Will the Real Risty Wilde Please Stand Up?
Risty Wilde opened her eyes, and saw her captor. She called herself Mystique, and since early September she'd kept her locked in this cage. She remembered perfectly the day that evil woman came to her house. She called herself Ms. Darkholme, and she was a representative of an American exchange program. She offered Risty her dream- to travel abroad. Now, though, that dream had become a nightmare. Risty smiled through the bars.
"What are you smiling at?" Mystique yelled as she slid the plate of gruel into the cell. Risty looked at her meal. She knew she wasn't going to eat it. She watched, patiently, as Mystique left the room, taking on Risty's form as she left. Her mind was well guarded, but it had finally been cracked. Risty reached through the bars for the combination lock.
"3-16-43"
The door slid open. It was time for Risty Wilde's revenge.
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Mystique sat at a table in the local mall with Rogue. Rogue's friends from the Xavier Institute were along as well. Risty smiled in the shadows. She looked at her fist, as it began to glow pink and purple. She would destroy Mystique's perfect disguise. She would destroy her plans.
"Hey Rogue, you going to make your move on Scott?"
"Hey- he's with Jean now."
"So? Why not go after him?"
"Hey- I may be a river rat, but I'm not a homewre….."
Rogue looked behind who she thought was Risty to see another Risty approaching. This Risty looked angry. Her fist was drawn back to eye level, and the pinkish-purple energy was solidifying itself into a blade.
"Risty! Look out!"
Mystique leapt out of the way, roundhouse kicking the real Risty. Rogue watched, confused. What was going on? Risty Wilde was her best friend. Who was attacking her, and why did she look so much like her?
Rogue decided it was time to take the initiative, Her left hand slid down to her right wrist. She removed her glove. The unfamiliar Risty was gaining the upper hand, and she was about to plunge her energy knife into Rogue's friend. Rogue grabbed her, draining off enough energy to knock her unconscious. The memories flooded her mind. The cage, the filthy gruel, Mystique's laughing face. The Mental blades began forming around Rogue's hands. She looked at her best friend with hatred in her eyes.
"How could you do this, Mystique? Why?"
"You think you've won." Risty changed back into Mystique. "Well, I've all ready got the information I needed. Good bye, Rogue!"
Mystique back flipped away. Scott Summers and Kurt Wagner were the first on the scene.
"Rogue- what happened?"
"I don't know, Scott- but we need to get her back to the Institute!"
Rogue looked down at Risty Wilde, the unconscious teenager who until now she had thought she knew.
A/N: Well, that was my Risty one-shot based on a theory of mine. Let's see if any of you can guess which X-Man Risty is? Remember, The name Risty Wilde is not her MU name. (Jut think of how Toad, Avalanche, and Principle Kelly's names were changed)