by some invisible force.
His eyes followed her as she dropped unconscious into a deep puddle the size of an 20 ft pool, then his attention - as well as Scott and Jean’s - was right back on Rogue whose eyes turned white as she proceeded to lift of the ground by sheer power of intense wind currents.
Dread settled in his guts as he realized that the terrified girl just absorbed Storm’s formidable powers, and she was nowhere close to controlling them...