Here's ch.2, hope you all like. I don't own X-Men evo. ENJOY!
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*Rogue's P.O.V*
"Is she waking up?"
"The scanner is showing brain activity."
"Look! Her eyes are flinching."
I opened my eyes gently, letting the light seep in a little at a time as I ajusted. Where was I? Wait...who was I? I can't-I can't remember...why? What's happened?
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"Where am I?" Her voice cracked, strained. She shifted slightly, in severe pain. Her body felt so weak. She began a feeble attempt to sit up, suceeding only part-way.
"You're awake." her eyes shifted to the man in the white coat standing beside her,"How're you feeling?"
"Lousy. Who're you? Where am I...who am I?" he voice quivered with that last question.
"Miss, I'm Dr. Neilson", he began,"you've been here just over two months. You were in a car accident, you had severe brain trauma, your skull factured aswell as your collerbone, and neck. During the last two months you've healed quite nicely, and you need no more corrective surgery. You seem to be as strong as ever, and it doesn't seem like you'll be needing physical therapy."
"So...I'm fine?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Tell me, do you know your name?" she thought for a minute bewfore looking up to him with a shake,"Do you remember any of your life prior to the accident?"
"No..who am I?"she asked as tears slipped down her cheeks.
"My dear, Your name is Rogue. You were a student at Proffesser Charles Xavier's Institute for gifted children, you're a mutant." the doctor seemed unphased by knowing that,"You're 17, a senior at Bayville High School. If you choose, Xavier will take you back to the institution to try and reaqquaint you with your past."
"I'm a mutant? Aren't they those people who have genetic alterations or deformations?" she asked, feeling her face and looking over her body for something abnormal.
"Yes, Rogue, they are. Tell me, do you know who the Italian hired by the Frrench to lead lead their army during the revolution was?" She quirked an eyebrow at him.
"What?"
"Please, answer the question."
"It was Napoleon Bonaparte." she said almost matter o' factly.
The doctor shook his head in a yes motion as he walked towards the door,"The proffesser is on his way to see you, Rogue, perhaps you will recognize him." he exited.
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"...She seems to be fine other than the fact she doesn't anything about she was or the fact thart she once couldn't tounch. She knows history, math, literature. We ran tests of what she know's, she's extremely intelligent. We also ran tests on her athleticism, she's incredibly agile, and know's numerous flips and twists, she was a gymnist?" The proffesser nodded,"As for her mutation, she is quite capable of touching, stress sometimes triggers a mutants evolution, she can control what she takes energy from and what she does not, she demonstarted for me, it appears she does it inherently. Another thing is, she stores the energy in her body for a when she may need it, in another mutants case, she may inherit another ability, such as telpathy like you have, or telekenisis like your student Jean grey." The proffesser stared far and away as he thought.(A/N: This is a lab created for mutants, by mutants. Just incase your were wondering, the hospital is full of other afflicted mutants.)
"Can I see her?" he asked finally.
"Yes, you may, she's remarkebly healthy, and moving just fine, last I saw her, she was looking out her window."
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"Rogue?" the voice startled her, as she turned to the man behind her, in the wheel chair.
"Do I know you?" she asked, a little bit of an apology in her voice.
"Yes, Rogue, although you may not remember. I am Proffesser Charles Francis Xavier, Dr.Neilson told me you can come home when you're ready, if that's what you want. Everyone misses you terribly."
She looked back out her window,"I'm sorry, I can't recall."
"Yes, I know, but I have ways of helping you remember, should you want my help. You're welcome to come stay in the institution, Rogue."
She nodded, still turned away,"Yes, perhaps I will. Can I come 'home' now?"
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Hey, there's chapter two...hope you all liked. Anyway, please review, I need them to kepp writing. I want five, if at all possible. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
Next Chapter: Rogue goes home, Scott copes, and everyone is trying to get used to her new persona.
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*Rogue's P.O.V*
"Is she waking up?"
"The scanner is showing brain activity."
"Look! Her eyes are flinching."
I opened my eyes gently, letting the light seep in a little at a time as I ajusted. Where was I? Wait...who was I? I can't-I can't remember...why? What's happened?
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"Where am I?" Her voice cracked, strained. She shifted slightly, in severe pain. Her body felt so weak. She began a feeble attempt to sit up, suceeding only part-way.
"You're awake." her eyes shifted to the man in the white coat standing beside her,"How're you feeling?"
"Lousy. Who're you? Where am I...who am I?" he voice quivered with that last question.
"Miss, I'm Dr. Neilson", he began,"you've been here just over two months. You were in a car accident, you had severe brain trauma, your skull factured aswell as your collerbone, and neck. During the last two months you've healed quite nicely, and you need no more corrective surgery. You seem to be as strong as ever, and it doesn't seem like you'll be needing physical therapy."
"So...I'm fine?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Tell me, do you know your name?" she thought for a minute bewfore looking up to him with a shake,"Do you remember any of your life prior to the accident?"
"No..who am I?"she asked as tears slipped down her cheeks.
"My dear, Your name is Rogue. You were a student at Proffesser Charles Xavier's Institute for gifted children, you're a mutant." the doctor seemed unphased by knowing that,"You're 17, a senior at Bayville High School. If you choose, Xavier will take you back to the institution to try and reaqquaint you with your past."
"I'm a mutant? Aren't they those people who have genetic alterations or deformations?" she asked, feeling her face and looking over her body for something abnormal.
"Yes, Rogue, they are. Tell me, do you know who the Italian hired by the Frrench to lead lead their army during the revolution was?" She quirked an eyebrow at him.
"What?"
"Please, answer the question."
"It was Napoleon Bonaparte." she said almost matter o' factly.
The doctor shook his head in a yes motion as he walked towards the door,"The proffesser is on his way to see you, Rogue, perhaps you will recognize him." he exited.
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"...She seems to be fine other than the fact she doesn't anything about she was or the fact thart she once couldn't tounch. She knows history, math, literature. We ran tests of what she know's, she's extremely intelligent. We also ran tests on her athleticism, she's incredibly agile, and know's numerous flips and twists, she was a gymnist?" The proffesser nodded,"As for her mutation, she is quite capable of touching, stress sometimes triggers a mutants evolution, she can control what she takes energy from and what she does not, she demonstarted for me, it appears she does it inherently. Another thing is, she stores the energy in her body for a when she may need it, in another mutants case, she may inherit another ability, such as telpathy like you have, or telekenisis like your student Jean grey." The proffesser stared far and away as he thought.(A/N: This is a lab created for mutants, by mutants. Just incase your were wondering, the hospital is full of other afflicted mutants.)
"Can I see her?" he asked finally.
"Yes, you may, she's remarkebly healthy, and moving just fine, last I saw her, she was looking out her window."
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"Rogue?" the voice startled her, as she turned to the man behind her, in the wheel chair.
"Do I know you?" she asked, a little bit of an apology in her voice.
"Yes, Rogue, although you may not remember. I am Proffesser Charles Francis Xavier, Dr.Neilson told me you can come home when you're ready, if that's what you want. Everyone misses you terribly."
She looked back out her window,"I'm sorry, I can't recall."
"Yes, I know, but I have ways of helping you remember, should you want my help. You're welcome to come stay in the institution, Rogue."
She nodded, still turned away,"Yes, perhaps I will. Can I come 'home' now?"
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Hey, there's chapter two...hope you all liked. Anyway, please review, I need them to kepp writing. I want five, if at all possible. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
Next Chapter: Rogue goes home, Scott copes, and everyone is trying to get used to her new persona.
