A/N: Feel honoured. Two chapters, one day. I felt generous. Well, ill off Collage. Why not? Yeah, sorry, another OC in here.... oh, and the flashbacks are from rogue's childhood, but the Green Haired Lass is having them. Why? You'll see.....

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The green haired mutant fell again, cursing softly when it started to snow. Four hours and she would have been there. FOUR lousy hours! Shivering from the cold, and brushing the first drifts of snow off her face, she realised that she'd be lucky to get there tonight at all.

An hour later, the snow was upto her knees. She was done cursing the snow, and started cursing her back luck for being only 5'1. Still shivering, she looked towards the lights marking the city of Bayville out for her. Upon reaching the outskirts of Bayville, she collapsed in the snow.

Ch.2 - "What the hell are Acolytes? Planes?"

-Flashbacks-

A four year old Rogue was sat with her parents when the door burst open. She just sat there, calming watching television while the man spoke with her parents in the other room. When they came back, her mother kissed her forehead.

"Marie.... sweetie.... Ya goah with this man ya heah? He gonn' take care of yah. Ah'll see ya soon Marie...."

She looked up at him with her emerald green eyes and took his hand, placing her faith in what her mother had told her.

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Marie looked around at the place when she had been taken. It was massive, and made mostly of steel. Then the man was there again.

"Now Marie, You're very sick child, and I'm going to help you." She nodded understandingly, not too sure of what was going on. He passed her a glass of orange. "Drink this dear, you'll feel better afterwards." She nodded and took it, doing as she was told. She frowned slightly as she felt something wash through her body, then wrinkled her face in disgust at the aftertaste. He handed her another beaker almost instantly, this one full of a misty liquid. "It'll get rid of the taste...." he promised, and she drank it all, finding, much to her delight, that it was lemon juice. Smiling widely, she handed him the cup back.

"Marie dear?" He knelt down infront of her as she looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Take a nap." He suggested softly, as her eyes closed and she fell forwards, into his arms, asleep. Picking her up, he handed her to one of his men. "She's ready. We get this done before she wakes up. Maybe we can stop the Mutation."

When Marie did wake up, she was strapped to a table, restraints on her wrists and ankles, with another around her middle. Her eyes opened wide and she cried for her mother as the man appeared, putting a hand on her forehead, and telling her that she wasn't going to be harmed and she would calm down. Immediately, she did as he 'suggested'. It seemed like a good idea. He unbuckled the straps holding her down and she hugged him, questioning quietly for answers.

"Shhh, its alright Marie." He whispered to her, while holding her gently. That's when she caught sight of the other girl, strapped down on a table behind him. She was about the same age as Rogue, the same build, almost identical, except she was still asleep and she had dark green hair.

"Who's that?" She asked.

"No-one dear. No-one of importance. Now Marie, look at me. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but you cant go back."

"Ah cahnt goh back where?"

"Home Marie. You're parents were killed by the townspeople because they thought you were a mutant." He watched her face intently, as it crumpled, and she started to cry. "Shhh, Marie. I have someone who wants to take care of a beautiful little girl like you. Special." She wasn't listening, and her tears were starting to soak his shirt. "Marie look at me!" He snapped, watching her head jerk up, tears still rolling down her face. "Marie, this is just a bad dream. You never came to this place, you never left with me. Your house was set on fire and you escaped. When you did, you started running. A lady called Raven found you on the streets and took you in. Raven and Irene are your parents now."

Rogue blinked a few times, her tears subsiding.

"Ah wahnt mah mama's." She finally said, softly.

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Marie walked outside, to Raven.

"Hello child." She said softly, wearing her usual guise of a nice mothery-looking young woman. She held out her hand and was surprised when Marie took it.

"Hi mama Raven." She smiled up at her. "Can we goh home nahw?"

"Of course Marie. Of course we can. Thank you Doctor."

"My pleasure Raven. You know what to do if the treatment failed?"

"Destiny will know."

"Of course. Take care. Goodbye Marie."

"Baye!" she called, waving as Raven lifted her into the car.

"Mr. Stevens...." He called his assistant across to the door. "Make sure we know where experiment Alpha-Kappa-Three-Oh-Seven is at all times. I don't trust Raven as much as she would like me to."

"Yes sir." He turned to walk away.

"Oh, and Mr. Stevens?"

"Sir?"

"Put Alpha-Kappa-Three-Oh-Seven-Beta somewhere safe. Cant risk her escaping."

"Of course Sir."

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Sat in the car with Raven, Marie was idly twisting strands of her white hair around her finger, occasionally mixing in some with the auburn, to make a pretty pattern.

"Mama?"

"Yes Marie?"

"Ah think yah looked bettah with Red hair." Raven blinked a few times. This was the first time Marie had seen her.

"You're mistaken. I've never had red hair." She lied to her 'daughter'.

"Ahm sure yah did. When yah were lil' likhe meh."

"I'm sorry Marie, Its always been this colour." She made a note to ask Destiny where Marie's question had come from.

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"Gammie! Mate! I think ya were right.... This Sheilah's ahlive!" An Australian voice said, half-shocked, close to her ear. She shifted slightly and mumbled something about it being too early for school.

"De femme be awake?" A Cajun voice called back, obviously from another room.

"Will you all be quiet?" She mumbled, turning onto her left side, only to fall back from the pain that ran through her ribs as she did.

"The Sheilah's 'urt too!" the Australian called again.

"You're smart...." She muttered.

"Ey, I am, I don' need ya ta tell me...." She opened one eye, brushing the green hair back from her eyes and cast a weird look towards the Orange Australian. It was the only way she could describe him. Even his hair was orange. She frowned and closed her eyes again.

"Too bright...." and yawned slightly.

"T'ink we should tell Mags dat we found 'er?" That was the Cajun again, much closer.

Her eyes opened again suddenly, the fact just registered that she was laid in a bed somewhere, with three strange guys.

"Who the hell are you guys and what do you want from me cos you aint gettin' it!" She tried to sit up, but the pain in her ribs stopped her, as well as the hand on her shoulder, from the orange Australian.

"Sheilah, we don't want nothin' from y. We just wanted ta help!" He was still grinning. Why was he still grinning?

"Dat's St. John. Don' mind 'im p'tite." The Cajun told her.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Remy LeBeau," He kissed the back of her hand. "At y' service."

"Where the hell am I?"

"Dis be de house o' de Acolytes."

She raised her eyebrow questioningly, still blinking at the brightness of St. John.

"What the hell are Acolytes? Planes?"

A/N: Well, there y' go. If theres anything too confusing, just let me know. Oh, and the SUCH in the AN at the bottom of the first chapter was supposed to be SUCK. I SUCK at Acolytes and Brotherhood.... cept Remy.... Sometimes.... Yes, there is why Piotr isn't there in this one.... Sowwy.... Give me tips and Ill write him in.... PLEASE???