Trapped

Author's Note: Didn't expect Rogue had amnesia? Well neither did she. Here's her point of view on the last chapter.

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I woke up feeling sore and tired. As my vision cleared, I realized I had no clue where I was, but I did know that it was someplace classy. The room was well furnished with stolen antiques. How I knew they were antiques? I have no clue and as for them being stolen… I haven't the faintest idea. The room was in short- Lavender. The walls were lavender as were the covers and the curtains, albeit a darker shade.

As I looked around, I was astounded at how beautiful things were!

"Wow."

It was all I could say. Soon, an auburn haired man began to come onto me. I thought it couldn't get any worse. As I sat up, I found myself dressed in a silk nightgown. I felt like a princess. I wanted to thank the man… but I couldn't seem to find anything to say. I was tongue-tied… I couldn't remember just what word was what…

I tried to stand, but my legs didn't seem to cooperate with me. I was about to get up close and personal with the hard-wood, when Remy… the red on black eyed man caught me. He started saying something… but I was too engrossed with how I knew his name.

Then it hit me. My skin. There was something about my skin that kept me from being so close with people… I just couldn't remember why or just what it was.

" Mercy!"

His voice sent shivers up my spine, but he was yelling for someone, and that did not help my headache. Not at all… soon, a blonde haired woman came in. It was Mercy, Henri's wife.

How did I know that? She asked me what my name was? What is my name? That frightened me. How is it I knew who these people were, yet I have no idea of what my name was? How is it possible that I knew about the stolen furniture, but I had no idea how old I was?

I started crying and Mercy started talking. If I could understand them… why can't I talk? Did something happen to my brain? Maybe some nerves were cut that I can't speak or walk? I didn't want to hear any more. I felt horrible… confused that I no longer knew where I came from, or if I even had a family.

Angelique. They said my name was Angelique… I like it. At least its not… oh I don't know… Marie or Jean… I don't know why, but those names just send shivers of horror up my spine. Something about them… maybe they were connected to my past somehow? Maybe.

I keep seeing flashes of memories… but they don't seem to fit. I see battles, but they don't look like mine. Right, how am I supposed to know that? Maybe I'm a psychopath… no… if I was I'd be in an insane asylum, won't I? Just like W-… what was it… it started with a W.

Maybe it'll help… so tired. So hungry… I should stop thinking… try to figure it out later when I've gotten more to eat. Yes… later… so for now… I'm Angelique.

Angelique… Distraite. Forgetful. How fitting.

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Author's Note: I know, its far-fetched, but hey! I like it… lol ^-^ Basically, its like she doesn't know whats happened and for some reason, she just can't talk. She just said Wow… but that's pretty much all she can verbalize for now. Reason why: next chapter!