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Rogue

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“I don’t care to hear your bullshit”

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The fire forged her.

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kICKING IT

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Rogue’s loft

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Rogue Callahan V3

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“I’ve moved on, I think you should too”

Rogue opened her front door to leave. The metal door of her warehouse apartment was a little creaky but she liked it. That small noise could wake her from a dead sleep, warn her if someone was in her home that she didn’t invite. 

She gasped as she saw the hooded figure leaning against the wall. He stuck his hands out, palms up, to calm her. He knew she was packing. She always was. Her gun gave her a sense of security. It was silly she knew but it worked. 

“What the hell are you doing here Wayne?” Her eyebrows were pulled together as he face twisted in a scowl. 

“Hear me out babe.” She scoffed in an attempt to cut him off but to her dismay he kept fucking talking. “I miss you. I know some part of you misses me too. Or at the very least misses the highs I gave you.” 

She growled  “Fuck all the way off Wayne. You’re a piece of shit and you know it. You thought that you could do whatever the fuck you wanted to me and I’d never stand up for myself. You thought you could do better. Now here you are at my door step begging like the godamn gutter rat you are.” She hissed. She always felt like she was flying when she put him in his place. “I’ve moved on, I am better off without you, I think you should move on too.” 

He stepped nearer and she reached behind her back, causing him to halt. “Go. Get the hell out of here or so help me Satan I will be catching a charge today.” 

He frowned, knowing he couldn’t get close enough before she pulled out her gun “And if I see your face again I will plant a bullet between your eyebrows before you can speak.” 

She only exhaled once he was gone and she was back in her home. The errand she had been about to run was completely forgotten now as she lit her joint, trying to get high enough to forget what she really wanted.