{Rogue, Xander, and Willow}
Rogue knew that everyone who wasn't assigned to patrolling the hallways was supposed to be in their rooms. She also knew that, if Logan found her out and about he'd probably be pretty pissed off. But really, she couldn't help it. She couldn't sleep, television wasn't worth a damn without any sound, and no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on anything else she couldn't seem to shake the restless feeling that had settled clear down to her bones.
So, deciding that she really couldn't be in that much danger if she was still inside the hotel, Rogue opted to be productive while in the throes of insomnia. She was going to do some laundry.
Inside the laundry room - having decided to hang out there rather than wander aimlessly from her room and back - she was leaning against the corner of the washing machine and flipping through the pages of an outdated copy of People magazine when she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Her attention snapped immediately upward, eyes going wide with terror at the sight of the creepy, white-faced man hovering in the air, just outside the door. Worst yet, he was flanked by two freaky looking minions who wasted no time in rushing into the room and all but diving for her.
The magazine fell to the floor as Rogue instinctively flinched away from the grabbing claw-like hands. She wasn't wearing her gloves - just a simple nightgown, in fact - and after having Magneto force his touch upon her and knowing what evil both tasted and felt like, she had no desire to feel it again. Her mouth, meanwhile, began to open into a scream before Rogue realized that she couldn't scream. So, instead, she did the next best thing.
She fought.
Her leg shot out, managing to kick one minion in his stomach and sending him back a few steps. The other one she fought off too, however the first one (having regrouped) took that opportunity to grab ahold of her arms and twisted them behind her back. His other arm wrapped securely around her throat to hold her in place, despite her struggles. And she watched with wide, horror-stricken eyes as the white-faced creature glided toward her with a scalpel in his hand.
NO! she screamed inside of her head. No, no, NO!
Closer and closer the creature came until he was mere inches away from her. Then, her power finally decided to kick into high gear and the minion who was grabbing her bare arms stiffened. Instantly Rogue felt the rush of a life force as it wormed its way inside of her. It was at that moment that she knew what these things were here to do. And she would be damned if she was going to let them do it to her - or anyone else here for that matter.
Breaking free of his grasp wasn't difficult, not when the minion was in a weakened state, and the girl used the shock that flashed across the Gentleman's face to buy her enough time to skirt past him, around the corner, and as fast as her legs could carry her down the hallway.