In the Hands of a Stranger: 1 – On Her Own – Part One

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In the Hands of a Stranger

-On Her Own –

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 journey 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.”

“Sorry, sir, the only flight that’s available leaves tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll take it,” he said in defeat.

It seemed like an etern ity before it was her turn. When she reached the ticket booth the woman said, “Where to?” Rogue wasn’t paying any attention. “Excuse me, ma’am,” she said louder.

“Huh,” Rogue said , finally coming back down to earth. “Say somethin’?”

“Where would you like to go?” The woman mouthed the words sarcastically.

“Ah don’t know? Where’s, good?” she asked.

The woman pointe d to the board. Rogue wanted to get out of there fast. She wanted to put as much distance between her and Bobby as possible. She saw that the next flight left in ten minutes.

“Um, New Orleans, please,” she said.

“Leaving at gate 5,” the woman said. “Have a nice flight.” The tone of the woman’s voice infuriated Rogue. The way she was feeling she might have absorbed her just to teach her a lesson, but again she remembered she didn’t have her powers anymore.

She picked up her bag with her ticket in hand and ran as fast as she could to gate five. She didn’t want to miss her flight. On entering the plane she wondered what would happen to her now. She wasn’t that scared little girl she was when she first came to the institute. She had been protected and cared for there. It was at a time in her life that she needed it most. That structure was now gone and the prospects of life on her own terrified her.

The flight was somewhat uneventful. She took the time to think about what she was going to do. She had enough money to live on for the next couple of months or so if she didn’t go crazy, but money wasn’t her first concern. What would she do with herself? It seemed like she was in the same situation she was in last time, except now she didn’t have her powers.

In a few hours the plane landed. The flight attendant gave her a strange look. Rogue thought it must have been the white streak in her hair. She wasn’t born that way, but that’s what she told people. It was much easier than trying to explain what really happened. Then she thought who would believe a bizarre story like that.

When she exited the airport she tried her best to flag down a cab. She had no set plan when she came here ; it was more of a whim. She needed to find a hotel to stay in, until she figured out what to do. Finally she saw a cab. She ran as fast as she could. She caught up with it at a stoplight and practically ran right in front of it.

“Ya crazy, girl,” the cabby yelled, sticking his head halfway out the window.


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