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Disclaimer: Damn it! This is so unfair! I wanted to own X-Men Evolution but the offer was gifted to someone else. Oh well at least I'm writing this fic!
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The Dragon –"Four."
Strange And Unforeseen
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- Rogue's Point Of View
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Nightmares were on me. They were saying that a taboo like myself did not need the privilege to live. It was a bad sign of sympathy from faith and so they will correct what faith did wrong. Giving me the opportunity to breath and coordinate amongst much better organisms who could even be granted the position of life without any severe purpose but he ranked up his fury that a worthless thing as myself should be eradicated as nothing will be out of place, nothing will be lost. He gave sardonic sounds of mere pleasure as he saw me shift as though shards of broken pieces of sharp pointed objects ravaged through my soft nerves, tendons and organs. He said I was going to die as the night was over for dangers had to be erased to ensure the safety of all of the relevant creatures. I hauled him back but my strength was deteriorating as I was no match against him in his domain were he reigned supreme and had ever angle to superior me amid everything. It told me that the pain would ebb away when my submission to the dark sadist, death, was completed but he would pray to God that hell's hands would scorching me will proceed shortly after that.
Nightmare's whip was like molten iron who had a voracious appetite for human flesh. It cooed most happily eating my earthy vessel for it was satisfied. It seemed to be encased and isolated for a long period in time's boundaries and to be gifted with such a meal after its release was truly pleasurable. I screamed as his teeth and claws seized my skin in an excruciating painful inferno of raw demise. I felt water fleeing from my close lids, trying to desperately escape the wrath of the merciless beast. But though they also were warping into renegades due to ease my erupting soul it was a fruitless effort against such a vile animal. I screamed as my brain connected with reality, its last lifeline who ascended it out of misery's touch. As I got out of that replication of Hell I saw that every acre of my forehead was being populated by droplets of fear and anxiety. I looked down and saw the profuse saturation of my body hugged my garments and the wind of the incognizant was assimilating my form in to his deep pool of veiling infinite black. I realized a river birthed out of my aching spheres and it was disrupting my normal functions. I surveyed the occupying object that was situated near to mine. The bed was empty.
OH NO KITTY! My mind screamed as it propelled itself through a electrifying net as felt its burn like a candle slapped by the gargantuan force of the air.
My head tossed sideways in a rapid notion still thinking that elusive Nightmare was engulfing me in a torrid frenzy of encasing doom. I felt my eyes seep with more of sorrow's descendants as my willpower shrunk to the esteem carried by the fragile ant. I was about to bolt out of the bed which have seemed to have shackled me when a pair of limbs permeated out of its hampering structure and emerged a healthy Kitty with a Teddy bear enveloping in one of her shaky hands.
"What?!" Kitty leapt with a bombardment of questions. She looked as if her face had gotten its flesh scalped and impregnated with panic instead.
"Kitty," My head survived the electric fence of seizure and I found it had teleported to a field which could been easily be classified as a garden, "You're –you're alright!"
"Rogue," Her voice was embedded with extreme concern and the size of her blue orbs increased to an immensely high extent, "Are you ok? What happened? Why were you screaming? Please tell me?"
Question's attacks were not too kind on her and the she felt perplexed beyond recognition. It seemed that I had performed various of activities without my knowledge but eagle eyes of my friend's had been keen to capture. I found myself deeply in rebuke and now I gazed at my stressful friend hoping I woke construct words to help her brain to lessen under the weight of being caught off guard. But I felt melancholy touch me with its every hypnotizing black seduction. I felt the gargantuan mass of questions maul through as well so the privilege to answer to myself was denied as well. All I could remember somebody falling and I was evident that this time the body did not belong to me.
"Rogue," I realized
that sorrow was torturing Kitty in his impregnable dungeon and one of the
curses were seen from her eyes, "Please, Please tell me what's wrong?"
"I
don't know!" my voice transformed itself into a higher pitch that shaped into a
sword shredding through her divine sympathy.
Kitty froze as if now she were nothing but a statue residing on the plains of ice. I realized that I had inflicted a wound on her soul who had unsheathed itself and posed its naked self so its incandescence would be able to serve as antibodies to my pillaging misery but as it had fragile it took the full blow of the sinister blade and now it lay hemorrhaged on the deep recesses of her body. Kitty withdrew and encased herself under her pink sheets and curled herself to refuge herself from the blood lustful sword and to heal the area in which her soul laid defenseless. It beckoned its shield again to sheath wile it would mend the fractured region and be a whole once more. And the feeling in actuality felt more magnified then it really was. The soul felt like a stampeding hurricane of large massed herbivores with shards for shoes had been the forces who are the ones responsible for the long, large line which emitted large quantities of blood.
I ascended a hand to touch the cocooned individual who was situated in front of me yet my nerves dared not comply. Fear evident in them as if they were being wagered to go into the depths of an unfriendly swamp whose appearance was indeed revolting and he seemed roughly garmented with pieces of dead, decomposing leaves and shots which are actually the skins of his victims and so they were not fools to step a foot in him for they would then be shredded by his invisible forceps and reduced into nothing but mere rotting corpses. It dawned upon my head quite vividly that Kitty had not desire to speak to such a repugnant person. I could not blame her, Why would I? I thought I had just been appointed Cruelty's mistress for I now inherited his poisonous stings, which would make the threads of joy snap in an instance. I felt my myself cower into a lonely thicket into the forests of my mind as if one of my inner demons had decided to chase me in means of anxiety. I coiled into my blue covers. Letting my covers stroke me in attempts of placating me, whispering me soothing voices that Kitty would be understanding, though I already foreseen it as a futile notion. Remorse, one of the devil's favorite pets, shattered my high hopes with the discordant sounds of mirthless laughs. It clawed my mind with its peaked nails and he had Nightmare to aid him. My dreams were now beginning to bother more profusely than ever before. I knew I was a key to the shrouded events yet I didn't know which door was the right one to unlock. I was dashing in a labyrinth of barricades yet I still did not know which barricade had to be hauled in order for me to reach the epilogue of this haunting crime.
My last dream, like the others, was not to be stored into the memoirs of pleasantries. It was still clothed in black or so it felt but it was only I who was witnessing these incidents with this paranormal view for it was clearly categorized that the victim and the hunter could see things from the perfect angle. I felt I was suffering from a unique form of cataract or where my senses knolled by some supernatural object that had my access partly denied. I still had my other halves marathon through that insane labyrinth in the quest to reach the positive destination. But in the end of this dream sequence I remember falling. But this time the abyss spared my form probably having discovered that I had transported into serenity instead. But this time it was Kitty…
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I guess Professor Xavier had understood the pain surging through my body as if it were trying to engulf me in a hell fire spawning against my entire form. Outrunning it was nothing but a mere wastage in my time just to hamper my body failing due to the gargantuan masses of negativity being plotted against me by those spiteful agents. But it seems pain had his legs oiled by Time's hands who he must have deceived in doing this for when I turned my head to scan if he was still in pursuit he would in a flash fronted me and inserted the scorching spear into my body and the blood and tissues who were so inert in their programmed functions that they faded away without any notice. Professor X had tried numerous methods to voyage into that place of uncertainty but something gnawed him back as if there was something present that had no desire to allow the Professor to gain pleasure in finding out the truth. The Professor was forced back as his mental struggle against the invisible animal had lashed him back with its whip like tail. The Professor found himself connecting with the ground. Logan And Ororo had rushed to his aid and had placed back to his original place, his wheelchair.
"Rogue I'm afraid I can't help you." The Professor's voice was extremely quiet and very disdainful. Never have I heard him make this much of a tone in him which seemed to be cornered by such an army of despair.
The reaction was one that was clearly a one out of expectation. Ororo gasped as though something vile had poisoned her with its fangs and the venom was a rapid influenza flowing through her unarmed body. Logan twitched uncomfortably as though Paralysis had beaten him and now imprisoned him in a bottle whose glass was not of earthly origin. The Professor's powers were no longer the lacking providence of control so they were widely apt to succeed in a mission such as the one standing. But he, being able to make usage of Cerebro the world's advance computer mainframe, could not access a single memory. This was extremely complex.
"Professor," my voice was almost pleading, I never felt this defenseless in my entire life, I knew I contained within me the strength to unveil the enigmatic concomitants but when I was presented with a lose thread to sew all the fabrics together the idea seemed impossible, "Will I ever be able to solve this thing?"
"Rogue," He inhaled a deep mass of breath so he could find the energy to be as informative as he could be, "The power is invested in you, and you're the one who is the one to end this mysterious dilemma."
"But," my nerves were suddenly encountered by some legion of tension and they thought they would be crushed, as they could not be supportive to overpower the gargantuan element, "I'm blanketed, I have no recognition of any solid kind. I just can see the victim's faces I mean I know no specified location or had the pleasure to look at the Criminal. And we can't reach them in time also, I see the visions the night they are abducted and so I'm pretty irrelevant that's what."
"Well Rogue," Ororo
was sounding that she had logic residing next to her and was holding his hand
for support, "We have to be patient and await the future. I know this is quite
the obstacle but every barrier has a device that can eradicate it. We'll need
to see what else occurs maybe it'll pose as pieces to invent the actually
imagery."
"But," I found something taking birth in my eyes as Lament poisoned me with his venom darts, which arouse excruciating pain. I found myself wanting to lunge at my own willpower and unleash a hurricane of assaulted movements and berate him for being so frail, "They are girls gone missing! What if…if…they are already dead! What if we'll never get to save them! It'll be all my fault! All my fau-"
"Rogue settle down please," The Professor bolted towards my side, his hands were nestled upon my shoulders in the attempts to evaporate my negative feelings towards myself, "Everything will be alright. Just we need a little time I suppose."
Time. The word rang through my mind like the echo of the sudden gush of motion through an uncharted hallway of an aged castle. Time was a very pompous character and he waited for no mortal for in his eyes he thinks we are too slow and so he is neglecting our protests, brushing away like the cobwebs and dusts transported on his form by an accident notion of touching an old inanimate structure. I feared Time will also leave me behind, he won't break from his perpetual rituals and my protests were no different from the others who sank down to their knees and held his legs as he phased through them and gushed them aside and cursed them from being so frail and foolish. But if Time stopped for me probably he might have been accidentally surprised by one of cupid's arrows and his eyes first vision was my image.
"Rogue are you sure it was Kitty you saw?" he asked me looking very pallid, he had a right too for it seemed that as my so called vision were veiled by darkness's hands it was rather obvious that without any coherent threads it will take all our strengthened piece of rods in our body to protect Kitty.
I nodded, I had all the appearances of my friends memorized so even if the screen was fainted a bit I could still detect whose who. The Professor hands met each other as he closed his orbs deeply in the plains of his subconscious. Hoping that all the resources that had found out its path there would be able to be counsel him in his decisions. It seemed that a moment of silence had stretched through like a fire who was heated to dissipate all the substances that hindered him from following his calculated course. The Professor seemed to still run across the deserts of his mind now, but it seemed that the different objects presented different conclusions so he was being tousled into the inferno of confusion. Slowly his eyes opened and I felt my breath turn into the streams of a rapid pace.
"I think its about we tell the others about this situation." Professor Xavier stated, he knew that telling them about it earlier would have complicated matters as the X-Men will be worried about me much so he decided gently to tell them a little later. Now seemed the suited hour to do so and I approved his statement, as did Logan and Ororo.
"I'll brief the kids about the whole incident." Logan's voice was occupying the room at last. He hadn't breathed down a single letter for the last intensifying minutes that had blazed upon us. He seemed to be extreme intentness as though he was once again a soldier back at War World II and his superior officer was detailing prominent parts of a mission at hand. I felt a brief weight on my shoulder and gazed up to see a warm smile producing from Logan's face, "Don't worry girl, everything will be just fine." I felt more numbers of courage fill my vacant spaces. It was nice to hear supportive words from Logan and it magnified more when the corners of his mouth curved to accompany it.
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"Rogue, I'm kinda scared." She expressed as we walked towards our first period classes. She seemed pretty quiet and now her usual cheerful self had evaporated and it was being substituted by something pretty melancholic as if some jealous individual seeing her joyful form had performed a complete plastic surgery to subdue his negative emotions. Kitty now understood the reason of my volatile persona towards her and she had said there was nothing to forgive for after the fury dimmed down and my spirit was back in its right position she looked at my amber crystals and saw the painful hollow left by regret.
Now that the line that held the truth secretive has been snapped by scissors of invoking everybody knew about my visional dreams and they all seemed extremely perplexed. It took a while for the stone of realization to be lunged in high speed to penetrate the window to their minds. It was expected and as a local ritual for Scott to direct numerous questions. I smiled slightly as it seemed that he wanted to conquer the wilderness of knowledge no matter what dangers were there to try to devour him, as their hunger for adventurous people never seemed to dissipate. But my smile vanished as though it had been an apparition who had been exposed and decided to disappear to avoid curiosity and mayhem when Jean entwined her arm around his as they exited. I really felt coals of fire seethe through my soul as the scene entered itself upon my eyes, who was I kidding? It seemed pretty obvious that Scott's heart only voice was Jean's passion. There was no room in his soul for mine even if I diminished the inches hampering us to meet he would treat me as an invisible entity as his heart soared around Jean's. Oh I wish I could morph my hand into molted iron and guide it across her face and see it the scorching flame frolic around her skin as if it was their new environment to pillage. But that pleasure was denied to me by my conscious who kicked aside the sniveling devil and started speaking words of reasonable proportions. She told not to pursue endless ludicrous obligations for when I was apparent beside he would look into the orbs of a trustworthy friend who he could invest his elations and ailments into. Not a person that would be encased with him and be his love. I really felt a sort of hollow generate in me as if a cascade of some electric impulses had birthed it. I envied Jean and that is why I had a slight distaste for her, it did not present itself for her popularity but for her being apt to find someone to remain with her even if her days are cycling towards their ends.
I, on the other hand, could envision myself as an old woman wearing a Japanese white kimono which embedded swirling flower prints on it also following the variety of its background, standing near a Cherry blossom tree as it says goodbye to its petals as winter sends its white rain on to the earth. And I'll be alone, alone to wage war against Wind's army as he points his cold arrows and spears to inflict bitter ice on my fragile flesh and I clutch myself as a frail defense against his superior tactics and I knew surrender was the only option for me. I realized this lamenting prediction of future to be quite the realistic one, I was scorned, exiled to live in isolation and to ensure it I was bewitched. Pleasures to touch, feel, hold, kiss and…and make… make love was stolen for me to make the chastisement a truly severe and solid one. I envied Jean more… cause…cause she was sharing this with her other half like the part of the statue that after being reuniting with its family of other sculptured stones could make it illuminate it splendor upon all. I will always be the statue who will lack these attributes like the artist had abandoned it to follow the light of other creations. I really thought that a statue of that caliber seemed to mirror me perfectly.
"Don't be afraid Kitty. We're here for you." I decided to spark the lights of bravery in her so she could take in much strength.
Her reaction was not the one I had assumed she would display, in fact her visage did depart the pallid look but got substituted by a fairly exasperated one, "But I don't wanna be on surveillance all day!" she frowned and pouted, the blender of both was enough evidence to show her annoyance and also her posture was the thing which no one could question otherwise, her hands were folded tightly and grasping one another for support, "I mean I know you guys are worried but tagging along with me everywhere, well I'm not used to this kinda treatment."
I understood that why the seeds of exasperation had decided to impregnate her mind, no one desires to have an addition to the shadow but her own safety required this attachment. The dream had been perpetual, like the blue who harbored the sky and it was like the description that cautiousness was the defensive knife the hand welcomed while traveling into the netted woods of veiled uncertainty and elusive foes.
I didn't have any longing to see Kitty in this demeanor so placating her was the best solution one could ask her, "Kitty just be patient ok. Sooner or later things will become better then you don' have to be in this position."
"Argh," her lips were producing a groan of disapproval, she still seemed irksome to the whole idea but it just couldn't be helped, she was the growing flower that needed the sepals for survival, " I just hope sooner like I just don' wanna have people askin' me why I'm like glue to you people cause like we are already have enough to worry about in school. Hey listen Rogue I gotta go now I'll miss my first period if I don't."
"Ok Bye." I bid her a farewell while her reply was the changing of patterns of her lips to produce a radiant blessing and then she entered a classroom far beyond the left corner, hmm, probably Mathematics class. I then commenced with going to my own class, which was Human Biology. I stepped foot into a room housing a lot of local and foreign sounds due to the fact that no teachers had yet to enter. I took a place at the far end of the room. Being a mutant stated that everybody had to lose an efficient amount of their precious emotion of comfort if I neared them in any situation so it was a best conclusion to not irk them. Not that I actually had any feelings of caring for those filthy prejudice people it was just a precaution from the professor that not to welcome any argumentative or any other activities that could lead to violent repercussions so I obliged knowing that trouble was something that was already stirred into the ingredients to shape our days. Pouring in more would be the brewing of a poison that will gladly violate systems and become one of the lovers of death. I sat humming, the tunes were composed by the various acres of my subconscious, they were not being replicated by something I've heard earlier in life rather the composition of several tunes of melodious fragments my ear had soaked in and placed in the locked doors were my knowledge slept, only the candles of yearning of aid rekindled their active notions. I had to say my tune was ok and not at all sour irregular noises that occupied the streets at times like lost spirits in hysteria for they had no collection which path to go.
"Nice tune." A voice gentle as the serene sleeping ocean held me in its arms for a while and then it was an instant realization who the person was.
"Mitskake." I knew my voice was craved with such pleasure such eagerness to hear his sweet chords of tones produce more dialects to enchant me once more that I found it an magnifying burden to seal it with an chain as it was a volatile object that could not be restrained.
"Hello Miss Rogue, how have you been?" his voice was edged with the flowers that were christened with vibrant strokes and pleasantries –a gentleman in his fullest if one would clearly put his persona into classification, "Bye the way lovely tune, did you compose it?"
My face now was the cloth that harbored pink and scarlet in its firm luxurious body. I could believe it but my mind told me to slowly register it so that it could analyze each fragment with more moments to let the intensity of such glowing bliss. I knew I met the boy for one day but already m heart was soaring over untamed regions to fix myself onto him. This effect of such proportions was a foreign interloper on me but nevertheless a stranger can be invited if he soothes your soul. Of course I hadn't forgotten about our first encounter, though it made fine lines of curiosity, questioning and most of all a mysterious veil that clouded his interior persona. Still these enigmatic curved strings did not make me wander into the full attention of my suspicions or my alerting nature, I wanted to be his friend more than ever, to comprehend each structure of his being and become one of most reliable aids in his existence. For I feared that even in this short stream in time…I…I…I was…beginning…beginning…to…love him –deeply without any impurities. "Yes Mitskake, I did compose it. I'm glad you like it."
"Yes," he merely answered, but even that one word was able to craft a sensual sensation in me for there was plenty of honesty in that one statement and not just some speech to please someone you're new to, "I think you possess a lot of talent in music. Why not join a band or something later on in life."
" Alright, I'll think about it Mitskake." I didn't know what was the correct thought to process at that exact minute for my thoughts were all tangled up by the vines of confused yet visible bliss. My cheeks painted crimson, I just got a compliment from the person I was having feelings for.
The rest of the class passed onwards in such a rapid motion that it felt like the wing converting his currents from rapid to slow. All that moment my mind hugged tightly on the remark Mitskake had gifted me with such diligence. I kept my grip firm on it as if it were a precious stone I was afraid that it would slip through my fingers. I turned my head ever so slightly fearing he would catch me glimpsing him even though the corners of my spheres who were so addicted to him. He wasn't really having much attention to what the teacher discussed nor was he being disrespectful. He was sitting right next to me so comprehension tugged on me mildly that he might have perceived that I had commanded my eyes to study his movements. If so, thanks God that he made no comment about it.
The bell gave the clear announcement that class was over and so I was keen in getting out. The rest of the day was rather mundane and well the only fascination that followed them was Mitskake. Yes, surprisingly he had almost all the classes that I had. Honestly, at that exact time I was feeling suspicion roam through me as agile as deer would in a chase but then I realized that was being rather paranoid and should cease pondering on such matters. The last class then reached its end and school was completed for the day. Jean was heading home but Scott had proclaimed he had some task that needed to be tended. He informed Jean that it was alright if she went home (though she was being immensely persuasive that she intended to go along) and that he will arrive back shortly. I do not know what it was but something struck me highly suspicious of Scott's decision. I mean the guy couldn't live without Jean's shadow beside him all the time so why forsaken her now? I ordered myself to follow and learn the reason for Scott's sudden abandoning of Jean's side. Scott was headed towards the roof, that snatched my last barrier for curiosity away and I commenced behind surreptitiously not wanting him to have the knowledge of my present intentions. He finally reached his desired destination as I watched. He stood stationary as if he were waiting for someone, but the interrogation would be who? He positioned himself in that stature for a whole five minutes and comprehension came to me that he was musing about frustrating topics. Though his orbs were always curtained by those crimson glasses his brows weren't and they displayed graphic frowning of something that was bringing mild indignation pouring into him. I was being disguised by a very thick wall and my most of my form had been robed well and I did everything on the most faint minute scale. My regular movements were cut off but my irregular ones were being kept safe from excitement, who would trigger unease of curiosity in me and might make me execute a action which might lead to trouble or discovery in his part that I had been watching him as a poacher would to the unsuspecting lion. But I think there was a slight wave in his cognizant pool for he just moved his head around in a slow yet fixed motion. Wither he sensed me or not, I guessed I didn't know but…but it seemed more he was waiting for someone. Just then I saw someone approach him from the other end. Shock swung its mallet on me, my eyes dilated a bit –it was Tehran.
" Hi Scott." Her voice was low, both from depression and sorrow, the agent for both those sensations to arise was known to me. But why? Questions that remain unanswered become the lying nuisance to the mind. Tehran hated Scott –or that's what she portrayed on the day of our return of that turmoil Magneto released. I hate that bastard, God damn him, if it weren't for him we would not be in this critical dilemma in the first place. Tehran's tone was holding a small glint of appealing, probably due to seeing Scott once more. Fuck her that bitch! I still remember…I still remember Scott's face that day…all thanks to her.
" Tehran, why did you call me up here? What'd ya want? Tell me quick ok I need to get back home." He was too curt and I guess I was a bit surprised like Tehran he didn't even try to mumble a hello though it would be in the foundation of harsh scorching distaste and with the feel of utter detestation and raw deception. This proved to be the open evidence to how angry Scott was with Tehran. Well she deserved it after all but the quizzical part that it was unexpected in her part that Scott was being crude to her.
" Scott don't act like this, can't we talk like we use to, in a friendly manner." Tehran's statement echoed with a sort of pleading and perseverance to calm Scott of his fury towards her. I layman's term she wanted Scott to be all buddy-buddy with her. If I was not the apparition in the picture I swear I would have slapped her. I swear I would punch her consciousness into the arms of Armageddon. Why this aspiring heat facing on Tehran? I'll tell you –she is a rotten bitch! I mean the day when we came back to school our friends turned their backs on us, told us to remove ourselves from their sites but Scott…he hadn't expected the same coming from Tehran. He had considered Tehran as a good friend though she could be inciting at time regarding Jean but the way her copper coals looked at him, it seemed that once the bronze may have been the magma vessels of a teeming volcano. She looked at him only once and that with an awful scar on her visage and then swayed her eyes to rest on something else, indicating Scott was a grotesque abhorrence that her spheres protested to refrain from. Scott's lips gaped, not only as shock forcefully pried them open but also the perplexed creature really did wrench his heart. He hadn't expected this…at least not from Tehran.
" Listen Tehran," Scott started after a few second interval, presumably he was more angered by her ignorance on that specific detail, and he really didn't want to shout for one reason it'll attract individuals secondly he didn't want to lose control for that posed as an serious issue in other's eyes considering he was a mutant, " I understand you can never accept me ok, I'm a mutant nothing will change that and its something that you can't change as well. If you came here to assist the part of the student body that do want us removed. Than your mission is a failure so thank you and goodbye."
Scoot was in every possible way to depart and it looked through even through the minor change in his face that the sooner it happened the better for him. Tehran, however, was indeed in resolute nature, she was going to make Scott hear out and the costs she was willing to pay no matter how high. She stood with her arms outstretched being the cascade to his exit. Boy, I thought folding my arms in exasperation, She really is going to blab and she looks like she will do anything to make him hear her out. Scott tried to dodge her positioned shield but Tehran edged frontward not allowing him to do so, and Scott was getting too irked and honestly he just didn't want to push her roughly aside for Scott didn't want it to lead to any type of commotion.
" Tehran," Scott's tone was very stern and strict, to him it clearly sketched that Tehran was playing a sick game. But honestly it Scott's sour behavior he forgot to look at her deeply, Tehran was silently crying. Ok even a hypocrite wouldn't be that good at crying, something wasn't right I could smell the fume of it in the air like a sudden weight being imprinted on it. Could it be Tehran still had feelings for Scott? Well I kinda doubted it but her current demeanor was a well opposing argument. Scott was being quite annoyed right now and so he persuaded further, " I need to go home. Please stop botherin' me."
" No Scott you don't understand, I didn't mean my attitude that day you see I—" Tehran was speaking in rapid yet comprehensive lines and the nervousness edged into her was undeniable yet Scott was blinded by frustration to spot it he just slowly pushed her aside, not caring anymore that it could bring harm or not, and walked along the way. Tehran's reaction was immediate and predictable, she found her knees attaching themselves on the ground and her hands tried to abstain the waters of sorrow but they found means of escape even through the. For a period of thirty minutes she kept on shedding to decrease the flood of undying pain in her. I was just the spectator and a cloaked one in that, for a fraction of a second I thought did feel sympathetic for her but it fled as quickly as it came like a particle of dust who hasn't chosen to stay rather continuing his journey with wind. After that Tehran was able to gather some proportion of weight to carry her home but I was uncertain it was going to be an easy road for her.
I finally got out and felt rather invigorated to be in the open, it was becoming a loathing being in stealth for such a length. I stretched my limbs a bit feeling the fresh breeze of freedom. Instead of performing the same gesture as the other two had done. I decided to stay for a while and I neared the thick-steeled railings of the roof and permitted myself to bent down and well sort of dangle out from them. I knew that it was late and I had a feeling that the others might get a bit worried for my uninformed absence yet seeing the peaceful sky wearing its lightest blue gown, the sun in its finest mood and the clouds celebrating the atmosphere by lying themselves across the cerulean body, I found a sense of peace as the wind touched my hair. I thought about the event that unfolded just now and found myself in questioning for Tehran's present persona. What was so important she had to tell in Scott? After reaching unsatisfactory conclusions I decided to just leave it be and let time be the bearer of the reply. I was just staring at objects when suddenly something caught my eye's interest in such a caliber I found fear rising in me. There was someone, or something to be truthfully exact sitting on a thin line of the telephone wire. The part of the wire it was sitting on was so thin that even birds may caution themselves while approaching it while it stationed itself there with ease. It turned around and our eyes met and I thought I would lose my sensible hold due to the fear. Its face was hidden by hair…or was it fur…I quite don't know what it was.
You're in danger, a voice told me and it seemed to be coming from it or was it a she, the voice was cold as though the vocal chords of this creature was bathing in ice but it sounded almost feminine so it had to be a girl.
What the hell, I thought in confusion and fear, what was she talking about and who was she, what was she? I just couldn't think straight. I looked at her, this strange human-like creature. Her body was similar to a human's but it was covered with fur and she was wearing the garments of a beautiful yet a flowing white dress, which swayed like white-hot fire. I couldn't see her face properly for it was being covered by obsidian locks that talked of a darkness that did inhibit the night, one that could imprison the moon, the stars and the clouds and rest it with eternal black…or was it another pattern of fur I just wasn't sure. The part of the face I could make out was also furry and her ears were long and slender like a cat's but what got me most were those gleaming orbs, which seemed to be blood soaked cherries.
"What the hell?" should not be the question but it should be "Is Hell near me?" the girl answered me, her voice echoing like a cavern full of water and it was so chilled I guess its conceiving was in some remote iced region where the land only knew frost.
I was so scared that I almost tripped; this person can hear my mind and though even I took refuge in some deeper area of my mind to bury the fear that choked me would she follow. I decided I had to converse with this strange being, who…what are you?
That does not matter, you will find out soon, just beware of him, he will become your friend but then jab the dagger in you, you must resist him, though he will be gifted with unearthly charms, he wants you, but you will not satisfy his lust for you, her voice picked a serious state and its echoing chords seemed to pick up more velocity as though an earthquake was shuddering the water cavern.
Why? Who is he…huh, my mind started slipping away somewhere, some other landscape aside from reality. Everything that my mind laid its structure on seemed to vanish in an instance; everything became as light as the serene currents of wind and air. I found my subconscious entering the frontal part of my mind but it too was surprised for the sudden awakening. What was happening? Why was I feeling so sleepy, I…I…the fence I'm dangling from it, I…I'm…in mere inches from falling…I…have…have…to do something…I…I…I…I…have to…I…I…
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– Kitty's Point Of View
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It was dark, too dark, like the whole world somehow seemed to cover itself with the quilt of space. There were some sounds however, they were vague and distant and to me they held no familiar threads to my knowledge, it seemed someone was speaking but I couldn't understand what the person was saying. I focused my mind so it catches each letter, each word, each sentence but it was a fruitless effort, I still couldn't managed to apprehend anything, not a single dialect. Soon there was a sudden twitch of a slashing type movement and then light appeared. I stepped a bit back, a bit surprised by the unexpected glitch in the once enveloping darkness. But I wasn't complaining, this strange occurring was actually a blessing in my part though the light was faint as if it were the dying breaths of an aging candle. I looked around in a revolving manner, I was in a room, or so it appeared, the walls of it were painted in some bizarre cursive symbols, like some ancient language or something. Then the voice got deeper and I turned around and screamed and almost immediately fell to the ground and started commanding my fallen frame to edge backwards far away it could possibly reach. It was a face that horrified me, a face that made mummification look like a dandelion. It was a girl, or was it girl, I mean half of her face or shall I say body-contained skin while the other half didn't. Instead it was scorched flesh proving signs of fire's hunger towards her. The girl was only clad in a white robe and her eyes and visage resembled…resembled mine! Was I getting paranoid, no, though she was in this unpleasant state there was still an essence of beauty radiating from her and she looked a bit older than I. Her mouth opened and I perceived that she had been the one speaking all this time and she started saying her foreign tongue once more, "Maphorus dente chiri." Her voice was soft and wavy like honey and she approached me in a gentle fashion seeing my fear and then stood still in an appropriate distance.
Do not be afraid child, this
voice it was new and belonged to another and not this person but of another
girl whose voice was exceedingly chilly like frozen streams in winter.
" Ferlusoti
margeretu signami dero blioh de tomoro mei rikisei," she spoke her tranquil
tone eased me and made me disrobe the fear I had due to her frame and I found
myself losing the quantities of pressure that had occupied me, "dero himeresi
mege ferro te dero charse ois ofe dero asipe."
But you must be
cautious of him, he seeks your blood, The princess may fall to the charms of
the asp, the iced tone emitted once more and the echoic effect it carried
made feel a bit of fear's nails plunge in me again. Then realization clasped me
in a tight grip of no breaking, the other voice was translating what this girl
was saying.
"Fariki Chiri doro mato geiro hene." The girl produced her dialogue and then without any warning she smiled and I faced her back as she drifted away to the perpetual darkness. My right hand raised itself, an attempt to make her stop and explain but she had already disappeared.
Farewell child, we will meet each other in future, the voice of that wavy nature replied making me understand the final words of the strange girl. I looked down and I realized I was in a labyrinth of puzzles. I tried to piece up all the sentences but they made no sense like the puzzle had many parts missing and it was my obligation to find them. All of a sudden, the flame died away and I gasped in fear, what just happened. But to my relief, which stroked my heart down, I could still see myself in that pitch abyss but then My comfort tore away. There was something walking towards me, I couldn't even make out perfect outlines as if the thing was a child of darkness himself. Soon I heard it speak.
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty cat, you seem so vulnerable, the tone was very steady and was not too cold or rough but it was craved with hidden malice and notorious desires, I smelled it even it was veiled.
My heart was quickening its beats as panic of such great force started infecting it and was clutching it and making it suffocated. My mind was lost in the debris of confusion of not being prepared in this situation. I felt as though fear was slithering its body around me, it kissed my form with its venom that made my body sleep in submission. But then I felt two arms around and the heat of perplexed poison turned into the cold of unknown origins. I slightly turned my head and say her. It was another girl but her appearance was as uniquely strange as the other. Her whole body was covered with the fur that was adorned on a cat, her nails seemed as sharp and so were her ears and her eyes. They were pure crimson as blood when it blends with the innocent snow. Her hair or upper fur was black as the aging stone. Her face was veiled -by the abyss of her hair and the room. Before I knew what was occurring I was being pulled with such a velocity that I screamed my heart out to escape from the pull…
" Kitty!
Kitty!" a voice called me, it was fine one, which contained qualities of a
recognizable one. I think my mind was functioning well enough for I recalled
knowing this person.
" Lance," My eyes gained enough
strength to open but they were shut again by the light that emitted from the
electrical beams above. I opened them once more; I saw chestnut, ripe chestnut
spheres that looked highly sensual and locks that seemed to be in the shade of
the tree that bore such a luscious delight. But those chestnut orbs were
cornered as though seeking shelter from a storm, I realized that he was
extremely concerned about me and I realized why, I was lying on the floor of
the classroom and I heard the bell of school's closure ringing, "What
happened?"
" You tell me Kitty," his voice full of unwavering determination to protect me from anything and aid me in finding my footing again, he seemed to hurl question marks at me as well as the other students gyrating me, " You were screaming, Telling it to stop, what's wrong Kitty?"
" I just don't know." I know I was partially lying I remembered every detail of that dream or whatever it was but I didn't understand what it meant but I remember that girl pulling me in as if she were trying to kill me…
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– Rogue's Point Of View
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" Miss Rogue!!!!" the cry was in such an immense aptitude it penetrated through my dream state and I looked and saw I was falling. I screamed but a hand got me right on time and I had no bruise except the cloth that covered my right arm was completely torn.
I was picked up and saw my savior –Mitskake. He was breathing with such depth that I guessed I must've strangled his heart. I looked around frantically but that strange girl had vanished and I heard Mitskake panting voice of anxiety, "Miss Rogue what happened?"
" I don't know," I knew I was in his arms like the way I was in one of my previous dreams and I felt safer than I ever had in my entire existence, " I don't understand I—" I stopped and saw what Mitskake was touching. My fully exposed arm! He was touching my bare arm with his bare hand. I looked up and saw Mitskake, aside from his worried look nothing affected his being…Then I discovered that Mitskake was no ordinary human being, he…he was different, far different than a mutant…
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– End Of Rogue's Point Of View
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Unknown to them someone was watching intently as Mitskake held Rogue in his arms. He saw her quizzical face written with shock and more confusion as Mitskake seemed immune to her powers while even Magneto, an exceedingly strong mutant, couldn't adapt himself from that. He glared knowing what was happening and he knew how much trouble this could bring to Rogue, I must see to it that she knows how dangerous Mitskake really is…
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Ok that was the end of chapter four. I hoped you liked it! Listen the reason for the late update was that my Grandmother died recently and I know you people understand. She wasn't really that old so here's a tribute to her: -
"
The snow is very pure,
I know that I'm sure.
It lives under winter's light
And makes its way through the starry night.
But when the sun is on its way
Goodbye is something its bound to say.
But it promises to return in time
And bless us again with its chilly rhyme.
But when a soul leaves this earth
The immense
mass of clayey dirt
It will
never ever return
And that is the hard truth we have to learn."
Well that's the poem I wrote for her. Its something I wanted to get of my chest that's all. Well guys I'll update as soon as I can Oh yeah please read the book Wolverine: Origin. God it's got Wolverine's whole story from his childhood to his real name (That's right guys Logan ain't his real name). So those of you who haven't read it Go and Bye it now! Ok guys onwards to chapter five!
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