Chapter Three- Rogue’s POV


Rogue slowly opened her eyes, and squinted, raising her arms to cover her eyes. The surrounding were vaguely unfamiliar. It looked like a clean, modern prison cell, or something. There was only one light; a cheap-looking old fluorescent light which hung from the ceiling, turning off and on, back and forth, as if the power was going out. There were two beds, both made with wooden frame, and nothing else. The room was probably 12 by 10 feet, with dark grayish walls. She half-expected to see a ““Fuck you”” sign, but the walls were clear of graffiti. She then noticed a narrow door to her right, which was probably a bathroom, but not before she noticed the open hallway in front of her.

Strange, shouldn’’t there be like a wall or somethin’’ ?

She blinked, trying to clear her vision. No, there still wasn’’t a wall. Weird.

Then, an idea crossed her mind. She grabbed a small stone near her right leg, and with all her might, she threw it towards the hallway. The pebble never reached it. It wasn’’t because Rogue wasn’’t strong enough, even though she was feeling a bit weak. It was because it bounced back, as if there was an invisible wall in front of the open hallway.

I knew it!, Rogue thought, There’’s some kind of force field or somethin’’……

She didn’’t even bother to get up. Her whole body was hurting. Instead she turned her head and looked around.

Guess ah’’m alone…….no, wait--what’’s that?

Something caught her eye; it was near the bathroom door and mostly covered by the shadows……

Rogue squinted for a moment. Then her eyes widened. Could it be?

““Logan!”” she cried out.

He didn’’t answer, nor did he move. He seemed to be unconscious, or sleeping. He was sitting and leaned back against the wall, his head drooping on his shoulder.

Rogue wanted to go and wake him up, but she suddenly felt tired. She felt exhausted.

It seemed as if all her strength had left her. She didn’’t even have enough to keep her eyes open. Blackness started to surround her. She wanted to fight it, but she couldn’’t.

The blackness consumed her.