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Chapter 5: Back in Mississippi
Rogue jumped off of the train and landed on the tracks behind it. She stretched her arms in the air and yawned.
'How long have ah been traveling?' She wondered. Other thoughts wandered through her mind as well, and she began to walk. Beyond another pair of train tracks, Rogue could see a dirt road. This place looked nearly deserted, but a road had to lead to somewhere, right?
Without second thought, Rogue stepped off the tracks, and began following the road south. She found as she walked, that the area she was in felt oddly familiar. The air smelled crisp and dry, so she breathed free.
Not a single car passed by for hours. Rogue's feet felt tired, and her urge to walk further was getting weak. Yet, she pressed on, and without stop or rest. Nightfall came quickly, and it got very cold. Rogue grabbed her bag and opened it. She grabbed her jacket and quickly put it on.
"Jesus' Christ its cold!" She cursed and continued on her way. The moon was full, and Rogue heard continuous howls distant and near.
"Its nothin' Rogue. Don't get scared now." She reassured herself and held her jacket tighter. The hours flew by quickly, and the weather got even colder. Rogue finally decided to find a spot to rest for the night. She couldn't deny that she was both very cold, and very tired.
She lied down near the side of the road and curled up into a ball. Rogue shivered and shaked for hours and hours trying to get some decent sleep, but it was by far to cold. Her fingertips were beginning to feel numb and Rogue found herself starting to lose consciousness.
A half an hour later, she saw a very bright light coming towards her. Rogue shielded her eyes from it and realized it was a truck! The truck stopped and an elderly old woman stepped out of the car and came rushing to her.
"Oh dear! Ya must be frozen ta death!" Her white hair hung in her face and her southern accent seemed very loud in the dead of night. Rogue tried to say something but her lips were frozen shut.
"Come with me child, here ah'll get cha bag." The old woman grabbed Rogue's backpack, helped her up, and led her to her truck. The car was very warm, and Rogue felt like sleeping right then.
"Keep your head up child. We don't want cha fallin' asleep. Ya might neva wake up." The elderly woman said and entered the truck. She started the car, and drove back in the direction she was coming from.
Rogue felt many times like she was going to pass out, but the old woman kept shaking her and saying things Rogue's tired ears couldn't make out. Rogue's could tell by the sound of the truck that they were going exceptionally fast.
Many hours later, they came to a small town. The old woman parked in a church parking lot.
"Ah'll be right back dear. Jus hold on, no sleepin!" The woman jumped out of the car without closing the door, and ran into the church. Rogue kept telling herself not to fall asleep, but her efforts were getting weaker.
The woman came back out four minutes later accompanied by a young man with black curly hair, and gray eyes.
"This is Anthony child. He's gonna carry ya in, ok?" The old woman asked. Rogue didn't have very much strength, so she simply nodded. The man picked rogue up carefully, and walked into the church with her in his arms. Rogue was starting to get concerned. What if he touched her skin?
The young man set her down on a cot and ran to an elderly man. The elderly man seemed to be a priest of some sort.
"What d' we do father? She's very cold." The young man had a soothing southern accent.
"First we get her out of those cold clothes, then we wrap her in a wool blanket." The priest told him.
"Don't!" Rogue shouted as loud as she could. The two men instantly turned their attention to her.
"Don't what my child?" The priest asked. Rogue took a deep breath and tried to speak firmly, but she found herself whispering.
"Don't.. touch.. mah skin." Those were Rogue last words before she passed out.
Rogue woke up the next afternoon in a light sweatshirt and some sweat pants. The sun shown in her eyes from the purple stain glass window and her fingertips burned as if they were on fire.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man the old woman called 'Anthony' reading a book and lighting some large candles. Rogue didn't want to disturb him; he seemed very into the book he was reading. His jaw was clenched shut, and his handsome gray eyes were completely focused.
That's the exact moment that Rogue accidentally coughed. He instantly closed him book and walked over to her.
"Are ya ok? Ah'll go get the father." He smiled at her and walked out of the room momentarily. About a minute later, he returned with the old woman and the priest.
"Ah. did you sleep well young Miss? Or are you still having trouble talking?" He asked. Rogue coughed a little,
"Ah'm fahne. Thank you all very much. Now ah need ta get mahself goin'." Rogue sat up and coughed very loudly.
"None since child! You're not fit ta go anywhere outside of this town alone yet!" The elderly woman patted her on the shoulder and smiled.
"But ah need ta go! Ah need ta get ta Mississsippi!" Rogue argued stubbornly. She heared the old woman and the young man chuckle.
"You're in Mississippi child. Pearlington, Mississippi ta be exact!" She smiled at her.
"Oh." Rogue felt sheepish, "Well, who ahre yall? Not ta be rude, but it'd be nice ta know."
"I'm Ms. Cline, that's Father Dewberry, and you've already met Anthony." The old lady pointed. "Now what's yer name?" She asked.
"Rogue." She answered bluntly. Rogue felt very comfortable in her surroundings, but one question was still on her mind.
"Listen," She started "Ah don't know how ya feel about mutants but Ah'm one of'em. Mah power is very rare. Ya see, when people touch mah skin, I drain them of their energy. How did yall change mah clothes without getting' sucked dry?" She asked.
"Wow! Yer skin huh? That's amazin'! Anthony here has a power just lahke that! Only a bit more extreme." The old woman rubbed the back of her head. Rogue was in shock; there was a mutant like her?!
"Ah undressed ya." Anthony blushed. "Ah wasn't gonna touch yer skin anyways. Because, well, when ah touch people's skin, or people touch mah skin, they instantly die."
Rogue felt very much sympathy for him. Now it made sense that he was completely covered up in a black shirt, and wearing gloves like Rogue's.
"Ah kinda know how ya feel." Rogue gave him a small smirk, and then turned to face Ms. Cline.
"Once ah start movin' betta again, would ya mind showin' me tha town?" Rogue asked her. Ms. Cline smiled warmly,
"Course ah will child."
Two more reviews please! And thanks for being so kind to me! :D
-Kayko
Chapter 5: Back in Mississippi
Rogue jumped off of the train and landed on the tracks behind it. She stretched her arms in the air and yawned.
'How long have ah been traveling?' She wondered. Other thoughts wandered through her mind as well, and she began to walk. Beyond another pair of train tracks, Rogue could see a dirt road. This place looked nearly deserted, but a road had to lead to somewhere, right?
Without second thought, Rogue stepped off the tracks, and began following the road south. She found as she walked, that the area she was in felt oddly familiar. The air smelled crisp and dry, so she breathed free.
Not a single car passed by for hours. Rogue's feet felt tired, and her urge to walk further was getting weak. Yet, she pressed on, and without stop or rest. Nightfall came quickly, and it got very cold. Rogue grabbed her bag and opened it. She grabbed her jacket and quickly put it on.
"Jesus' Christ its cold!" She cursed and continued on her way. The moon was full, and Rogue heard continuous howls distant and near.
"Its nothin' Rogue. Don't get scared now." She reassured herself and held her jacket tighter. The hours flew by quickly, and the weather got even colder. Rogue finally decided to find a spot to rest for the night. She couldn't deny that she was both very cold, and very tired.
She lied down near the side of the road and curled up into a ball. Rogue shivered and shaked for hours and hours trying to get some decent sleep, but it was by far to cold. Her fingertips were beginning to feel numb and Rogue found herself starting to lose consciousness.
A half an hour later, she saw a very bright light coming towards her. Rogue shielded her eyes from it and realized it was a truck! The truck stopped and an elderly old woman stepped out of the car and came rushing to her.
"Oh dear! Ya must be frozen ta death!" Her white hair hung in her face and her southern accent seemed very loud in the dead of night. Rogue tried to say something but her lips were frozen shut.
"Come with me child, here ah'll get cha bag." The old woman grabbed Rogue's backpack, helped her up, and led her to her truck. The car was very warm, and Rogue felt like sleeping right then.
"Keep your head up child. We don't want cha fallin' asleep. Ya might neva wake up." The elderly woman said and entered the truck. She started the car, and drove back in the direction she was coming from.
Rogue felt many times like she was going to pass out, but the old woman kept shaking her and saying things Rogue's tired ears couldn't make out. Rogue's could tell by the sound of the truck that they were going exceptionally fast.
Many hours later, they came to a small town. The old woman parked in a church parking lot.
"Ah'll be right back dear. Jus hold on, no sleepin!" The woman jumped out of the car without closing the door, and ran into the church. Rogue kept telling herself not to fall asleep, but her efforts were getting weaker.
The woman came back out four minutes later accompanied by a young man with black curly hair, and gray eyes.
"This is Anthony child. He's gonna carry ya in, ok?" The old woman asked. Rogue didn't have very much strength, so she simply nodded. The man picked rogue up carefully, and walked into the church with her in his arms. Rogue was starting to get concerned. What if he touched her skin?
The young man set her down on a cot and ran to an elderly man. The elderly man seemed to be a priest of some sort.
"What d' we do father? She's very cold." The young man had a soothing southern accent.
"First we get her out of those cold clothes, then we wrap her in a wool blanket." The priest told him.
"Don't!" Rogue shouted as loud as she could. The two men instantly turned their attention to her.
"Don't what my child?" The priest asked. Rogue took a deep breath and tried to speak firmly, but she found herself whispering.
"Don't.. touch.. mah skin." Those were Rogue last words before she passed out.
Rogue woke up the next afternoon in a light sweatshirt and some sweat pants. The sun shown in her eyes from the purple stain glass window and her fingertips burned as if they were on fire.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man the old woman called 'Anthony' reading a book and lighting some large candles. Rogue didn't want to disturb him; he seemed very into the book he was reading. His jaw was clenched shut, and his handsome gray eyes were completely focused.
That's the exact moment that Rogue accidentally coughed. He instantly closed him book and walked over to her.
"Are ya ok? Ah'll go get the father." He smiled at her and walked out of the room momentarily. About a minute later, he returned with the old woman and the priest.
"Ah. did you sleep well young Miss? Or are you still having trouble talking?" He asked. Rogue coughed a little,
"Ah'm fahne. Thank you all very much. Now ah need ta get mahself goin'." Rogue sat up and coughed very loudly.
"None since child! You're not fit ta go anywhere outside of this town alone yet!" The elderly woman patted her on the shoulder and smiled.
"But ah need ta go! Ah need ta get ta Mississsippi!" Rogue argued stubbornly. She heared the old woman and the young man chuckle.
"You're in Mississippi child. Pearlington, Mississippi ta be exact!" She smiled at her.
"Oh." Rogue felt sheepish, "Well, who ahre yall? Not ta be rude, but it'd be nice ta know."
"I'm Ms. Cline, that's Father Dewberry, and you've already met Anthony." The old lady pointed. "Now what's yer name?" She asked.
"Rogue." She answered bluntly. Rogue felt very comfortable in her surroundings, but one question was still on her mind.
"Listen," She started "Ah don't know how ya feel about mutants but Ah'm one of'em. Mah power is very rare. Ya see, when people touch mah skin, I drain them of their energy. How did yall change mah clothes without getting' sucked dry?" She asked.
"Wow! Yer skin huh? That's amazin'! Anthony here has a power just lahke that! Only a bit more extreme." The old woman rubbed the back of her head. Rogue was in shock; there was a mutant like her?!
"Ah undressed ya." Anthony blushed. "Ah wasn't gonna touch yer skin anyways. Because, well, when ah touch people's skin, or people touch mah skin, they instantly die."
Rogue felt very much sympathy for him. Now it made sense that he was completely covered up in a black shirt, and wearing gloves like Rogue's.
"Ah kinda know how ya feel." Rogue gave him a small smirk, and then turned to face Ms. Cline.
"Once ah start movin' betta again, would ya mind showin' me tha town?" Rogue asked her. Ms. Cline smiled warmly,
"Course ah will child."
Two more reviews please! And thanks for being so kind to me! :D
-Kayko
