Despair took over again as she asked herself out loud. “When’s this all gonna end?”
She sat huddled on the ground by one of the tombstones. She closed her eyes thinking that when she opened them she would somehow wake up in her own bed safe and sound, and this would all have been some awful dream. After a minute or so she did open her eyes, and she was still in the graveyard. She looked up to see a tall red-headed girl approach her. She rose promptly from where she was sitting, not knowing what to expect but being prepared for the worst.
“Hi,” the girl simply said.
“Do ah know you?” Rogue asked, studying the girl’s face. She had seen it before but didn’t know where. “All these memories, ah’m so confused.”
“Yeah, I know,” the girl said. “I can relate to what you’re going through.”
A name popped into Rogue mind. She finally could place a name with the girl who stood before her. “Jean? You’re Jean Gray.” Jean nodded with a half-smile, but it didn’t make Rogue feel any better. “You’re like the others!” Rogue shouted, pointing at her accusingly.
“Relax,” Jean said calmly, but Rogue’s intense trembling persisted. Jean tried to calm her down by saying, “If you know who I am, then you know I won’t hurt you. Look it’s tough to go it solo.” Rogue seemed to calm down a little, but she still couldn’t bring herself to trust this girl. “Hey, zero pressure. If you want to talk more you can reach me anytime on this communicator.”
Jean opened her hand, and Rogue saw the small device float through the air until it was within her reach. She hesitantly took it and held it in her hand. “Latest fashion accessory, huh?”
“We all have one.” Rogue looked up to see a young man with a visor over his eyes and a dark-skinned woman with white hair. She was the one that spoke. She recognized her. She was the one that threw the grenade at her causing her to fall to the ground. Fear entered her eyes again.
To Be Continued...
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