Chapter 3
The sky's angry booming echoed through
the beautiful victorian house in Mississipii.
Sleep wasn't comming easily. The thunder and lightning didn't help.
She stold a glance at the alarm clock. 3:26.
"A'h anit gonna get ta sleep during this Storm "
Her husband stirred hext to her. She slipped out of the bed slowly
not wanting to wake him. But that swamp rat could sleep through anything.
She stepped out into the hallway brushing a whisp of white hair from her
eyes.The sound of the phone ringing surprised her. Who would call this
late? Maybe something was wrong at the institute! Anxiety was rising up
inside her chest as she rushed into the hall and picked up the reciver
from its cradel.
"Rogue?" The voice frantic, terrified
"Aurora?" Rogue jerked in surprise. She hadn't heard that
voice in a long time. But ususally it was strong, confident. Now it was
weak ,barely audiable.
" I need your help. Where....can you give me direction's to where you found me? you know..before I joined the X-men "
"Chere?" Remy was calling her from the bedroom. His red
eyes peered out from the darkness.
" Of course." Rogue told Aurora the street address and
direction's " Where are you gal?"
" I don't know. I'm somewhere...somewhere....dark. I need
to find out what happened before. My past. I need to know" Each word rang
true with Rogue. Everyone needed a past.
Remy's eye's clouded with concern at Rogue's expression.
"Good-bye Rogue." She heard some thunder in the backround
then dail-tone.
" Bye Sug'ah" She anserwed though Aurora couldn't hear
her.
"What is it Rogue?"
"Aurora"
Gambit looked surprised.
" Trouble at da institute?"
" A'h..A'h don't know "She could feel herself developing
a migrain. Rogue rubbed her temples.
" Come back to bed, Rogue. That Aurora can take care of
herself. Nothing's gonna tangle wit dat petite" Remy retreated to the bedroom.
Rogue hesitated and then followed suit. No no one could hurt that girl.
She was strong. But she could hurt herself. Sometimes its better not to
go searching for things better left unknown.
The rain had subsided, but the clouds still painted everything a dull gray. Aurora had slept in the phone booth, cold and alone. She had written the address on her arm and stared at it as she walked down the street. This part of the city was old, most of the building's were boarded up keeping the ghost's in and the visitor's out. Aurora searched for the address, struggling to see the faded number etched into the stone wall's. She finally came apoun the building. It was partly burned on the second floor, as if there had been a fire that was quickley estingished. The door was locked, but she wasn't to worried. The phantom slipped in through the wall.
Instantly her was assualted by the smell of decaye, mildew, and rot. She held a hand over her face. The
building must have been abanded year's ago. It was in a sorry state..There
were file cabinet's overturned, files spilling out onto the floor. She
picked one up and open it.
"Ahh!" she threw it back down as a huge spider crawled
out from under the pages. Aurora left them as they were and opened a door
on the far side of the room. Stairs. Going down. Probley a basement. She
stepped on the first. It creaked under her weight. She hurried down them,
hoping they wouldn't break under her. The smell down there was more like
that of bleach, familar, from something she couldn't place. She slowy groped
the wall, looking for a light switch. After a moment she found it, flicked
it on. A single light on a bare wire illuminated the room. Huge stacks
of paper's littered the foor, while on the other side of the room selves
held jar's of a coloured liquid's. Many were broken, content's giving
off a strange collection of oder's. Carefully, avoiding the broken
glass, she crossed the room to another door. Aurora jumped back as the
door fell of it hinges.She stepped over the rotting wood and peered into
the closet.
" Whats are these?" She dusted off the
covers of some old leather bound books. Turning it over she read the front
lable.
Subject Number:5
Name: Blake Rynaldes
Supervisor: Dr. Francis Staunton
Interested,she opened the cover revealing the faded old handwriting.
October 7/ 10:34 PM
Blake show's no new progress. While
her body has accepted the changes her mind and will and strong and she
continues to oppose us. Tomarro morning Dr.Williams and I are taking her
into surgery. Perhaps, when she forgets what she knows, she will be more
perceptive to the changes.
Also as an interesting side note, I have noticed some rather strange side effects in some subject's here. For example hair and eye pigment's seem to change after they are tested on. Blake for example when from black hair,green eyes to Orange hair and matching eyes. We are trying to isolate the gene's that cause this to happen and destroy them.
The entry ended there, but left Aurora confused and without anserws. Mention's of surgery, side effect's, and destroying gene's threw her off. This couldn't have been the place Rogue found her. There were 3 more books altogether in that closet. Were they all about this Blake person? Aurora dusted off the next one. No. Diffrent Name. Cecile Hernades. Diffrent Doctor too. Dr.Camron Williams. She didn't bother looking inside yet. She set it down next to her. The next book was ,as well, another such record. James De Villa. Dr.Angelica Lei. Aurora threw it down in the piles as well. She was getting impatent The next books was much thicker, heavier and bore a logo, but it was much too faded to make out. Aurora turned the yellowed old page and began reading. TBC.
