I'm gonna do more on "I Didn't Mean To" soon, but nothing great has come to me so... I'm waiting. I'll continue this one too. Please! Review. You don't want to see me weep do you?? I will!! I'll do it!! Aren't there enough clowns in the world to make me cry without you people making me sad?? Two seconds! Can't you dedicate TWO SECONDS of your precious time to tell me I'm cool or a complete idiot. Something!!

Whoa!! Where did that come from?? Sorry!! Ignore my Hank (Me, Myself, And Irene. Get it??) Yes. In case you were wondering. I do think that I'm funny. ::snort:: hehehehehehe. Okay Read!... and review too??

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It never ceases to amaze me how fucking crappy things can get in such a short time period.

Have you ever heard the phrase, Ignorance is bliss? You have no fucking idea what that really means.

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The dreams started about a week after Logan left. I had been expecting nightmares. I never, never expected these.

I thought I would have the type of nightmares that Logan had. I wasn't really sure what they were about, but I had a feeling it was about the metal that had been implanted onto his skeleton.

But really the nightmares I had didn't even belong to him. They belonged to Magneto. The first night I saw a ghetto during World War II. It was really only flashes of memory. Bending metal. Screaming people. A young Eric reaching for something. The dreams got worse from them on.

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One night, I saw me.

It was me as a baby. In Mystique's arms. Why? That's all I could think to ask. It was so clearly me in her arms, but I couldn't figure out why.

Then, I remembered when I was fourteen I had a project for school where I had to put together an autobiography. I asked my parents for baby pictures. They got really nervous and said the albums had been stolen. I didn't think to ask what kind of wacko would want pictures of me in diapers. I certainly never thought that there weren't any.

One night, I understood.

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I was sitting in a corner at a party. There were faces everywhere. They were strangers... but very familiar. No one really seemed to notice me. They talked amongst themselves about the weather or who they thought was going to win the sports game on television that day.

Then, every one was screaming. It was chaos. More red in one room then should ever be packed into such a small space. Especially this color of red. Things were flying. There was fire. People were dying left and right. I was screaming so loud that it hurt my own ears.

A woman came over to me. Her skin, it was bright blue. Almost scaly looking. She knelt down in front of me and I stopped crying and looked at her. She put her hands on my face. Then she smiled.

"Hello again my Rogue," she said.

I was terrified. I ran from her. She ran after me, but I was smaller and managed to get out without her seeing which way I went. I ran. I didn't stop running until I came to a road. I tried to cross, but a truck came. It was coming towards me.

A/N: Okay. Who here thinks I'm evil?? I'm feeling pretty evil. That is some cliffy. Aint it?? See ya!... Actually, I'll probably never, ever see you will I?? hmmm...... neva' mind.