The Gaelic Asylum
Chapter 4: Cooked
Written By: Samurai xXx
A/N: I'm trying on writing rogue. Thanks remysRogue for the tips Also I enjoy review alot.
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AC/DC blared out of the speakers in my stereo. I had most of my stuff overnighted by my cousin. I told him i needed my essentials. He knew what I meant. My .45ACP, engraved with the saying I used all the time at work, and in life, "Suffering is a tense of success, or lack thereof". I never did show myself in it's raw form, when I unleashed my mutant. I glanced out the window, seeing snow.
"Heh, just like home." I smiled, reliving the glories of my past. I thought of when I met Odin the first time, in my unconscious battle with death. I was the son of a Valkrye, no doubt. I was playing with my cousin, and I slipped, and fell onto a saw blade. It tore my jugular into three. I was pronounced dead at the scene by paramedics. I was "dead" for fourteen minutes. My body grew, aged, and Celtic designs appeared on my chest. My mother knew what was happening. I made it to the hospital. I sat up as the door opened. I spent time with Odin, in those fourteen minutes. My body and mind aged exponentially. My neck fixed itself, the Celtic designs marking me as Odin's forever.
"Oh great. I'm reliving my past. I gotta do something. " I yearned. I walked to my phone in the room, and dialed a few numbers.
"Shit. What was the extension?" I glanced at my phone. I hit seven-six-four into my phone.
"Hey Sugah!" Rogue's voice softened mine.
"Just thinking of you." I spoke back.
"PSYCHE! Y' got muh voicemail! Leave a message!"
That tone after that changed my voice.
"I know your there rogue! Pick up the phone!" I said playfully. I laughed heartily and hung the phone up.
'Let me love you boy' come on as I put the phone in it's cradle. I danced a bit. Then I opened my eyes, and say Rogue in my doorway, almost about to laugh. I grinned and danced toward her, and pulled her into my dance groove, no matter her protests. We danced the song away.
"Oh that was TOO fun!" She squealed.
"Madmoiselle, anything can be fun, but you are the main ingredient for it." I quipped back.
"Yuh gonna make me blush!" She started to turn a pink.
Dinner's Ready! Jean chimed in our head.