So we meet again! Ahahah, this is going to be great! This is the story of Rogue Tvarkov's history a-

I'm getting ahead of myself. Alright, enjoy!


Prologue: A Boat to Club Penguin Island

A little girl with short, red hair and green eyes was looking through the crowd in the busy night. The air smelled of saltwater, sweat, and more importantly, excite.

"All aboard to Club Penguin Island!" a man in Russian said, then in English.

The girl's ears perked up in attention. This was the boat she needed to get into. It was her final day in Mother Russia, and she had to leave quick. People were after her for a long, long time.

"Bye-bye Mother Russia." she sighed.

"Final call for boat to Club Penguin Island!" the man said again.

She turned and began to walk when she felt someone grip her right wrist. She grew pale in an instant, the familiar cold seeping into her skin.

"Dorogaya, you really think you can escape me?" the man purred into her ear.

She turned quickly. It was a man with blonde hair, wearing a suit, and looked like ready to kill.

"Zon't you dare stop me, mister." she growled, yanking her wrist from his hand.

"Oh really? How can you say that?" he asked as he grabbed her again and began pulling her away from the docks and to the alley where the car awaits.

"Let go of me!" she yelled, yanking hard and screaming. She saw more men in suits.

"Oh really now? I can't, sweetheart. The government needs your services." he said.

"Zou really think I can't zense a lie?" she scoffed, "Zou're a terrorist!"

"Real funny, lyubov moya." he chuckled.

She tried hard to move but it was no use. She heard the familiar horn of the boat, and her eyes widened.

"Isn't that your boat?" he asked sweetly, and to her, mockingly, "Seems that there's no use to go to that island. Now you come with me."

She screamed and her eyes grew red. She immediately freed herself of her coat and took off running to the boat. She was more than determined to get to the island.

"Get her!" the man yelled. She heard fast footsteps catching up on her. She heaved and ran faster, hair flying behind her.

"Get out of 'ere... get out of 'ere..." she mumbled to her as she jumped over some luggage. She tumbled under a plank that was being carried by some men and continued running full sprint to the edge of the dock.

"Faster!" someone yelled behind her. She didn't dare to look behind her, knowing that they were at full pursuit.

She jumped on a crate and used someone's shoulder for elevation as she grabbed a nearby rope which hanged onto a nearby boat. Using all her strength, she heaved herself forward, and towards the direction of the boat. Some people gasped at the sight, and even pointed. She used momentum as she propelled closer and closer to the back of the ship...

BANG! She landed on the ship, though not so smoothly. She tumbled on the wooden floors, and smacked into a wall. She groaned and rolled over, staring at the stars and the moon.

"Spasibo, gospodin. You saved me yet again." she sighed.

Her eyes were slowly returning to its original green color. She sighed and slowly felt the effects of her running. She heaved another sigh and closed her eyes.

"Hey, are you alright?"

She opened an eye while raising an eyebrow. In front of her was a brunette girl with long, curly hair.

"Leave me alone." she said ruffly.

"That's not a nice way of greeting a friend." the girl sighed, Indian sitting beside her.

"Oh yeah? Who says you are one?" she growled a bit.

"Sorry! I didn't know you wanted to be alone!" the girl protested, standing up, "I just thought that you were well... freezing. I mean it's cold, and you aren't wearing a coat."

"I'm Russian." she said, "I'm used to it."

"Yeah..." she said and stopped, "My name is Piri. You are?"

She looked at the girl and smirked, "Natalia. Natalia Helada."


The girls decided to share a room, since Natalia had none.

"So, Natalia." Piri said, sifting through her stuff, "First, can I call you Nat?"

"Whatever." Natalia grunted.

"Second, where is your luggage?" she asked.

"I don't have any." she sighed.

"Third, can you tell me anything about yourself?" she asked.

"I think that'll be hard." Natalia sighed, sitting down on one of the other beds.

"Can you at least try?" Piri asked.

Natalia paused, racking her brain for an answer.

"I guess so." she said.

"I was born in Moscow, Russia, I guess. I lived a lot in the forests. I survived on my own, and it was a bit hard at first. I can't remember who I am. I only remember waking up under a tree. My head hurts, and I can't seem to remember anything. I must've smacked into the tree. Or maybe tripped. I mean, my ankle killed me every step I took. I finally walked to a clearing. It seemed that a camp used to be there, since food and some firewood was there. When I camped there for a few nights, I kept on having weird dreams. Something about a fire, a family, and a man screaming at a person named Rogue.

"Then there were people after me. I don't know why, but they also called me Rogue. They were telling me to come with them. I thought that they knew where my parents wore, and went with them. I was experimented on. I swear, it was painful. Something must've snapped in me, because the next thing you know I'm attacking men and breaking metal. That was surprising, really. I escaped back to the forest. I was still mad, and I was looking at the water. That's when I saw it: my eyes were red. Not the crying red. I mean red. Like your irises are red. Dark red. Almost as dark as my hair.

"It was scary, so I kept myself in that place. I made traps everywhere. It was their fault that I'm like this, and I needed to leave. So I ran around Russia for years, trying to find a good place to run away to. I found out about Club Penguin, and that's why I'm here. Um... please don't hate me and kick me out."

Piri became quiet, trying to analyze what she just said. She smiled, and tossed a black tank top and black sweatpants at Natalia, who caught it with one hand.

"Get some rest. You need it." Piri said.


It was Day 2 on the ship, and breakfast was being served. Piri and Natalia sat across each other. Piri ate rice with mangoes while Natalia just ate bread and butter.

"Do you know where we are?" Piri asked quietly.

"We're in the mess hall." Natalia deadpanned.

"No, silly! I mean which waters! I mean, we are moving, right?" Piri asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, there aren't much icebergs since last night." Natalia said, observing the window far away.

"How did you see that window?" Piri asked in surprise, turning behind her to look at the window.

"Remember, experimentation?" Natalia asked.

"Ah." Piri said, relaxing a bit and continued eating.

Silence ensued. Piri began eating one of her mangoes. Natalia continued looking out the window.

"I think we're gonna be in America in 2 days." Natalia said finally before standing up and walking out of the mess hall.

"What? How can you tell? Natalia wait!" Piri said and caught up with her.


She found Natalia outside, staring at the ongoing miles of blue water.

"What're you looking at?" Piri asked.

"I'm looking at that woman caressing her baby while walking along the beach." Natalia said calmly, smiling.

Piri looked on, "I can't see her."

"Of course you can't." Natalia said.

Piri looked at Natalia, as if she gone insane.

"I am not insane, idiot. Remember, experimented on?" Natalia said.

Piri raised her eyebrows before staring at the sea as well.

"Do you sometimes grow jealous?" Piri asked.

"Jea... lous?" Natalia said, confused.

"Yeah. Don't you know that word?" Piri asked.

"They altered my mind. I basically have a mental age of 15." Natalia sighed.

"How old are you?" Piri said.

"Uh... I guess 10? I mean, I checked my file before escaping." Natalia said.

"Then you should've known your real name." Piri said.

"Real... name?" Natalia said.

"Didn't you check your file for your name?" Piri asked.

Natalia paused, racking her brain for an answer.

"Uh... I think it was Rogue Alyssa T. Tvarkov...?" Natalia said.

"Then why not use that name?" Piri asked.

"I get a headache whenever I..." Natalia fainted and Piri caught her.

"Hey! Natalia, wake up!"

"Wake up!"


Natalia walked around, surrounded by the cold. The air came out of her lips in short puffs of air. She only looked around, surveying the ground around her.

"Rogue!" a male voice said.

"Rogue? Who is Rogue?" Natalia said, looking around.

"Rogue!" a male voice continued screaming.

"Who are you!" Natalia said.

"I am Leni, Rogue. You are my sister, the one sister I love and care for."

She stared right at a boy in front of her. He looked like he was as old as her. He was wearing a dark brown coat, red mittens, and... winter boots? He caressed her cheeks, warmth seeping from his gloves.

"Hm... I missed you." Leni said, nudging his nose with hers.

"Do I know you?" Natalia asked slowly.

"You forget." he said, his face falling, "You are Rogue Tvarkov. You are a member of a powerful family in Mother Russia. We were separated by a fire. I want to see you again, Rogue. I wish to."

"So... I am Rogue Tvarkov?" Natalia asked.

"The one and only." he said.

"When can we see each other?" she asked.

"I think soon, Rogue." he said, "Time is running out for us, Rogue. I will tell you one thing."

He pressed her cheeks and whispered, "I love you, we'll meet again. I'll see you soon."

Everything went black, but she swore that the last thing she felt was someone's lips on hers.


She gasped, and woke up immediately. She surveyed where she was, and suddenly realized the past events. She looked to to her right, and saw Piri already sitting up.

"Ah, Natalia. Finally, you're awake." she said.

"Why? How long was I out for?" Natalia asked.

"Believe it or not, you've been out for two days." she said.

She looked around the dark room, "What time is it?"

"Uh..." Piri looked at her clock, "5:45 am."

"I think we'll be docking soon, then..." Natalia said.

"Let's get up." she said and sat up.

"I'll start to clean the clothes I borrowed from you." Natalia said.

"No no, keep them. I have tons." Piri said.

"Gee uh... thanks... I hope we meet again." Natalia said.

"Of course we will. Based on what I have read, Club Penguin is a small island."


Ha! So here is the first chapter of Classified Files: Rogue Tvarkov. Yes, this will be a series. Well, a series about the 15 Generals, that is. Welp, this is it!

The EPF will be seeing her soon, maybe too soon.

Here are Russian translations:

Dorogaya - Sweetheart

Lyubov moya - My love

Spasibo - Thank you, formal and informal

Gospodin - Lord

In this story, Rogue doesn't know who she really is. She thinks she's Natalia Alianova Helada. Helada means Frost, which was related to the fact that she lived in the snowy parts of Russia...

Anyways! Read, review, love you guys!