06-25-2004, 02:41 PM
Feeling the now all too familiar sensation, Rogue reached down to pick up the thick brown cloak from around her feet. The cloak looked as though it had seen a war, between the charred spots and the thin worn threads, it was her shield. She pulled it up around her and put up the hood. She began to wander a small distance from the group. "I can't let them see me like this...not yet." "Here it comes," she thought. She looked down as her fingers began to take on a rocky looking appearance and her feet began to disappear. A single tear slid down her face. She couldn't help it, she always cried when she began to change. The memories were too powerful. Someday these powers won't sneak up on me. Someday I will have control. Someday I will be free. Another tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of freedom.