<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, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Wolverine, Zarda, Mid-Knight,  Bruce Banner, Thor, Bad guys, Emma<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>Rogue dove in and out of range, swarming around the big, ugly fellow like a particular annoying mosquito. She tossed the useless remainder of her pole to one side and flew up, deftly avoiding the clapping hands.<br/><br/><strong>"Hol' still, little bug!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Not a chance, mister, you'll have to catch me!" </strong>She teased in that sexy Southern drawl of hers as she circled around the big, round head. It didn't take a genius to figure where the brute's fists would land if he missed her again. Hovering behind the Ogre, Rogue flew in for a solid, right punch when a whip cracked and she was suddenly yanked back by a cord of razorwire that had snaked around her chest.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oompff!</strong>" Rogue came to a full stop in mid-air and looked down at her breasts where the wire had bitten into the green and yellow fabric.<br/><br/><strong>"What's the matter, dear?  Can't handle a bit of razorwire?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"That was my last good uniform!"</strong>Rogue's full lips curled in a feminine pout. "<strong>Lets give your friends a taste of wire instead.</strong>"  Grabbing the wire where it met her body and she gave a fierce pull on her end and swung the now weighed rope around. Rogue abruptly released her hold on the wire when Clash came into view, intending to cannonball Razorwire into the muscular fellow. White and russet curls whipped around her face as she kept turning to let the wire uncoil from her body.<br/><br/>Although Rogue was practically unharmed, her uniform had not been quite as fortunate: a zigzag cut showed a fair section of her midriff, and at the swell of her breasts the yellow and green material peeled away from a ragged gash.<br/><br/><em><i>X-MEN, this is Emma. Are you alive? Are you here?</i></em><br/><br/><em><i>Emma? You're alive! What's going on, sugah?</i></em><br/><br/>Thunder and lightning illuminated the skies behind her, bathing the Southern beauty in red and yellow hues. Thor had joined the battle, and the immediate effects brought a smile to Rogue's lips. Fo' sure, they had not always seen eye to eye, but she was pleased they were on the same side this time. The God of Thunder had a reputation of swatting his enemies like-<br/><br/><strong>SHIT!</strong><br/><br/>Rogue dove towards the street, and turned sharply as she rose again, barely avoiding the Ogre's huge fist that swatted  at the empty air where she'd been half a second ago.<br/><br/><i>Im in New York City....I survived the attack as did Scott. We were the only ones. </i><br/><br/>Rogue thought of Gambit, who had been at the school, as far she knew. Pursing her lips together, she rejected the thought. No, nothing could kill that Cajun. You couldn't kill a rat.<br/><br/><i>The School is...is....gone. Scotts hurt very badly...I need help otherwise he`s not going to make it....Bloody Hell...we need to re-group....we need to...to....</i><br/><br/><i>Emma? What's wrong with Scott? We have a doctor here. Maybe he can… Emma! </i><br/><br/>Brushing her curls away from her face, the curvy redhead looked up just in time to see the miniature tornado speed towards her. Rogue had worked with Storm too often to not hold a healthy respect for the powers of nature. Surely, this Mung was no Goddess of the Elements but she rather credited him with too much power than too little.<br/><br/>"<strong>Four against one?</strong>" She smirked. "<strong>Yah sure know how to make a girl feel wanted. Ah'd like to keep y'all to myself but I'm afraid mah friends would never forgive me.</strong>"<br/><br/>She tapped her com link, that rode several higher inches on her chest than it used to, pulled upwards by the torn fabric. "<strong>Dahlings, we got us some party crashers down 'ere. Logan, sharpen those claws, hon. It's time to teach this bunch some manners."</strong>As she spoke, she flew up, gaining speed and altitude. Casting a swift glance over her shoulder she confirmed if Mung was following…<br/><br/>He might have plans, so did she.<br/>