Shadow Knight
Alone
Deal with Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, do you?
Okay! I got the message, I know I'm bad at keeping the P.O.V. 's straight, but please forgive me! I get carried away sometimes and forget! -_-…I hope that works….Well, anyways, I think I'm beginning to really develop a plot. Tell me what you think of it so far. ^_^ Enjoy!
P.S. This is Rogue's P.O.V still. Plus, this is 5 years after Rogue left in her sophomore year. So, she's either 20 or 21 now.
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Life is what you make of it, be happy….
Who ever said that stupid verse needs to be given a severe beating. One especially from me.
I wonder if that ignorant individual ever thought what it would be like outside that little bubble of happiness and pleasurable relaxation? If they did see through that blindness, maybe then they would truly open their eyes and see all the corruption that litters our world today. It really makes me sick how people refuse to acknowledge how much others are suffering. Did anyone ever stop to think that maybe the world isn't as peaceful and bubbling with as much joy as everyone pretends to?
Glancing down at my watch, I follow the second hand's jerking travel across the wide numbered face. It seemed to take eons to travel its silent journey, making my moments in the waiting room turn to sluggish hours of waiting. It was odd, I never felt like it took this long before…Yet, I never really ran that fast before either…
I still couldn't figure it out. It felt like I had experienced that kind of speed before, racing with the wind, but not of my own account. What was even stranger is that it reminded me of something.…maybe even someone. It's funny, but whenever I begin to think about my past, or my memories, there seems to be a vague blur, reassuring me that it's there, but opaque in the sense of understanding it.
It felt like a constant itch now. The thought of my memories unclear to me became increasingly prominent and was making me begin to feel doubtful and anxious. What was wrong with me? Why was I suddenly so interested in something I tried so hard to forget? I wanted so desperately to scratch at the annoying bug that crawled under my skin, pricking at my senses and mind.
Yet, as I felt my grip on reality quickly loosen, I found myself staring at the black void of my mind, erratic colors flashing in and out of my consciousness. I know it might sound weird, but sometimes I just like to close my eyes and stare into my mind, my imagination stringing along a line of fantasies and dreams. Dismissing the sight of the waiting room in my mind, the dull colors quickly swirling downward like water down a drain, I found myself in a quiet meadow, staring up at an artificial blue sky that was gleaming back at me.
Whenever I felt depressed or anxious, I came to this place in my mind for a piece of comfort and relaxation. I saw a picture of it in an ad once. I never actually went to the place, but it seemed nice enough. Laying down in my imaginary world, I could almost feel the grass brush along my back as the wind caressed my cheeks. It almost seemed without flaw. Yet, as I tried to release myself of my anxieties and worries, I felt a constant tug on my mind.
Suddenly, the serene scene flew away in a flash of color. I found myself suddenly floating around in darkness. A scream nearly erupted from my mouth when I stared down at my feet. A black, gaping hole widened its huge mouth, trying to consume me. Clawing at the air with frantic hands, I tried desperately to break free from my still position and escape the hole. Yet, it was to no avail.
My body seemed to tilt slightly, and without a moment to blink, my body plunged into the black sea of darkness. I felt a gasp lurch in my throat as I found the darkness seeping into me. It was just like my dream! Yet, I fought to struggle, to keep breathing in the murky depths. Suddenly, a flurry of color went by and I felt a prick in my mind. It seemed alien to me, but at the same time all too familiar.
Scenes rapidly flashed through my mind, lighting my head with images I couldn't remember: A large house, a group of teenagers, another group but different, a blue woman, a man with a long flowing cape, a flash of metal claws, wisp of long white hair contrasted on a dark face. Seeing the images, I felt hot, salty tears travel in small rivulets down my cheeks caused by seeing the images I couldn't remember. The past I couldn't recall. Yet, the last image gripped me the most.
Snowy white hair left a shock as it traveled along his head. Smiling with a mischievous grin, the boy I saw sat there, gazing into my eyes almost as if he were looking past the dark secrets I hid behind, past the dark and shady front I put up, past all this and into my heart.
Feeling a sudden impulse, I reached out a hand to the image and tried to touch this mysterious boy. Yet, as my hand touched the image, it suddenly shattered into a million fragments, blowing away from me as carelessly as the wind. As I pulled my hand back to me, I wanted to cry. I knew that it seemed that whatever I touched I destroyed, but I felt something different this time. Something deep inside of me, something I couldn't explain wanted to reach out and be with the boy. Maybe he was someone important to me from my past. I only wish I could remember…..
"Ms.?"
My whole world of darkness was ripped away from my mind as I flicked my eyes open with a cold stare. I would have to deal with that problem later. I couldn't let it interfere with my work. Jumping quickly to my feet in a business like manner, I brushed off my clothes and stared at the petit girl in front of me.
With brunette bangs reaching down to each side of her chin, she suddenly made me stop in wonder. She looked like one of the teenagers I saw in my flashback… Yet, as her face turned into a calculating stare, I knew that this individual could not be the one I had seen. I simply stood there, waiting for her to lead me to my bosses' office, as was the normal routine.
"Right this way Ms.," she pointed curtly with her hand. Without skipping a beat, she began walking down the hall as the door guard was buzzed to have the door opened. I merely strode behind her as she led me down the dimly lighted corridors. As we made our way down the hall, I could hear her heals click steadily and sharply along the marble tile. So much for a quiet entrance, I mused silently.
As we turned another corner, she stopped and turned toward me. Pulling out a key card, she slid it through the slot. A green blip of light came into existence on the door handle and she pushed the door open for me. "After you," she dryly stated.
"Thanks."
Letting my footsteps fall silently, I thought I could still sneak up on my boss and surprise him, but as the door slammed shut behind the girl, I knew that was the end of that. I was surprised to notice the door to my bosses' office door open. Yet, as I heard his loud voice boom off the wall, summoning me to come in, I realized the reason.
Stepping inside, I quickly made my way for a chair and situated myself calmly. With his back turned toward me, I couldn't tell what the expression on his face was, but I could guess he was concentrating on something. Without turning to me, he spoke quietly to me.
"I suppose your wandering what assignment you have now," he questioned, "eh, my little Roguey?" I flinched slightly as he said that. I couldn't stand his little pet names for me. Turning swiftly in his chair, my stare was matched with a pair of gray eyes. I felt dirty as his eyes traveled down my body quickly. I wanted to puke when he smiled nastily. Yet, I kept my cool exterior and waited for him to continue.
"Yes, actually I was wondering what you wanted me to do this time Shawn," I stated curtly. I knew that the man wasn't bad looking at all, but with his disgusting habits, and the fact that I was an employee of his, I couldn't stand to acknowledge that fact. He didn't seem to care about the last part though. Employee or not, I was still a free woman in his eyes.
Shawn turned away from me as his smile was cut down from his face and turned to his file cabinet, thumbing quickly through the numerous files. Suddenly, with a quick jerk of his hand, he pulled out a thin manila folder and placed it onto the spot in front of me. Looking to the file label, I read the name of the individual quietly to myself. "Interesting name," I thought silently.
Suddenly, Shawn sat back in his chair and swiveled around to face me. Clasping his hands in a thoughtful manner, he stared at me as I thumbed through the file. When I finished and set the folder down, he simply asked, "So, what do you think?"
Looking hardly into his questioning eyes, I replied confidently, "I can handle it. I haven't missed one yet have I? This one shouldn't be too different. But what makes him so special?"
Shawn abruptly turned again away from me and looked out his window. Without facing me, I heard him mumble quietly from behind his chair to me. "He's becoming a lethal opponent for the company and the association. No one seems to be able to catch him or stop him. He seems to know what we are trying to do, and is trying to stop us. Not only this, but he's becoming quite the promising businessman. Not to mention that he's got a number of contacts and acquaintances."
His chair once again span and faced me. This time, Shawn looked really serious. I felt my façade slip slightly at the look on his face. He was…worried. I never had seen a frown or any mark of worry appear on his face. No…he was always in control. What could this one person have done that caused such a panic and agitation in the company?
Gray, stormy eyes watched me carefully for any signs of an expression before going on. With his eyes carefully trained on me, he continued, "It is rumored that he may be a mutant, so this is how we can cut him down from his high pedestal. The only problem is that we will have to expose him in public and have evidence to prove it. From there, it becomes much more difficult. Then, we must force him to spill out what he has got on us that threatens to shut us down."
Reaching across the desk, he pulled my hands into his. Grasping the tightly he looked deeply with a piercing gaze into my eyes that looked to see if I could handle the case he was dealing me. I started to get nervous as the silence stretched on, his eyes continuing to look deeply in mine. Finally, he spoke.
"Rogue…this is very important to the company, the association, and to me. If you don't feel you can handle the job, then say it now, or we will have to rely it all on you. If you fail, don't come back. That will only worsen our ties. You know the drill. Of course if you succeed, your pay will be quadrupled the normal amount, including some bonuses. You're my best agent, but I need to know if you can handle something this big. Now Rogue,….can you do this and have a clean get away without leading a trail to the business?"
I wanted to pull away from his grasp and his eyes, but my body refused to move. Looking him archly in the eyes, I replied with an affirmative nod. He sighed and let go of my hands, much to my relief. Sinking back into the chair, he sat there, continuing to brood over something. Standing up, I looked at him and asked, "Is that all, Shawn?"
Slightly ruffled from his thinking, he gave me a slight wave of his hand and mumbled out a simple, "Yes," before turning around in his chair to face the wide window in back of him.
Giving him one last stare at the back of his chair (I rhymed!), I grabbed the folder and I swiftly walked out the office and out the door. I took in a deep breath of relief as I closed the heavy metal door behind me. Staring at the polished tile floor, I thought over the events that had just happened. Okay, I thought, I got a new case, Shawn's acting all freaky, and the company is in danger….. How wonderful.
Looking at my watch, I realized that I had better get home and pack so I could head to my destination for my new mission. Walking out of the building, I stopped to wait for the bus. Then, as my recollection of my morning's interaction with the bus driver replayed in my head, I started walking quickly down the sidewalk. I thought maybe I should try to avoid all confrontations unnecessary.
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After packing a small suitcase of clothing and necessities, I ordered a plane ticket to my target's destination. Finally getting situated in a window seat of the plane, I began to look over my folder as inconspicuously as I could. Everything seemed to be in order as far as I could tell, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Attempting to brandish off the feeling, I ordered a margarita from one of the flight attendants, hoping it would soothe my jittered nerves.
Sipping contently, I gathered together my small carry-on bag and looked through it. I brought along a book, but it wasn't what I was looking for. Reaching into one of the deep zipped pockets of the bag, I unzipped it and pulled out a small piece of paper. No bigger than my hand, I looked down and smiled over my glass.
It was a small photo. Obviously taken a while ago as the edges of the picture were beginning to curl no matter how many times I tried to flatten it out. I knew that the girl in the photo was me due to my two-toned hair, but as for the other's I didn't have a single clue to whom they could be.
As I grasped the photo softly in my hand, I realized it was just a little picture I was holding, but in the end, it was the only link I had to my past. It may have been small to others, but to me, it was my whole world. It was my key to my past.
Before I could reminisce any more on the photo, I heard the pilot call over the radio that we were about to take off. Stashing my precious treasure into a safe pocket once again, I gulped down the rest of my drink and handed my cup to a flight attendant nearby.
Snuggling into my plush seat, I pulled out my file once again, trying to see if I missed anything. As I opened to the first page, I realized that I hadn't seen what town or city the target was located in.
Scanning my eyes down the list, directed by my finger, I stopped as my eyes ran across the marking of the town. Closing the file, I grabbed my book and strapped on my seat belt as we began to take off.
Placing my finger in the crevice of the spine of the book, I marked my place as I watched as the ground rushed farther and farther past my window, eventually turning into a multi colored swirl of greens, grays and blacks. Then, we were off into the air and off the ground.
I smiled as I noticed the mountains pass beneath me, causing me before to gasp in wonderment. Now, as I saw the majestic phenomenon, I could only smile in appreciation. As we drifted higher, clouds obscured my vision of the mountains, and I turned away from my window back to my book.
Before I started, I felt an odd chuckle over take me as I thought of the city where I was to be going once more. What an odd, bumpkin, little town….Bayville…..
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Phew! I'm glad that's done! ^_^ As for the company Rogue works for, well…..let's just say they aren't very friendly…. In the next chapter you'll see exactly what Rogue's job is unless you haven't figured it out yet.
Also, it will be the first encounter between Rogue and her past (life and friends). I know I can't do much for editing, so please forgive me! Oh, and yes, I did sorta make up that verse at the beginning, …so there. ^_^ Now be nice and tell me what you thought about my story by clicking the little button that says review…..PLEASE???!!! ^_~
Alone
Deal with Darkness
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, do you?
Okay! I got the message, I know I'm bad at keeping the P.O.V. 's straight, but please forgive me! I get carried away sometimes and forget! -_-…I hope that works….Well, anyways, I think I'm beginning to really develop a plot. Tell me what you think of it so far. ^_^ Enjoy!
P.S. This is Rogue's P.O.V still. Plus, this is 5 years after Rogue left in her sophomore year. So, she's either 20 or 21 now.
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Life is what you make of it, be happy….
Who ever said that stupid verse needs to be given a severe beating. One especially from me.
I wonder if that ignorant individual ever thought what it would be like outside that little bubble of happiness and pleasurable relaxation? If they did see through that blindness, maybe then they would truly open their eyes and see all the corruption that litters our world today. It really makes me sick how people refuse to acknowledge how much others are suffering. Did anyone ever stop to think that maybe the world isn't as peaceful and bubbling with as much joy as everyone pretends to?
Glancing down at my watch, I follow the second hand's jerking travel across the wide numbered face. It seemed to take eons to travel its silent journey, making my moments in the waiting room turn to sluggish hours of waiting. It was odd, I never felt like it took this long before…Yet, I never really ran that fast before either…
I still couldn't figure it out. It felt like I had experienced that kind of speed before, racing with the wind, but not of my own account. What was even stranger is that it reminded me of something.…maybe even someone. It's funny, but whenever I begin to think about my past, or my memories, there seems to be a vague blur, reassuring me that it's there, but opaque in the sense of understanding it.
It felt like a constant itch now. The thought of my memories unclear to me became increasingly prominent and was making me begin to feel doubtful and anxious. What was wrong with me? Why was I suddenly so interested in something I tried so hard to forget? I wanted so desperately to scratch at the annoying bug that crawled under my skin, pricking at my senses and mind.
Yet, as I felt my grip on reality quickly loosen, I found myself staring at the black void of my mind, erratic colors flashing in and out of my consciousness. I know it might sound weird, but sometimes I just like to close my eyes and stare into my mind, my imagination stringing along a line of fantasies and dreams. Dismissing the sight of the waiting room in my mind, the dull colors quickly swirling downward like water down a drain, I found myself in a quiet meadow, staring up at an artificial blue sky that was gleaming back at me.
Whenever I felt depressed or anxious, I came to this place in my mind for a piece of comfort and relaxation. I saw a picture of it in an ad once. I never actually went to the place, but it seemed nice enough. Laying down in my imaginary world, I could almost feel the grass brush along my back as the wind caressed my cheeks. It almost seemed without flaw. Yet, as I tried to release myself of my anxieties and worries, I felt a constant tug on my mind.
Suddenly, the serene scene flew away in a flash of color. I found myself suddenly floating around in darkness. A scream nearly erupted from my mouth when I stared down at my feet. A black, gaping hole widened its huge mouth, trying to consume me. Clawing at the air with frantic hands, I tried desperately to break free from my still position and escape the hole. Yet, it was to no avail.
My body seemed to tilt slightly, and without a moment to blink, my body plunged into the black sea of darkness. I felt a gasp lurch in my throat as I found the darkness seeping into me. It was just like my dream! Yet, I fought to struggle, to keep breathing in the murky depths. Suddenly, a flurry of color went by and I felt a prick in my mind. It seemed alien to me, but at the same time all too familiar.
Scenes rapidly flashed through my mind, lighting my head with images I couldn't remember: A large house, a group of teenagers, another group but different, a blue woman, a man with a long flowing cape, a flash of metal claws, wisp of long white hair contrasted on a dark face. Seeing the images, I felt hot, salty tears travel in small rivulets down my cheeks caused by seeing the images I couldn't remember. The past I couldn't recall. Yet, the last image gripped me the most.
Snowy white hair left a shock as it traveled along his head. Smiling with a mischievous grin, the boy I saw sat there, gazing into my eyes almost as if he were looking past the dark secrets I hid behind, past the dark and shady front I put up, past all this and into my heart.
Feeling a sudden impulse, I reached out a hand to the image and tried to touch this mysterious boy. Yet, as my hand touched the image, it suddenly shattered into a million fragments, blowing away from me as carelessly as the wind. As I pulled my hand back to me, I wanted to cry. I knew that it seemed that whatever I touched I destroyed, but I felt something different this time. Something deep inside of me, something I couldn't explain wanted to reach out and be with the boy. Maybe he was someone important to me from my past. I only wish I could remember…..
"Ms.?"
My whole world of darkness was ripped away from my mind as I flicked my eyes open with a cold stare. I would have to deal with that problem later. I couldn't let it interfere with my work. Jumping quickly to my feet in a business like manner, I brushed off my clothes and stared at the petit girl in front of me.
With brunette bangs reaching down to each side of her chin, she suddenly made me stop in wonder. She looked like one of the teenagers I saw in my flashback… Yet, as her face turned into a calculating stare, I knew that this individual could not be the one I had seen. I simply stood there, waiting for her to lead me to my bosses' office, as was the normal routine.
"Right this way Ms.," she pointed curtly with her hand. Without skipping a beat, she began walking down the hall as the door guard was buzzed to have the door opened. I merely strode behind her as she led me down the dimly lighted corridors. As we made our way down the hall, I could hear her heals click steadily and sharply along the marble tile. So much for a quiet entrance, I mused silently.
As we turned another corner, she stopped and turned toward me. Pulling out a key card, she slid it through the slot. A green blip of light came into existence on the door handle and she pushed the door open for me. "After you," she dryly stated.
"Thanks."
Letting my footsteps fall silently, I thought I could still sneak up on my boss and surprise him, but as the door slammed shut behind the girl, I knew that was the end of that. I was surprised to notice the door to my bosses' office door open. Yet, as I heard his loud voice boom off the wall, summoning me to come in, I realized the reason.
Stepping inside, I quickly made my way for a chair and situated myself calmly. With his back turned toward me, I couldn't tell what the expression on his face was, but I could guess he was concentrating on something. Without turning to me, he spoke quietly to me.
"I suppose your wandering what assignment you have now," he questioned, "eh, my little Roguey?" I flinched slightly as he said that. I couldn't stand his little pet names for me. Turning swiftly in his chair, my stare was matched with a pair of gray eyes. I felt dirty as his eyes traveled down my body quickly. I wanted to puke when he smiled nastily. Yet, I kept my cool exterior and waited for him to continue.
"Yes, actually I was wondering what you wanted me to do this time Shawn," I stated curtly. I knew that the man wasn't bad looking at all, but with his disgusting habits, and the fact that I was an employee of his, I couldn't stand to acknowledge that fact. He didn't seem to care about the last part though. Employee or not, I was still a free woman in his eyes.
Shawn turned away from me as his smile was cut down from his face and turned to his file cabinet, thumbing quickly through the numerous files. Suddenly, with a quick jerk of his hand, he pulled out a thin manila folder and placed it onto the spot in front of me. Looking to the file label, I read the name of the individual quietly to myself. "Interesting name," I thought silently.
Suddenly, Shawn sat back in his chair and swiveled around to face me. Clasping his hands in a thoughtful manner, he stared at me as I thumbed through the file. When I finished and set the folder down, he simply asked, "So, what do you think?"
Looking hardly into his questioning eyes, I replied confidently, "I can handle it. I haven't missed one yet have I? This one shouldn't be too different. But what makes him so special?"
Shawn abruptly turned again away from me and looked out his window. Without facing me, I heard him mumble quietly from behind his chair to me. "He's becoming a lethal opponent for the company and the association. No one seems to be able to catch him or stop him. He seems to know what we are trying to do, and is trying to stop us. Not only this, but he's becoming quite the promising businessman. Not to mention that he's got a number of contacts and acquaintances."
His chair once again span and faced me. This time, Shawn looked really serious. I felt my façade slip slightly at the look on his face. He was…worried. I never had seen a frown or any mark of worry appear on his face. No…he was always in control. What could this one person have done that caused such a panic and agitation in the company?
Gray, stormy eyes watched me carefully for any signs of an expression before going on. With his eyes carefully trained on me, he continued, "It is rumored that he may be a mutant, so this is how we can cut him down from his high pedestal. The only problem is that we will have to expose him in public and have evidence to prove it. From there, it becomes much more difficult. Then, we must force him to spill out what he has got on us that threatens to shut us down."
Reaching across the desk, he pulled my hands into his. Grasping the tightly he looked deeply with a piercing gaze into my eyes that looked to see if I could handle the case he was dealing me. I started to get nervous as the silence stretched on, his eyes continuing to look deeply in mine. Finally, he spoke.
"Rogue…this is very important to the company, the association, and to me. If you don't feel you can handle the job, then say it now, or we will have to rely it all on you. If you fail, don't come back. That will only worsen our ties. You know the drill. Of course if you succeed, your pay will be quadrupled the normal amount, including some bonuses. You're my best agent, but I need to know if you can handle something this big. Now Rogue,….can you do this and have a clean get away without leading a trail to the business?"
I wanted to pull away from his grasp and his eyes, but my body refused to move. Looking him archly in the eyes, I replied with an affirmative nod. He sighed and let go of my hands, much to my relief. Sinking back into the chair, he sat there, continuing to brood over something. Standing up, I looked at him and asked, "Is that all, Shawn?"
Slightly ruffled from his thinking, he gave me a slight wave of his hand and mumbled out a simple, "Yes," before turning around in his chair to face the wide window in back of him.
Giving him one last stare at the back of his chair (I rhymed!), I grabbed the folder and I swiftly walked out the office and out the door. I took in a deep breath of relief as I closed the heavy metal door behind me. Staring at the polished tile floor, I thought over the events that had just happened. Okay, I thought, I got a new case, Shawn's acting all freaky, and the company is in danger….. How wonderful.
Looking at my watch, I realized that I had better get home and pack so I could head to my destination for my new mission. Walking out of the building, I stopped to wait for the bus. Then, as my recollection of my morning's interaction with the bus driver replayed in my head, I started walking quickly down the sidewalk. I thought maybe I should try to avoid all confrontations unnecessary.
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After packing a small suitcase of clothing and necessities, I ordered a plane ticket to my target's destination. Finally getting situated in a window seat of the plane, I began to look over my folder as inconspicuously as I could. Everything seemed to be in order as far as I could tell, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Attempting to brandish off the feeling, I ordered a margarita from one of the flight attendants, hoping it would soothe my jittered nerves.
Sipping contently, I gathered together my small carry-on bag and looked through it. I brought along a book, but it wasn't what I was looking for. Reaching into one of the deep zipped pockets of the bag, I unzipped it and pulled out a small piece of paper. No bigger than my hand, I looked down and smiled over my glass.
It was a small photo. Obviously taken a while ago as the edges of the picture were beginning to curl no matter how many times I tried to flatten it out. I knew that the girl in the photo was me due to my two-toned hair, but as for the other's I didn't have a single clue to whom they could be.
As I grasped the photo softly in my hand, I realized it was just a little picture I was holding, but in the end, it was the only link I had to my past. It may have been small to others, but to me, it was my whole world. It was my key to my past.
Before I could reminisce any more on the photo, I heard the pilot call over the radio that we were about to take off. Stashing my precious treasure into a safe pocket once again, I gulped down the rest of my drink and handed my cup to a flight attendant nearby.
Snuggling into my plush seat, I pulled out my file once again, trying to see if I missed anything. As I opened to the first page, I realized that I hadn't seen what town or city the target was located in.
Scanning my eyes down the list, directed by my finger, I stopped as my eyes ran across the marking of the town. Closing the file, I grabbed my book and strapped on my seat belt as we began to take off.
Placing my finger in the crevice of the spine of the book, I marked my place as I watched as the ground rushed farther and farther past my window, eventually turning into a multi colored swirl of greens, grays and blacks. Then, we were off into the air and off the ground.
I smiled as I noticed the mountains pass beneath me, causing me before to gasp in wonderment. Now, as I saw the majestic phenomenon, I could only smile in appreciation. As we drifted higher, clouds obscured my vision of the mountains, and I turned away from my window back to my book.
Before I started, I felt an odd chuckle over take me as I thought of the city where I was to be going once more. What an odd, bumpkin, little town….Bayville…..
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Phew! I'm glad that's done! ^_^ As for the company Rogue works for, well…..let's just say they aren't very friendly…. In the next chapter you'll see exactly what Rogue's job is unless you haven't figured it out yet.
Also, it will be the first encounter between Rogue and her past (life and friends). I know I can't do much for editing, so please forgive me! Oh, and yes, I did sorta make up that verse at the beginning, …so there. ^_^ Now be nice and tell me what you thought about my story by clicking the little button that says review…..PLEASE???!!! ^_~