She was no Little Red Riding Hood...
Characters: Rogue, OTA who would love to save her. Setting: New York, night Content: Some violence definitely Summary: Rogue gets herself into trouble...what a surprise?
Rogue was never one to go out unprotected...anywhere.
She kept her powers under lock and key, gloves always on and body covered head to toe. She couldn't risk anyone's life...not for a moment of normalcy. Ever since coming back from New Orleans, she had taken to wearing Gambit's gloves he had given her. They matched almost none of her outfits, but honestly the southern belle didn't care. If you asked her why she was wearing them...she wouldn't have a answer. Or at least not one that would make sense so she was glad no one did. Instead, she started to walk the streets at night, wandering mostly. Though she had come back with Gambit, she hadn't lived at the mansion in awhile. Rogue kept telling herself that she was doing it to protect her friends from her horrible deal, but deep down she knew that wasn't it. Anna Marie was trying to understand what she wanted and what she believed in. How could she help the innocent when they would hang her in a instant if they knew who she was? Hell her own town turned on her because of a accident with her abilties...New York was way bigger then Calecott Mississippi. Turning down another street, following the same route every night, Rogue dug her hands into her pockets. Suddenly hands were around her, voices in her ear and were holding her close. They had her, in a group...she could hear their snickering. Trembling, Rogue tried to pull her hands from her pockets...but she didn't have Ms. Marvel's strength and her hands were nearly covered and trapted in the deep folds of her jacket. Someone was on top of her then, and lips were close to being smashed to her own. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Instead they kissed her, hands on her...it was forceful and hard.