AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you Jinxeh, Nightcrawler III, and ange7snow, for reading my story still. And hopefully I'll get more readers to read this AWESOME story. Sorry it took so long to update, but a beautiful rainy like it is today gave me alot of insperation to write the chapter! And I'm going to annoy you all by not giving out the girl's name. I love the suspence, but I promise that I'll give it out in Chapter 5. Ok, enjoy the story!

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CHAPTER 4, PRT 1:

BASKET CASE

"Ah, blast! That hurt!" the young North Star girl screamed as she held her fist in pain. She slammed her right fist into the hard brick wall as she was trying to hit her punch bag. Obviously today wasn't a good day to do her self-training for kickboxing. She was still bothered by the dreams that she was having lately this week. In fact, she dedicated her week to looking up the locations and the strange Asian woman in her dreams at the local libraries in town. But she wasn't having much luck with that. This was very dissappointing her. But this wasn't going to stop her accomplishing a few other things today before work.

She then went up to her stereo to turn on the raido, when she heard an old classic on the her favorite channel, Mix 106.3.

"I'm Trevey Trev, and I'm out for the day! But before I hand it over to Cory Night, I'll play a classic Green Day song. From their album Dookie, here's Basket Case on the all 90's hour, on your mix, Mix 106! See ya!" the DJ announced on the raido.

"Yes, I love this song!" she exclaimed as she turned up the stereo at full force.

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid ?
I'm just stoned

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
And quit my whining cause it's bringing her down

"Hmm, maybe I should switch over my archery practice." she said to herself as she looked around her room. She did kinda leave a few holes in the walls this time around in her practice. Maybe it would be wise to work on her skills with the old bow and arrow. So, she took down her beaten up punch bag, and put it back into her large trunk. She then got out an old antique bow with a few arrows and a large red target board to hang up on her wall.

"And now," she started to say as she lined the arrow up in her bow, "it is time TO PAY!" She screamed, then let go of the arrow.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on

The song stopped dead as the arrow hit the stereo, causing the system to burst out in a small flame and few sparks.

"Damn it! That's the third appliance that I've killed this month!" She quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher and stopped the fire. "Ok! Well, I think that's enough training for today before I succeed in destroying everything else I own." Looking at her watch, she then realized that she was now running late to go to work. "Great, another damn deduction from paycheck! Ahhh, my boss is going kill me if I'm late again!"

She hurried up as she switched into some nicer clothes, a red halter top with black glitter letters saying "Made in the 80's" with a white spagetti stapped tank underneath it, black jeans with zippers on sides, red 2" heels, and a black blazer looking similar to the jeans with the zippers on the sides. She also fixed her long black hair the same way she always does with a bun on top and two chopsticks inserted.

As it was getting closer to 7 that night, she quickly grabbed her purse and house keys and ran out of her door, locking it behind her. She raced down to the apartment's main entrance and stepped outside. It was a beautiful rainy evening, but there was still a little bit of daylight, so she took a pair of sunglasses out of her purse and slipped them on. The sunglasses helped her see better when being outside since her eyes are very sensitive to even the dimist daylight because of her mutation. She then spotted a cab and hailed it down. It won't be long until she gets to the North Star, where life will never be the same again.

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"So let me get this staight, you go to this bar for months now, and you're telling me you haven't even really spoken to her?" Rogue complained to Logan.

"Hey, I asked her for the special of the day, that should count!" Logan said back.

"Please, that's not even close to count."

"Remind me why did I take you here?" Logan asked.

Rogue just smiled and sticked out her tongue. "Cause you know how much you needed me to help you. Besides, it saves you the headache of having me complain to you about Bobby had I not came here with you!"

"Ok, you have a point there" Logan laughed at Rogue. This was kinda better then having to be here for hours by himself. But hey, were talking about the Loner himself. He could of easily done this by himself.

"Ok Mr. Unsocial, how do you plan on talking to her?" Rouge asked sarcasticly.

"Ummm..." Ok, so maybe he's not so independant as he thought.

Rogue just laughed at his dumbfoundness. "That's what I thought. Well, let's see here. You could ask her about her day. Hell, even mentioning something about the weather would at least get you somewhere. But don't sound so boring or anything. Just talk to her like you would talk to me."

"Oh yes, that seems so simple!" Logan procrastinated.

"Come on Logan, it's not that painful. Why do you make stupid little things like this seem so freakin' complicated?"

"It's just another wonderful habbit I like to annoy people with!" Logan smirked at her. This was funny seeing her getting all worked up.

"You should be thankful that I'm practically the only person that can put up with you."

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for coming Rogue."

Rogue smiled. "You're welcome. So, um, where is this girl anyways? Isn't she suppose to be here now?"

Logan looked at his watch. "Ah, I give her a few minets yet. She tends to be a little late everyonce in a while. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten fired yet."

Just as Logan said that, the girl stormed into the building and got behind the bar counter. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was really bad."

A young girl with short blonde hair, no older then the other girl herself, walked out of the kitchen. "Yeah, ah-huh, how many times have we heard that excuse?"

"Just enough for you to believe me, Blondie!" she shot back.

"Yeah, well, I think somebody better be taking some orders before I get Jeff on their ass!" the blonde one flamed at her.

"Up yours!"

The girl put on her apron and grabbed a order pad. She then walked over to the first people she seen and suddenly reconized one of them from her haunting dreams. She quickly turned around and walked back to the kitchen. "Holy shit!" she wispered to herself. "That freaky weird guy was in my dreams! And now he brought a friend with him this time! This is all some flippin' conspiracy! Ok, I won't freak out now." She looked over at the place they were sitting at. "Just don't make much contact with them."

The girl walked right back to them with menus in her hand. She gave them the menus nonchalantly. "What can I get you guys?"

Rogue gave a stern look at Logan, expecting him to say something."Ah, I'll just have a Bud Orignal."

"And a Shirley Temple for the little lady I suppose, right?" the girl asked.

This baffled Rogue. "Um, yeah, that sounds great. How'd you know?"

"Just a good guess. Besides you're not old enough to drink yet." The girl got them their drinks and was about to go back into the kitchen when Logan asked her "So, um, the weather's pretty sucky out."

"Ah, yeah, I guess." she said looking confused. "Who cares about the weather anyways?"

Logan was really embarrassed. "Oh, I don't."

"Yeah, ok. Well, if you need anything else, just holler at me or Bam-Bam over there." she said as she walked out into the other tables that need to be waited on.

The blonde girl walked up to Logan and Rogue, yelling back at the girl "The name's Boom Boom smart ass!"

"Wow, you guys seem to get along great." Rogue said to Boom Boom.

"Oh, yeah. We just do that for fun. Ms. Firecracker just likes to think she can beat me to a comeback."

"What's her name anyways?" Logan asked her.

"Oh, I don't know. She keeps her name confidential. But we all call her Firecracker around here. Don't expect to get to much out of her. She really don't like the people around here."

"I'll keep that in mind." Logan replied. Boom Boom soon left and Logan turned to Rogue. "Well this is getting us far. What do you suggest to do now?"

"I guess we'll just watch her for awhile."

The two watched the girl work for hours. They even witnessed some freak trying to hit on her. She soon fixed that problem by dumping some water in his face. The guy was disgusted and stormed out of the bar. This girl was quite a firecracker indeed.

Finally it was quarter to 3 am and the girls and their boss were kicking people out of the bar to close up. Logan and Rogue walked out by a street light."

"Yay, I can finally go home to get some sleep!" Rogue said.

"Hold on to that thought. I got an idea." said Logan.

"What, you mean wait for her and then stalk her? Oh yeah, that sounds fun."

"I need answers, Rogue, and I've got to talk to her soon before I go insane with these dreams."

"Fine!" Rogue huffed. "But if were going to wait for her, can we atleast wait in your pickup."

"Sure, let's go."

They went out and waited for a few minuets for her to get out. But what happens next will be the big highlight of the night.

TO BE CONTIUED IN CHAPTER 4, PRT. 2!

"Basket Case" by Green Day