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(She unsheathes her claws and shakes them menacingly)
Chapter Six: Stripes and One Eye
Below, the earth was stained a dusty gray. Large craters dotted the blackened fields where poor subsistence farmers tried to scrape out a living. The gigantic generators dotting the edges humming like an out of tune harmonica. The vibrations echoing through unsteady earth. In a few lucky fields tiny green stalks, barely an inch high, dotted the landscape. And in his vision the land seemed stained a bloody red.
Scott sank back. Logan's snores were loudly audible and shook the air around him. 'He's familiar with Earth. He's seen the aftermath.' Glancing back down at the crimson horizon, high peaks of grayed red stood like spears sticking out of the sky, a few were small plateaus, but most seemed shaved at a slant. Tiny dulled lights gleamed, tiny stars in darkness, they only seemed to darken as the plane approached. 'How did they survive?' Scott wondered as his eyes digested the scarred ground, brushing back his smooth auburn hair. How had his homeland become this? Scott was never one to hide from the truth. If he wasn't, then why hadn't he ever tuned in to all those documentaries about the hellhole the left behind lived in? Yes.
Five Hours Earlier
Logan snorted. "You think you'll be meeting the same Rogue." Glancing up, Scott met his dark eyes, a perplexed expression hidden beneath his shades. Logan quirked a bushy brow, his rugged features pulled into a condescending smile, and he motioned toward the touchpad. "Her." There a tiny Goth, her skin a pale white, with mousy muddy hair leaned in a lonely position against the ruined wall. Her visage was a disappointed frown, as her purple painted lips formed a small smile. "You think she'll be the same, one eye."
"I don't, I know she'll be different. I know she's changed." He argued defensively. Jerking his touchpad away from Logan, his eyes ran over the girl in the photo, again and again. Rubbing his thumb in circles over the black plastic cover. "I know."
Logan barked, his voice harsh and bitter. "She'll have changed. Changed to an extent, you cannot imagine." Jerking his thumb into his chest in a self-righteous gesture, Logan growled. "I've seen their faces. You can't imagine, bub! The pain in their eyes. The despair. It's deadening bub."
"I've seen the pictures." Scott muttered. "I work for UNCA."
Logan laughed. "The pictures! The pictures don't cover it." The Wolverine, sighed, collapsing back into his shuttle seat. "Those people live in a hellhole, they despise everything about Colony citizens. They hate us."
Shaking his head vigorously, sending his short auburn hair flying, Scott protested. "I'm sure that Rogue and Kitty won't."
"Now that is the biggest load of bull, I've ever heard." Logan tipped his forward and drifted into oblivion.
Back in Reality-
Mumbling to himself as darkness overtook him, Scott said. "I'm sure they won't hate us." If only he knew the truth.
Around the City That Never Sleeps, dark clouds began billowing like sails in a typhoon. Dark streaks of lightning bit into the high towers and thunder grumbled as it passed overhead. Long lines of rain began streaming down into the streets. Tears splattering onto the ground in tiny rings as the rain tapped on the buildings, echoing. Just echoing through the empty streets.
Hope y'all enjoyed. Plz review.
Ty: Y'all'd better enjoy!
(She unsheathes her claws and shakes them menacingly)
Chapter Six: Stripes and One Eye
Below, the earth was stained a dusty gray. Large craters dotted the blackened fields where poor subsistence farmers tried to scrape out a living. The gigantic generators dotting the edges humming like an out of tune harmonica. The vibrations echoing through unsteady earth. In a few lucky fields tiny green stalks, barely an inch high, dotted the landscape. And in his vision the land seemed stained a bloody red.
Scott sank back. Logan's snores were loudly audible and shook the air around him. 'He's familiar with Earth. He's seen the aftermath.' Glancing back down at the crimson horizon, high peaks of grayed red stood like spears sticking out of the sky, a few were small plateaus, but most seemed shaved at a slant. Tiny dulled lights gleamed, tiny stars in darkness, they only seemed to darken as the plane approached. 'How did they survive?' Scott wondered as his eyes digested the scarred ground, brushing back his smooth auburn hair. How had his homeland become this? Scott was never one to hide from the truth. If he wasn't, then why hadn't he ever tuned in to all those documentaries about the hellhole the left behind lived in? Yes.
Five Hours Earlier
Logan snorted. "You think you'll be meeting the same Rogue." Glancing up, Scott met his dark eyes, a perplexed expression hidden beneath his shades. Logan quirked a bushy brow, his rugged features pulled into a condescending smile, and he motioned toward the touchpad. "Her." There a tiny Goth, her skin a pale white, with mousy muddy hair leaned in a lonely position against the ruined wall. Her visage was a disappointed frown, as her purple painted lips formed a small smile. "You think she'll be the same, one eye."
"I don't, I know she'll be different. I know she's changed." He argued defensively. Jerking his touchpad away from Logan, his eyes ran over the girl in the photo, again and again. Rubbing his thumb in circles over the black plastic cover. "I know."
Logan barked, his voice harsh and bitter. "She'll have changed. Changed to an extent, you cannot imagine." Jerking his thumb into his chest in a self-righteous gesture, Logan growled. "I've seen their faces. You can't imagine, bub! The pain in their eyes. The despair. It's deadening bub."
"I've seen the pictures." Scott muttered. "I work for UNCA."
Logan laughed. "The pictures! The pictures don't cover it." The Wolverine, sighed, collapsing back into his shuttle seat. "Those people live in a hellhole, they despise everything about Colony citizens. They hate us."
Shaking his head vigorously, sending his short auburn hair flying, Scott protested. "I'm sure that Rogue and Kitty won't."
"Now that is the biggest load of bull, I've ever heard." Logan tipped his forward and drifted into oblivion.
Back in Reality-
Mumbling to himself as darkness overtook him, Scott said. "I'm sure they won't hate us." If only he knew the truth.
Around the City That Never Sleeps, dark clouds began billowing like sails in a typhoon. Dark streaks of lightning bit into the high towers and thunder grumbled as it passed overhead. Long lines of rain began streaming down into the streets. Tears splattering onto the ground in tiny rings as the rain tapped on the buildings, echoing. Just echoing through the empty streets.
Hope y'all enjoyed. Plz review.