This is my take on the the X-Men Evolution episode, "Rogue Recruit." I added more detail and gave it a slightly different ending.
“Who?” Rogue asked still confused. “Wait…” She hesitated for moment, trying to clear her thoughts. “Aunt Irene. Yes, but I’m so confused, strange thoughts in my head, people chasing me.”
“Easy, honey,” her aunt said, trying to soothe her. “The police are coming. The X-Men will not risk a confrontation.”
“The X-Men?” she questioned. She heard that word before, trying to place it. Yes, the guy with the claws mentioned the X-Men. She was trembling with fear at the name.
“Yes,” Irene said. “Mutant hunters.” Irene helped Rogue to her feet. “I have a friend who can help you. I’ll take you to her.”
Rogue felt a little more relieved, but still she was apprehensive. “All this is happening so fast. Ah don’t…” Rogue looked up to see three beings coming towards them. One of them was the guy with the claws. He was heading the group. There was also a girl of about fifteen with brown hair in a ponytail and a blue demonic-looking creature. Fear struck her again seeing that man. “It’s him.” She pointed in his direction. “The one who attacked me. Run, Irene, run!”
Rogue ran off in the opposite direction of her pursuers, but one of her gloves came off.
“That’s gotta be her!” Wolverine shouted as they continued their pursuit.
“Please, leave me be,” she pleaded.
She quickly climbed over a wooden fence to get away. Rogue found herself in backyard of a local residence. She wasn’t worried about getting caught trespassing, although she should have been. She was alone again. The voice of Cody inside her head had faded away, and all she could hear was the faint sounds of the night.
Suddenly Rogue had the feeling like she wasn’t alone. She looked up to see a boy not much younger than her sitting on a swing. “Guten Tag, Fräulein.” He spoke in German. “Please, don’t be frightened,” he said in English with his German accent. He teleported from his place on the swing to the water fountain Rogue was standing next to.
“What do ya want?” she asked him in an agitated voice.
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