Hello hello here's Chapter 2 hope you like it and well R&R!

"Speaking"

"Singing outloud"

'Singing in head'

Chapter 2 - There's a Rumor, to the past

Another day in New Orleans has come, and yet another day of gloomy-ness. It's been 10 years since the raid of the Xavier Academy. The mutants who survived the raid either found a boat or walked through the swamps all the way to New Orleans. The mutants have long been gone except those that live in the stronghold of the Xavier institute.

However, the people of New Orleans whispered of a rumor that there's still a mutant left from the X-men's team.

And these rumors and stories are what keep the people from having such a gloomy and bleak day.

"Pst!" A little girl whispered to her friend. "Have you heard? The word on the street?"

"Have you heard
There's a rumor in New Orleans?
Have you heard
What they're saying on the street?
Although the X-men did not survive,
One Student may be still alive!
The Mutant Ann-Marie!"
She replied back.

A man interrupted, "That's a rumor, a legend, a mystery and part of our history." He said, but he looked around to see if anyone was listening. "But please, do not repeat."

Then a woman was gossiping across the street loudly

"They say her family will pay quiet a sum for someone who can bring the girl back."

She said, as the people listened in awed. However, neither of them knew that another man was listening with a smirk.

Piotr, wearing a hooded cloak, walked past them and tried to find his friend who agreed to meet him near the market place. But it was such a busy day, since the MRD took the city under their government. The city had cooperated since the Mayor wished no harm, thus there were MRD officers roaming around the streets. Piotr and his friend needed to leave soon.

"Pst! Pete!" Someone whispered to Piotr. He turned around and saw a young man also in a hooded cloak.

"Remy!" Piotr whispered. "I got it." But Remy wanted to talk somewhere private.

They continued to walk past the markets, but too many people keep approaching them with offers.

"A Fifty for this Belt." A dealer said, holding an X-men uniform belt. "Bought it from a Mutie . I swear!"

"Would you like a X-men's armor? Buy a pair of boots?"

"I got this from the mansion." A man said pulling the boy's over to see a headband, "It's sterling silver." A man said, trying to persuade Remy.

"It could be worth a fortune, if it belonged to her." Remy said, and handed some cash to the dealer and walked off.

Finally, Piotr and Remy entered their small apartment.

"Well, Remy. The theater." Piotr explained. Remy looked happy as he pulled off his hood, revealing his scared face.

"Everything is going to plan, Pete." Remy said, as he threw the coat aside and running up the stairs. "All we need is a girl." They entered their apartment, grabbing their packed bags.

"You seem extremely happier then you used to, my friend." Piotr commented.

"Of course I am! Just think, Pete. No more forging papers. No more stolen goods. We'll have three tickets outta here, one for you, one for me, and one for Ann-Marie!" Remy said. He opened his secret compartment and pulled out a silver and green jewelry box he had for 10 years. "It's a rumor, the legend, the mystery. The X-men Ann-Marie who will help us fly!"

"So poetic, even for you." Piotr laughed.

"We'll find a girl to play the part. And teach her what to say, dress her up, and take you to the New York." Remy said, looking out the patio. "And you and I will pull it off. Imagine the reward Wolverine will give. We'll be rich and out!"

"And New Orleans will have some more to talk about." Piotr added.

They hurried down the stairs and did their best to sneak past the guards. People were still chit chatting about the mystery. Remy couldn't help but eavesdrop along the way to the theater.

"If someone to fool the X-men and get the reward..."

"...it'll be the biggest con..."

"...in history!"

"The mutant Ann-Marie..."

"...alive or dead?"

"Who knows?"

Far off in a lonely corner on Louisiana, the head mistress of a lonely orphanage was escorting an eighteen year old girl with pale skin and two white steaks in the front of her hair with no luggage. It was standard for an orphanage to kick out those who are old enough to take care for themselves, in which case, turning to an adult at 18.

"Bye!" The younger children cried out the window.

"I miss you!"

"Good bye!" The teen called back. The head mistress wasn't paying attention.

"I got you a job at an oil refinery in Baton Rouge." The Mistress said, opening the gate. "When you reach a fork in the road, go left, then...are you listening, Rogue?!" She yelled.

"Ah'm listening Head Mistress Irene." Rogue said. But Irene just pulled her scarf, dragging her away from the children.

"You've been a thorn on my side."

"Hey!" Rogue coughed.

"Acting like you some kind of a Princess, instead of the nameless brat you are." Irean continued to stomp to the gate, but she didn't notice that Rogue slipped from the Scarf of Death.

"Hmmm," Rogue rubbed her neck.

"For ten years, I've fed you, cloth you, kept a roof-"

"-over mah head." Rogue said, rolling eyes since she heard this so many times. Irean huffed.

"How is it that you don't have a clue where you come from, but you can remember that?!" Irean exclaimed.

"But Ah do have a clue-" Rogue started, holding out her necklace.

"Bah! I know." Irean interrupted, grabbing the pendant. "'Together in New York.' So, you want to go to New York to find your family, huh?" Irean asked, with a crook smiled.

"Yeah." Rogue said, nodding. But Irean just laughed at her face.

"Little Miss Southern Belle, it's time you take your place in life." Irean pushed Rogue out the gates and threw her scarf back. "A life in line, and be grateful too." She such the gates, "Together in the New York! Bwahaha!" She mocked, but then nodded her head sullenly. "Be grateful."

Rogue pouted, grabbed her scarf and continued to walk down the path. When she was a good distance, she found the sign that splits left and right down different roads.

"'Be grateful, Southern Belle." Rogue mimicked Irean. "Ah am grateful...grateful enough to get away!" She shouted back. "Go left' she said."

Rogue looked down the left road, where the snow was nearly gone.

"Ah know what's to the left..." She looked down at her necklace.

"Ah'll be Rogue the Orphan forever...but if Ah go right, maybe Ah can find..." She grasped her necklace even tighter. "Who ever gave this must have loved me." But she shook her head.

"This is crazy. Me? Go to New York?" She started pacing around. "Ah need a sign! a hint, Anything!" She shouted to no one and sat on a rock, defeated.

As if her prayer has been heard, a blueish colored dog popped out of a bush. He noticed the colorful scarf hanging loose by Rogue's side, so he pulled it away from her; think of it as a fun toy.

"Huh? Hey!" Rogue said, "Hey! Ah don't have time to play." She said, trying to be serious. "Ah'm waiting for a sign." But the dog wouldn't leave her alone. She stood up, trying to pull her scarf away from the dog.

"Would you please, just-" But the dog just ran around and around, trapping her in her own scarf. "Stop! Give that back!"

But she fell flat on her face and the dog won her scarf, but he landed and looked back, as if he's waiting for her to follow him. She grunted as she got up.

"Oh, great. A dog wants me to go to New Orleans." She said, but then she gasped. "Okay...Ah can take a hint."

She picked her scarf, but as she glanced down the road, she noticed the swamps seemed darker around the left path. It was as if the road was going to challenge her if she wanted to go that way. She took a deep breath.

"Okay... You can do this, Rogue." She said to herself as she took her first step down her new path,

'Heart, don't fail me now!
Courage, don't desert me!
Don't turn back now that we're here
'

"Ah mean, Ah've heard people say life is full of choices, but..." She said, looking at the dog next to her, "But No one ever mentions fears."

'Or How the world can seem so vast
on a journey to the past
Heart Ah'm trusting you
On this journey...to the past'

"You know," she said to the dog, "Somewhere down this road Ah know someone's waiting
years of dreams just can't be wrong."

The dog barked in reply. She laughed.

"Ah'm gonna call you Kurt." She stated. They continued their walk.

"Ya know Kurt, if ah had't found ya, Ah probably would've never gone this way."

'Arms will open wide
Ah'll be safe and wanted
Fin'lly home where Ah belong'

As the two companions continued their path, Rogue came across a small house with a simple family. The children noticed them and played happily with the dog while their parents watched. Finally, Rogue waved good bye as she continued her journey.

'Home, Love, Family
There was once a time
Ah must have had them too
Home, Love, Family
Ah will never be complete
Until Ah find you...'

Suddenly, she got excited and started to run.

"Now I know for sure! This road will lead me to mah past, and bring me home!" She ran up a hill until she finally made it to the top.

"At last!!" She cheered, as she looked down the busy City of New Orleans.

OK well they are a Little OOC but well that's half the fun