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Summary: Alyssa Rinehart has had amnesia since arriving at the Xavier Institue, being wholly unable to remember her past. Two years later, she is followed by a mysterious woman, a red eyed man and a fallen angel. As her past is revealed, this usually passive sweethart becomes a pissed off vixen.... Rogue/Remy Rogue/Warren

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another chappie up and running! My muse is quite depressed today, she wants to talk about muse rights and overworking her too much (maybe I'll give her caffienated treats so she won't feel too tired?) and she says she's gonna go on strike if I don't meet her demands! What can I do but meet them?

Anyway, sorry but my internet connection wasn't working, so I had to wait before updating, hope you enjoy ppl!!! (

Chapter 3
Found you Sweethart

She stabbed me-and it really hurt too. Emotionally and physically,
Mostly physically though.

"Oh no! She's hea'!" Rogue almost screamed and looked around the room in a sudden panick.
"Who's here?" Jean asked, suddenly interested.
"A young woman, I'm not sure how she got in here, her mind is quite strong actually-AAARGGH!!" Xavier pushed his wheelchair back and clutched his temples.
"Professor!!!" Everyone screamed in unison.
Jean was the first to appear at his side. Her green eyes flickered with worry FOR THE FIRST TIME since Rogue's "arrival".
"What's wrong?" She asked pathetically.
Rogue sighed with exasperation.
"He's an idiot that's what's wrong," She stated and looked down once more at her hospital gown.
Jean turned quickly around.
"HOW DARE YOU?"
"Nooooo, Red, how dare he is what you should be asking. His moma shoulda told him not to poke in every head that comes in hea.Queenie's probably turning his mind into mush right about now. Very soft drinkable mush." She said with a shrug and looked down at the hospital gown for the third time in disgust.
"Now how the hell do Ah shapeshift again?" Rogue murmured closing her eyes. Coughing she snapped her fingers and opened one of her closed eyes to see if it had worked. A thick black cloud of smoke swirled around her body, curling around her ankles and wrists. Once the smoke cleared she was no longer in her hospital gown.
She was wearing spikes on both wrists, with a silver chain dangling down from her neck.. Her shirt was a black, satin tube top with matching, flowing black satin pants with a white satin sash as a belt. Her boots were thick and bulky, the buckles were extremely silver and glittering, the untied shoelaces added to a dramatized lazy but stylish effect.
"That's better." She said with a thick smile.
"But something's missing..."
She snapped her fingers once more and the skin on her neck rippled and warped. A minute, black dragon tatoo appeared; it wrapped around her neck, its spidery wings brushed aginst the underside of her chin.
"Well, who cares if there's an evil woman after you when there's an excellent wardrobe like this..." She mumbled and jumped expectantly on the hospital bed.

"THUMP!!"
"BOOM!!!"
"CRACK!!!"
The X-men turned towards the door. Through the cracks they could see the glowing effect of thunder and lightening dancing about within the hall. Smoke curled up from underneath, and they all suspected that Storm was having quite a battle.
Wolverine unsheathed his adamantium claws and headed towards the door, wrenching it open and allowing a black, blinding cloud of smoke to enter, and then leaving it with them as he hurriedly closed it back.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?" They heard him shout, and his claws scraped harshly against a hard surface with a loud SNIKKT.
"IDIOT!" Another voiced scowled.
"THUMP!"
"Awww, that's the Queenie for ya, she ain't one fo' rebels ya know," Rogue said with a smirk, but her eyes were clouded with too much fear for it to be considered amusing.
Kitty's eyes widened as she listened to the carnage, and Scott boldly made his way towards the door.
"You stupid-stupid little minx!!!" Xavier's voice croaked.
All eyes stared towards the unconscious figure.
He did not stir, but his mouth moved and his eyes opened drowsily. Those twin blue orbs stared at Rogue directly, they did not blink or flutter, they only stared.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES!!!"
Rogue yawned and moved her fingers like an opening and closing mouth as Xavier continued...
"THIS MIND MAY BE STRONG! BUT I CAN STILL SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!"
Rogue stopped immediately.
"ONCE I'M THROUGH WITH THESE MUTANT AMATEURS I'M GOING TO-
Xavier's body went immediately limp, and he fell backwards once more.

"Who was that?" Scott demanded, turning towards Rogue.
Rogue batted her eyelids innocently and shrugged.
"Who knows? Shall we guess?" She asked.
Scott titled his head sideways.
"I don't know who the hell you are but you sure the fuc-"SCOTT!" (Jean of course) "aren't Alyssa!"
"Duh Einstien, didn't Ah just say Ah wasn't for half an hour? Was yo' hearing aid cut off during that o' something?"
"BANG!"
The door cracked open, shards of wood burst forth and the smoke reluctantly cleared.
"GODDAMIT HEATHER!" The woman snapped.
She possessed a similarity to the teenager sitting languidly on the bed. Her eyes were blue but just as vibrant, her lips were just as round and pink. Her pale face was rosy cheeked and round as well, and platinum blonde hair tumbled down a slender body, curved and well developed. She was wearing a white leather mini-skirt, with a matching white (and leather of course) strapless top showing off round shoulders and a belly button bejeweled with a large diamond. Over her right shoulder was a white leather trenchcoat with fur along the colar.
She sighed and moved in, draping the leather coat negligently across a metallic table, her white high heel shoes with their glass heels clicked against the wooden floor.
"I –CLICK- am so tired – CLICK – of having to track you down. Especially –CLICK- when your brainwaves keep changing-CLICK!"
She stood right infront of Rogue now, a sleek silver revolver was held in her right hand.
"You killed them," Rogue said with widened eyes.
"No, darling, I didn't. But I should have. But, I didn't want to waste such bullets on morons and amateurs. I had to deal with them in mutant fashion," She said briskly, her English accent insinuated every word.
Rogue breathed in a sigh and pushed herself further back against the bed.
"Well, whatevah, Ah really don' know why ya hea anyway," Rogue drawled.
The woman seemed angered by this, her eyes enlarged.
"You are such a fool, Heather! You know exactly why I'm here, and how many times have I told you to stop talking like a Southerner, you were born in England!"
"But Ah was raise' in good ol' Mississippi!" Rogue snapped back.
"You're an irresponsible child, to think that my daughter would elope with some run down, good for nothing Cajun!"
"His name's Remy!"
"Just shutup child! He's a thief, the Prince of Thieves in fact! That Guild is nothing but a bunch of rivaling pack of children, along with the Assassin's Guild! They can't even get a job properly executed without being flamboyant and conspicuous. I should have never hired him!!!"
Both were staring heated daggers, each wishing to wring the other's neck.
"She tried ta kill meh," Rogue snapped abruptly.
"But she didn't. You don't understand Darkholme, she loves you but she doesn't know how to express her feelings sometimes."
"Oh? Ah understand it now. Ah can hear her thoughts when she did it, 'Oh Rogue, sweety, dumpling, I love you so much, and because of it, I just have to express my emotions with a knife! A good clean cut should show you my true feelings! Oh and look-it's even been cleaned of previous blood just for you!" Rogue hissed.
"I trusted her like a mother, and in return, she stabbed me in the back-literally."
The woman winced at the remark, somehow deeply pained by her choice of words. "She will be reprimanded for such actions, you can be sure of it. No one hurts you like that and gets away with it. If it had been anyone else I would have made sure the torture was sublime, but this is Raven Darkholme, my grandmother's-"Hoe?" Rogue suggested.
Queenie (that's what we will call her for right now) turned red and her skin became glossy and hard. The texture turned from pink to something more elastic and glassy. She hissed and brung her hand down open the medical table, smashing it into a bent piece of iron.
"You filthy little-ARRRRGHHH!!!"
She calmed down, and her skin regained its natural hue.
Rogue smiled white pearls at her mother, satisfied with getting a rise.
"I just want what's best for you,"
"Noooo, you want a partner you can trust so ya can take over the...family business. Ah know what ya trying ta do Queenie," She stated calmly.
"That's not true,"
"Oh?"
"Ahem, excuse us, but ve are verry confused and would like clarification on how-"Shut your pie hole you spineless blue monkey!" Emma spat.
Kurt remained quite.
But unfortunately, Jean did not.
"If you think we're just going to let you walk all over us then you've got another thing coming," She said harshly, lifting inches off the ground.
"We're the X-men," Scott joined in, his posture became bolder.
"And we don't like people telling us what to do!" Kitty hissed rubbing Kurt's shoulders consolingly.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Ya'll shutup, she's got a gun and she's got enough powah to kill ya'll in a milisecond, don't piss Queenie here off," She stated.
"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that wretched name?"
"Ohhhh, Ah don' know...how many?"
Queenie closed her eyes and breathed in. Upon opening them her face calmed. She would take another approach.
"What about Warren?"
Rogue's smirk disappeared.
"What about him?"
"He loves you and you know it. You're colder than I am Rogue,"
"I don't think I could be a more cold harded bitch than you," Rogue spat.
"He searched for you, when everyone gave up, he searched for you. We all thought you were dead but he said you couldn't be. He searched everywhere for you. Can you say your Cajun boy did that?" Queenie said, ignoring Rogue's comment.
"Remy though' Ah was dead, mostly because my motha' said Ah was. He couldn't feel meh, 'cause Ah wasn't thinking about him. Because of yo' goons Ah wasn't even thinking!"
"Heather, I'm sorry about that."
"Ah don' care what ya sorry about because Ah'm threw with ya! And stop calling meh Heather! It's a stupid name! Couldn't ya have come up with a less stupid name? Lahke Maria, or Marie or even....FOR GODSAKE I WOULD RATHER BE CALLED FIFI! CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE??!!" Rogue screamed.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I can't just let you walk away from this."
"Well ya gonna have to."
Queenie sighed and her manicured nails raked through her blonde hair.

She looked up as if defeated and smiled, tugging lightly on one of Rogue's white tendrils.
"You couldn't dye it all huh?" She joked.
Rogue smiled, knowing she had won a small victory...for the time being.

"Nooo, it keeps going back every time, and Ah can't dye those two brown, it always comes out weird. Why couldn't ya have been a brunette or had black hair instead of stupid platinum blondey doll hair?"
"Because, darling, I'm just too stylish."
Rogue rolled her eyes and her mother smiled once more.
"I'm still not going to let you ruin your life. I'll let you reside here for the time being, for the time being! But if you try to run away from here...."
Rogue rolled her eyes and shrugged.
"Whatcha gonna do? Brain wash meh? Ya know ya can't get through inta hea."
"Yeah, I know, your head's too thick."
"Hardy har, mother, hardy har.."
Queenie grew serious suddenly, her eyes softened as she placed a hand consolingly on her daughter's shoulder.
"I'm sorry about what happened, I really am."
"Ah know, but it really did hurt meh ya know? She stabbed me-and it really hurt too. Emotionally and physically, Mostly physically though."

Whooopeee! Finished it didn't I? Hardy har har har! My muse and me have come to negotiations, therefore more chapters will be uploaded immediately.

For the next chappie: "I'm confused,".
"What's different?"
"This time I'm confused for a reason,"