Chapter 2
By Dark Xen
AN: I'm bored so I decided to update this with chapter one. So sue me… no don't do that. Well, review PLEASE. I feel so lonely and dejected over here… sob
"NEWTYPE!" Jed shouted out loud. That was the word they used. Newtype, as in people with paranormal abilities. Paranormal abilities like psychic and telekinetic. "That's what you meant when you said you were sorry for breaking my radio! You meant that you made it so the radio wouldn't work and so the announcer would shut up about Ozzies!"
The girl looked at him with a startled face. She clearly was not expecting him to say that. Her face suddenly changed from surprise to alarm. She looked from side to side then up at the building across the street. Jed followed were her eyes glanced at. The streets were wet and few people walked the streets due to the rain. Most hurried past them without a glance. Jed figured the girl had placed some sort of mind-eye barrier around them that made them invisible to an untrained eye. He looked at a couple people that were stationary. One man was in front of the newspaper stand reading the newspaper. Another sat in a car waiting for some one a long time by the looks of the pile of cigarettes on the ground. Then Jed looked up at the building. He did not notice anything unusual. A woman sat with her daughter in the window eating. Nothing unusual about that, Jed thought. Unexpectedly, he noticed something shimmering on the rooftop. Jed squinted his eyes. He thought he saw something or someone there with what looked like a- a gun.
"A sniper rifle is more like it," the girl said scornfully. Jed looked at her in surprise. She stared at him with hard eyes now. "I wish you had not said that out loud…"
"Will- will you kill me now?" Jed asked frightfully. He didn't want to die, not yet at least.
She gave him a small smile. Jed took that as a yes. He knew he would have to except now or die.
"If I choose to help you, will you let me go?" He whispered. Jed figured if that didn't work then he, at least, could make a run for it. He really doubted that he'd get far running though.
The girl shook her head.
Jed looked at her in disbelief. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't you let me go?"
"Either you come with me or you die," she stated, "Those are you choices."
"But- but before you said…"
"I said no such thing," she interrupted. "Plus," she added, "I already gave away to much due to your curious persistence."
Jed just gaped. This can't be happening! He knew she had told him all that information on purpose…
The girl leaned forward whispering. "Do you really want to stay here?" She motioned to his little corner in the ally. "Do you really want to spend your entire life on the streets?" She shook her head. "I'm offering you a chance, Jed. A chance to live you life and not have to steal it from others."
"I- I…" Jed cried into his hands, "I don't want to live like this anymore! I don't! I don't!" He wept tears that had not fallen since he was that seven-year old boy the day his mother died. Memories flooded him like a river. He remembered his mother's laughter as his father told a joke. He remembered his stepfather's happy smile. He remembered how cheerful it used to be before she became sick.
Jed cried. He cried into warm arms. Warm arms that belonged to a caring person. As he trembled all over with tears, words were whispered into his ears and mind. Words which meant wonders to his heart and nothing to his head. Words that filled him meaning to live and never stop hoping. When Jed's sob subsided, his eyes looked up at the face that held him. At first, he thought he saw his mother's face. He rubbed the remaining tears from his eyes and looked up once more.
The serene face of an angel looked down upon him. Her brown eyes were moist, but not red, from light crying. The black umbrella she had carried lay discarded in the middle of the ally. A sound of fluttering pigeons passed by and she lifted her head, staring at nothing.
"When the sky falls," the girl recited softly into the ally, "The angels must come with it…"
Jed blinked his eyes and sat up. "Are… are you an angel?" He thought aloud.
The girl looked at him and gave him a small smile. "If I'm an angel," she told him, "Then the devil is a saint."
Before Jed could contradict her statement, laughter erupted from behind her. Looking past her, Jed came to see the man that had been in the car leaning against it and laughing. The rain had come to a light drizzle and he had decided to take his smoking outside of the car. Jed had figured sooner or later that man would have, considering the fumes of smoke would have killed him if he had stayed any longer.
"You think that's funny, Thomas?" the girl hissed as she shot the man called Thomas a death glare. He stopped his laughter immediately and stared at her solemn faced.
"Sorry, ma'am," the man retorted but laughter was still in his eyes. "But you have to admit, ma'am," he added, "That the comparison is damn funny."
The girl's glare fell away as she stood up. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?" she said as a light grin appeared on the man's face. "And," she added absent mindedly, "I could compare it to others as well, no?" Thomas's grin seemed to shy away a bit at that comment. "I mean- Hell! - If what Treize said a couple of months ago about God understanding the 'steps' the were taking were true, then the devil might as well be a saint!" The girl shouted out those last words with more venom than any snake Jed knew had.
The man's grin was completely gone now. He just stared at her with an understanding silence. Thomas picked up a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and proceeded to smoke.
Jed was completely lost. He had no idea of who and what they were talking about. Then it hit him. The Treize they were talking about was the Treize, as in Treize Kushrenada. The founder and head of the Oz Specials. A confidant of the Romefeller Foundation. A very rich man. Jed had heard of him through his radio and very much disliked him. It seemed that every time Treize spoke he used well stated words to cover up the lies and treacheries. Treize acts like a saint in public, but there are many wolves in sheepskin now a day, thought Jed grimly.
Thomas glanced at him and chuckled. "It seems that someone thinks the way you do, Skye."
Skye? Was that her name? Jed looked at the back of the girl's head. She no longer stood tense from her little speech but she wasn't exactly relaxed either. Her head was turned toward the newspaper stand, and Thomas just grinned ruefully at him. Personally, Jed did not like the guy and thought him a weirdo. Of course, that was his opinion, and usually his opinion didn't count.
"Hey, Skye," Thomas called. Skye turned her head to him. "The kid in?" He gestured toward Jed.
"He's in," she replied. Jed was about to retort that he had not said he would except but caught himself short. He had in a way accepted. He had accepted he hated the way he lived, and doing so he had accepted into helping Skye. Jed stood up. He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled. Already he felt better.
AN: What's with the gun on the roof? What's with this weird guy Thomas? And is the girl's name Skye? Find out in the next chapter of The Rogue… Yes I do like doing that. Well, please review. Thanx
By Dark Xen
AN: I'm bored so I decided to update this with chapter one. So sue me… no don't do that. Well, review PLEASE. I feel so lonely and dejected over here… sob
"NEWTYPE!" Jed shouted out loud. That was the word they used. Newtype, as in people with paranormal abilities. Paranormal abilities like psychic and telekinetic. "That's what you meant when you said you were sorry for breaking my radio! You meant that you made it so the radio wouldn't work and so the announcer would shut up about Ozzies!"
The girl looked at him with a startled face. She clearly was not expecting him to say that. Her face suddenly changed from surprise to alarm. She looked from side to side then up at the building across the street. Jed followed were her eyes glanced at. The streets were wet and few people walked the streets due to the rain. Most hurried past them without a glance. Jed figured the girl had placed some sort of mind-eye barrier around them that made them invisible to an untrained eye. He looked at a couple people that were stationary. One man was in front of the newspaper stand reading the newspaper. Another sat in a car waiting for some one a long time by the looks of the pile of cigarettes on the ground. Then Jed looked up at the building. He did not notice anything unusual. A woman sat with her daughter in the window eating. Nothing unusual about that, Jed thought. Unexpectedly, he noticed something shimmering on the rooftop. Jed squinted his eyes. He thought he saw something or someone there with what looked like a- a gun.
"A sniper rifle is more like it," the girl said scornfully. Jed looked at her in surprise. She stared at him with hard eyes now. "I wish you had not said that out loud…"
"Will- will you kill me now?" Jed asked frightfully. He didn't want to die, not yet at least.
She gave him a small smile. Jed took that as a yes. He knew he would have to except now or die.
"If I choose to help you, will you let me go?" He whispered. Jed figured if that didn't work then he, at least, could make a run for it. He really doubted that he'd get far running though.
The girl shook her head.
Jed looked at her in disbelief. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't you let me go?"
"Either you come with me or you die," she stated, "Those are you choices."
"But- but before you said…"
"I said no such thing," she interrupted. "Plus," she added, "I already gave away to much due to your curious persistence."
Jed just gaped. This can't be happening! He knew she had told him all that information on purpose…
The girl leaned forward whispering. "Do you really want to stay here?" She motioned to his little corner in the ally. "Do you really want to spend your entire life on the streets?" She shook her head. "I'm offering you a chance, Jed. A chance to live you life and not have to steal it from others."
"I- I…" Jed cried into his hands, "I don't want to live like this anymore! I don't! I don't!" He wept tears that had not fallen since he was that seven-year old boy the day his mother died. Memories flooded him like a river. He remembered his mother's laughter as his father told a joke. He remembered his stepfather's happy smile. He remembered how cheerful it used to be before she became sick.
Jed cried. He cried into warm arms. Warm arms that belonged to a caring person. As he trembled all over with tears, words were whispered into his ears and mind. Words which meant wonders to his heart and nothing to his head. Words that filled him meaning to live and never stop hoping. When Jed's sob subsided, his eyes looked up at the face that held him. At first, he thought he saw his mother's face. He rubbed the remaining tears from his eyes and looked up once more.
The serene face of an angel looked down upon him. Her brown eyes were moist, but not red, from light crying. The black umbrella she had carried lay discarded in the middle of the ally. A sound of fluttering pigeons passed by and she lifted her head, staring at nothing.
"When the sky falls," the girl recited softly into the ally, "The angels must come with it…"
Jed blinked his eyes and sat up. "Are… are you an angel?" He thought aloud.
The girl looked at him and gave him a small smile. "If I'm an angel," she told him, "Then the devil is a saint."
Before Jed could contradict her statement, laughter erupted from behind her. Looking past her, Jed came to see the man that had been in the car leaning against it and laughing. The rain had come to a light drizzle and he had decided to take his smoking outside of the car. Jed had figured sooner or later that man would have, considering the fumes of smoke would have killed him if he had stayed any longer.
"You think that's funny, Thomas?" the girl hissed as she shot the man called Thomas a death glare. He stopped his laughter immediately and stared at her solemn faced.
"Sorry, ma'am," the man retorted but laughter was still in his eyes. "But you have to admit, ma'am," he added, "That the comparison is damn funny."
The girl's glare fell away as she stood up. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?" she said as a light grin appeared on the man's face. "And," she added absent mindedly, "I could compare it to others as well, no?" Thomas's grin seemed to shy away a bit at that comment. "I mean- Hell! - If what Treize said a couple of months ago about God understanding the 'steps' the were taking were true, then the devil might as well be a saint!" The girl shouted out those last words with more venom than any snake Jed knew had.
The man's grin was completely gone now. He just stared at her with an understanding silence. Thomas picked up a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and proceeded to smoke.
Jed was completely lost. He had no idea of who and what they were talking about. Then it hit him. The Treize they were talking about was the Treize, as in Treize Kushrenada. The founder and head of the Oz Specials. A confidant of the Romefeller Foundation. A very rich man. Jed had heard of him through his radio and very much disliked him. It seemed that every time Treize spoke he used well stated words to cover up the lies and treacheries. Treize acts like a saint in public, but there are many wolves in sheepskin now a day, thought Jed grimly.
Thomas glanced at him and chuckled. "It seems that someone thinks the way you do, Skye."
Skye? Was that her name? Jed looked at the back of the girl's head. She no longer stood tense from her little speech but she wasn't exactly relaxed either. Her head was turned toward the newspaper stand, and Thomas just grinned ruefully at him. Personally, Jed did not like the guy and thought him a weirdo. Of course, that was his opinion, and usually his opinion didn't count.
"Hey, Skye," Thomas called. Skye turned her head to him. "The kid in?" He gestured toward Jed.
"He's in," she replied. Jed was about to retort that he had not said he would except but caught himself short. He had in a way accepted. He had accepted he hated the way he lived, and doing so he had accepted into helping Skye. Jed stood up. He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled. Already he felt better.
AN: What's with the gun on the roof? What's with this weird guy Thomas? And is the girl's name Skye? Find out in the next chapter of The Rogue… Yes I do like doing that. Well, please review. Thanx
