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Never felt so low (a closer look on Rahne)
Chapter seventeen-They hate me
By The Opal Jade
The night is as always cold. It makes me remember the cold winters up on mountain tops. Those mountains were not my native land. But maybe they were. I don t know.
I just suspect that I was born cheyene.
Long story.
But The White Wolf tribe raised me. They were not cheyene. I was. Maybe.
I remember the coguars and the bears. I wish that I could transform into one. A coguar.
It would give me more power, more power than I have now as a wolf or an owl.
Remy s out on patrol in the other part of town. Along with Jean and Psylock.
I m jelaous. Can t help that.
I keep hearing about this Rogue character. She used to be here and she survived the atack just like the rest of us. I m being told over and over again how Remy loved her and how she is cooming to master her fantastic power. Now she can feel human touch on herself.
And I can t help it but dread when will the day come that she comes back here or Remy goes way overthere. It s something that should just be. And I am the one who s stealing the time.
The stars tell a special story. They tell a story how we all are the same in the eyes of the watcher. The watcher is the being that is always here, always watching and always taking a care about the rest of us.
I love it when I am alone with him, when we don t have to hide. Then I can have him without any introusion. Without Spyke trying to be my friend or Kitty just fooling around, without Hipnotia telling me how he was into that Rogue, I think I ve seen her once even. She was a beauty. But I am more beautiful than her.
Remy told me himself.
I love it when we are alone. When there is no Psylock to look at me like I don t belong here with my indian ways and without that student of hers, Craft who saved Kitty and Rogue, she loves them and I can feel how she can t stand me.
The same goes for that friend of hers, Domino.
Only Jonathan is talking to me like with a normal being. But Craft has her eye set on him.
The white wolf sets no measure for the prey that he must catch and kill. It is up to him to save his life, up to him not to starve to death.
Like Hipnotia once told me:
«Don t expect help from me. You got your ass into this shit.»
It was when I got into a fight with a few members of the FOH a while ago. I admit how I was asking for it. But that doesn t justify the rebelious, unkind act that Hipnotia made.
So I m just patroling here, around. I m gonna meet Chamber in an hour.
Then we will patrol together.
Instead of this I could really, really be better off if I would only be back on the mountain. Where the snow and cold of the winter is the only ruler of the place.