Bell and Carol corner Rogue in the hotel room. A fight ensues and Rogue’s powers suddenly return. Will Bell and Carol now become Rogue’s victim?

Rogue stayed frozen on the bed. Oh, mah god, she gonna kill me, she thought. No, ah won’t let it happen. She rose out of the bed slowly. She never once did she take her eyes off of Bell.
“If it isn’t Remy’s whore,” Bell said. “I amazed you be walkin’.”
“Stay away from me,” Rogue said. “Or ah’ll kick you’re ass like ah did last time.”
“No’ dis time, little Rogue. Remy get a big surprise when he gets back.”
“Please, Bell, jus’ walk away. Can’t yah jus’ leave us alone.”
“He didn’t leave me alone. Ain’t nobody leave me,” she lounged at Rogue, but she retaliated by pushing her away. “He told what happened between you an’ him.”
“He didn’t tell yah nothin’. Low-life cheatin’ piece of gutter trash.” Bell grabbed hold of Rogue’s throat. Rogue tried to scream, but she couldn’t make a sound.
“Bell, what are you doing?” Carol said. “You’re going to kill her.”
Carol grabbed hold of Bell, but still she wouldn’t let go.
Rogue felt herself slipping away. No, she thought, it can’t end this way. Something inside Rogue told her to fight back. Barely able to breathe, Rogue found the hidden strength inside her. She grabbed hold of Bell getting the upper hand. She threw her across the room.
Rogue fell to the floor grasping for air. She felt so strange. Something was happening to her. Carol came towards her.
“Are you alright?” she said. “I sorry. I didn’t know she was going to go off like that.” Rogue still couldn’t talk, although she was no longer gasping for air. “Just breath deep.” Rogue nodded.
With each moment Rogue felt stronger. “Who…are…you?” she said.
“My name is Carol and…”
Rogue noticed the young woman was touching her skin. Something was happening. The nightmares she’d been having. They were becoming real. “Stop,” she choked out. “Don’t touch me, please.”
“I…can’t…”
“Let go of me!” Rogue cried. “No!!”
Carol fell to the floor, taking Rogue with her. Rogue was still screaming. Bell looked on in fear. “What are doin’, ya freak?” Bell shouted. Carol lay on the floor unconscious, while Rogue huddled in the corner screaming. “What the hell? What ya do to her?”
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