Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Xmen. I know, you're disappointed. Oh yeah. . . Ein and Ed are cute. . .

Hmmm. . . I still feel some lazy side effects. . .

Thanks to:

Chichita: I shall resolve this delicious hunger of yours. It shall be so satiated that life itself will look dim in comparison. . . . (gasp) Oh what shall you do when Rogue perishes into the wonderful world of cotton fluff.

BlackHallway: You have been signed up for counseling as well! Beautiful! Yet another recruit in the other realm that is insanity!

Freak87: Ha ha! You're rambling reminds me of what I did yesterday. . . It was brilliant! How did you gain this Axe of Destruction, I must ask. . . . FOR I MUST OWN ONE! Behold my power. . . . Bow before me and tremble beneath the will that is the RoguesHeart! I won this war of whims! Eat more Nachos!

Enchanted Light: I have updated, yes I did. . .

SickMindSucker: Memory loss is like my insanity. . . It falls hand in hand. I was very out of it when I wrote the last chapter thus the crazy couldn't escape. . . Oh but how I shall make up for it in this chapter.

Kyo-Kitty: YES! BEAUTIFUL! I have yet another recruit into the wonderful world of insanity! I am so pleased! I can't handle it all at one time. . . Who really knew that my inner demons could grasp so many people at one time? Pink shirts are beyond the utter maliciousness of life. . . But the psychotic marshmallows belong to me. . .

RKER: yes what?

Recap: Rogue is mildly confused on who she is. . . So many people call her different names rather than just rogue. So Rogue is now determined to find a name for herself. (just a random filler moment until my writing style kicks back in)

WARNING! I AM TRYING A DIFFERENT WRITING STYLE. . . TELL ME IF IT IS CONFUSING OR NOT!

Walking Alongside the Devil

Session 20: Haunted

" Saving me. . . Raping me. . .

Watching me. . . . "

(Present time portion o' mystery)

The wind whipped against the heated flesh of the eccentric teenager. Precariously tilting her head to the side, deliciously evil emerald eyes gazed impassionately at the raging inferno beneath her, a disheartened pout set upon her porcelain face.

" That wasn't fun at all…"

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(Past time o' life)

Rogue skipped happily down each of the mansion's steps. It was going to be a happy day, a brilliant day, a fantastic day, a fun day. . . .

During her little excursion with her supposed Cajun "lover" and the amusing little fire starter, she had come to the conclusion that she needed an identity.

Not that the identity that the bald headed man had given her was bad, it's just she needed one that she could fully identify herself with. One that matched with what she was feeling at that exact moment.

Running her slender fingers through the taut strands of her auburn hair, she slowly began to conjure up a plan.

" Rogue? . . . " a voice called out tentatively behind her.

Without turning, Rogue let out a small noise to indicate her notice of the man behind her.

" Shiela, what exactly are you planning to do? "

A small smile began to creep it's way across her face.

" Why my dear little Johnny, ah'm planning t' have a little bit o' fun. . . "

John stepped back slightly, his ginger orange hair whipping in the upcoming breeze.

" What kind of fun?. . . "

Rogue gave him no answer, she merely turned around to face the mansion's gates.

" Johnny, sugah, do ya know how to open these gates?. . "

John shrugged slightly, a sense of indifference cascading through him like waves lapping against the shore of a beach.

" I dunno, usually they just open on their own. . "

A slight frown graced the spirited girl's features.

" Well we're just gonna have t' remedy dis situation… "

With a swift flick of the wrist, the metal gates began to twist and writhe as if someone were molding them with their hands. In mere seconds Rogue had the gates ripped from the outer walls, leaving nothing but a gaping hole. (a/n: awww. . . The wall must be lonely now…)

" Lovely!..." Rogue exclaimed joyously.

Grabbing the gaping Australian, Rogue pranced gleefully away from the mansion.

" Shiela! How did you do that!"

Rogue stopped prancing to glance back at John.

" Easily. . . I used. . . "

Rogue let go of John's arms to do mystical hand gestures.

" MAGIC!"

She ran off happily, her light maniacal laughter drifting off behind her. John shook his head absently and chased after her. If he didn't constantly monitor her actions, Remy would have his ass.

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(Present Time o' mystery)

A soft white sundress brushed lightly against the skin of her silky smooth skin. Bare feet touched against the dirt ridden grain of soil that adorned the ground of Central Park.

The sweet scent of grass lifted gently into her nostrils, causing for her to recoil slightly. It wasn't right, none of it was right. . . She had to fix it.

A single flicker of flame burst from the ground, swirling around her in ardent waves of ferocious passion.

" Good. . . . But it can be better. . . . Make it better. . . "

The flame rose higher until it nearly engulfed her entire body, it spread itself across the unmitigated fields of grass that the park provided for it's visitors. Entire patches of saccharine fragranted flowers found themselves consumed in the ire of the seething teenager's flame.

" Ah want it to burn…"

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( Past Time o' life)

" Do it Johnny. . . " Rogue whispered lightly

John made a face before turning back to Rogue.

" And die, I think not. . . "

Rogue's face slowly turned dark, her eyes glowering at him threateningly. John shrank back against the wall, even though the girl had lost her memories, she certainly hadn't forgotten how to intimidate a person.

" Ya'll gotta face death someday. . . Either by them or by me. . "

John's shoulders slumped.

" A'right ya bloody tart. . . . But don't blame me if it backfires… "

Peeking over the side of the wall, John took out his lighter. Using his manipulation techniques he allowed for a small flicker of a flame to creep up from the metal container.

' C'mon… you can do it. . . '

With a gentle push the flame rushed onto the carpet and crept along it in a single trail.

" Go faster. . . "

Rogue peered over his shoulder, breaking his concentration, much to his annoyance.

" Shiela, have some patience. . .This is a work of art I'm creating. . . "

Rolling her eyes, she slumped back against the wall.

' This had better start getting interesting . . . '

Ever since Rogue had left the mansion, she had been on the watch for anything that could catch her interest as being fun. First it had been the little happenings at the Thai Restaurant in which Rogue had proceeded to tap dance upon the head of the Asian coordinator. After getting swiftly kicked out of the restaurant, Rogue decided that she wanted to go to the movie theatre. John, who had suffered a concussion from a frying pan to the head, agreed wholeheartedly; believing that no harm could come from it. Incidents occurred at that theatre that he was quite unwilling to talk about. (a/n: ten points for anyone who can guess)

Eventually, John managed to get her calmed down enough to go sit at the park. Unfortunately for the pair, an anti-mutant rally was in progress. John, knowing the consequences of Rogue witnessing anything or anyone with violent natures attempted to direct her away from it but it was to no avail. Rogue, being the insane one she was, decided to join in on the rally. She helped the men create little picket signs and marched along with them around central park. Fellow mutants, who recognized Rogue, pointed and laughed as they saw her joyously marching around with the men (a/n: picture an overly happy rogue) . Yet, the entire time, the Friends of Humanity never caught onto the fact that Rogue was a mutant. They just figured she was an eager young participant in the cause of saving the human race against the mutant menace. They were poor unsuspecting fools. The rally ended around midday of the afternoon, the men left the park sadly. They hadn't managed to find anymore new recruits for their cause besides Rogue.

Of course, Rogue wasn't finished with her fun times with the mutant haters. With a lot of persuasion on her part, Rogue had managed to coerce John into following her to the Friends of Humanity building. After a good hour of exploration and gawking at the lovely portraits of mutant murders, Rogue decided to torch the place. (a/n: the pictures were stick figures)

Loudly masculine voices echoed through the hallways, jolting Rogue out of her madness. The people from the rally (a/n: I know it doesn't sound right….oh shut up!) were returning to their humble abode, probably to speak of such things as burritos and chinchillas.

" Hurry it up. . ." Rogue urged.

John hushed Rogue with a wave of his hand. His forest green eyes glazed over in concentration. It had to come out just right or else the beauty may be marred with imperfection.

Rogue tapped her foot lightly against the carpet, her patience running thin. How hard was it to light the carpet on fire? Besides, the men's voices seemed to get closer by each second.

" Oh man, that Cheesy Gordita Crunch cleaned my colon out quicker than one ofthem burritos with extra guacamole sauce. . . " laughed a voice.

" You mean the one's they served at Frank's bridge game?" another one asked, a little closer to them this time.

" Yeah, they should've called them the shit-a-liters 'cause that's what they made me do…"

Rogue's eyes darted around frantically, desperation was calling for her to do something drastic. Quickly, she grabbed John by the back of his shirt and hoisted him up from the floor.

" Hey!. . . " he exclaimed.

" Sorry Johnny. . . Ah'll explain later. . "

Taking her hand, she pushed John into the middle of the hallway; directly in front of the men. John stood frozen in front of them, his forest green eyes wide in terror.

" Uh. . . Hi? . . . " he stuttered out.

The men, who were a little slow on the uptake, stared back at him.

" Hello." they answered in unison.

They continued to stare at each other for several minutes before one of the men realized what was going on.

" Hey you're a filthy mutie!"

John, unable to find a comeback, merely nodded his head in agreement.

" Yes. . . Yes I do believe I am. . "

Rogue snickered from around the corner. What was so intimidating about this group, she would never know. . They were dumber than owl shit.

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(present time o' mystery)

They had told her to find him. She did. She found him alright.

He was dead.

He had used his bed sheets to tie to the ceiling fan and wrapped them around his neck. He hung himself.

Now they didn't have a clue to where find that damned Todedia.

And it was all her fault.

Lifting her pale hand in front of her face, she felt as the flickering of her powers began to regress back into her body.

" Damn…"

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" John.."

" BURN! BURN!"

" John?…"

Rogue sighed lightly as she sat down upon the couch located in the Friends of Humanity's living room. John had been on a burning spree for the last half hour.

Of course it had been fun at first, well at least until he nearly burned off her hair. Then he had to die. He made up for it by lighting the leader's ass on fire when he had fallen over.

" John? . . . "

" BURRRRRNNNNN! MY BEAUTIFUL!"

Rogue let out a small chuckle.

' Well this day has turned out to be interesting at the least…'

Pulling out a small white piece of paper from her pocket. She marked off a word from the list.

" Sadism, check…"

Shoving the paper back into her pocket, she turned on her heel and headed out of the building.

" Ya can find me at the park when ya'll are done alright Johnny!"

Her only response was a maniacal laugh involving several shrieks of the innocent. Smiling to herself, she started her perilous walk down the street. (a/n: streets are dangerous y' know… all those holes and animals flying around them)

" Oh how fun this was. . " she thought to herself.

Okay that was a weird chapter. . .But hey, at least I updated. Love me for it and gain nachos.

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