Shadow Knight
Alone
Chapter 2: Eyes in the Night
Disclaimer: What do you think? I own them? BWAHAHAHAHAHA! ^0^
Note: Okay…After much consideration (and an idea for a plot), I have decided to continue the story. I'm not very sure where this will all lead to, but if you have any ideas, speak your mind and review! ^_^ All reviews are welcome….just please don't flame me! -_-* Anyways, on with the story!
She's gone. Simple as that. I could feel it as sharp as a needle's prick. There was something missing, missing from a part of me when she left, heading out the door. I could feel it in the deep recesses of my mind. It seems as if I could feel her very essence, her very….presence. But she's gone now. I can already feel the sharp, lethal claws of my own mind, full of doubts and insecurities, begin to claw at my heart, threatening to throw me into a gaping hole of depression. She wouldn't leave me, us, on purpose, right? I know that she could always go out late on nights and go to a party or out somewhere to expel her depressions, but….deep down I could feel it. That she was gone. That she wasn't going to come back to me, us.
From the first time I met her, I was somewhat wary of her, knowing that she wanted space, a lot of it. But, as time went on, I could see behind her gothic mask, a façade of dark purples, greens, and pale skin. I could see behind her cover of hair, hiding the tears that would course down her cheeks sometimes, causing my own heart to bleed. It was strange indeed. Or maybe she was just strange. Maybe I was. Either way, I knew that she wasn't all she seemed. There was something about her I couldn't put my finger on, but I knew it was there. One day, or night, I finally was able to figure it out. She was sad. I only saw it once, but it was enough to convince me to help her, to help her from doing it again. From trying to hurt herself.
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I remember it like a vivid nightmare, straight out of some horror flick. It was in the middle of the night and I had to let out some bodily fluids. Yet, as I headed toward the bathroom, I noticed a sliver of light, peek at me and as if taunting me with a childish grin. Pulled by a sudden impulse, I went and peeked through the small crack the door provided me.
That's when I heard her. She was speaking to herself, as if she was crying. I rested my ear on the door. The next few sentences she spoke were burned in my mind like a hot iron, branded forever. I'll never forget, not even if I went and got brainwashed be the Professor Xavier. No, I doubt he'd even want to hear them.
"Why do they keep this act up," I heard her mumble as tears choked her voice, "Why do they pretend to care? It's not like I don't notice. I know they hate me. That they fear me like a human would a mutant. But….aren't we all mutants? Shouldn't they like me too? I hate it. I hate how they act, as if they care. As if they want to protect me. I hate it! …….But, did they ever truly, even once? This pain…it hurts. Too much. I hate to even think that I've sunk this low to cut myself to feel better. But,….was I ever on a higher level? I can't….that feels better…."
He ran into the bathroom, determined to demand her to explain what she was talking about. Yet, when I stepped into the bathroom, he stopped, frozen in shock at what he saw. She sat there, slumped against the toilet as if drunk. He took a slow step toward her, his eyes growing dark as he took in the disturbing scene. In her right hand, she held a shattered fragment of a broken mirror that lied beside her. On her left arm was a long gash, blood pouring from it in slow drops, each more agonizing than the next. He felt something change in his heart for this sad, lonely girl. He felt a true compassion for her. He felt the need to help her. And be a friend to her with as much as he could, or she would allow.
Leaning down, he wrapped her jagged cut in a one of the towels he could find. Holding it tightly as to stop the flow, he looked up at her for a moment and stared into her face. He saw the tears run their courses down her cheeks, carrying her thick mascara with it. Reaching a hand, he tried to cradle her face, but averted his hand to stroke her hair just in time.
Resting her head slightly against his chest. Looking down at her bowed head her head reflected the light causing a soft halo to glare slightly off her hair. With one hand still holding her left arm, he hugged her slightly and looked down at her. One question continuing to course through his mind. Why Rogue, why?
~
I gripped my head as the memories came, unbidden to me. I wanted to forget, yet….I didn't. It showed me that she wasn't all she seemed. She wasn't a cold hearted person. No, she was just lonely. Lost like a forlorn child. I looked deep outside where the cold snow was falling in beautiful silence. Almost a deadly silence. Each step I took toward the door seemed to be more loud than the last, each seeming to echo as if to reveal me. As I reached the door, I knew I couldn't open it or I would wake everyone up, or at least someone. With my feet just barely touching the floor, I slipped under the window, and with as much silence as I could muster, pushed it up and crawled through the window. I saw my breath come off in slithering puffs that rose high in the air until winking out in the dark sky. Grabbing my coat tightly, I wrapped it around me, trying to block out the piercing cold. Looking about to see if anyone saw me, I ran out and began my search for Rogue. For the girl I cared about, my friend.
~
Okie dokie! I finally added a new chapter and already have an idea for the next! Joy! ^_^ But if you do have any ideas, please do review and tell me! I do appreciate it! Anywho, can you guess who this is? Tell me! I bet you're gonna be WAY off! ^_^
Alone
Chapter 2: Eyes in the Night
Disclaimer: What do you think? I own them? BWAHAHAHAHAHA! ^0^
Note: Okay…After much consideration (and an idea for a plot), I have decided to continue the story. I'm not very sure where this will all lead to, but if you have any ideas, speak your mind and review! ^_^ All reviews are welcome….just please don't flame me! -_-* Anyways, on with the story!
She's gone. Simple as that. I could feel it as sharp as a needle's prick. There was something missing, missing from a part of me when she left, heading out the door. I could feel it in the deep recesses of my mind. It seems as if I could feel her very essence, her very….presence. But she's gone now. I can already feel the sharp, lethal claws of my own mind, full of doubts and insecurities, begin to claw at my heart, threatening to throw me into a gaping hole of depression. She wouldn't leave me, us, on purpose, right? I know that she could always go out late on nights and go to a party or out somewhere to expel her depressions, but….deep down I could feel it. That she was gone. That she wasn't going to come back to me, us.
From the first time I met her, I was somewhat wary of her, knowing that she wanted space, a lot of it. But, as time went on, I could see behind her gothic mask, a façade of dark purples, greens, and pale skin. I could see behind her cover of hair, hiding the tears that would course down her cheeks sometimes, causing my own heart to bleed. It was strange indeed. Or maybe she was just strange. Maybe I was. Either way, I knew that she wasn't all she seemed. There was something about her I couldn't put my finger on, but I knew it was there. One day, or night, I finally was able to figure it out. She was sad. I only saw it once, but it was enough to convince me to help her, to help her from doing it again. From trying to hurt herself.
~
I remember it like a vivid nightmare, straight out of some horror flick. It was in the middle of the night and I had to let out some bodily fluids. Yet, as I headed toward the bathroom, I noticed a sliver of light, peek at me and as if taunting me with a childish grin. Pulled by a sudden impulse, I went and peeked through the small crack the door provided me.
That's when I heard her. She was speaking to herself, as if she was crying. I rested my ear on the door. The next few sentences she spoke were burned in my mind like a hot iron, branded forever. I'll never forget, not even if I went and got brainwashed be the Professor Xavier. No, I doubt he'd even want to hear them.
"Why do they keep this act up," I heard her mumble as tears choked her voice, "Why do they pretend to care? It's not like I don't notice. I know they hate me. That they fear me like a human would a mutant. But….aren't we all mutants? Shouldn't they like me too? I hate it. I hate how they act, as if they care. As if they want to protect me. I hate it! …….But, did they ever truly, even once? This pain…it hurts. Too much. I hate to even think that I've sunk this low to cut myself to feel better. But,….was I ever on a higher level? I can't….that feels better…."
He ran into the bathroom, determined to demand her to explain what she was talking about. Yet, when I stepped into the bathroom, he stopped, frozen in shock at what he saw. She sat there, slumped against the toilet as if drunk. He took a slow step toward her, his eyes growing dark as he took in the disturbing scene. In her right hand, she held a shattered fragment of a broken mirror that lied beside her. On her left arm was a long gash, blood pouring from it in slow drops, each more agonizing than the next. He felt something change in his heart for this sad, lonely girl. He felt a true compassion for her. He felt the need to help her. And be a friend to her with as much as he could, or she would allow.
Leaning down, he wrapped her jagged cut in a one of the towels he could find. Holding it tightly as to stop the flow, he looked up at her for a moment and stared into her face. He saw the tears run their courses down her cheeks, carrying her thick mascara with it. Reaching a hand, he tried to cradle her face, but averted his hand to stroke her hair just in time.
Resting her head slightly against his chest. Looking down at her bowed head her head reflected the light causing a soft halo to glare slightly off her hair. With one hand still holding her left arm, he hugged her slightly and looked down at her. One question continuing to course through his mind. Why Rogue, why?
~
I gripped my head as the memories came, unbidden to me. I wanted to forget, yet….I didn't. It showed me that she wasn't all she seemed. She wasn't a cold hearted person. No, she was just lonely. Lost like a forlorn child. I looked deep outside where the cold snow was falling in beautiful silence. Almost a deadly silence. Each step I took toward the door seemed to be more loud than the last, each seeming to echo as if to reveal me. As I reached the door, I knew I couldn't open it or I would wake everyone up, or at least someone. With my feet just barely touching the floor, I slipped under the window, and with as much silence as I could muster, pushed it up and crawled through the window. I saw my breath come off in slithering puffs that rose high in the air until winking out in the dark sky. Grabbing my coat tightly, I wrapped it around me, trying to block out the piercing cold. Looking about to see if anyone saw me, I ran out and began my search for Rogue. For the girl I cared about, my friend.
~
Okie dokie! I finally added a new chapter and already have an idea for the next! Joy! ^_^ But if you do have any ideas, please do review and tell me! I do appreciate it! Anywho, can you guess who this is? Tell me! I bet you're gonna be WAY off! ^_^