After Logan: Rogue and X-23

The Northern Boarder

The truck was a luxury with it's full gas tank and air conditioning. There were even CDs and she chose one at random for background noise. It helped drown out the newest person within her head.

The Professor had helped her hone her mutation and open it up to possibilities she had never considered, but removing memories was taxing for she'd only done it on one other occasion. It was also disorienting when the memories featured her because it became hard to sift through her own thoughts and the ones she had taken. The edges blurred together giving Rogue a headache and she thanked herself for thinking to buy painkillers.

Two hours later she reached the hotel and circled it before going inside. She chose to park the truck on a side street near an employee entrance in case she needed a quick exit. There was no telling what she would find here -if she would find anything- but if the wrong people were aware of Logan than caution was necessary.

She felt excited and scared- emotions reminiscent of Doug she assumed. Humans didn't usually affect her so easily but it had been a year since she had touched anyone. She needed to pull herself together.

The only hope she had at learning anything would be through the hotel surveillance footage. Her plan to access it was simple: find a security guard, knock them unconscious and take their uniform. Then she would find the monitoring room and roll back the footage to a week ago and go from there.

The first part of the plan worked with no issues. As did the second. Rouge stuffed the guard into a supply closet and got into the monitoring room alone. She pulled the hat that matched the uniform low over her face, thankful that she had something that would cover her hair. Rogue felt anxious now, but this time it was all her.

There were too many screens to watch so she only focused on ones displaying footage by the entrances and parking. Rogue started at the beginning of the day of the incident and fast forwarded from there looking for a man in a wheelchair. About ten minuets in she saw him and played the footage in real time. There was the Professor with Logan beside him and he looked just like the website had said. Old and graying.

Before Rogue could process what that could mean another person entered the frame. A small girl looking to be eleven or twelve followed them, a pair of pink sunglasses covering her eyes. Logan turned to her and ushered her forward, keeping her close. The girl hurried on irritably.

Rogue paused it and squinted, searching the girl for any clues as to who she was and why she was with them. Something about her was familiar although Rogue didn't know any children and even as she continued to watch the trio enter the hotel and get a room she had no idea what to think of her.

She wanted to consider it more but the longer she was in this room the higher the chance was of getting caught. Rogue fast forwarded again, this time watching Logan exit the hotel sometime later and drive away in a battered limo. So they had been attacked before the hotel.

The recording flew by as she waited for Logan to return but she played it when an armored truck parked out front. She watched as conspicuous men exited with heavy armor and weapons and entered the building. Rogue studied their clothing and weapons as best she could but there was no marking on them, or the truck that could give her insight into who they were.

She watched as they disappeared onto a floor and moments later she watched as Logan returned and people started to drop in pain. Rogue was surprised when she found herself fighting tears. Watching these people collapse made her wonder. Was that what it had been like at the school? Was this the way it had happened to them?

She managed to catch sight of the truck Logan, the girl and the Professor drove away in, and then it was over. There was nothing left to see. No clues as to where they went from there. Rogue exited the old recordings, glaring through her tears. What now? How would she-