Chapter Four
Rogue opened her eyes groggily to find the face of a concerned looking woman looking straight at her. Rogue gasped and sat up, wincing at the painful burning in her ribs.
"Who are yah? What do yah want with meh? Where am ah? WHAT THAH HELL HAPPENED????" Rogue screamed at her, full force, ignoring the pain in her arm that added to the pain in her ribs. The woman recoiled.
"Ryan!! Get over here now!" she yelled at the open door. She looked back at an angry and disgruntled Rogue.
"Please calm down, Rogue..." she started but was cut off. "How thah hell do yah know mah name?!?!?!?!" Rogue yelled. The woman looked extremely nervous and slightly frustrated at the raging teen.
"My name is Kayla and I'm a mutant. I can read minds and shift them so that the victim does not remember what happened in the past hours," she tried to explain. Rogue's eyes widened.
"Ah...ah don' remember... What happened to meh? Did yah mess around with mah brain?" she accused angrily. Kayla sighed, aggravated, just as a worried man came into the room.
"Ryan! She doesn't remember what happened to her," Kayla explained, massaging her temples. Ryan placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't you worry. I'll sort this out. You go and have a rest," he said warmly and Kayla smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Rogue felt a twinge of jealously at even that small show of affection. She lay back down as the pain in her ribs got worse. Kayla left and Ryan looked down at her.
"Now. First, I know not to touch your bare skin as Kayla told me of your mutant ability. Second, you do not need to fear us. We only want to help you. Third, it is not a crime to smile," he added jokingly but Rogue only added more ice to the glare she was giving him.
"Ah only smile to the people ah can trust completely," Rogue commented and as soon as she said that, she was hit with a memory.
Flashback
"Leave meh alone, yah yahoo!" Rogue exclaimed, pushing Remy out of her way. The Cajun only smiled handsomely.
"Yo' know, chere. De least yo' could is give dis lonely Cajun a beautiful smile," he hinted. Rogue turned and glared daggers at him.
"Ah only smile at people ah can trust completely,"
End Of Flashback
Rogue jerked violently as her flashback ended. "Who was that guy?" she thought. She focused and saw Ryan staring at her concernedly. She coughed lightly.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Rogue looked at him doubtfully before nodding. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. "Good," he continued, "I thought you had gone A.Wol on me for a second!" he joked.
"Man! His jokes are lame!" Rogue thought before her mind drifted to the flashback she had encountered. She had no idea who that guy was. She knew she had some sort of connection with him. She just didn't know who he was!
"Agh!" Rogue let out a growl of frustration at herself and Ryan mistook it for a growl of pain as he changed the bandages on her arm.
"I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" he asked, while carefully bandaging her arm up. Rogue glowered at him.
"Ah ain't an innocent four year old, so stop treating me lahke one," she commented quietly but coldly. Ryan sighed at her tone.
"Please. Let us help you. Kayla, my wife, found you washed up on the shore and she brought you here, at my surgery. You have been unconscious for the last two days. That is all I can tell you, for now. But please trust us," he pleaded gently. Rogue narrowed her emerald-green eyes and scowled.
"It ain't as easy as it sounds,"
Rogue opened her eyes groggily to find the face of a concerned looking woman looking straight at her. Rogue gasped and sat up, wincing at the painful burning in her ribs.
"Who are yah? What do yah want with meh? Where am ah? WHAT THAH HELL HAPPENED????" Rogue screamed at her, full force, ignoring the pain in her arm that added to the pain in her ribs. The woman recoiled.
"Ryan!! Get over here now!" she yelled at the open door. She looked back at an angry and disgruntled Rogue.
"Please calm down, Rogue..." she started but was cut off. "How thah hell do yah know mah name?!?!?!?!" Rogue yelled. The woman looked extremely nervous and slightly frustrated at the raging teen.
"My name is Kayla and I'm a mutant. I can read minds and shift them so that the victim does not remember what happened in the past hours," she tried to explain. Rogue's eyes widened.
"Ah...ah don' remember... What happened to meh? Did yah mess around with mah brain?" she accused angrily. Kayla sighed, aggravated, just as a worried man came into the room.
"Ryan! She doesn't remember what happened to her," Kayla explained, massaging her temples. Ryan placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't you worry. I'll sort this out. You go and have a rest," he said warmly and Kayla smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Rogue felt a twinge of jealously at even that small show of affection. She lay back down as the pain in her ribs got worse. Kayla left and Ryan looked down at her.
"Now. First, I know not to touch your bare skin as Kayla told me of your mutant ability. Second, you do not need to fear us. We only want to help you. Third, it is not a crime to smile," he added jokingly but Rogue only added more ice to the glare she was giving him.
"Ah only smile to the people ah can trust completely," Rogue commented and as soon as she said that, she was hit with a memory.
Flashback
"Leave meh alone, yah yahoo!" Rogue exclaimed, pushing Remy out of her way. The Cajun only smiled handsomely.
"Yo' know, chere. De least yo' could is give dis lonely Cajun a beautiful smile," he hinted. Rogue turned and glared daggers at him.
"Ah only smile at people ah can trust completely,"
End Of Flashback
Rogue jerked violently as her flashback ended. "Who was that guy?" she thought. She focused and saw Ryan staring at her concernedly. She coughed lightly.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Rogue looked at him doubtfully before nodding. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. "Good," he continued, "I thought you had gone A.Wol on me for a second!" he joked.
"Man! His jokes are lame!" Rogue thought before her mind drifted to the flashback she had encountered. She had no idea who that guy was. She knew she had some sort of connection with him. She just didn't know who he was!
"Agh!" Rogue let out a growl of frustration at herself and Ryan mistook it for a growl of pain as he changed the bandages on her arm.
"I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" he asked, while carefully bandaging her arm up. Rogue glowered at him.
"Ah ain't an innocent four year old, so stop treating me lahke one," she commented quietly but coldly. Ryan sighed at her tone.
"Please. Let us help you. Kayla, my wife, found you washed up on the shore and she brought you here, at my surgery. You have been unconscious for the last two days. That is all I can tell you, for now. But please trust us," he pleaded gently. Rogue narrowed her emerald-green eyes and scowled.
"It ain't as easy as it sounds,"