Title: Birthright

Disclaimer: I don't own jack-alright? So don't bother me with patents or legalities.

Rating: R For possible to come sexual content (I say this in everything I do :) ) and

language, slight mention of drug usage and excessive violence.

Summary: Rogue always believed she was the freakiest freak among freaks among muties. Especially since she can't remember anything ever since her powers manifested: no past, no family, no life. Or at least, that's what she thinks until a black SUV with tainted black windows tries to take her for a joy ride.

Author's Note: The whole Mystique trying to recruit Rogue didn't happen in this AU. Xavier found Rogue when she was sixteen, wondering the streets and screaming about voices in her head. In this story it's only been a year since her recruitment.

CHAPTER I
STALKER

"You're going to come with us, or you're going to die."

"Those my only options?"

"Afraid so."

"Guess I'll just have to make do with them, eh?"

"Oof!! Son of a-"

"Fuck you, Rick, now move out of my way before I shove a gun down your throat!"

"Aren't you hot and bothered today? What's the matter? Jeff didn't give it to you good and proper?"

"You disgusting, pompous imbecile!"

The white Burberrys were custom made, the silver tint and encrusted milk white diamonds littering the ends in a flamboyant display were not something you could easily obtain on the market.

They were lodged upwards on her forehead now, being used to prop the full, thick, incredibly straight locks of platinum blonde hair away from the lily white face and unblinking, crystal blue cat eyes. The full ruby red lips were pulled into an outward grimace of distaste-which she showed no reason to withold.

She had two options: mentally transmit a torrent of persuasion his way-turning him into an acquiescent vegetable (which he pretty much was anyway) but risking Sebastian's telepathic goons detecting her mental signature, or getting rid of him by force, quickly and silently, a frame of brutality she found inelegant.

"I'll tell you once more, Rick, let me in. It's not like you're that good of a bouncer anyway, besides, this is a public party." The telepath ventured, at least she could try to start with a little style if not outright brutality.

"It's public alright, but Sebastion's got strict orders not to let you in. I guess he doesn't want you crashing his party like last time."

"I never crashed any party you idiot, your Boss didn't give me my share, like he hasn't now, and I intend to reclaim it! Now move you filthy wanker!"

"I don't knw what British cuss word that is, Ice Queen, but here in America we say: 'Sticks and Stones' Frost, 'Sticks and Stones!' "

Frost unhooked the hidden semiautmatic from its obscured leather strap around her back thigh. His eyes widened as she shoved it forcefully though his mouth, parts of her hand glossed over with a diamond and elastic property-giving her enough strength to keep it menacingly in his mouth before uttering her next words:

"Sticks and Stones this, wanker!"

She pulled the trigger and he fell in a heap to the ground, blood splattered grotesquely over the white door and turned dark, almost black in the onyx night.

She placed the gun back in its hiding place behind her thigh, sneering as she spit on the corpse and wrenched the door open.

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She wanted to die right there, but knowing her luck and spontaneously unending amount of bad karma-she'd probably die in the most humiliating or ironic of ways: probabaly from having a seizure and choking on her tongue.

And it would be ironic justice because it was her tongue that got her in the most trouble, it was also her tongue that made poor Jeany cry only two hours ago and received a serious of glares and angry conversation from several persons she didn't even know.

Not like she cared about them, but the disappointment Xavier seemed to emit was almost depressive, and Scott and Kitty and Kurt...they acted like Jean was a victim of some horrendous crime.

Another victim of the Ice Queen's moody demeanour.

How quaint.

She kept walking along the sidewalk, breathing in and out in deep breaths, thinking about what she was going to say when she got back to the mansion. She'd probabaly have to apologize and become well acquainted with the doghouse for some time, along with Spike and Bobby for inadverently driving over Storm's rose garden yesterday with Wolverine's truck.

What doofs.

She heard a low grumble of a car's engine coming up from behind her, a sound she wasn't expecting at nine pm in Bayville, the most boring place on earth.

She turned around, just in time to dodge the roaring black SUV coming her way. She jumped backwards and stumbled as it backed up and reared forward onto the sidewalk. She jumped shakily on the hood, balancing herself with both arms flailing out steadily.

She could now see the driver clearly though the windows, his face was greasy and his mouth was turned downwards. Dark brown eyes glared at her from the driver seat, his fingers clutching possessively around the steering wheel.

"Jasmine Frost! You will surrender to us!" He yelled from the seat, backing the black SUV up menacingly.

"Who the hell is Jasmine Frost? And there's an us? What is this? A mutant resistance faction or something? Because if it is Ah'm really gonna rip you anti-mutants a new one!"

"You're going to come with us, or you're going to die!" He hissed.

"Those mah only options?" Rogue mused from the window shield, her eyes searched the car for a possible escape.

"Afraid so."

"Guess I'll just have to make do with them, eh?"

Rogue grabbed the side view mirror with one hand, using it only for a slight support as she kicked in the glass, shattering it onto the driver and propelling herself into his seat, her other foot kicked him in the neck-eliciting a loss of air and a string of curses.

"Oof!! Son of a-"

"Watch yo' mouth-or do Ah have ta watch it fo' ya?" She slammed his face into the steering wheel and the car reeled forward wobbling on and off the sidewalk.

He spit out blood onto the dashboard, backhanding her before grabbing for the steering wheel and trying to steer it straight ahead.

Rogue wasn't in compliance.

She grabbed the seat belt, pulling it out as much as possible and wrapping it around his neck and then around the seat thrice, buckling it with a smirk.

"Buckle up and have a nice flight!" She snickered grabbing the other seat belt and wrapping up his arms and legs, making sure his foot was still stationary on the gas.

"This'll teach ya to mess wit' The Rogue, now won't it?"

"I'm not apart of any anti-mutant, pro-human organization you fool! I come from your mother! She wants you to come back home immediately!" He struggled under the straps.

Rogue cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Nice try, moron, but Ah don't have a mother, and if I did, why'd she go throu' all this heah trouble to deliver a simple message instead of ringin' the ol' doorbell?"

"Ms. Frost is a strange woman, most peculiar." He stammered.

Rogue growled-a sound one would identify most with Wolverine upon hearing it-and pulled tightly on the seatbelt, not caring that the car was beginning to drive diagonally.

"Liar! How dare ya! You human scum, humans have done nothing but cause prejudice upon us mutants, the real victims of evolution and society in this silent war! And ya create these lies to save yo' own skin! You fucking bastard!" She slammed her palm upward into his nose, he cried out as the bone cracked and screamed as she flipped out the window, the car still driving wildly down the street.

"Bon vouyage, jerk!" She screeched in anger, not even turning back around as it fell violently over across the sidewalk.

He'd live, and if he didn't….

Hell if she cared, she was having a bad day.

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