Shadow Knight

Alone

Chapter 3: Falling Away

Disclaimer: I only wish people, I only wish. . . .--

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Hey! I have another chapter up, isn't it amazing? I know! I'm so happy! And now, you will find out who this guy is! Exciting huh? Well, just one thing I want to mention that will change your mind on who the guy is. I'll tell you that when I said that he cared about her, it wasn't exactly a love- love relationship. It's little less than that. As I said it's like their friends. . . .get it???? Alright, here we go!

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Snow. It was all around me. A dancing storm of white falling fragments, littering the ground with its cold, delicate beauty. Yet, as I trumped through the snow, it turned to mush, swirling around the bottom of my shoes, reminding me the reason why I had come out into the night, the snow falling quietly. I had to find her. My friend. Brushing a finger against my eyes, I swiped at the snowflakes clinging to my eyelashes, playfully latched in an attempt to blind me. Shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my jacket, I took another crunching step.

As I flicked my eyes to look upon the dark roads, I felt a chill reach down and prick at my back with bitter fingers, making me shudder. Reaching up subconsciously, I pulled the collar of my jacket higher around my neck, trying to ward off the cold wind. Yet, I knew that it wasn't the cold that was bothering me so, but my own disturbing thoughts. I knew she had to be somewhere out here. She couldn't have gone far, but it still made me nervous. What if she got hit? What someone's hurting her? I had to find out soon, or I would drive myself into a deep pool of insanity, waiting to burn my mind with agonizing thoughts.

More determined, I began to walk much more swiftly, each step making another slushy mess of liquid. I had tried to see if she had left any tracks from the mansion, but I knew she was too smart to leave such an obvious trail. No, if she did, I wouldn't admire her for her cleverness so much. Looking around once more, I noticed that the moon had crawled its way above the tree tops and steadily rose in the nights air. Fingers of pale, silvery moonlight reached out and stretched across the earth, illuminating the field of white snow with an odd glow. I knew from experience that I could usually blend in with the surroundings with ease, but now, I felt completely exposed, vulnerable even.

I have to find Rogue, I reminded myself. With my hair drowned from the snow melting on my hair, I bent over for a minute and tried to remove the offending droplets. Shaking my head roughly toward the ground, I suddenly stopped as my eyes fell upon something I had not seen before. There, lying half hidden in the newly fallen powder was a small boot print. Just the heel was exposed, but it was quite enough for me.

Stepping forward a foot, I searched for another foot print. To my great pleasure, I stumbled upon more, leading up into the deep shadows of the woods. Pulling myself up right, I began to follow the tracks, eyes trained with keen observation. Soon I found myself on the edge of the woods, leading out into a new patch of land. Heading toward the exit, I suddenly took a step back when I found myself on the edge of a large clearing. I noticed that the green grass seemed untouched by the cold flakes of snow. How odd. . . I thought.

Suddenly, I heard a small shuffle of clothing. Turning my head sharply toward the noise, I jumped back slightly to face my opponent. Yet, I found none. Scratching the bridge of my nose with puzzlement, I was about to head out of the clearing when I again heard the sound of movement, yet this time it was accompanied by a low sob. Twisting slowly, I stared with silent eyes until they fell upon the crumpled figure of a person. Walking with quiet strides, I reached the figure and squatted down to the eye level of the person, or at least what would be as I found the figure would not turn around.

Reaching out a tentative hand, I rested it lightly on the shoulder of the figure. Under my fingertips, I could feel the person tense up immediately under my touch. Pulling forward, the figure pulled out of my hands and kept away from me, avoiding my eyes. I sighed and scooted closer to the person. Pulling my coat off my shoulders, I draped the light coat around the figure's shoulders. Waiting a few minutes, I parted my lips and spoke to its back.

"Why don't you face me, Rogue? You know I don't like being ignored."

I watched as she seemed to consider my question. Finally, she turned to face me. I noticed that she had her hair in a small ponytail, yet left her white bangs to hang around her face, framing the pale face that was bowed down from me. I also noticed her attire with faint surprise. Yet, I knew that she was trying to get away, unnoticed later by others.

I discerned that as she raised her hands to her eyes that she was wiping away tears. She was never one to try and let others see her true self. Reaching a hand to place on her head, I tilted it back and made her face me. Her eyes were still downcast, refusing to face me. Yet, a small frown on her face was enough to tell him what she was feeling. I tried to give her a hug to comfort her sadness, but she pulled away from me. Standing up, my eyes wide with surprise, she grabbed a small duffel bag next to her and looked down on me.

"Don't follow me. Ah don't want your sympathy," she said with bitter eyes. "Please? Just leave. I don't want to resort to making you go home the hard way." With that, she turned her back to me and turned to leave.

Jumping from my shaken position, I ran and grabbed her by the shoulder. "Why do you want to leave us? Don't you like it at the mansion?" I knew it was a stupid question, but I thought there were no stupid questions in this kind of situation. She stopped and turned to face me.

A sad smile crept on her face, but I could tell her pain was much more deep than that. Reaching out a gloved hand, she patted my cheek lightly. "Ah can't tell you. Ah don't want to make you listen to my pathetic excuse. Just. . . just go. Ah'll be okay. Ya know that." Suddenly her eyes turned hard as a stern expression grew on her face "Now leave. Ah will not give ya another chance."

She turned away from me, starting again to exit from the clearing, and out of my life. I knew that she was sad and miserable at the mansion, but I couldn't let her leave his life again. It would be too much for me to loose another person from my life. Reaching out for her shoulders, I tugged hard, almost as if hugging her for one last time. Yet, I wanted to hold on forever. I felt her pull away from my embrace. Opening my closed eyes, I looked at her. Reaching out again, I was taken aback when suddenly she whipped around sharply and shot out her bare hand. Feeling her hand on my cheek, I suddenly felt a jolt run through me. I had felt this once, but not so vividly.

I could almost feel a part of my soul go out from me, pulling along with it some life force and my power. They walked hand in hand as they were pulled through the pale fingers that rested on my cheek. I could feel blackness of unconsciousness grip on the edge of my vision and slowly flood. Yet, she pulled away at the last instant and I fell upon the ground, unable to support myself. She looked down on me. With a small sad smile, she used my powers and disappeared, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I could feel my own tears prick at my eyes. Closing my eyes, I summoned the last bit of power I could and teleported to the one person I knew who really cared for Rogue as much as I did. I soon found myself in the Brotherhood's house.

I landed roughly on the ground, a cough sputtering from me. Suddenly, I felt two hands grip me gruffly and forced me to my feet. "What do you want, X-Geek," a voice demanded with annoyance.

Opening my eyes, not caring if he saw the tears roll down my cheeks, I whispered to the man, "Save my swiezer, Pietro. Go get her before she leaves us all." Seeing the stunned expression of the white haired boy, the pain took over and soon I joined the darkness of unconsciousness.

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Okay! Now if you don't know who that is, than you are one seriously X-Men evo deprived person. Well, incase you still don't know, it's Kurt. I know I got a review saying that if it was Kurt, it would be gross, but as I mentioned in the top, I didn't say he LOVED her. I just said that he CARED about her. I wanted to make it seem like it could be just possibly anybody, but I guess there's some people who are just too darn smart! Oh well. . . -- Please review and tell me if you have any ideas on what to do next. Or else I'm going to be on a writer's block for a little while. . . .. I'm going for a Rietro, but I don ' t know. . . maybe I'll be influenced by my reader's reviews. . . . . . ..Until next time, I'm out.

Does anyone know how to spell sister in German????