Title: Save Me
Author: Tasa-chan
Email: chibi_soap@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I own... everyone but Logan ^_^ yay! But I don't own Xmen :S
Feedback: Pretty please??
Rating: PG-13, may change later.
Warnings: language, descriptive (slightly) deaths...
Save Me 6
"I can't go on as long as I believe
Can't let go when I keep wondering"
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Ronnie shook his head a couple times and blinked. "Woah. I completely just blanked." he told them, still a little dazed.
Kaylee smiled at him, "I hate it when that happens to me." She patted him on the shoulder. Her stomach grumbled loudly at her.
Ronnie grinned back. "How about that dinner and shower? I'll bet you two are starving."
"I am." Darren admitted.
Ronnie turned and headed back to the restaurant, Darren and Kaylee in tow.
"Darren!" Kaylee hissed, "what about the cashier?! Won't she recognize us?"
"Hmm... why don't you work you magic. Make a water bottle leak or something and she'll be too busy cleaning it up to notice." Darren suggested. "Or we could just tell him to wait till tomorrow." Kaylee's stomach groaned in reply.
"I'm so hungry..." she moaned. "But my control isn't that good... what if it goes all psycho on me again and kills someone?!"
"Shh... it won't" Darren calmed her as he opened the class door. "Do it." Kaylee sighed and concentrated on the fridges as she walked past. She opened a door and a few water bottles exploded, sending water everywhere. Kaylee left the door open and darted away. She heard a faint cry from across the room. She spun and saw a woman staring at her tipped-over glass.
"Did you see that, Esther?! My drink just jumped out at me!"
"Mary, I think you're imagining things. It just got knocked over." Her friend explained, ignoring her friend's protests.
"Kaylee, come on!" Darren called to her. Kaylee turned and ran down the hallway after him. Ronnie stopped in front of a door with a large number 2 on it and squinted down at the pair of keys in his hands.
"Here's one of them." he explained, holding out the key. Darren took the key and handed it to Kaylee.
"Ladies first."
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Kaylee let out a long sigh of contentment. She hadn't felt hot water in months. Even at the camp, the water had seemed to constantly have been lukewarm-warm. She reveled in the feeling of warmth and cleanliness for a long while before emerging from the shower stall refreshed. She wrapped a towel around herself and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She faintly recalled the long-haired teenager she once had been. Now she felt like an adult, even if her age was still in the teens.
She sighed and turned away, pulling on her clothes and drying her hair. She still wore his shirt, the one he'd given her so long ago. She clasped the worn material in her hands and closed her eyes.
A knock on the door startled her.
"Yes?" she called out. A muffled, 'Kaylee, you almost done?' was heard from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, just a minute," she called back. Kaylee collected her key and necklace, slipped on her sneakers and opened the door. Goosebumps flares up and down her limbs.
"Oh my God, its freezing out here!" She cried. Darren laughed and started walking.
"Ronnie's in the restaurant waiting for us." He informed her. The two made their way over to the tables.
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She rolled over and pulled the blanket higher up on her shoulders. The unwelcome morning air nipped at the patch of exposed skin that was her face. A shiver that started at the base of her spine ran right through her, fully waking her up. She could hear faint snoring in front of her. Kaylee nudged the curtain open and peeked out.
"Good morning!" Ronnie smiled, glancing away from the road back at her. Kaylee smiled politely and pulled the blankets up around her.
"Darren still asleep?" She asked, leaning forward to get a glimpse of Darren. Indeed he was still asleep, out like a light he was.
Ronnie's truck had a small bed in the back of the cab, instead of storage space or a second seat. A black curtain separated the bed from the rest of the cramped cab. Hundreds of switches and glowing panels covered the dashboard.
Outside, dozens of evergreen trees whizzed by. The black asphalt road seemed to stretch on forever ahead of them.
"So, you two a runaway couple?" Ronnie asked, breaking the silence. Kaylee gaped at him. Her vocal chords attempted to make a coherent sound, but nothing came out. She coughed and brushed her hair out of her face.
"No, no. Nothing like that." She explained, glancing at Darren's sleeping form. "What gave you that idea?"
Ronnie chuckled seemingly to himself. "Well, a boy and a girl your age, alone. In the middle of nowhere. How else would that happen? I doubt it was a morning walk." Kaylee almost smiled.
"He's helping me," she told him. "Personal problems."
Ronnie nodded, keeping his gaze on the road. He reached over and turned a dial. The vents spewed warm air into the truck's cab.
Kaylee curled up in her blankets and leaned against the back wall. She spotted a family portrait pinned up on the wall beside her. There was a little girl with short, corn silk-blond hair. An older boy with short light brown hair. A woman with darker, shorter blond hair smiled beside a tall man with glasses and dark hair.
"Is this you family?" She asked.
Ronnie answered without even turning back. "Yeah, thats them. Carolyn and Jason are the kids, and my wife is Marlo."
Kaylee gazed up at the picture a bit longer. "What're they like?"
Ronnie answered with a smile warming his voice. Jason was interested in motorcycles, like every pre-teen boy out there. Carolyn wanted to be a vet. He met his wife in high school. They were a picture-perfect family. Almost. Ronnie was never home anymore. His son was supposed to be graduating grade eight in a few months, and he wouldn't be there to see it. He hadn't been home in the last few Christmases or Easters either. "Things between Marlo and me, well- they ain't that great lately." Ronnie concluded. "She's tired of me never being home with her and the kids."
"Don't worry. Things will work out, I know they will!" Kaylee urged. "If you believe they won't... then they won't."
"I'll try." Ronnie assured her.
I believe... Kaylee thought to herself. You're still out there, I know it. Even her thoughts sounded uncertain.
And the trip went on in silence.
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Cold metal rested beneath him, slowly warming with his body heat. He came to awareness almost instantly, but he pretended to still be asleep. His nose pried at the air for clues, and what he got confused him. He smelled medical equipment. Chemicals. Cold metal. And....
And perfume? The last one was a puzzling matter. Perfume certainly did not belong in here. But they'd gotten him again. He knew it. Cold hands traced lines down his forearms and paused between his knuckles. How could there be only one? And no restraints? Logan's mind raced with confusement as his captor flipped his hand over and drove a needle inside his flesh. This was it! Logan jumped off the table and held his captor tight around the neck.
Wait a minute. Red hair? RED hair? It wasn't her, it wasn't... where the hell was he? He dropped the woman when he sensed no one else approaching and fled. She dropped to the floor and coughed a few times.
It's not her. Can't be her. That was the mantra flowing through his mind. A mechanical whirring and a click broke the string of thoughts, and he turned to see what it was, but merely saw a shut door where he'd just run through. His heaving chest made him aware of the medical equipment still attached to his chest, and impaled in his arm. He promptly removed them, cautiously turned to his left, and stalked down the hallway. He smelled people more in this direction than the others. Like they visited this area frequently, or recently. Maybe it was an exit, he hoped. Rounding the corned he found nothing but a few creepy-looking outfits. He could swear her heard someone whisper,
"Where's he going?" He spun around, but saw, and smelled no one. He eyed the suits up and deemed them too weird to wear. He was inspecting a visor with a single ruby lens when a slightly opened closet caught his eye. He yanked a sweater out and threw it on.
He went on his way searching for an exit. A daunting voice asked,
"Where are you going?" Logan jumped and looked around. No one. He hid behind a section of the wall that curved out and focused on his senses. What the hell had he been given to make him start- Mechanical whirring made him jump out of his skin and turn around. A round yellow room where there was blue walls before.
"Over here." Some one whispered. Logan snuck closer and peeked inside. He didn't see anyone, but maybe...
The door shut around him and he felt movement. His muscles tensed and the room stopped, moved down a bit, and then the door slid open.
No one was there waiting to jump him? Well.. Tokay. he cautiously stepped outside of the elevator and glanced down a richly decorated hallway. This couldn't be right.
"Where are you going?" Someone asked. His head flung around and saw no one.
"This way." Someone else said.
"He's over there."
Logan was fed up with these voices, he dashed down the hallway to the nearest door. Only to find it locked. Of course. He thought about popping his claws, but rushing footsteps above told him a bunch of people were coming. He fled and hid behind a square support. The people rushed by, sounding like kids. Which only confused him more. He looked after them and surely, it was a group of teenagers. Logan turned and glanced at the stairs they'd just come from. He was formatting a plan when something drew his attention to a pair of large doors across the room from him. Logan ran for all he was worth, jumping over furniture and quickly opening the door and slipping inside. He shut the door and he knew he wasn't alone.
He'd made a big mistake.
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Lyrical Quote: "Where are you now?" Britney Spears
Whew! I thought I'd never finish this one! I was just plain out of ideas. I knew how I wanted the next few chapters to come out, and the ending, but not how I wanted this one to go at all! I had lots of school work to do and I kept saying, "when christmas break comes, I'll do it then." Then I got sick. I thought maybe I'd think of something while I was sick in bed the past few days. Nothing. This afternoon in the shower I get the best idea for this story! But ofcourse not for this chapter. I sat at my computer for hours, and I just said to myself, "no more. just type it up and get it out!" so I did. Hopefully I can get out a better chapter before Christmas, this one sucked! (thanks to my reviewers... its only you guys that keeps me going)