INT. NEW YORK CITY BAR - NIGHT
Rogue is sitting at a bar. Though cured, she still hides her skin under a brown leather bomber jacket. Her hunched shoulders and fingers that slowly and rhythmically tap her glass convey her shame, as though her face didnt adequately express it.
An attractive man walks up to her.
MAN: Can I buy you a drink, Honey?
Rogue briefly glances up at him,
ROGUE: No, thanks.
MAN: Come on. You look like you could use some company.
ROGUE: Ahd rather be alone, thanks.
MAN: No, you wouldnt.
He reaches out and touches her hand, but she instinctively pulls away, spilling her glass on herself in the process. She looks down at the mess on her clothes.
MAN: Whats your problem, lady?!
She doesnt answer. She simply rolls her eyes at him, sighs, and leaves the bar.
NEW YORK CITY STREETS - NIGHT
Rogue leaves the bar, walking hurriedly away from the scene she blames herself for creating. The man she met at the bar, however, follows her.
MAN: *Angry* Hey! When I offer a woman my company, she accepts!
ROGUE: *Sarcastic* Look, I wasnt thirsty, okay? Stop following me.
MAN: *Mutters* You listen to me, you b***h!
He pulls a gun and presses it against her back as he grabs her by the arm. and forces her into an alley. He presses the gun under her chin.
MAN: Scream and youre dead, b***h.
Trembling, she nods in compliance. He gives an evil smile, then forcefully kisses her. Rogue cringes in disgust. Squeezing her arm, he pulls her jacket down off her shoulder.
Suddenly, he drops his gun. He opens his eyes wide, and his veins bulge.
Rogue, too, opens her eyes wide. She can feel the familiar rush of draining another persons energy.
Instinct takes over. Rogue grabs his head and holds him against her. He tries to pull away, but cant.
Finally, she lets him go. He drops instantly to the ground. Rogue stands over him with a look of rage, until the rage becomes shock as she realizes that she is a mutant again.