Rogue reappeared at home, her Aunt Irene’s home, but somehow she didn’t feel it was home anymore. She slowing walked up to the front porch, dragging her feet as her body was completely exhausted. She was too tired to even turn the doorknob to let herself in, but the door opened after a few seconds and she was greeted by a frantic Irene.
“Oh, honey, are you alright?” Irene asked her, putting her arms around her. It was like Irene was expecting her. “We were so worried.”
“We?” Rogued asked confused.
“Yes,” Irene said, with her arm still around Rogue’s shoulders. “Come in here.” Irene led her towards the living room. “I want you to meet someone.”
Rogue did as Irene asked, too tired to protest. “Hello, Rogue, it’s very nice to meet you.” Rogue looked up to see a woman in her late forties dressed in a business suit and with her brown hair tied in a bun. She wore glasses and had a stern look on her face.
“Hi,” was all Rogue could say.
“This is the woman I was telling you about,” Irene said. “She can help you. This is Miss Darkholme, the principal of Bayville High in New York.”
The woman outstretched her hand as a friendly gesture. Rogue didn’t take it. The things she had been through tonight were making her a little paranoid.
Rogue wanted to be hopeful, but she was so tired, and all she wanted to do was sleep. “Aunt Irene, ah’m really tired. Can we talk about this in the mornin’?”
“Sure, honey, go on up to bed,” Irene said.
Rogue slowly climbed the stairs and made her way to her room. She half lay on her bed with her legs hanging off the side trying to recount the things that happened that night, but she was so confused. The X-Men, something just didn’t make sense about the whole thing. She wondered why one moment they would try to kill her and then the next moment they were trying to help her. She stood up for a moment and something fell out of her pocket. She squatted down to see what it was.
To Be Continued...
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