A/N: Okay so this is chapter 2 hope you like it, but there are a few things I'd like to point out. Samantha the one who was attacked basically has the same powers as Magneto and Pitor, she can contract metal on to her body so thats one. The other thing is that in the first chapter the girl who attacked Samantha is named Shaiesha, but I came over some problems with that so now shes Fallon. Umm oh yes, also you'll find the name Lexa in here as well as the last chapter well shes from a show called Mutant X and this story when I first wrote it was a cross over between X men and Mutant X so yeah.

Turning around I saw them come in, Jean, Scott, Ororo, and a limp bloody Samantha. They immediately drew attention as everyone stopped and stared. There was almost an instant silence that went around everyone that saw them. Fallon didn't even glance over at them; she didn't need to, because she knew what she had done. And she was proud of it, it was almost as if she wanted us to find the things in her bathroom. She wanted us to know what she had done, what she had accomplished and I wanted to know what was going to happen to her for it.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Lexa asked, her jaw dropped as they all ran pass us with Samantha.

"She happened." I motioned over to Fallon, wiping my eyes clear of tears.

"You know you are really beginning to tick me off." Fallon finally spoke. "I suggest you shut your mouth right now, I don't really like the sound of your voice."

"Yeah well I don't really like you." I couldn't believe she was still standing before me, head held up high and pride burning threw her voice. Oh what I would give to take the pride out of her.

"Wait, what did you do? What did she do?" Lexa had started to catch on.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Fallon shrugged and started to walk away but not before turning to me first, smiling. "Welcome to my nightmare." She whispered to me and I couldn't take that. My fist tightened, and a looked down as she walked away. Now wasn't the time, not yet, but soon. She would be broken; with every breath her body would be broken.

Everybody fluttered around in the infirmary. Jean was back to normal and Beast had come to join the clatter. They had mostly cleaned up all the blood and now Samantha laid there, tubes stuck down her throat, machines that were hooked up to her buzzed and whined. But as I watched this scene, the only thing that I could think about was that the person who had done this to her was still in this house, taunting me, patronizing me. All I could think about was ending her for what she had done. Revenge was never a good thing to be driven by I knew.

The professor had always lectured us on it. But it didn't matter, we were housing a…a…a…..well, for lack of a better word; a psychopath. I left them there to do their work, there was nothing I could do about it. But I could go for the one who caused it.

"Well Rouge, thought you'd be up here sooner or later." Fallon called from the inside of her room, I walked in. "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

"Why?" I couldn't stand standing there, talking to her but I just had to know. Before I ended her I had to know.

"Umm, why what?" Fallon got up. Face blank and expressionless, taunting me once again. All I could do for now was take a breath and stuff my hands in my jeans.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. She's in the infirmary lying there, hooked up to machines that if unplug, may cause her to lose her life, and she didn't deserve it!" I kept my voice low but I was still angry. "Don't you think you the least you could do is provide an explanation?"

"Provide an explanation huh, well why? You really think the least I could do is roll over and die." She got off of her bed walking up to me. "Or take her place?"

"You will take her place, don't doubt that." She smiled again.

"I'm in the business of misery." She had started to look around and search her pockets. "I'm sure I had a business card somewhere in here. Catch you later." Fallon walked by on her way out. She reached out to hit me on the arm, as if we were friends and had just had a light talk, but when she did. I saw Samantha's necklace on the neck of Fallon, dried blood still on it.

"You are one work of art."

"And don't you forget it."

"Take it off."

"Huh? Oh you mean this," She held the necklace on her neck out. "No. It looks good on me. I think it makes my eyes stand out, don't you?" I pushed her into the wall. "Um, do we have a problem here?"

"You know I'm sick and tired of you. You're not invincible and you're not among friends."

"Well 1; Right now I am among friends and I admit, that might not last long but it'll last long enough. And 2; I've noticed that that pattern comes naturally around here. I mean, its funny Samantha was in the same predicament. Completely vulnerable, and not amongst friends. But I'm keeping my mouth shut, you know what they say, those who live in glass houses…"

Again I grabbed her and pushed her back, she fell and landed on her elbows in the hall. I stood over her, starting to pull off a glove.

"Oh come on Rouge give your best shot. You've got an open opportunity right in front of you, are you going to take?" Fallon was only patronizing me and I was going for it. But I won't give her that control so I pulled my glove back on. "You're just like them Rouge, afraid to throw a punch."

"I'm not saying that this is over, I'm just saying it won't be like this. Your time will come, besides you've been living in that same glass house for to long." Before walking away I snatched the necklace off of her neck then left to go see there progress on Samantha, leaving Fallon on the ground.

You would have never thought that something like this would have happened; a war going on in Xavier's School. Sides made not have been clear but we knew who the enemy was. Xavier was a man who always talked about turning your negatives into positives, to work for the greater purpose, and here we are. Words that reached so far and so long had touched nothing, and a cause that you have fought for more than one time means nothing and you give only an example of what the hate is. But do you care, no, because it means nothing. When you've been put in a position such as this one it is almost as if you have to choose between the letter of two evils; to let the actions go unnoticed and forget about it letting your friends suffer and do nothing, or to take action and make the guilty party wish they had never done a thing to anybody, or maybe even take things to far and take a life. One may sound better than the other for different reasons and it may soothe you for a bit, but the only thing is. They both have sickening effects that leave a toll and you and the people around you, and for both options you'll have to live with the results for the rest of your life. And while in the moment, it may seem like a risk you're willing to take, in the long run it won't be. It'll eat at you and destroy you, and you'll think it may not have been worth it, because it simply wasn't. But you do it anyway don't you?

"How is she, is she awake, is she okay?" Beast had me standing outside of the infirmary; he stopped me before I could even get in.

"Rouge, I want to tell you that everything is okay, that she was fine but I can't lie to you or anyone else Rouge. This is not good. She has serious head trauma broken ribs, punctured lung and she's lost a lot of blood. We're not entirely sure how she's going to pull through this one." He said putting a giant blue hand on my shoulder.

"Well, there are two things we need to be clear on here. 1, there's not a force on this Earth that can stop that girl. And 2; you're housing the person that did this to her."

"Rouge, what are you talking about?"

"It's that new kid, Fallon. She did this, first I saw all the blood and then I saw everything. And there were some people with her. I don't know who but, she did this okay? She did it okay?" I was frustrated, I didn't think anything like this could ever happen, but you never think the worse things that you always see on the news could happen to you, do you?

"Rouge, are you sure, what you're saying is awfully surprising it's a big thing..." I cut him off.

"I know exactly what you're thinking okay and it's not an accusation it's not an assumption. Its fact okay I know it is, it's not that hard to understand."

"Okay, Rouge. You saw what you saw, step back and let us take this over."

"I'm not going to blow it out of proportion okay, and I'm not going to do anything I'm going to regret." I raised my hands up as if to surrender. "You handle this, I'm backing up." I was lying through my teeth. "I just…let me now how things go."

I was to tired to think about anything. I didn't want to deal with any of this, just for the moment. I wanted to go to sleep and stay in my dreamland right now, but Fallon's memory was burned into mine and any hope of a peaceful sleep was futile. Almost as soon as I laid my head on my pillow the nightmares started to rush in. Blood and more of it. Over and over again, and before I knew it I was sweating with the sheets stuck to my body out of breath. This was really getting to me and an end had to be put to it. I looked over at the digital clock that was on the nightstand by my bed. It was 2:47am; it wouldn't be easy dealing with this, not while she was still here.

There was a knock at door interrupting my thoughts. Pulling the covers off of me I went to the door and opened it. It was Jean; she looked like the angel of death or something in the darkness.

"Yeah?" I was almost a bit nervous.

"Rouge, how do you know?" I knew exactly what she meant.

"I saw it all, everything." Jean nodded and walked off and I followed her, we were headed to Fallon's room, Jean knocked on the door. After a second she opened the door and stepped out.

"Hey there, we having a little midnight girl's only chat?" Neither Jean or I said anything, Fallon sighed. "You know I would one day want the pleasure of your company, but so far it only brings me displeasure, so where's the fun in that?"

"Come on." Jean said turning again. Fallon leaned over to me.

"She's a person of very few words huh?" She whispered in my ear and I pushed her away from me.

"You know something, I've got one nerve left and you're getting on it."

"Like I care." I kept walking and Jean led us into The Professor's office where all the teachers were waiting.

"I can not understand your actions Fallon." The Professor said from his desk. "I do not understand why a young woman as promising and extraordinary as you are would go and do something so inhumane." Fallon stretched and yawned.

"Well I'll say this Professor sometimes; things are just black and white, with no greater purpose." She turned to Jean, Scott, Ororo and Logan. "And do you really know what you're fighting for, or what you're up against? And you," She turned towards me. "Oh I really, really don't like you."

"Well I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

"Fallon, I have never had to do this before, nor have I ever wanted to, but your erratic tirade against Samantha and other students leave me no choice at all. I'm afraid that there is no place for you here."

"So that's it? No explosions, dramatic music playing in the background? No honorable mention? Eh well I guess the 3:00 in the morning was a nice touch, for a bunch of dorks in leather….I guess." Fallon took a bow and walked out and as she did I counted down from 40 in my head, 3, 2, 1

"I'm going to go back to bed." I said to nobody in particular walking out of Xavier's office. The halls were dark and it seemed as if everything had moved in slow motion. Everything slows and the smallest sounds become like a loud knock against your eardrums. You can hear your breath, your heart pounds in your ears and the footsteps of the person you're looking for lead you straight to them. And now Fallon was walking out at the start of the driveway of the institute, on her way out. And I was standing behind her at the end of the driveway.

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