Staring up at the massive
blue beast woman, practically drooling and slowly inching her way towards him,
the professor didn’t need to wonder what Rogue had in mind. Darting his eyes to
the control panel at the right arm of his wheel chair, he turned a nob at the
speed controls. Going from ‘causally slow’, ‘quick’, ‘bathroom emergency’ to
Nascar!’. With a squeal of rubber and smoke coming from his wheels, Xavier’s
chair spun a full 180 degrees right around and practically flew out the door,
just when Rogue landed like a tonne of bricks and crashed to the ground after
trying to pounce on the man.
“C’mere you wily morsel
you!”
“Stop this Rogue, this
isn’t you, it’s the hunger.” Speeding down the hallway, Xavier made a bee line
for the elevator, looking over his shoulder to hear Rogue’s stomping foot falls
before seeing her barrel her way towards him like a rampaging grizzly bear.
Leaning hard into a turn, the professor pulled to the left just when he reached
the elevator entrance, tricking the massive woman into colliding into the steel
doors while he floored it towards the stair case at the end of the hall he now
sped through.
“You can’t lose me Sugah!
If ah can gobble up ol slippery Toad ah can eat you too!”
Shoving the crumpled metal
doors out of her way, Rogue fell to all fours and ran down the hall, chasing
the Professor with added vigor. Drooling slightly from her blackened lips, she
could already taste his iron willpower and how it would finally put an end to
this gnawing hunger in her gullet, and with him nearing the stairs leading back
up, she thought she finally had him cornered. That is until he spun his chair
back around and pulled it into reverse. Once the large wheels hit the steps at
full speed, he bounced and rolled up the flight of steps, leaning into the turn
to keep his speed when he hit a corner. Looking down his eyes narrowed when he
noticed Rogue phase through the narrow doorway, swiping her hands up to reach
him. With no time to waste, Charles reached out with his telepathy and
contacted the entire school.
“My X-Men, Rogue has gone
mad and is on a rampage through the lower levels, I will distract her while you
lead the students to the Black Bird and make your escape!”
Hearing the Professor’s
telepathic command, Angel and Night Crawler had paused briefly, taken back by
what they heard.
“Rogue? Really?” Scratching
his head, Warren looked to Kurt who had the same confused look on his face.
“Da… I heard she wasn’t
feeling well, but really?”
Crashing through the
staircase doorway at top speed, the two mutant teachers stood in stunned
silence when their professor flew by with wheels spinning before landing with a
peel of rubber and skidding down the hall. A split second later Rogue tore down
the door frame and fell to the ground near the pair, slamming her clawed fists
on the wood floor with the force to splinter it. Blinking back in shock, the
two barely recognized the woman. Easily five times her original size and ten
times the weight, she was nude except for a sheen of blue fur that covered her
entire body, with blue skin, pointed ears and red and yellow eyes. The only
REAL mark they recognized was the stripe of white in her blue hair. “Y’ALL
THINK YOU CAN OUTRUN ME? THINK AGAIN!”
“Rogue?!”
Snapping her attention to
the two mutants, Kurt and Warren stepped back when they caught the look of mad
hunger in her eyes. “Ahm too heavy… But y’all are light on YOUR feet
aren’tcha?” Leering deeper into their eyes, Angel and Nightcrawler were stunned
still thanks to her new telepathy powers. Grabbing them both in her hands she
opened her mouth wide and gulped them both down whole. Standing to her feet,
rogue patted her stomach and waited for their powers to be added to hers. With
a shudder, Rogue felt her legs shift, her heels stretching longer, giving her a
digigraded stance. A barbed tail sprouted above her blue furred rear, becoming
half as thick as her arm but was over ten feet long. Rolling her shoulders, she
felt a pair of feathery wings grow from her back, stretching and fluttering
blue and white feathered wings that stretched out to reach either side of the
hallway before folding back behind her. She didn’t need the wings, she could
already fly, but Warren had strong hollow bones. “That’s better, light as a
feather.” Sniffing the air, Rogue licked her chops and disappeared with a puff
of black smoke.