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Freckles91: You should like this fic, twenty some chapters! Woohoo!
Alright, here's the chappie! Disclaimer: Only own Timothy!
Chapter Three
A Savior
Rogue walked down the row of lockers before her chemistry class started, she needed to grab one of her books. When she was twisting the knob on her lock, she heard a faint whimpering from the locker next to hers.
The Goth sighed.
"Wonder who's stuck in there this time," she muttered as she picked the standard lock and jerked the door open. A small, curly haired boy sat in the locker, his knees pulled up to his chin and his arms wrapped 'round them protectively.
"Did them dumb jocks stick you in there little fella?" Rogue drawled softly.
The little boy just curled up even tighter, his small shoulders shaking as he sobbed into his legs. Rogue took a closer look at the boy. Small bone horns poked out from his forehead, and his shoes lay empty because his cloven hooves were too small to fill them.
"Go away," he muttered, "you don't want to help me. I'm a freak."
Rogue chuckled softly.
"Boys howdy, you sure don't know much about me and my friends do you?" she asked the little boy.
The curly head looked up slightly. Pretty sea blue eyes stared up at Rogue. A large purple bruise framed his left eye.
"Darn bullies," Rogue muttered as she helped the tiny boy out of his locker. "They never leave you alone do they?"
The little boy sniffled and looked up at his savior.
"I'm Timothy Morlund, thanks for saving my life," he told her, extending a fragile looking hand.
Rogue smiled and took the small hand in her gloved one.
"My name's Rogue, and I just did what any good person woulda done," she told him. Then she looked done at his little hooves. She gave a small whistle. "You wanna come with me?" she asked him. "I know of a place where they train people like us, mutants, to control our powers and use them for good." She lifted his chin with a gloved finger. "You comin'?" she asked.
He nodded and picked up his backpack and followed her out into the school parking lot.
Cuteness! Do you guys like it so far? Can I ask a favor? The next time you review, could you include your age? I'd just like to know if I'm being read by my peers or what. If you don't want to you don't have to.
Freckles91: You should like this fic, twenty some chapters! Woohoo!
Alright, here's the chappie! Disclaimer: Only own Timothy!
Chapter Three
A Savior
Rogue walked down the row of lockers before her chemistry class started, she needed to grab one of her books. When she was twisting the knob on her lock, she heard a faint whimpering from the locker next to hers.
The Goth sighed.
"Wonder who's stuck in there this time," she muttered as she picked the standard lock and jerked the door open. A small, curly haired boy sat in the locker, his knees pulled up to his chin and his arms wrapped 'round them protectively.
"Did them dumb jocks stick you in there little fella?" Rogue drawled softly.
The little boy just curled up even tighter, his small shoulders shaking as he sobbed into his legs. Rogue took a closer look at the boy. Small bone horns poked out from his forehead, and his shoes lay empty because his cloven hooves were too small to fill them.
"Go away," he muttered, "you don't want to help me. I'm a freak."
Rogue chuckled softly.
"Boys howdy, you sure don't know much about me and my friends do you?" she asked the little boy.
The curly head looked up slightly. Pretty sea blue eyes stared up at Rogue. A large purple bruise framed his left eye.
"Darn bullies," Rogue muttered as she helped the tiny boy out of his locker. "They never leave you alone do they?"
The little boy sniffled and looked up at his savior.
"I'm Timothy Morlund, thanks for saving my life," he told her, extending a fragile looking hand.
Rogue smiled and took the small hand in her gloved one.
"My name's Rogue, and I just did what any good person woulda done," she told him. Then she looked done at his little hooves. She gave a small whistle. "You wanna come with me?" she asked him. "I know of a place where they train people like us, mutants, to control our powers and use them for good." She lifted his chin with a gloved finger. "You comin'?" she asked.
He nodded and picked up his backpack and followed her out into the school parking lot.
Cuteness! Do you guys like it so far? Can I ask a favor? The next time you review, could you include your age? I'd just like to know if I'm being read by my peers or what. If you don't want to you don't have to.