Chapter 3: The Struggle
After the trembling earthquake, the raw lightning bolt, and the painful scream, only one thing remained. Silence. Everything around them had become still and quiet, even their own bodies. Either one of them had dared to move after hearing a girl's cry, however, curious thoughts began to line up one after another as they waited in the park. Their hearts were silenced, afraid of moving and becoming the next victim.
Kurt slowly opened his eyes, seeing trash scattered even more throughout the park, slides had finally caved inward, trees had fallen over, etc. The blue boy began to wonder who was screaming, but his brain couldn't think because of the girl that was holding him. "Kurt," Kitty growled her shaken voice, "Get off of me!" Kurt hadn't reasoned through all the unknown excitement that he had jumped into Kitty's arm for protection. With a nervous laugh, he scratched his blue hair.
"Sorry Kitty, I just I got scared."
"Well, can you please get off of me or so help me, I will make you—" Before Kitty could even finished, Kurt teleported both of them away from the park. The next thing Kurt sees is a body of water. Their screams were heard as they fell down into the Pacific Ocean. "Kurt!" Kitty screamed as she held onto him.
"Hold on, I've g—" Again, he teleported both of them out of the water before either of one of them had fallen into it, yet, they returned against the hard bricked floor, their faces implanted the cold ground. Hearts beating in both of their chests, either one of them wished to speak for they were out of breath. Kurt turned over, his yellow eyes staring up at the dark sky. "Wh-where'd… Where'd all the stars go?"
Thunder rolled its roaring battle cry through the night sky as hail dropped rains welcomed them. The bitter cold draw shivers down Kurt's body, but something else eager his attention. Feet danced in the puddles, battle cries running through his ears as his head shifted to his left and saw both the females, fighting. Storm and Mystique, anger fist charging at each other, hands slapped down as the thunder ran down beside them.
Mystique; blue skin color and the boss above the Brotherhood and a servant of Magneto, she is very skilled. Her powers allow her to shape-shift into anything and everything she pleases. Slick back bright boiling red hair touched her shoulders with a soft golden click sitting beside her hairline, in the middle. Her silver eyes did not match her white outfit. From the neck down to her lower body where a long cloth stretched above her ankles. Sleeveless and soft yellow skulls hung a little above her waist. Her body held a dark blue material beneath her white skimpy suit. Her long white gloves wrapped around her upper arm and stretched out. Her hooker white boots were a little higher up her thighs as she throw the back of her hand against Storm's black cheek.
Storm pressed her white glove against her cheek, out of breath and now drenched in her own rain, she asked Mystique a simple question. "So… Why did you do… this?"
Mystique snickered, "I already told you, X-men, it was to save both our butts!"
"No, but what? Who… Who told you to take her out?"
"Don't play games with me, you know who," Mystique paused as she shape shifted into Storm, her whole body changed into her X-men suit. She cleared her voice, the same pitch as Storms, "Magneto. Of all people, I thought you'd have the brains of this operation!" The clone of Storm charged at her, hands out forward, eyes rolled back into nothing but white pupils and a charge began to build in her fingertips. Before Storm could react, a charge of lighting came out of Mystique's white gloves, shooting lightning bolt at her.
Knowing herself, Storm had dodged several lightning bolts, before her hands were up in the air, twisting over and over again above her head. Now, Storm's own eyes were white as she cried out, "That still doesn't give you the right to kill an innocence child!" A tornado blew through the street, causing everything nearby to draw towards the strong wind.
Kurt turned back to Kitty, who hadn't woken up yet, and shook her shoulder. Nothing happened, she was out cold. The boy grabbed her and dragged himself towards the metal poles nearby, only a few yards away from the dead girl's body. "Jeez, you need to lose some pounds." He uttered to himself as he dragged his teammate along. Nightcraweler's eyes glanced back at the fight, seeing that Mystique, Clone of Storm, doing the same thing. Two large bodies of winds against each other, colliding, sent both girls falling back. Storm caught herself in midair, floating and watched Mystique fall into several deserted dusty boxes. "Woo hoo, go Storm!"
Storm glanced down, seeing Kurt and Kitty, she slowly glided downward, her arms extended outward. Once her feet touched the ground, her arms were touching Kitty, "Is she okay?"
"I think so," Kurt replied, unsure of himself, "She might feel a few bruises in the morning, but other than that, she's still breathing." He paused, glancing back up at Storm, then outward. The street looked worse than it was before they both had entered, and the girl, the dead one, was slowly getting thinner. "Who's dat?" His slang words came out of his blue lips, "Is that—"
"Yes, I am afraid she's dead."
Groans escaped the fallen clone Storm, quickly turning back into herself and Lance finally woke up from dreamland, holding his head. Both of them held spots of their bodies that seemed to draw them pain. "Now you finally wake up when I needed you the most! You worthless, boy!" Mystique shouted at Lance as she rose up from the empty rusty carts and dizzy-like, she began to return to the battle field alone beside her teammate, Avalanche. "I'm not done with you!" Her silver eyes turned back to Storm, who was back to normal. Storm glanced up, her black eyes locked with Mystique's for just a second then back at Kurt.
"Right," Kurt nodded his head, knowing Storm would need him for this fight.
"Tell me this," Storm started up as both her and Kurt rose up to their feet and headed to the fight, arms on both sides. Storm stayed on the left side as Kurt shifted over to the right, now facing their equal match. Lance did the same, going over towards his left, facing Kurt and Mystique was facing Storm, "Why would this girl be such a problem for all of us, if she's worth killing for?"
Mystique laughed, "She isn't supposed to be here. She not even from this time, she's from the future, our future that is to come. Just by being here rips time and space continuity and destroying the vortex of time. I know it's a lot to take in, but trust me, she's better off dead than alive." A sinister grin lifted onto her face. "Are you ready for this?" Both teams began to charge at each other, battle cries already echoing through the streets when Mystique noticed something in the corner of her eye. "What?" Her blue head had turned around to see something in the distances. SMACK. A fist had attack her cheek, making the blue girl falling to the ground as water came out of her lips.
"Take that!" Storm uttered as she waited for Mystique to get back up.
The boys beside Storm kept fighting, hand to hand combat was the best kind. Both were growling at each other's face, hands holding the others hands and both boys tried to kick each other, however it didn't work. Mystique slowly rose her head off of the ground, moaning of the pain that throbbed behind her head. "You will pay for that one, mark my words." Before Storm could even reply, Mystique had bolted to her feet, her nails extended outward as she charged for Storm.
"Wait, stop!" A voice had called high above the battle below. Storm noticed that the rain had stopped, but how? She was the one who could control weather. Then what happened to all that rain. "Now are thou gonna listen to me, or dae i hae to kill all of ya for kill me, especially thou mystique! Of all people, if thou really want me brown bread, next time shufty at the details."
"Come on, Jean! Answer your com!" Scott Summers, or the X-men call him: Cyclops. Scott and Rogue kept running, not because they were in danger. They heard the earthquake even though it didn't shake their area. They heard the lightning bolt striking down and they heard the mysterious cry that kept echoing in his ears. Scott thought it was Jean. It had to be Jean. "How am I supposed to find her when all I can do is shoot laser beams through my eyeball sockets?" Anger filled his heart, drowning the love for Jean into bitterness hatred towards himself.
"Scott, lis-" Rogue tried to comforting him.
"No, you listen! You never help any of us. In fact, I don't even know why you still come here." Scott had stopped running, his long one stretched sunglass eye glanced at Rogue, who stopped ahead of him. "It's always about yourself. Have you ever stopped and cared about one of us? Tell me Rogue! Who in the X-men do you care about?" His voice screamed a new octave as he crossed his arm over his chest.
Rogue didn't know what to say. She hardly cares about anyone in the group, but for some reason, she always saves them, like for example, Evan. He almost killed himself this afternoon, but Rogue stopped it. She did care about the X-men, and cared a little more about Scott. Her face flamed upward in a bright red royal color as she extended her short yellow gloves outward. "Listen, we don't have time for this. Take my hand and I promise you that we'll find Jean." The white streaks girl promised, even if it tasted sour in her mouth. "Just take my hand."
At first, Scott couldn't, he wouldn't even dare to touch her, however, something seemed different about Rogue. She seemed a little more open, especially when it came to touch. Biting his lower lip, he slowly extended his right outward, fingers all spread apart as he touched her gloved hand. Scott thought by touching her, he'd lose his powers, gone unconscious, and get sucked dried by her powers. However, nothing happened. Rogue slowly rose up in the air with Jean's powers, telekinesis, to gliding them upward to the air. Why she needed to hold hands with Scott when she could lift him up? It was an unbreakable bond thing. She needed him to trust her, no matter what situation she was in, he'd help.
Spark struggled to stand as he laid in the rumble. Cuts from Evan's spikes seemed to scratch his body and clothes. Slowly lifting his upper body, his head felt like a bowling ball, his brown eyes glanced over his weak body, seeing Spyke on the ground as well. His teeth gritted together as he forced himself up, his body shaking. I don't have a lot of energy left, I'm surprised I've made it this far. His thoughts ran on as he got on his feet. His body cried in pain, but he could care less. The only thing on his mind was to locate Isis and protect her. He has done that for three years, and he'll keep doing it until the day he died. As one foot tumbled in front of his other, hands swaging away like a drunk fool, Spark wasn't going to kill Spyke. No, he wasn't that stupid. "Stupid kid, I warned him." He uttered as he returned to his battle field.
Something tingled in his body as a red-haired girl entered, two hands extended outward as she pulled Spark around. With her powers, she tossed him through an abandon building. His body breaks through the glass, crying in pain, but felt a strong tug in his body as he was chunked towards the other side of the street. This is what you get! How dare you mess with the X-men! Jean Grey screamed into Spark's thoughts. Yes, Jean Grey has a second power: telepathic. The Indian looking boy kept enduring the pain of glass seeping through his skin.
"J-Jean," Spark cried out, his short black streak Mohawk now ruined as it fell forward, his right arm extended outward, "Stop this!"
"Why should I trust you—" The red haired folded her fingertips into her palms and pulled her elbows back behind her body. Spark had no choice and was dragged towards her. Something was different about Jean, a soft spark in her eyes that wasn't there before, "—when you attack my teammates? How I am I supposed to know you are the good guys?"
"You're not supposed to." His words struggled to come out his lips. Yes, his body was becoming weary now. How much longer will he have to endure this before he'd see Isis' face again? But, the question is, how can we trust you, Jean Grey? He replied to Jean's telepathic message, knowing she'd be listening.
"Why you—"
A quick gust of wind blew in, knocking Jean against a brick building and it released the grip around Spark, who caught himself before his body fell against the ground. A sinister laughter hung in the air, awaking Spyke from his sleep. Both boys, Spyke and Spark, groaning as they got back up on their feet, however, they quickly pushed back against the ground by a fast moving object. Spyke extended spikes along the hairline of his right arm, "Quicksilver," He growled, his black eyes glancing back and forth, searching of his rival. "Show yourself!"
"Boo." The mysterious, light-on his feet boy named Quicksilver appeared behind Spyke, pushing him to the ground before rushing over to Spark, his black eyes entwine with the unusual foreign. "I thought you'd be different. You kinda seem… weak. Oh well, I guess that's what I get for believe my father." His words sprung out like a chatty teenager. With a shrug of his shoulder, he disappeared again, only returning in the middle, between Spark and Spyke.
Quicksilver; Son of Magneto, and a part of the Brotherhood, he tends to move…quickly. His gift is superhuman speed. He has short sexy white slick back hair, a perfect charming face. His Brotherhood suit is combined with silver and a deep turquoise color. He has a silver breast plate with protective silver shoulder pads. Beneath that lines his tight dark turquoise and down his torso to his inner thighs lies a different turquoise color, giving it an odd color. His tight come down to his knuckles and to his protected silver boots. They are actually style and cover his kneecap. He's also skinny, yet has the right muscle figures. Also, Evan is his biggest rival out of all the X-men.
Snobby and enriched of taking down Evan, Pietro – AKA Quicksilver – he sighed before extended his right hand up to his lips. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he whistled loudly, causing Jean to slowly gain concise again. The ground began to shake beneath their feet. Spark knew what was coming and battling it wasn't going to be easy. To be honest, Spark saw the oversized body coming towards him, however his sight became blurry. No… I can't. I can't give up. I am sorry, Isis. Those were Spark's last thoughts before his eyelids shut and his body slammed against the stoned ground.
Isis, beautiful yet fifthly girl held her right hand in a shape of a gun while the other hand was up above her body. Water gathered towards her left hand and disappeared as it touched her fingertips. "Didn't you see what was missing?" The British girl stood on a second store building, waiting for one to strike. No one could answer her. "Really? Not one of you could see what was missing? Jeez. You Americans are slower than I thought. Well, I am missing a mole on my lower left chin. See? Of course you can't, I'm too freakin' far away. Oh well... What else was I gonna say?" She paused, not really sure what to do now. Her body was being recharged by the water that began to flow through her body. "Oh that's right, leave Brotherhood. You have no chance at beating the X-men. So why don't you go home and run to your daddy's and mummy's? You're wasting your time and mine as well."
Mystique growled before pushed Storm off of her, "Prove it. If you're powerful as you say, then do something about it." Lance followed his leader, slowly releasing his fingers around Kurt's three fingers and hid behind Mystique.
"I don't think you're much of a challenge. It doesn't matter now does it?" The girl sighed before moving her right thumb down and releasing an ultra-blast of water towards the blue lady and Lance. Mystique's eyes widen before she had transformed into a black raven, however, some of the water reached her, causing the black raven to fall against the stoned street. Poor Lance, he attempted to run, but the blast had caused him to be pushed back all the way into the Pacific Ocean. He had cried out for help but Storm and Kurt had disappeared. No one could help him now.
A soft smoky cloud appeared beside Isis, revealing Kurt and Storm with surprised expressions against their faces. "Wow, you are gifted…?"
Isis chuckled, letting her arms down to her side. She knew the clouds had disappeared and so did the Brotherhood. The first time in a long time, she was safe. "Codename: Isis. It's a pleasure finally meeting Ororo: Storm, and Kurt: Nightcrawler. I've heard so much about you." Happiness had sprung through Isis's heart, however her smile had turned into a frown, "Oh no…" Her blond hair whipped around, her back against the X-men. Her soft turquoise streak revealed itself as it sat beside her neck.
"What's wrong child?"
"It's my friend. I have to go find him."
"Don't worry! Everything should be alright. The other X's are out there fighting looking for you. They'll figure it out, man." Kurt came in, walking closer to her, but Isis shrugged him off.
"You don't understand," Isis uttered under her breath, "Spark is my—"
A large tornado in the distances began to pull them in with its mighty wind.
Everything felt right, Rogue pulled Scott as both of them flew over several empty buildings. This is what they both needed, some happiness. School had been stressing them out, and with this cloudless sky, both of the teenagers were able to see the glittery stars welcoming them. "Wow, it's beautiful out here, even if this town is empty." Scott said with an awning tone of voice.
"Yeah." Rogue replied before something came into her heart. She should tell him how she feels. No, I shouldn't. She knew deep down in her heart that Scott was crazy for Jean. He always has been after her, even when she is dating that jock, Duncane. "Hey Scott," She paused, finding the words to say, "Can I tell you something?"
Curious, the boy faced forward, only seeing the back of her short brown hair whipping through the wind with a few white streaks attacking the brown. "Yeah, you can tell me anything."
Her face fluttered in a light baby pink color, eyes rolling down over her left shoulder. This is it! She needed to say the magic words. "Well I've been needing to say this for a while now and I feel like it's time to tell you." Her southern country accent came rolling in as she dragged each word out. Rogue didn't' want to rush this, whatever this was. With an exhale of her breath, she turned her face around, to meet Scott's face, her gothic eyes gazing into his long beam sunglass, "Scott I—" She couldn't finish with a long sticky tongue attacking her cheek. She shrieked before both of them were falling downward. Both were screaming out as they spiraled down a crammed alley way.
"Rogue," Scott's voice rung through her ears, "Grab my hand." He extended his left yellow X-men glove out, however Rogue couldn't reach. They were only three inches away, and a thin to the bone smelly boy chuckled as he landed on Scott's body.
"Scott!" She cried out as regained Jean's ability to float and with her mind, she grabbed Scott and the gross mutant before both had actually hit the floor. A wave of relief flew through her body knowing that she just saved Scott.
"Oh man!" The smelly boy said, whinny, "I was this close to getting you dead, Summers." He showed him with his fingers of how close to dead meat Scott would have been.
"Toad, get off of me!" Scott yelled as he punched Toad in the face and a wimpy cry escape before the creature fell against the floor. His knees bent before his yellow boots touched the ground, straighten his body as he flicked his right fist over and over due to the pain, "I've always wanted to do that." Rogue landed a few feet away from Scott, her arms crossed as she got closer to Scott.
Toad; also known as Todd, is one of the weakest Brotherhoods. His skin is white as snow, hair is greasy light brown and shaggy. His eyes are white on the inside with a dark red line on the outside. His costume is completely lime green with odd line patterns on the back. He wears a silver turtle dome for his breast plate and back plate with black small shoulder padding. His silver belt is thick and his gloves are metal silver, revealing his ghostly hands. His shoes are brown tip and silver with padding onto of his shoe, color is blackish. Also, the codename, Toad, speaks of itself. He really is a creepy guy, attempting hooking up with women. Worst of all, his rival is Nightcrawler, of all people.
Toad pushed trash off of him as he frown. "Aw man, this swamps." He knew he would be defeated. Two X-men stood before him. His powers weren't the greatest, however, he knew something they didn't. A smile creaked through his ghostly white skin, "Did you think I was gonna give up that easily?"
"Yes." Rogue responded quickly, "You always do."
"Oh… Well, didn't go well to plan." Toad uttered, his slimy hands touching against his greasy light brown hair, his body getting out of the trashcan. "Jeez, you guys don't even think of me as a threat. Do you?"
"You pretty much nailed that one, Toad." Scott said, dry and confidence.
Toad laughed ugly, his head tossed back, his hands holding onto his stomach, however, being stupid as he was, and his head hit the brick wall. "Ow!" His hands moved to the back of his armor, also known as his head. "When did that get here?" He uttered to himself.
A soft earthquake caught both of the X-men off guard, making them stumble with each step forward or back. Toad began to smile, giving Rogue chills down her spine before she glanced over at Scott. They both knew who was coming, Blob. "Hey! Stop picking on Toad, just because he's stupid and weak doesn't give you the right to pick on him." The oversized giant took up the entire whole alley as he kept on walking towards the X-men.
"Jeez thanks Fred, it's nice to know you have my back." Toad's sarcastic voice slipped out, causing him to sigh.
"No problem Toad, that's what friends are for." Blob, or Fred, nodded his tiny blond Mohawk before cracking both of his knuckles slowly. "Now, did Jean put you up to this?"
Scott rose his hands, "You know she didn't Fred, just calm down."
"Calm down? You think I'm gonna calm down because she dumped me for… you and Duncane?" A snicker escaped the angry Blob, "You know what Summers, you can keep your freakishly girlfriend. I don't care anymore!" His fist slammed against the crowded alley, causing a short, yet powerful earthquake, throwing Rogue out of the alley as Scott held on, throwing his solar beam out of his eyes and shot it at the enemy, Blob.
Rogue cried as she fell against the concrete, her body laid there weak. It's been a rough week, training and now this? "Hey Rogue, don't you look…charming?" A familiar voice whispered in her ear as her upper body rose up, seeing nothing in front of her, just figures a little ways. One with red hair and the other with blond hair, It's Jean and Spyke! She knew it was her teammates. "Don't you look so surprised? Hm?"
"Rogue, watch out!" Jean Grey shouted as she slowly rose up on her feet with dust flying upward.
Rogue turned her head, and there he was, Quicksilver, toying with her mind. Words escaped her mouth, however, they weren't heard as Quicksilver spoke, "You look a bit sleepy, here I'll put you at ease." He began to run, faster than Rogue's naked eye could see and before she knew it, she was in a middle of a tornado. Quicksilver's made tornado, by running fast-like, began to move towards Spyke, collecting anything in it's path.
Jean extended both hands outward as she tried to push the tornado away from Spyke, her teammate, however it wasn't even. Again and again, she kept trying, but she wasn't strong enough. Her eyes darted to Spyke and an idea was made. She turned to Spyke and with her powers, she pulled him back before the tornado sucked him up too.
Scott was revealed to the street, well actually, he was kicked in the gut by Blob and guess where he went. You guessed right, the tornado. Scott turned his head around, and found Rogue on a higher level, above his head. "Rogue, hang on!"
"What does it look I'm doing? Ugh, I'm gonna be sick." Rogue tried to hold her stomach.
"You can teleport out, remember?" Scott reminded her, but the idea didn't click for Rogue. She tried to remember taking Kurt's powers, however, she couldn't remember. "Here, take my hand." They were trying this again, hands far apart, how could they reach each other.
"Like that's ever gonna happen!" Quicksilver snickered before ending the tornado, throwing back Scott and Rogue on opposite ends. Scott was caught by Jean's powers, however, Rogue wasn't so lucky. She was thrown into a second-story window. Her body did fall asleep like Quicksilver said, unconscious. Quicksilver glanced around before his partners, Blob and Toad, return to the field. "Oh there you are, I was beginning to wonder if I was the only person alive."
"Ha ha, very funny, Quicksilver." Toad rolled his eyes.
"Oh there he is!" Blob glanced to the right and saw Spark, laying there lifeless. "That's what the boss said, bring me back someone. What about him?"
"I believe they'd like him indeed. Take him Blob, and our job will be done." Quicksilver ordered, "I've got the X-freaks." His hands began to twist clock-like circle, over and over. The speed increased and two small tornados escape and headed towards the X-men in the corner, Jean, Spyke and Scott.
"Jean, are you okay?" Scott asked, shooting his beams out of his eyes, before Jean used her powers to lift the boys, Scott and Spyke up, and herself.
"Yeah, but I don't this is a good time to talk about how we are." Jean replied, trying to deflect the tornados before one of her eyes began to spark. Her powers became stronger with in a flash as she held her friends in the air and pushed the tornado away. How she did it, it didn't matter. Scott was impressed, and so was Quicksilver, however, the tornados were tossed back at him and there he went, flying in his own creation, screaming and feeling sick to his stomach.
Blob; also known as Fred, is the bully of the Brotherhood. He isn't quite smart like some of the other Brotherhood our, however, he is a great fighter. Due to his oversized body, he is able to take down anyone he wants. He wore a ripped jacket, sleeveless and a nice medium green/blue color. He wore a large white tucked in T-shirt under his jacket. His cargo pants matched the same color as his jacket and tucked under his brown shoes. That's all they could find in his sizes. Now, he is crazy for Jean Grey, even the first time he met her, however, Fred had learned that she liked someone else. He had become easily jealous of her and fight against her, because she 'broke' his heart. That's one reason why he didn't join the X-men.
Fred had gone out by the rumble, only a few inches away from Spark's body. With his giant hands and two matching sweatbands, the monster picked up several fallen building parts, almost as big as him. Blob had turned around quickly, and throwing the rock at the X-men, that float in the air. "Get the boy," Fred reminded his partner, Toad, who stood there aimlessly.
"Uh, right." The slimy boy hopped over to Spark, and attempted several times to pick him up. "Boy, you sure our heavy," He uttered to himself, knees shaking as he barely lifted Spark off the ground.
By the time the other X-men team had arrived to aid their friends, the Brotherhood had disappeared with Spark. Jean, Scott, and Spyke were buried under large rocks. Rogue was floating down from the two-story building, holding her neck. "What happened?" Storm asked, but there was no time for questions. They had to help each other. Kurt, who had been carrying Kitty around, passed her along to Isis, where he went and helped the other X-men, by touching someone's shoulder and teleporting all of them out at once. The rumble clasped, leaving dust and awaking the other have of the X-men.
"You guys alright?" Kurt asked, lifting Scott up.
The boy shook his head, trying to remember anything, "Yeah, I guess so. They took the body that was over," He paused, looking back at where he was, and then noticed a strange blond girl only a few feet away from him. "Who's that?"
"Repeat what you just said." Isis spoke, anxious to hear the new once more.
"The Brotherhood took the body—"
"His name was Spark," Jean interrupted, her other arm over Spyke's shoulders. Poor Spyke, he was still out cold. "He told me that before he…"
"Spark, whatever his name is… and took him away. What does it matter to you? You're not a X-men." He uttered, but it was enough for Isis to hear. She bit her lip before tossing Kitty in the air. Scott caught her, about to say something, however Isis had ran past him.
Once Isis got close enough to where Spark body was, she noticed something, something that only he would have left. Rogue, curious, she began to creep up on the stranger. Isis bent down, picking up his brown box com and held her breath. "He was here… And I couldn't save my life to save him." Soft salty tears brushed down her dirty cheeks.
Rogue lingered only a few more steps before she knelt down beside Isis, wanting to pat her back, but only said. "It'll be alright. He isn't gone forever. We'll get him back for you." Those were the few encouraging and comforting words Rogue had ever told anyone in her southern accent. Kindness is a crime for her, but the girl named Isis had something in common with Rogue. They were worried crazy about somebody, even though if they knew it or not.
"No you don't understand… We aren't supposed to be here longer than a day. If fact, by being here, we could change everything." Her eyes glanced up at Rogue and she bit her lip. "For example, you," She paused as raging tears still flooded her face, "You betray everyone! You disgust me, stay away from me murder!" Isis pushed her hand against Rogue's shoulders before she rose up, still screaming, "You are the one who killed my family."
Aruthor Notes: Phew. This chapter took me forever to write. Not only did I had to explain who everyone was, but the fighting scenes seemed to never end. Well, least this one is done right? If you have any advice, tips, question, or ideas, you are welcome to messaged me. But if you are reading this, please write a review. I'd like to know how I am doing, what I can do to improve and strive for better story.