Author's Note: I'm sorry for the long delay! Please enjoy this chapter!

Thursday 2:30 pm

"You're leaving." The Professor stated as Kitty walked into his office. She held a duffle bag in one hand and was dressed in her uniform. Her mouth was held in a firm line and her eyes were filled with fury.

"I won't let you kill Rogue," Kitty snarled as she faced her fallen mentor. "I will find Logan and he'll help bring her back." Xavier sighed and sadness graced his features. He knew that the cost of his decision would be his students' trust, but he had to do what was best for the school and the safety of everyone. Rogue was unstable and also extremely powerful. If she lost control again, the devastation would be massive. He had to weigh her life against the lives of many.

"Kitty," The Professor frowned. "I wish there was some other way, but I have to do what is best for the school."

"And killing students is what's best?" Kitty snarled.

"If it means saving the lives of everyone here, then that's what I'm willing to do." Xavier responded honestly.

"No," Kitty protested. "No life is worth sacrificing! You taught us that!"

"I'm sorry, Kitty," Xavier told her. "But you have to try and understand—"

"Professor, stop," Kitty pleaded, holding her hand up for silence. "I don't want to hear your logic or your excuses. I'm going to find Logan."

"I won't get in your way," Xavier assured her. "I hope you do find him. I want Rogue to be safe."

Kitty said nothing as she stormed out of the room.

Friday 4:00 PM

It was breaking Hank's heart.

Seeing Gambit by Rogue's bedside whispering things that only she could hear made Hank feel horrible about the whole situation. He was a doctor and yet, he was powerless to help Rogue. He wished there was some way to get her to awaken, to get the psyches to leave her alone, but Hank knew that was impossible. Xavier had tried and he had failed. At this rate, Rogue would either die because of the stress the psyches put on her mind or she would never awaken.

And there was not a damn thing he could do to ease her pain.

"Gambit?" Hank called softly and the Cajun looked up and met his gaze. "Would you like something to eat?" Hank had noticed that Remy hadn't left Rogue's side since he had come back and frankly, Hank was worried that he was going to let himself become malnourished or dehydrated.

"Yeah," Gambit answered, his voice as rough as sandpaper. He looked awful too—the antithesis to his normally suave charming look. How long had it been since he had gotten some sleep? "Merci, Hank." Hank shot him a small smile and allowed himself to think he was helping out by getting food.

He may not have been able to help Rogue, but he could at least do this.

It was the small things that kept Hank going.

She's going to die.

It's something that she knew was going to happen, but she never expected that she would be killed by her own mind. The psyches gather around her and smile sinisterly, ready to go in for the kill. She would fight them if she had any strength left and it seems so much easier to just give in and give up.

"What shall we do with her?" A voice asks, eager and excited.

"We'll use her to get out." The commanding voice replies and Rogue shudders at how cold and harsh it is.

"And the X-Men?" A voice persists. "What of them?"

"We'll kill them."

That gets her attention and she snaps out of her seemingly uncaring state and forces herself to push her way past the crowd of psyches. As she touches them, a wave of emotions passes through her—anger, fear, and hatred—but she forces herself to keep running.

She won't allow her family to die because of her.

She won't allow Remy to die at her hands.

She will find a way out of this or she will find a way to end this.

That's a promise.

Author's Note: We're coming to the end! Probably only 3-4 chapters left now. Please review!