A Redemption of Sorts
Chapter 9: Reunions and Heartache
AN: Yay! New chapter! ~
Rogue came around at the sound of brother's urgent cries of her name as he shook her rather roughly by the shoulders. Her throat was crushed and sore, it was hard to speak or even breathe.
'Scurge.' She managed finally in a rasping whisper. Blinking green eyes furiously to focus blurred images into Scurge and surrounding forest. But midnight darkness had covered the land like a sheet of velvet so she could hardly see anything at all and could only make out the outlines of things. She could also Scurge's deep blue ocean eyes, the eyes of their mother, and beneath them, cheeks shining of tears.
Scurge sniffed loudly and wiped away the tears on the sleeve of his tattered white shirt,
'Rogue! Thought I'd lost yer fer a second.' He suddenly swooped down on her, embracing her in a crushing hug.
Rogue had tears in her eyes but nether less decided to make fun of her near- death experience. Besides, she had her brother back. Her drunk, wisecracking, womanizing, good-for-nothing brother, now sobbing with relief on her shoulder.
Not the traitor!
Her brother!
'Scurge. Get off me yer big lug yer squeezin' the life outta me.' Rogue smiled as happy tears ran down her cheeks and pushed Scurge off her, who toppled over backwards. 'I ain't dead yet. So stop bawlin' like a babe.'
Then Rogue threw herself on top of him with a shriek of laughter and gave him an equally bone-cracking hug as hard as she could. Scurge's tears disappeared as he shoved her playfully off him,
'Away wid yer! I ain't cryin' yew whelp! I 'ad somethin' in me eye!'
Rogue shoved him back.
'Ha. Probably still got spit in yer eyes from earlier.'
Scurge shook his head, grinning from ear to ear,
'Yore lucky that dagger missed yer, babee sister!'
'Like yore throws could 'it anythin' yew aimed at.' Rogue teased him.
'Jus' remember 'ho saved yore 'ide, sister dear!' Scurge shot back and received a hard nudge in the ribs,
'Twas a bit 'ard ter save meself with yore paws are tied an' there's a noose 'round yer neck.' Rogue told him indignantly but then her face softened. 'Thanks fer savin' me, Scurge.'
'Oh, twas nothin' at all.' Scurge said airily, 'Jus' a death wish from ole Hades back there. Actually 'e's probably 'unting us down like dogs right now.'
'Well we best be gettin' back ter Redwall then, brother darlin'.' Rogue said, in the same casual tone.
'Couldn't o' said it better meself.' Scurge said as he helped her to her footpaws. 'Oh, an' Rogue.'
'Yes, Scurge.'
'Yew owe me one, right?'
'O course, brother dear.'
~
Blaggut sat on his bed in the Infirmary, weeping in a loud, ragged sobs. He hadn't left the bed after the news about Rogue. Starving and tired, with Rogue the only thing on his mind, he felt alone and empty.
She traded herself in your place...
They had said.
She did it for you...
She cared about you above than her own life...
She sacrificed herself for you...
She says that she'll miss you...
That you were her best mate...
'Mister Blackguts..?' A soft hesitant child's voice asked as the door slowly creaked open.
'Mousebabe?' Blaggut said, his voice hoarse and strained, and to him seemed far away as if the voice wasn't even his own.
'Can we come in, Mista Blackguts?'
'O course yer can, mateys.' Blaggut tried to sound cheery and wiped his eyes hurriedly as the dibbuns came in. He didn't want them to see him so upset. Mousebabe and Furrtil climbed on the bed and sat on either side of him. They were surprisingly, ashen-faced and their eyes sad, far from the usual smiling dibbun faces, alight with mischief.
'Why the long faces, mates?' Blaggut said as he tried to smile, but it was too painfully. How could he be happy when he had lost his best mate? He fought back hot burning tears, determined not let them fall infront of the little ones.
'We sad cause o' Miss Rogue.' Mousebabe told him.
'Why's that, mate?' Blaggut asked as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he desperately tried to be calm, he wanted to scream.
'Cause they said that she went away.' Mousebabe said, taking sudden interest in his footpaws as he added, 'Were not 'spose to talk about it though...'
'I loiked Miss Roguers. She'm very noice to moi.' Furrtil nodding her little velvet head sadly.
'Bless yer liddle 'earts, mateys. Rogue ain't gone, she jus'...' Blaggut trailed off as tears escaped and trickled down his cheeks and Furrtil patted him on the back, sympathetically,
'Tis all roight to cry, Mista Blackguts. Make you felt better.'
Blaggut smiled at her through tears...
~
Sorry it was short.
Chapter 9: Reunions and Heartache
AN: Yay! New chapter! ~
Rogue came around at the sound of brother's urgent cries of her name as he shook her rather roughly by the shoulders. Her throat was crushed and sore, it was hard to speak or even breathe.
'Scurge.' She managed finally in a rasping whisper. Blinking green eyes furiously to focus blurred images into Scurge and surrounding forest. But midnight darkness had covered the land like a sheet of velvet so she could hardly see anything at all and could only make out the outlines of things. She could also Scurge's deep blue ocean eyes, the eyes of their mother, and beneath them, cheeks shining of tears.
Scurge sniffed loudly and wiped away the tears on the sleeve of his tattered white shirt,
'Rogue! Thought I'd lost yer fer a second.' He suddenly swooped down on her, embracing her in a crushing hug.
Rogue had tears in her eyes but nether less decided to make fun of her near- death experience. Besides, she had her brother back. Her drunk, wisecracking, womanizing, good-for-nothing brother, now sobbing with relief on her shoulder.
Not the traitor!
Her brother!
'Scurge. Get off me yer big lug yer squeezin' the life outta me.' Rogue smiled as happy tears ran down her cheeks and pushed Scurge off her, who toppled over backwards. 'I ain't dead yet. So stop bawlin' like a babe.'
Then Rogue threw herself on top of him with a shriek of laughter and gave him an equally bone-cracking hug as hard as she could. Scurge's tears disappeared as he shoved her playfully off him,
'Away wid yer! I ain't cryin' yew whelp! I 'ad somethin' in me eye!'
Rogue shoved him back.
'Ha. Probably still got spit in yer eyes from earlier.'
Scurge shook his head, grinning from ear to ear,
'Yore lucky that dagger missed yer, babee sister!'
'Like yore throws could 'it anythin' yew aimed at.' Rogue teased him.
'Jus' remember 'ho saved yore 'ide, sister dear!' Scurge shot back and received a hard nudge in the ribs,
'Twas a bit 'ard ter save meself with yore paws are tied an' there's a noose 'round yer neck.' Rogue told him indignantly but then her face softened. 'Thanks fer savin' me, Scurge.'
'Oh, twas nothin' at all.' Scurge said airily, 'Jus' a death wish from ole Hades back there. Actually 'e's probably 'unting us down like dogs right now.'
'Well we best be gettin' back ter Redwall then, brother darlin'.' Rogue said, in the same casual tone.
'Couldn't o' said it better meself.' Scurge said as he helped her to her footpaws. 'Oh, an' Rogue.'
'Yes, Scurge.'
'Yew owe me one, right?'
'O course, brother dear.'
~
Blaggut sat on his bed in the Infirmary, weeping in a loud, ragged sobs. He hadn't left the bed after the news about Rogue. Starving and tired, with Rogue the only thing on his mind, he felt alone and empty.
She traded herself in your place...
They had said.
She did it for you...
She cared about you above than her own life...
She sacrificed herself for you...
She says that she'll miss you...
That you were her best mate...
'Mister Blackguts..?' A soft hesitant child's voice asked as the door slowly creaked open.
'Mousebabe?' Blaggut said, his voice hoarse and strained, and to him seemed far away as if the voice wasn't even his own.
'Can we come in, Mista Blackguts?'
'O course yer can, mateys.' Blaggut tried to sound cheery and wiped his eyes hurriedly as the dibbuns came in. He didn't want them to see him so upset. Mousebabe and Furrtil climbed on the bed and sat on either side of him. They were surprisingly, ashen-faced and their eyes sad, far from the usual smiling dibbun faces, alight with mischief.
'Why the long faces, mates?' Blaggut said as he tried to smile, but it was too painfully. How could he be happy when he had lost his best mate? He fought back hot burning tears, determined not let them fall infront of the little ones.
'We sad cause o' Miss Rogue.' Mousebabe told him.
'Why's that, mate?' Blaggut asked as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he desperately tried to be calm, he wanted to scream.
'Cause they said that she went away.' Mousebabe said, taking sudden interest in his footpaws as he added, 'Were not 'spose to talk about it though...'
'I loiked Miss Roguers. She'm very noice to moi.' Furrtil nodding her little velvet head sadly.
'Bless yer liddle 'earts, mateys. Rogue ain't gone, she jus'...' Blaggut trailed off as tears escaped and trickled down his cheeks and Furrtil patted him on the back, sympathetically,
'Tis all roight to cry, Mista Blackguts. Make you felt better.'
Blaggut smiled at her through tears...
~
Sorry it was short.