Rogue wailed in pain as her big, beautiful, black wings were ripped from her back. The archangels only left her with her memory and a scar. They pushed her off the clouds and her descent to earth began. She couldn't cry though, she was still partially angel, but as she grew nearer and nearer to the ground the tears streamed down her face. Her blonde hair was messy from the wind. Then Blackness. -12 midnight.<br/>When she finally hit the earth, she sat up and looked around. She wore a black satin dress that hung just below her knees. Rogue let out one more silent tear. "Well... That's that then.." She sighed. She looked up at the sky, "Thanks a lot assholes!" She shouted shaking her fist. A yelp of thunder rocketed through the sky. She folded her arms and walked out of the cemetery  head down, tears falling. She didn't even bother to look back. Rain began to beat down and covered her tears.<br/>As the years passed, she went to law school, became a lawyer, got rich. Rogue quit that once she became rich enough to start her business and pick her hours for herself. She got her hair dyed... maybe a few piercings and tattoos... She changed her look completely. "Well, since I'm already a fallen angel, I might as well have fun," she smirked to herself.<br/><br/>Until that one night; She felt the pressure change in the air as she walked past the cemetery. Rogue saw a few teenagers messing around, only they had done something that would change everything.<br/><br/>Rogue found herself sprinting at full speed through the graveyard... Only by then it was too late.