So, yeah, ch.3. HEre it goes, it doesn't go where, she just gets re-aquainted with everyone.


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She rifled through the belongins she was told were hers. In the top drawer of hher dresser she found socks, underwear and numerous pairs of black gloves. Second drawer, a pair of jeans, black skirts, a sheer green shirt, black sweaters, and a suit made of spandex and thick green pastic, an 'X' on the belt that was next to it. Third drawer, books, mostly Anne Rice she noted adn a bible, cd's, (Switchblade Symphony, Children of Bodem, Sugarcult, Kittie, Jack Off Jill, Metallica, she had about 40.), and lastly, a sketchbook. She was an artist? From what she saw when she opened the book she guessed yes. Not to brag, but she was good, real looking people, animals, and other stuff cluttered the book on every possible spot to draw anything. Next to her drawers were three pairs of shoes, combat boots that laced up, black converse, and another pair of boots that buckled with green clasps. On the top of her dresser was a jewlery box, inside she found a silver chain, a beautifully ingraved cross of the same matal adrorning it of the same metal. She was Christian? Yes, that seemed right. She found a spiked collar, and bracelet, and other jewelry of the sort. Lastly, in th eback she found a tiny bag, a pentacle inside, this caused quite a stir her mind. Was she Christian, or Wiccan?

"I got that for you last year, for Chirstmas." a dying cheerfulness in the voice that was behind her. She turned to see a sweet girl, she looked about 16. Her hair was up, and her skin was light. She looked like the kind of person to be labled as 'preppy'.

"Like, I didn't know you were Christian, I figured Gothic and Wiccan just went together. I didn't know you still had it." she finished, her lips curling.

Rogue smiled,"Neither did ah'." the girl she came to know as Kitty was real sweetheart, a little hyperactive, but a real angel.

Rogue leaned down, opening her middle drawer and pulled out a fleecy, black, 50's looking sweater that had pearl like buttons, a pair of dark blue, flare leg jeans. She grabbed a belt that had pyramid studs in three rows and headed to her and Kitty's bathroom. Quickly she changed, looking into the mirror at her reflection for the first time since she woke. Her hair was shoulder length, and two lighting strips of white in the front. Her face was sinfully pale, but her lips were pink and rich. Her eyes were an electric green. She wondered if her features were considered beautiful. Her body was thin and curvy, a slight slant to her stance.

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In the tree she found peace, a good six feet off the ground she sat on a branch watching the sun set in the western sky. The autumn leaves rustled and fluttered by in a cyclone of orange, red, and yellow.

"Rogue?" she looked down to see a boy, red oakley sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Yes, Scott." she came to know him as, and had no question towards the sunglasses in the dimming light, Xavier explained an introduced each person to her.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

With a nod, he began his ascent up the tree, when he was about a foot in reach of the branch, Rogue scooted over and offered a hand. He took it cautiously, her fingers soft against his skin, he never imagined touching her without passing out, a dream come true for only him. He sat next to her as they stared in silence at the sky.

"Burnt rasberries." Rogue said, catching Scott off-guard.

"What?" he looked at her, his brows furrowed.

"That's the color of the sky at twilight. I've been wondering that for the past half hour or so." she said, smiling at him.

"Oh." he replied. Silence.

"Was my name always Rogue?" again, Scott was startled.

"As long as I've known you anyway." he answered her.

"Oh." she shifted placing her arms on the bracnh and brushing Scott's as she bent forward absently.

"You're like an Angel, Kate." He said, looking at her.

Rogue quirked her eyebrow as she looked at him. He laughed slightly,"In our Junior year, we rehearsed part of a play together. It was before we new eachother, and you lived at the institution. We didn't really like eachother. After I came to know you, I called you Kate, it was like my sign of trusting you as a friend."

"Kate." she tasted the name. "I like that, it makes me sound real." she smiled inherently.

Scott gazed at her admiration. She was beautiful, nothing but. He had to admit, he missed the old Rogue who scorned everyone and opened herself occasionally to him, but she was a new person now. She had never been hurt, or hurt anyone else, she could only be happy, she had no reason to really not be.


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Ch.3, go me. WOO! Please keep reviewing!

Next Chapter: Rogue goes back to school, and is confronted by the brotherhood. Why is she having nightmares, do they relate to the person she once was?