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The tall African woman named 'Ro watched her southern friend pace the length of the Blackbird repeatedly, her features scrunched with anxiety.
"Nevah should'a left him...so stupid.....should'a taken him with maih...."
She sighed and looked at 'Ro apologetically.
"Ah'm sorry, Ro'...do y' think ah could...."
'Ro smiled with sympathy.
"Of course, child. I shall accompany you."
Rogue floated to the cockpit, stopping right beside the team's 'one-eyed' leader.
"Scott, take down th' ramp, shugah. Me n' 'Ro is goin' fer a lil flight."
Scott, who had been briefed on the situation, nodded without hesitation.
"Of course, Rogue. We'll meet you there ASAP."
Rogue smiled sadly at the stoic man codenamed Cyclops, the butt of many cruel jokes by other members of the team, Logan included.
"Thanks, Scott. Yer a real sweetheaht an a good leadah, no mattah what Logan says."
Scott looked a little embarrassed, and waved her off with his hand and a grin.
She turned back to 'Ro, whose eyes had already transformed from ice blue to solid white.
"Let's go, shugah."
The ramp began to open, allowing the two wind-riding X-women to become airborne.
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Rogue breathed a sigh of relief as she sliced through the crisp evening air.
Back in the jet, she had begun to feel claustrophobic, the walls closing in on her, the clock constantly ticking time away.
Out here, in the skies, she felt freedom.
She smiled as a light breeze combed through her chin-length bob of hair, making the white bangs flutter around her face.
Slightly behind her the weather witch was soaring through the air, stretching her body out like a cat's as the weather mingled with her body.
Rogue gazed down at the land far below her, watching the clouds pass by.
The fluffy pillows where pierced by the occasional tip of a skyscraper, and in some places she could see to the world such a long way down.
Little ribbons of charcoal---highways. Boxes within a blur of gray---the city. And away from that, rolling patches of bright green, darkened by the night sky.
"Tell me about your new son, child!"
Rogue glanced to her side to see the white-clad goddess of the elements that rode the wind beside her.
"Oh, 'Ro, he's so perfect. The sweetest thang you'd evah seen!"
'Ro smiled.
"He's got mah hair," Rogue continued, a picture of her son flashing up in her mind. "An' Logan's eyes. His nose is kinda a mix, ah guess."
'Ro laughed softly.
"He sounds wonderful, child. And of his temperament?"
Rogue sighed happily.
"Ah didn't get nearly enough taime with him yet. He is amazing! He's so smaht. 'Ro, he can speak!"
'Ro gasped.
"But he is so young!" She cried.
"Ah know," Rogue said, shaking her head with a grin.
"Dunno where he gets that from. Ah ain't that smaht, an don't tell Logan, but he ain't no Einstein eitha."
Her grin straightened as she remembered that Logan lay back in the jet , hanging onto life by a thread.
"Oh, 'Ro," She sighed.
"What if he don't make it?"
A warm breeze left 'Ro's fingertips to comfort her friend.
"Child, you must not think like that. It will not help him."
Rogue blew a tendril of white out of her face.
"Ah guess yer raight, 'Ro....ah should concentrate on th' tahsk at hand."
She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze of the pleasantly crisp evening wash through her, carrying away doubts and worries and leaving only strength and confidence.
"We have arrived, child. The mansion is just down there."
Rogue looked down at the mansion that looked so far away from her viewpoint.
"Let's go kick some butt, shugah."
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Rogue landed in front of the grand entrance of the mansion, her heart fluttering in her chest as she took in the scene of ghastly destruction.
The heavy, intricately carved wooden double-doors were busted in, the glass that once sat in the panels lying in shards on the carpeted floor.
There were small tears in the thick Persian rug, as though caused by claws of some sort that had scampered out in a great hurry.
"Mai gawd," She whispered.
Taking a deep breath, she rose into the air again and shot through the doorway, fists out and her face a mask of pure rage as she made her way to the med lab where she had left her son with Forest.
Finally she reached the elevator, punching in her code and yelling instructions to the automated voice, cold sweat running down her back as the doors closed and the elevator descended.
She bolted out of the steel transport, for the first time not bothering to say anything back to the elevator, as was her tradition.
In moments, she reached the battered med lab doors and peeped in.
She was stunned.
The carts, once so organized and sterile, lay scattered about the room, their implements and medicines shattered on the floor.
The exam tables had large rips; some of them had been uprooted from the ground and smashed into the immaculate walls.
To top it all off, a massive tangle of vines covered almost every square inch in her sight.
"F-Forest?" She ventured, pushing a thick vine out of her way and stepping into the chaotic room.
A sobbing sound drew her attention to a particular corner of the dilapidated room, and after searching it with her eyes, she finally spotted Forest's outline.
"Forest! There y' ahr, shugah! What in th' heck happened heah?"
She stopped as she saw Forest's empty arms, her heart pounding.
"Wheah's Ryan?" She asked, her eyes searching wildly around the room.
"Mmmhmmmmhmmm." The bent over figure murmured.
"What was that, shugah?"
Forest raised her head and looked at Rogue, tears streaming wet paths down her face.
"He....got him.....Rogue....I'm so, so, sorry.....I couldn't protect him...."
Rogue's heart raced.
"Who got who, shugah?" She asked, not wanting to believe it.
Forest let out another sob.
"S-sabertooth....he....got Ryan.....he * took * him.....ohhhhhh, Rogue, I tried, but he took.....him anyways....."
Rogue's heart stood still.
{ to be continued in The Never Ending Story #3: Beautiful Blue.look for it coming soon! }
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Author's notes & thanks:
Hey y'all !
I'm having a great time writing this series...I got a great plot planned for #3!
I'll have some of that up in no time so don't worry---no end in sight yet!!
Thanks to all who left reviews, too many to name personally, but keep them coming, they inspire me to work harder !
Big thanks to my Sista Annie ^-^
~Rogue~
The tall African woman named 'Ro watched her southern friend pace the length of the Blackbird repeatedly, her features scrunched with anxiety.
"Nevah should'a left him...so stupid.....should'a taken him with maih...."
She sighed and looked at 'Ro apologetically.
"Ah'm sorry, Ro'...do y' think ah could...."
'Ro smiled with sympathy.
"Of course, child. I shall accompany you."
Rogue floated to the cockpit, stopping right beside the team's 'one-eyed' leader.
"Scott, take down th' ramp, shugah. Me n' 'Ro is goin' fer a lil flight."
Scott, who had been briefed on the situation, nodded without hesitation.
"Of course, Rogue. We'll meet you there ASAP."
Rogue smiled sadly at the stoic man codenamed Cyclops, the butt of many cruel jokes by other members of the team, Logan included.
"Thanks, Scott. Yer a real sweetheaht an a good leadah, no mattah what Logan says."
Scott looked a little embarrassed, and waved her off with his hand and a grin.
She turned back to 'Ro, whose eyes had already transformed from ice blue to solid white.
"Let's go, shugah."
The ramp began to open, allowing the two wind-riding X-women to become airborne.
+ + + + +
Rogue breathed a sigh of relief as she sliced through the crisp evening air.
Back in the jet, she had begun to feel claustrophobic, the walls closing in on her, the clock constantly ticking time away.
Out here, in the skies, she felt freedom.
She smiled as a light breeze combed through her chin-length bob of hair, making the white bangs flutter around her face.
Slightly behind her the weather witch was soaring through the air, stretching her body out like a cat's as the weather mingled with her body.
Rogue gazed down at the land far below her, watching the clouds pass by.
The fluffy pillows where pierced by the occasional tip of a skyscraper, and in some places she could see to the world such a long way down.
Little ribbons of charcoal---highways. Boxes within a blur of gray---the city. And away from that, rolling patches of bright green, darkened by the night sky.
"Tell me about your new son, child!"
Rogue glanced to her side to see the white-clad goddess of the elements that rode the wind beside her.
"Oh, 'Ro, he's so perfect. The sweetest thang you'd evah seen!"
'Ro smiled.
"He's got mah hair," Rogue continued, a picture of her son flashing up in her mind. "An' Logan's eyes. His nose is kinda a mix, ah guess."
'Ro laughed softly.
"He sounds wonderful, child. And of his temperament?"
Rogue sighed happily.
"Ah didn't get nearly enough taime with him yet. He is amazing! He's so smaht. 'Ro, he can speak!"
'Ro gasped.
"But he is so young!" She cried.
"Ah know," Rogue said, shaking her head with a grin.
"Dunno where he gets that from. Ah ain't that smaht, an don't tell Logan, but he ain't no Einstein eitha."
Her grin straightened as she remembered that Logan lay back in the jet , hanging onto life by a thread.
"Oh, 'Ro," She sighed.
"What if he don't make it?"
A warm breeze left 'Ro's fingertips to comfort her friend.
"Child, you must not think like that. It will not help him."
Rogue blew a tendril of white out of her face.
"Ah guess yer raight, 'Ro....ah should concentrate on th' tahsk at hand."
She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze of the pleasantly crisp evening wash through her, carrying away doubts and worries and leaving only strength and confidence.
"We have arrived, child. The mansion is just down there."
Rogue looked down at the mansion that looked so far away from her viewpoint.
"Let's go kick some butt, shugah."
+ + + + +
Rogue landed in front of the grand entrance of the mansion, her heart fluttering in her chest as she took in the scene of ghastly destruction.
The heavy, intricately carved wooden double-doors were busted in, the glass that once sat in the panels lying in shards on the carpeted floor.
There were small tears in the thick Persian rug, as though caused by claws of some sort that had scampered out in a great hurry.
"Mai gawd," She whispered.
Taking a deep breath, she rose into the air again and shot through the doorway, fists out and her face a mask of pure rage as she made her way to the med lab where she had left her son with Forest.
Finally she reached the elevator, punching in her code and yelling instructions to the automated voice, cold sweat running down her back as the doors closed and the elevator descended.
She bolted out of the steel transport, for the first time not bothering to say anything back to the elevator, as was her tradition.
In moments, she reached the battered med lab doors and peeped in.
She was stunned.
The carts, once so organized and sterile, lay scattered about the room, their implements and medicines shattered on the floor.
The exam tables had large rips; some of them had been uprooted from the ground and smashed into the immaculate walls.
To top it all off, a massive tangle of vines covered almost every square inch in her sight.
"F-Forest?" She ventured, pushing a thick vine out of her way and stepping into the chaotic room.
A sobbing sound drew her attention to a particular corner of the dilapidated room, and after searching it with her eyes, she finally spotted Forest's outline.
"Forest! There y' ahr, shugah! What in th' heck happened heah?"
She stopped as she saw Forest's empty arms, her heart pounding.
"Wheah's Ryan?" She asked, her eyes searching wildly around the room.
"Mmmhmmmmhmmm." The bent over figure murmured.
"What was that, shugah?"
Forest raised her head and looked at Rogue, tears streaming wet paths down her face.
"He....got him.....Rogue....I'm so, so, sorry.....I couldn't protect him...."
Rogue's heart raced.
"Who got who, shugah?" She asked, not wanting to believe it.
Forest let out another sob.
"S-sabertooth....he....got Ryan.....he * took * him.....ohhhhhh, Rogue, I tried, but he took.....him anyways....."
Rogue's heart stood still.
{ to be continued in The Never Ending Story #3: Beautiful Blue.look for it coming soon! }
+ + + + +
Author's notes & thanks:
Hey y'all !
I'm having a great time writing this series...I got a great plot planned for #3!
I'll have some of that up in no time so don't worry---no end in sight yet!!
Thanks to all who left reviews, too many to name personally, but keep them coming, they inspire me to work harder !
Big thanks to my Sista Annie ^-^
~Rogue~