Chapter Four

C.O.S: Now before you read this chapter I would like to say that there will be some information that could help you in understand are reasoning for doing certain things.

For example the new name that Rogue has a reason for its choosing.

Neith is generally regarded as the quintessential war-goddess and huntress deity of the Egyptians since the ancient pre-dynastic period. I thought that this would be a great name considering the new role she plays.

Also Rogue did not choose to do what she is doing now... This would be later explained in a later chapter..

Also on another note please all thank ElfPilot for her starting the long task of fixing all the grammar and misspelling we have had you been forced to suffer through.

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She was in the hall but the same hall as before. This hall was shorter; it was livelier, and more populated.

She watched as the many children walked up and down the hall, passing by her. Then suddenly some students went through her.

Neith was fascinated. She felt like this was before, in dream in the tube, but different. She was watching, as it would seem.

She saw the many teenagers chatting with each other, giggling, yelling, touching each other. Touching... Why did that bring a bitter feeling inside in her? Why did she care?

Then she saw . . . . .herself! Or at least it shared similar facial traits to her... The image's hair was much longer, and she was dressed quite eccentric, in a style that would not please her superiors. The clone also had pale make-up with ebony eye shadow that covered her face.

A set frown was fixed on this doppelganger's face. She seemed nervous being in this overpopulated area. She reached for one of the lockers, apparently hers, and twisted the lock above the latch.

She seemed to be having trouble opening the lock. She growled, which caused several of the students around her to move away. She started banging the locker with her fist, cursing at it, but the lock continued to stay closed.

Just then, another fist came from behind her smashing it to the left of the lock. The girl gave a quick gasp, most likely she was frightened. The same hand the calmly lifted the latch and then opened the locker.

The Girl then looks over shoulder and stares at the man who opened the lock. He was several inches taller then her with ebony skin. His clothing suggested that he was a delinquent, as well as his neon yellow hair.

She gave him a simple grin and said "thanks". "No problem, girl" was his response.

He threw down his skateboard and continued down the now less crowded hall.

One of the Adults in the area yelled at the young man as he continued boarding down the hall. "There is NO skate boarding in the hallway, OR on school property! Do you want another detention Mr. Da . . . . . .

Regaining her focus she saw that she was back in the factory.

She quickly made an observation of the area she was in. The mutant terrorists were gone, they had probably moved deeper into the compound.

Neith Frowned at this. If Mr. Hodge found out that she let them get away, he would be very angry. And Mr. Hodge's anger was not something Neith wanted to deal with.

She quickly yet silently made her way down their path of destruction. More bodies, more unworthy fodder.

The trail led to a large medal door leading down to a lower level. She moved silently along the steps, till a shadow gave the presence of the terrorist where about.

She climbed the wall easily, her cybernetic enhancements proven again their usefulness.

She made it to the ceiling, and made it carefully over head to the person standing guard at the bottom of the steps.

The young women stood there shaking with fear easily giving away that this was her first mission. Yes definitely an amateur", Neith thought as she gracefully lowered herself down the wall behind the young girl.

She lay on the wall only two feet from her victim; she could feel the fear radiating from her. "This could be interesting."

(a/n change of p.o.v)

Christine was frightened, that anyone could see. This was her first mission with the Morlocks and she was apprehensive to say the least.

She could feel the sweat allover body dripping; her heart beat exceeding the normal limit.

But it was that excitement that gave her powers. Her powers allowed her to super charge her adrenaline levels, giving here super-strength. The effect was only temporary and made her quite sleepy afterwards.

But at the moment she could bend steel with here bear hands. But for some reason that didn't keep the fear away. She had this funny feeling that she was being watched. She tried to get the thought out of her head and concentrate on the mission at hand.

Then she felt a tap on her back . . . She quickly turned around, expecting one of the other members, but came up with . . . nothing. No one was there!

She started to panic, Grabbing a beat-up walk-y-talky at her belt and turning it, she spoke into it and said "Callisto are you there? Over"

After a few moments of not hearing anything but static a voice replied " "What is it Angel Dust, over"

"Is everyone over there? I mean, is every one present with you? . . . . . uh, over." asked the confused panicked female.

" Yes, everyone is present here. What's the matter? Over." asked the Morlock leader.

"Um, nothing. My nerves are getting the better of me, I guess. Over." answered Christine.

"Alright, contact us if you have any more problem. Over and out." replied the confused leader.

She brought her arm to her forehead, wiping the sweat from her head. It was her nerves, she kept telling herself, just here nerves.

She turned back around only to encounter a hand grappling her throat. she grabbed at the arm trying to over power it the holder but came up with nothing. The person was even stronger than she was...

The last sight she saw before the inevitable snap of her neck came, was the cold soulless eyes of her attacker that would follow her into the after life

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In the next chapter you will all get what you want the answer why the X-Men could not find Rogue...