Fate Is a Funny Thing
( Chapter 4 )
Ok it's chapter 4 of this on going fic. I know the anticipation is killing you so guess what! Well unfortunately your still going to have to wait to find out who Anastasia really is but hey patience is a virtue but hopefully you'll learn who she is in chapter 5. Also I have decided to reveal who the kitchen boy is! Well it was obvious anyway but at least I have you guessing on who Anastasia is! This actually will be the longest chapter since I have to cram a lot our main character's lives into this chapter so bare with me and get the popcorn, soda and a nice comfy chair because it is long. Also just so you won't freak out although this story is based off a Disney movie it does at times get dark and contain a lot of angst because all good stories have a slight darker side. To Rogan who reviewed Thank You for pointing out my grammar and spelling error but when I wrote that particular chapter I was in a bit of a rush because I needed it posted before I left out of town which at that moment was only 10 minutes so I couldn't proof read or spell check my work like I usually do. To my Reviewers I LOVE YOU GUYS! Hey if it wasn't for my reviews I wouldn't continue writing this story. Ok now it's up to you WHO DO YOU THINK SHOULD BE THE MAIN COUPLE? post your answer! The song "Changes" is by 3 doors down. "Journey to the Past" by Aaliyah is off the Anastasia Soundtrack. Any who I'm rambling aren't I? I'll shut up now and let you enjoy my crappy fic.
WrTrGrl puts duck tape on her mouth as she lets you read her story.
INTRODUCTION: Ten long years have passed since that dreadful night that the czar and his family were murdered by an unknown group of "terrorists". The Czar was found dead by the local fire department hours later after his death although they had to use dental records to even be sure if it had been Emperor himself as the flesh had been slowing dripping off the stinking carcass it was hard enough to tell that this was a man let alone the Czar . His wife and kids found dead down the road mangled some burnt , crushed , stabbed each dead in a different way. The Empress considered the only survivor well besides HER…It took months the months then turned to years but no search party ever located the young Princess Anastasia nor was ever a body found. So it that rumors began to grow all over the world of the country's long lost princess. And all of Russia hoped and prayed one day that she would return and take her rightful place on the thrown.
It was a hot summer night in the Big Easy as the young man crawled out of the covers that began to become exceedingly hot and sat on the edge of the bed. He slouched over and placed his rough ashy elbows on his knees then used his hands to push back the sweat soaked strands of auburn that hung in his face. He slowly got up and walked toward the chair that was used to hang his clothes. He felt something soft touch bare foot which was a dramatic change from the hard wooden floor his feet had become accustomed to. He picked up the small article of clothing and rubbed its silk fabric in his fingertips. A sly smile across his face Before tossing it in the trash.
He went over to his coat and pulled out a cigar, taking a whiff and relishing in it's sweet smell . He looked deeper into his coat pocket to find a pair of sunglasses. He casually put the black shades as he slowly went over and poured himself a glass of whiskey after about 5 shots he put the shot glass away as he pulled up a chair and gazed out the window preceding to drink out of the bottle itself and continue to smoke the Cuban Cigar as he sat in the cheap hotel room located in the worst slum in New Orleans .
I'm not supposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am
I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands
(how I feel)
The young man felt as the hard wooden chair pierced into his bare back leaving scratches and scrapes each time he tried to move in a more comfortable position but to no avail no comfort could be found and the young man gave up and just sat still , slumped in the rickety old chair. The only light in the poor excuse for a room was the flame on the tip of the cigar. The he light becoming brighter as he inhaled it's contents and just as fast as it had brightened the light grew dim as the remnants escaped out of the Cajun's mouth and nostril's. The only sound was the sound of gulping that preceded out of the young man a he continued to chug the bottle of whiskey. The summer heat washing over his sweat covered body as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back and once again entered the torture chamber he knew as his mind.
I'm trying hard to breathe now but there's no air in my lungs
There's no one here to talk to and the pain inside is making me numb
He slowly got up and walked over to the sink and turned the rusty metal knob the sink jolting a bit then suddenly spewing a brown substance then slowly it turned into water. He cupped his hands and slowly splashed it over his face as he let the water drip down his face he slowly turned his head upwards to come face to face with his reflection. His over all face looked fine, gorgeous even! But he definitely needed to shave. The five o'clock shadow he normally wore was becoming more of a beard, his usually nice trimmed goatee had become a bit to bushy to his own liking.
I try to hold this Under control
They can't help me 'Cause no one knows
He got out a small ,rusty pocket sized blade and preceded to shave while hi face was dry leaving behind nicks and cuts across his face but he didn't seem to care. He bent down and splashed his face with the running water causing his face to go into a strange stinging sensation. He looked at the mirror a hand placed on each side of the mirror . Slowly his shaky hands went to his eyes. He knew what he would see. Although he hoped someday when he woke up it would be different. Maybe today he thought. Slowly he pulled the sunglasses off to reveal what he feared. He hurriedly put the sunglasses back on.
Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, save me
Now I'm going through changes, changes
Once they where on he continued to glare at his reflection. His face in utter disgust at the sight of his eyes. His body tense. He was only reminded once again of his monstrosity. His body was consumed by rage and hate, for himself and his appearance. He used his long nails to claw at his eyes. After a few minutes of this his eyelids began to bleed as he pushed down his nails as hard as he could. He then ran his sharp nails over his handsome face, leaving behind long lines of red scratches and blood. He finally couldn't take the pain and slumped to the wooden floor. He sat there and looked to the ceiling above him and so his normal nightly routine began. Every night was a night of meaningless sex, self-mutilation, and contemplations of suicide well that was mainly his life in general.
I'm feeling weak and weary walking through this world alone
Everything you say, every word of it, cuts me to the bone
He let his hand find his coat which was still on the chair next to him and pulled the article of clothing to his body as he continued to lie on the floor, the harvest moon engulfing his body. He brought the coat to his nose and took her in, the smell of her. Funny it had been years but he still smelt her the very essence of her lingered still inside of the dusty old coat. All throughout his life to this day she had been his only friend. The only one who REALLY accepted. Who REALLY loved him.
He put the coat down as reality set in. She was dead and he knew it. He had barely survived that dreadful night there was no possible way she could have . Some part of him believed she was alive but that part died long ago. A small tear streamed down his cheek but was son brushed away by cold calloused hands. Hands that only knew how to kill and steal, hands that forgot the feel of one particular little girl's hand. Hands that lost all feeling as had the person whom they belonged to. All emotion and feeling had died with the young girl. He pulled a golden object out of the coat pocket and gazed at the emerald lid and sometimes he could swear at times he could see her face.
I've got something to say, but now I've got no where to turn It feels like I've been buried underneath the weight of the world
He sluggishly got up and slowly started to put the rest of his clothes back on. He glanced at his arms. The entire under arm from his wrists to his elbows covered in scars and dried blood much like most of his body. Once finally dressed he glanced at the young girl who lay sound asleep in the bed. He brushed a strand of hair. She was the best looking yet he thought. She did look more like HER than the other's well what he supposed she would look like if she was alive. They all meant nothing to him in reality, only used to fulfill an emptiness inside of him, the piece she took. It was always her name he moaned " Anya" was the name that escaped his lips each and every time. He never did know any of the girl's names now that he really thought of it, did it matter they were all her, a different side of her. Each looked somewhat like her some had a more reddish tint of hair some had a more of a brown. Some had green eyes while other's had blue.
He looked at the young girl on the bed , her long red hair flowing down her back her eyes he remembered where a sparkling green. No matter how much any of them looked, sounded, or acted like her he knew it never would be her. He placed his calling card in her hand The king of Hearts Card along with a single thorn less rose. He slowly put on his coat and left the cheap hotel and found himself once again on the streets. The only place he really felt at peace after she died. No one payed really paid attention to him and really that's what he liked.
I try to hold this Under control
They can't help me 'Cause no one knows
He made it to the little café where he was supposed to meet his friend. The young man he called mainly just "Sumertine" wasn't exactly a friend just someone he could talk to and go share assignments as "Sumertine" was also a fellow member of the Thieves Guild and he had known him since the day he got back from Russia and helped him regain his strength after Fagin (head of the street urchins in the comic book) had beat him when they found out he came home empty handed. "Sumertine" had been gone for about a year now Jean-Luc (head of thieves guild) had assigned him an away mission so when he called it had been a some what startling surprise.
Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, save me
Now I'm going through changes, changes
" Hey mon' ami!" called a young man to the Cajun who had become bombarded with lustful looks from every female in the entire room. He slowly made his way and sat down across from his friend trying not to make any eye contact with anyone else "Now Didn't I tell ya Never to try and speak French you be insultin' me when you do" the young man laughed at his friend. The two looked an awful like one another. One had a brown coat the other had a black one. One had black sunglasses the other had red. Both had the same hair well "Sumertine" hair was a shade or two redder than his comrades and was well groomed in comparison. None the less the two looked almost alike.
" Yeah I remember" he said as sipped his caramel frappaccino "so how been Remy?" the young man asked his fellow thief getting no reply " Oh I see the Ragin' Cajun is having a bit of bad luck, heard about the whole Belladonna and Julien fiasco I think fate has it in for you buddy" he continued. At this he received a surprised look and finally a reply " Yeah de Guilds be wantin' me out of de' Big easy by dis' week or dey said dey gonna kill Remy if he don't" the young man burst into laughter at hearing this " Both Guilds! Boy are you ever screwed! Man! A man on death row has a better chance of living than you if you have Both of the guilds after you!" Remy LeBeau scowled at his remark "…No offense Remy but shit both Guilds! I'd leave if I were you" he gave a small look of sympathy " Why is it always me that has to get your butt out of trouble!" the Cajun quirked an eyebrow Save my butt since when? he thought
I'm running, shaking
Bound and breaking
I hope I make it through all these changes
" Just so happens I have a small apartment in New York that I needed to rent out and was just thinking of who I would most likely want to be in charge of my apartment which is why I'm here" said "Sumertine" a bit to cheerfully. The look on Remy's face telling his comrade he wasn't buying it " Ok so that's not the only reason I'm here I need your help as well but if you help the apartment is yours" He nodded his head informing him he accepted to help " Did you see the paper today?" He said as he through the paper into remy's face as the Cajun began to read the big bold print on the first page "De Dowager Empress is hereby rewardin' 10 million rubles to any one dat' can find her missin' granddaughter de Grand Duchesse Ana…"His voice cracked at the very mention of her name.
Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, save me
Now I'm falling apart, now I feel it
" 10 million rubles! Can you believe it! All we need is a girl to play the part! It'll be the biggest con of history and where going to pull it off aren't we "homme" ? " said his fellow comrade. Remy thought it over and finally agreed " Good because our plane leaves in half an hour" Remy saw as the sheepish grin cross "Sumertine's" face " Where we be' headin' to exactly?" as the two left the café and hopped into a cab " Russia" the young man said as the where in the cab. It's for de house It's for de house remy kept repeating over and over as he was on the plane while he stared out the window he could hear "Sumertine" flirting with a stewardess . He realized he soon was going to be forced to meet his past. He hated his past and at times wish he could forget it. God, How I hate de' fuckin' past!
Now I'm going through changes, changes
God, I feel so feel so frustrated lately
When I get suffocated, I hate this
But I'm going through changes, changes
meanwhile
`~~~~~~~~~~~~Somewhere in the United States~~~~~~~~~~`
6 months later
The young girl plopped her boots onto the blanket off snow as she hopped off the bus. Her body covered in winter clothing and upon her messy hair a hat. The scarf covering the lower part of her face making her speech distorted and muffled. " Gawd how do these people live lahke this!" as she sat in the snow waiting for the next bus. She had been traveling north for almost a week now and still she hadn't found what she was looking for but then again she wasn't to sure on what she was looking for either. The next bus was to New York City and if anything she knew she would find at least something in that city. She got up and squinted her eyes as she read the wooden sign the one to left read New York City the one to her right read Bayville. "Bayville? What in de Lawrds name is Bayville?" she looked around " Go left she said! I know what will happen if Ah go left I' be an orphan forever but If Ah go right." she took the gold chain out of her pocket and held it her gloved hands "Maybe Ah could find…Whoever gave meh this musta' loved meh" she sat back down and laid in the snow as the tiny snowflakes began to cover her in their blanket of pearly white. "send meh a sahgn! anythin'! " she closed her eyes realizing fate was to busy to send her the sign and slowly began to open her eyes only to be greeted with blue ones. "AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" she jumped up and turned around feeling a bit foolish as she saw the monster she had been terrified of moments before was only a puppy. "Gawd don't you be scarin' meh lahke dat!" she slowly sat back down as the puppy decided to play with the lonely girl. " Well ain't you a cutie! Bet you an' orphan like meh." she said as she watched the dog jump around in front of her trying to catch his bushy little tail. "Weren't you sled dogs supposed to be smart or sumthin' " she laughed at Siberian husky puppy as he tripped over his feet. The pup began to tug at her boot wanting the girl to play along " No! Ah can't play wid' ya rahght now! Ah'm waitin' for a sahgn!" she said as she picked up the puppy and placed him on the floor. The charter bus had just pulled up as she slowly started to gather her things when she noticed her necklace was missing. She squinted her eyes and saw her chain stinking out of the puppy's mouth as he took off down the other road "Argh! You stupid mutt give mah necklace back ya here!" she started to run down the road finally she had caught up to the little thief and safely retrieved her precious necklace well …after giving the young pup his much wanted belly rub. She turned around only to find the bus had took off without her face clearly showing she was upset " You see what ya made meh do! Now Ah missed the bus!" but her hurtful words had no affect on the pup as he wagged his tail wishing the young girl would continue to play with him. " Oh great a dog wants meh to go to Bayville" the pup ran down the road and turned to look back wanting the girl to follow. " Ah get it already Sheesh! Fate wants meh to go to that way" her heart began to pound she was now truly on her own and it scared her. She felt a cool breeze across her face beckoning her to continue.
Heart don't fail meh now
Courage don't desert meh
Don't turn back now that we're here
People always say lahfe is full of choices
No one ever mentions fear
Or how the world can seem so fast
On this journey to the past
She looked ahead and saw the puppy waiting for her . The young girl's gaze gong back and forth from the unknown to New York City. Finally she got the courage to take her first step. The first step to finding who she was, to retrieving the thing she wanted in the entire world…her past.
Somewhere down this road Ah know someone's waitin'
Years of dreams just can't be wrong
Arms will open wahde Ah'll be safe and wanted
Fahnally home where Ah belong
Well starting now Ah'm learning fast
On this journey to the past
She looked to sight ahead of her "Bayville 15 miles" she had been walking for 12 hours already and her feet had been already killing her. She listened to the loud gurgling sound finally realizing it wasn't her stomach that made it " I know shugah Ah'm Hungry too" she said as she began to pet the puppy she now called 'Shugah" she gazed at the house that was a few yards off noticing a little place she could sleep under the pile of wood that was covered by a heavy wool tarp. She slowly walked passed and made a little bed with the tarp and made somewhat of a shelter with the scrap wood. She looked to the window as she watched the happy family eat their delicious looking turkey dinner unaware of the young girl that laid just outside the window. She felt her mouth water and her eyes beginning to sting as she gazed at the family in their beautiful home, not a care in the world.
Home, Love , Family
There was once a tahme Ah must have had them too
Home , Love, Family
Ah will never be complete until Ah fahnd you
She let her exhausted body start to shut down as she took her nap only to be awoken by her dog a few hours later the sun was about to rise and they needed to be on their way. Her eyes looking toward the trash can. ' You want breakfast Shugah?" she said as she saw the puppy's pleading eyes handing him a half eaten drumstick. The pup looking to his master before eating it " Naw it's ok I don't want any hon' , But thanks for askin' " she picked up the dog as he gnawed at the bone and continued down the unknown road.
One step at a tahme
One hope then anotha'
Who knows where this road may go
Back to who Ah was, on to find mah future
Things mah heart still needs to know
She started to lose hope as she saw the sun start to set and still no Bayville. " Ah think fate screwed meh over this time, Shugah" the dog whimpering in reply suddenly she saw lights in the distance. She ran over to the large object that was a mile down the road using her gloved hands to brush away the snow. " Welcome to Bayville" it read she looked over the horizon and saw the quite little town " We're here Shugah we fahnally made it! Seemed fate wasn't playin' meh after all"
Oh let this be a sahgn
Let this road be mahne
Let it lead me to mah past
And bring meh home…. at last
~~~~~~3 months later~~~~~~
" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kitty Pryde awoke to the startling scream of her room mate as she began to pound her bed slamming and kicking although she was still asleep. She rushed out of the room and pounded on the closest door witch was Scott Summers room. " Scott like Rogue is freaking out again!" she shouted awaking the young leader from his sleep. " what is it Kitty" but the young girl didn't have time to answer and dragged him by the collar into her room. Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing their was Rogue by the window about to jump. " ROGUE NO!!!" he ran and began to hold her down as the half conscious girl began to kick and scream.
" Kitty go call the Professor, Now!!" the leader commanded at the stunned girl as soon as she heard her instruction she ran. "Rogue1 wake up! Come on Rogue not again!" She began to yell and kick trying to break free. "Noooo!!! She let out as she opened her eyes. " The Romonav curse! The…" she laid her head against his chest " The what curse? It's ok Rogue it was just your psyche's acting up again that's all." he comforted the young girl as he stroked her hair trying to calm her down. " Ah keep seein' faces so many faces!" she let out as she was being held. " I know" he looked into her pale green eyes they always stunned him every time he gazed into them. She seemed so familiar at times it scared him. He gave her a comforting smile as she finally realized how close she was to her long time crush and began to blush profusely .
"Ahem" came the Professor's voice causing the two team mates to jump feet away from each other. "What seems to be the problem here' the professor asked a bit amused. Scott and Rogue growling as they saw Kitty and Kurt giggling behind him. Apparently the noise had awoken Kurt and he had followed Kitty and the Professor to find his sister and the team's leader in a somewhat romantic embrace. " Mah psyche's we're actin' up a bit is all professor, Scott came and helped meh before I hurt mahself" looking to the professor the young girl looked tired physically and he could tell she was tired mentally as well " I had guessed , Jean came into my office complaining of nightmares just as Kitty came to inform me that you to where experiencing pretty much the same thing" Scott's face becoming stern as he heard the name Jean and trouble mixed together " Is Jean Ok?" he asked protectively. " Don't worry Scott she's fine. She probably picked up Rogue's brain waves and began experiencing the same nightmare." Kitty and Kurt walked off as Rogue and Scott followed Professor Xavier into his office. Rogue's eyes locking with Jean's. Funny the two girls both had green eyes but looked entirely different.Neither of them saying a thing. Rogue and Scott sat down Scott being in the middle of the two.
" Rogue it seems your psyche's have began to release themselves into your memory bank one by one which is why these nightmares have been occurring some are your memories while some are the memories of those you've touched. And because of your memory loss of when you where a child your mind can't tell which is the suppressed memories of your past or just the other memories your mind has to share with along with your own." Scott looked puzzled " Well how do we fix this… problem Professor" the young man asked hoping to help his friend " You Scott can help by keeping watch while she sleeps to make sure she doesn't pull another stunt like tonight, Other than that it's up to Rogue to sort out her psyche's" The last part he directed toward rogue. " I can help but that's all I can do you know that" he said to the fearful young girl as she nodded her head. " Jean I'm sorry to say you will have to endure the same nightmares as Rogue will since your telepathic abilities will pick up her brain waves slowly they will over power your own and enter your mind letting you experience any nightmare she is having at that particular moment." Scott and Jean had slowly gotten up and began to walk out the door leaving Rogue behind.
"Professor you think if Ah you know figure out mah past that the psyche's will stop screwin' with mah head" the old man smirked at the way she worded her sentence " That could be a start, But remember you will always have the psyche's you just need to control them." he watched as the young girl become upset " Ah know but sumtahmes Ah think Ah'll never be able to control these damn psyche's that be fuckin' with mah mahnd!" the young girl realizing who she just cussed in front of quickly covered her mouth Shit! Ah just had to cuss in front of the professor rahght! she screamed in her mind Fuck he could be readin' mah mahnd right now! The old man chuckled slightly" I know it can be frustrating, but your trying to block them out not control them like I've taught you" that was true she had tried just to block them out. " I know, Ah'll try but do you think…do you think Ah can?" she asked seeking a true and honest answer. " You know I do, Ann Marie" her face wrinkling in disgust at the name.
"Please don't call meh bah that name ever again…It isn't my name never really was" he knew he finally started to scratch the stone, cold surface that was Rogue. " Neither is Rogue… so why won't you let others call you Ann Marie or even Marie" she got up in a fury a closed wound slowly opening. " Because she gave meh that name! She lahed to meh for 10 years! For 10 years I believed that was mah name and to fahnd out it wasn't! that ah have no ahdea who the hell Ah am! Rogue is mah name may not be mah real name but at least Ah gave meh that name! The only thing in this Gawd forsaken world that is truly mahne!" she stormed out of the room and went to lie down in her room. She felt as the wall she had put around her begin to crumble and she knew it would take the rest of the night to rebuild.
She looked to her room mate that sat on the opposite bed coming her hair. " How many tames a day do you do that! It's annoyin' " she said as she threw the pillow at her , the pillow only going through her and landing on the opposite side of the bed. " Excuse me! like I didn't know it was Ms. Grouch's time of the month!" The younger girl stated as she stuck her tongue out " Oh Ah'm sorry I didn't want to disturb the little princess and her pamperin' hour!" she yelled as she plopped herself on the bed trying to find her CD player. " Well excuse me if I like , take care of myself more than you! And if that like makes me a stubborn little princess like well too bad!" The Goth rolling her eyes at the last remark before suddenly a load voice entered the room
" Hey you two stop bickering ! I'm trying to get some sleep!" it was Jean Grey who had been forced to listen to their arguing " Hey who died and made you Queen!" The young girl stated. The slight remark making her room mate laugh. " Ya you tell her princess!" Rogue chimed in. "ARGHHH!" was the only thing Jean Grey said as she tried to go back to sleep. " You think like we upset her majesty" she giggled to her room mate. " Naw she just mad cause Scott has'ta come in every nahght and watch meh …that or someone stucka' pea under her mattress or up her ass either one really." Kitty's eyes began to grow " Scott …here in like the same room as us" she brought the brush back out and began to comb her hair. "Hey princess, It ain't that big of a deal! it's jus' Scott!" she laughed at the way her friend was acting she slowly climbed into bed as soon as she did she became suddenly exhausted . " You know a princess like has to look her best for her prince" rogue smiled knowing exactly that her room mate just left herself open " What Kurt is coming to?" she turned to her side facing the opposite wall barely missing the flying brush. "EEW! That fuzzy Fur ball! Like no way!" she began to blush at the mention of Kurt. " Hey that fur ball is my brotha' and if you didn't like him why are ya' blushin?" she yawned hearing no reply " Thought so… pleasant dreams princess!" I wonder if there's anyone who can beat me at this little game she thought. Maybe someday but she had yet met anyone she even considered a challenge .She smirked as she heard her Room mate muttering obscenities under her breath. These people where so predictable it was actually funny. She yawned again and fell fast asleep