A/N: Oh my god I brought every ones worst nightmare into this story. No it's not Sinister or Apocalypse. That's because I don't like them and they're not cool! No I brought the BITCH from the south that no one likes. YES BELLADONNA!! (I die in side just saying her name!! Run for your life!) Well in the story I pass her off as what I see her as, a fucking bitch that will stop at nothing till she gets what ever she wants. I hate her so much. She also reminds me of one of my old friends who will never be named because I can't stand her…any way enjoy the story. Oh one more thing, writing accents are too hard so I didn't put them in this story. -

Prologue

Remy stared at himself in the large mirror hanging in the hall. He wore a disgusted look on his face and couldn't take his eyes of his neatly styled hair and the suit he was standing in. Every one told him all day how remarkable he looked in a suit but all he saw when he looked at him self was a man with no spine. Being married off to some one you hate has that affected on people especially when your 19. And right now Remy would rather drive off a cliff then go through with his own wedding. In less then an hour he would be forced to walked down the aisle and get married. And he just wouldn't allow that. Taking one last look in the mirror he sneered at hid reflection and headed back to his room down the hall.

Upon entering his room he slammed the door behind him. Remy ripped off his bow tie and passed his room frantically.

"There is no way in hell I'm doing this." He said out load rubbing his temple. Remy stopped passing and looked about the room. The clothes he was wearing early that day still lay out on the bed. Remy looked over his shoulder at the closed door. "No way in hell." He said tarring the suit off his body by the seams. Then he grabbed his regular clothes and put them on. Dark pants and shirt, boots and his all-important trench coat. Lastly he took a duffle bag out from under the bed and placed most of him belongings in it. Then a thought struck him. How was he going to get out of a house full of thieves and trained assassins? The window? No there were people out side that way. Back door? Possibly, only problem was getting down stairs and through hallways to the back. Then he knew. The hall window opened up on the side of the house and there was a tree that grew next to it. It was a jump from the sill to the tree but it was his best shot.

Remy opened the door a crack and looked out into the hall. No one was there. Like a shadow he ran down the hallway passing closed doors and around a corner towards the window. He had to stop once or twice from noises and talking behind doors and from down stairs. He got to the window easily enough. Sliding it open her climbed out onto the sill and looked down. It wasn't that high of a fall if he did miss the branch, but he wouldn't. Remy slowly breathed in, preparing to jump. It was a short distance to jump but most people wouldn't be able to clear it. With one last look behind him Remy jumped pushing off the sill. He landed not all to gracefully on the narrow branch but he still landed on it. He jumped from one branch to another making his way down. He landed on the grown softly and stared to run. He didn't exactly know where he was going but he knew any thing, anywhere would be better then staying.

-

There came a load knock on the door, Jean-Luc LeBeau looked up from the papers on his desk before saying, "Come in." The door open and his son (Remy's half brother) Henri walked in. Henri walked up to the desk and placed his hands on the smooth wood, bowing his head.

"What is it?"

Henri raised his head and looked at his father.

"Remy is missing!"

"What?" Jean-Luc shouted standing up. Henri didn't move he just looked at his father seriously. Jean-Luc slammed his fist agenised the desk. "Did you look every where he could possibly be?" Henri nodded taking a step back.

"No one knows where he is." The two stood in silence for a minute. Finally the silence was broken.

"What am I going to do with that boy?" Jean-Luc sighed and sat back down in his chair. "Henri, the weddings off till we find him. I want him found and brought back." Henri nodded and turned to leave. When the door closed Jean-Luc got up and walked over to the window.

"You can run son, but you will come back one way or the other."

-

At that moment, far away from New Orleans, in a small town by the name of Bayville two girls are walking home from school. They were both students at Bayville high. One was a short, brunette in pink and the other was a rather pretty, slim, goth. The one is pink was named Katherine "Kitty" Pryde the other was known by Rogue, nothing else just Rogue.

"Well I like totally failed the math test. What about you?"

"No doubt I got the same as you."

"No way, you probably got an A." Kitty smiled at her friend. Rogue gave a small smile back. The two came to a stop at a corner as a green jeep drove up in front of them. Kitty started to blush as the driver said hello. Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Hey Kitty you wanna go for a drive?" Lance asked smugly, one hand on the stirring wheel, the other over the headrest of the seat next to him. Kitty glanced at Rogue.

"Go ahead." Kitty smiled at her friend again and climbed into Lance's jeep and the two drove off leaving Rogue standing in the gutter. "Alone again." She said to herself lowering her head and started walking down the sidewalk towards the mansion where she, Kitty, and others "like them" lived.

"Hey Rogue." Rogue's head shot up when she heard her name being called out. It was Jean Grey on of her sort of friends that lived in the mansion. She was waving at Rogue out of the passenger seat of a flashy sports car being driven by her boyfriend Duncan Mathews. What Jean saw in him Rogue didn't understand. Rogue shock her head. Some times she wished she could be a little like Jean. She was smart, beautiful, athletic, popular, and just plain perfect. But it would never happen. Rogue liked who she was and didn't want to change that. Not for any thing. Not for any one.