In the Hands of a Stranger: Part One: To Her Own Devices

This is my take on the events that may transpire after X-Men 3: The Last Stand. With Scott and Jean both dead and the professor also presumed dead, the school’s future now rests on Storm’s shoulders. Wolverine has left again after receiving a mysterious note from an old friend. Rogue is having trouble adjusting without her powers and feels Bobby no longer loves her. Her Jealousy over his and Kitty’s friendship is too much for her to bare, so she leaves for parts unknown. Her story begins at the airport when she takes a chance flight to New Orleans. So our story begins…

Rogue shifted nervously in the cab on the way to the airport. She felt like a coward for running away like she did. It wasn’t Bobby’s fault what happened between them. She wanted to hate him and Kitty for humiliating her like they did, but they weren’t to blame. When she saw them kissing near the basketball court in plain sight for everyone to see she wanted nothing more than to suck them both dry of all their energy. There was one problem. She no longer had her powers. In taking the cure she hoped to become normal again, and she was in a way, but that didn’t stop Bobby’s betrayal. She felt a sickness in the pit of her stomach. Now all she wanted to do was run.

“Hey, kid,” the cab driver said. “We’re here. That’ll be 9.85.”

She handed the cabdriver a ten and said while getting out of the cab, “Keep the change.”

“Yea, thanks a lot.”

Rogue threw her duffel bag over her shoulder and entered the airport. She saw that the airport wasn’t that crowded and that was good because she hated crowds, especially before she lost her powers. She wondered now if she really gave them up for herself or for Bobby. After the way things turned out she wondered.

She walked up to the ticket booth and waited her turn. There were two people in front of her, a young mother in her early twenties with a little boy around three years old. He was throwing a temper tantrum while the mother was yelling at him to stop. There was an old man approaching the ticket booth. She could overhear him.

“I just got to get to Chicago, my daughter havin’ her first baby.”