<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8400000/Rogue-marvel-superheroines-8435788-371-500.jpg?1369130787733) </div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Rogue<br/><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  X-men, resistance<br/><br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  Los Angeles/NY<br/><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Mung, Streak<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>As she gained altitude Rogue cast a swift glance over her shoulder. Although her auburn and white locks whipped about her face, she noticed Mung not far behind. A grim smile set upon her lips as she suddenly arched upwards and back, diving straight for the villain at the heart of the tornado. She plummeted into the storm like a stone, and lashed out with a fast, hard left at Mung’s face even as the tornado whipped her off course, and flung her around like a ragdoll caught in a washing machine. Clenching her teeth Rogue threw herself backwards and spun free from the trapping winds, rolling tail over teakettle until she came to a hovering stop.<br/><br/>Breathing hard she dove to avoid the onrushing storm and instead of trying to fight it out high up in the skies Rogue sought the maze of the city’s streets. Here her manoeuvrability was an asset and she rounded a corner into a deserted street lined with office buildings. Most of the glass fronts had been shattered and but there was surprisingly little glass on the street. From the corner of her eyes she noticed another building, this one made of steel and concrete: a parking. She changed course and flew straight at the third floor, with Mung close behind.<br/><br/>Zigzagging between rows of parked cars and around the pillars Rogue increased the gap between them. Behind her came explosions and the crunching of metal where cars were flung aside in the wake of Mung’s tornado. Flames burst from the wreckage, blackening the concrete walls.<br/><br/>Rogue swerved around a pair of rusted yellow buses that looked as if they had not been moved in the past five decades.  She peeked around the corner and threw herself at Mung when his speed took him past. Fighting both the man and the tornado, she wrapped an arm around his throat and clung to him. He tried to shake her off, bumping into pillars and vehicles. He raced to a wall and spun, slamming her backwards against the concrete. A web of cracks veined out from where she’d hit the concrete, and Rogue exhaled an irritated sigh.<br/><br/>“<strong>Ah really don’t want to do this,</strong>” Rogue complained, tugging at her gloves and strapping them off. She tucked them behind her belt and raised her gaze to Mung. “<strong>No more training wheels, sugah. It’s playing for keeps now.</strong>”<br/><br/>She threw herself sideways when he came for her and flew towards the sloping entrance to the next floor. Up and up she went, with Mung hot on her heels. When she reached the top floor she launched herself up in the air and waited for Mung. This time she didn’t try to avoid him, but as soon as he was high up in the air she flew towards him. The dizzying effect of the tornado threw her like it had before, but she managed to grab his arm and hold on. Pulling herself closer to him she reached for his face, her hand outstretched. Her fingers touched his cheek and instinctively he tried to pull away. She was stronger and held him, flattening her palm under his jaw.<br/><br/>Rogue cried out as his power flowed into her, together with his thoughts and parts of his mind. His body went limp, a dead weight in her arms and her hold on him wavered as his thoughts assailed her mind. Mung had been a common enough thug, but his mind had been enthralled by Apocalypse. She screamed when her powers touched upon that part of Mung’s mind, and Mung’s body slipped from her grasp, slowly tumbling towards the parking deck.<br/><br/>She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. Power filled her, demanded she’d fly and outrace the storms. A dark, ominous voice lurked in the background, thick like a blanket of oppressive weight that threatened to pull her mind into oblivion. She flew, Mung’s powers propelling her speed far beyond her usual capabilities. Without thought, without purpose of her own she was chased onwards, towards the East,  towards a distant and dark goal. She didn’t notice day or night, nor did she notice when Mung’s powers left her. All she knew was that the dark spell that had called her, had gone. Without it, she felt her exhaustion and with that exhaustion came dizziness. For a moment more she stayed conscious but then her overexerting herself caught up with her and she fell down and down and down.<br/><br/>