Undying Hearts Chapter 5: Getaway, a x-men: evolution fanfic

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Chapter 5 – Getaway

Darkness completely surrounded her. It was like a heavy black veil covering the world, a veil that even her vampiric eyes couldn't see through. Carefully, she slipped down from her bed and descended the ladder. Even though no one else was in the house, she didn't want to risk making a sound. She felt almost as if someone was watching her move through the dark quiet house she had called home for many years.

Just a few hours ago she was so sure she was ready. But now, the thought weighed heavily on her conscience. What would her friends think? That she abandoned them? That the love and compassion they gave her wasn't enough? She chewed on her lower lip as she gathered her things. The wind whistled against the house, making it almost sound like someone, or some people, were calling her. The branches tapped against the windows, sending shivers down her spine.

C'mon, cut it out, Rogue, she told herself. It's just the wind. Nobody knows about what I'm gonna do. And nobody has any reason to come here, even the nocturnal townies. Those were the vampires that were more traditional, working and frolicking at night while sleeping during the day. But since the part of the world the community lived in was usually dark and cloudy during the day, more and more vampires wandered about in the daylight hours. Usually, the daytime vampires left the nocturnal ones alone when they slept, and vise versa.

Still, reviewing the facts didn't make Rogue feel any less nervous. It was the traditional saying among all vampires: "At night, anything could happen."

But certainly not ANYTHING. She packed a few containers of food as well as some bottled-blood, moving around as fast as she could. As she packed, the noises grew louder, and made her more nervous. When she finished downstairs, she climbed back up to the loft and stuffed her knapsack with clothes, sunglasses, and all the cash she had.

She descended the ladder again, realizing the noises were even louder and more disturbing. The calling of the wind changed to moaning and groaning. The tapping of the branches became vicious scratches and growls. It all made her frightened at this point. I have GOT to get out of here.

But as soon as she grabbed her stuff and ran to the door, it began to rattled. Not just by the wind, but by something that had grabbed onto the knob. More moaning. More groaning. More scratching and growling. Howls echoed outside her door, and the rattling grew more intense.

Rogue jumped back several feet. Oh no! Someone's trying to get in! She backed up until she was at the other side of the room, slightly behind the sofa. The door shook more, and more, and more, until she thought whatever was holding it was going to rip it off.

Suddenly, several things happened at once. The door flew open. The windows shattered simultaneously. Several hundreds of hands reached in all at once, desperate to get inside. The growls and snarls were practically right next to her. Rogue spun around as she looked at all that was happening with terror and confusion. Then she looked at the door. There, in the doorway, stood Professor Lucero, with the rest of the staff standing behind him.

"Why are you in a rush?" he asked her as he moved inside. His eyes were glowing red, his fangs seeming sharper than ever. "Why don't you just relax, enjoy yourself? While you can?"

"What are you doin' in mah house?!" screamed Rogue. "Get out!!!"

"Oh my dear," said Lucero, his hands now gripping her shoulders. It was a painful grip. "This isn't your house. It is your cell, and we can't let you get out."

"Let go of me, you perv!" She didn't mean to say it like that, but it was all that had come to her mind.

"You're mine, child. You are mine, and you will give in."

"NO! NO!" She wrenched and twisted out of his grip, trying to get past him and the other teachers. She was surprised how easily she was able to push past them, knocking them aside as if they were brainless. She had almost made it to the door when someone had managed to grab her shoulders. She was pulled back, thrown to the ground and rolled over onto her back.

Lucero was leaning over her again, now practically on top of her. "This is foolish child. Give up. Give up."

"STOP IT! LEMME ALONE!!!" Rogue screamed as loud as she could and attempted to throw him off. She kicked and squirmed furiously, trying to break free again.

"LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!!"

"Give in. You're with us now. Give in."

"NO! NO! STOOOOOOOOOOPPPP!!!!!!" She threw her head back and screamed, just before everything went dark.

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Rogue opened her eyes and sat up slightly. She could feel the beads of sweat on her temples dripping down the sides of her face. Her breath and her heart were racing. What had happened? Where was she?

She soon realized that she was in her bed. She let out a deep sigh. It was only a dream. A really bad dream.

"Everything's okay," she said aloud to herself. "It was just a dream." But very terrifying nonetheless.

Rogue heard a whistling sound as the wind blew against the house, causing her to pull the covers further up. She sat in her bed for a few moments, trying to regroup her wits. She felt there were a few things to consider before doing anything. Why did she had the dream? Well, probably due to her recently bad experiences at school. What did it mean? That she was afraid to think about. Did it mean that she should stay there so no one would eventually come and try to stop her from leaving? Or that she really should leave, because the community was full of psychos? The last part wasn't too hard to believe, maybe even more likely. Probably came about from my fear of this place, from the insecurity I feel while still living here. Then, maybe I really should go.

Yeah, that was what she had to do. The more she thought it over, the more Rogue was convinced that her dream further proved she had to leave. No more doubts.

She jumped out of bed and didn't waste any time to listen to what was going on outside. She feared if she hesitated for just a second, she could lose her nerve again and decide not to go. When she came down, she realized that her backpack was sitting by the couch, all ready to go.

Hmm, did I pack it before I went to bed? Well, there were a few times during the night when she had woken up and did something before going back to bed. She must have done it one of those times. She did vaguely remember it. Or, was that in the dream?

She didn't want to think about it anymore. She just needed to leave.

Rogue made a quick change into one of her civilian outfits, added her PJs to the bag of clothing, put on her trench coat and went to the door. Just before she opened it she remembered something.

That's right! I need to write a note to Betsy and leave it at her house. She quickly dashed into the kitchen, trying to think of an appropriate note to write as fast as she could. After a few minutes, she checked over the note. It read:

Dear Betsy,

I'm writing this note to tell you that I'm leaving for a little while. I'm not going to be gone forever, but there's a lot that I have to work out. I know you said that you will always be there for me, and I know you always will. But please, please don't come looking for me. I'll already be gone by the time you find this note. I know it's kind of crazy, but I'm just trying to follow my instincts. I think that a little break from this place is all I need. I promise I'll come back. If you want to contact me reach me on my cell phone. I hope you understand. I think you do, because no one else knows me as well as you. I'll miss you, but don't worry, my dearest friend. You'll always be in my heart.

Lots of love,

Rogue

She quickly folded up the letter and stuck it in her pocket. Giving a reassuring pat on the pocket, she grabbed her things and went to the door. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if in fact anyone was outside. She grabbed the door knob. Nothing happened. She slowly turned it. Nothing. Carefully, she opened the door and looked outside. There was only the rolling countryside coated in night, with the occasional neighborhood abodes popping up along the scene.

Rogue stepped outside quietly. Using the key she always kept in the other coat pocket, she locked the door after giving it that special extra tug to make sure it was closed properly. Then she quickly headed over to the shed to get her motorcycle. Betsy had given it to her as an eighteenth-birthday present. She had earned her license and everything. Now she was finally able to use it for real.

Rogue laid out everything in her mind that had to be done while she boarded her bike. One, leave the country. While she decided she would eventually travel by air, she thought it would be easier to leave the country at least to get to another airport just in case someone would try to track her. Besides, vampires were more looked for in that country, so it would've been a safer route.

Two, buy a ticket to some place as far away as possible. Someplace totally new that would give her a good wake up call. Hey, just because she was in search of herself didn't mean should couldn't go explore the outside world. In fact, it might help her.

Three, once arrived at destination, find place to stay. Somewhere relatively remote but still in close contact to civilization. She had read up a lot about humans. Many of them were crazy and dangerous, but also very easy to startle. She didn't want to bother anyone, so she had to impersonate a human. Yeah, like that was gonna be easy. She could barely get around in the daylight, and only when it was cloudy or raining. Her skin was extremely pale, even by modern vampire terms. Most of her other friends were not quite as pale.

Basically, the idea was to keep a low profile as long as she could. When things got bad, move to the next town, or possibly the next district.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road. Just one quick trip to Betsy's and Ah'm out."

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Rogue decided it was better to park a little ways off from the Braddock Mansion, just so no one would hear her pulling up. When she reached the mansion the rest of the way on foot, she immediately climbed up the wall that led to Betsy's room. When she finally made it to the window, she climbed inside without making a sound. Delicately, she approached Betsy's bed and place the note a little underneath a lamp on the nightstand beside the bed, so it wouldn't fly off. She took one last glance at her friend.

Seeing her sleep so peacefully in her coffin-shaped bed made tears well up in Rogue's eyes. She wished she could hug her friend goodbye, but it was just too risky. Still, it did hurt to leave without a word.

She'll understand when she reads the letter. Everything will be fine. Reassuring herself did help a little. The fear of losing her friend forever, however, left her heart still feeling very heavy.

Rogue couldn't help but give herbest friend one last embrace. She reached down and gently wrapped her arms around Betsy. She had practically been the sister all these years. It seemed so wrong not to at least give her a hug.

"Don't forget me," she whispered as softly as she could. Then she straightened herself, walked to the window, and took the long jump down. Thank goodness for vampiric powers.

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Dawn began to peak over the horizon, It was Rogue's cue to undergo a major cover-up. She drew the collar of her coat high so that it nearly covered the lower half of her face. Then she pulled her sunglasses out of the pocket and put them on. She pulled the visor of her full-face helmet back down and continued to her destination.

The darkness was chased away as light reentered the world. Even through the sunglasses the light stung Rogue's eyes a bit. Fortunately she knew it wasn't as bad to her as it would be for some vampires. She was used to going out in the daylight, while those nocturnal townies had no source of immunity at all. Thank goodness for Destiny urging her to get used to the daytime a bit more.

It was about midmorning when she reached the border of the country. It was a great relief to her, lifting one more weight from her burdened heart. She was a step closer to complete freedom and to finding herself.

It was a good thing that the people of that country didn't take much notice to controlling the border. She found an area that was left completely unguarded. It would've been too hard to get past any of those human guards that would question her. Maybe they weren't careful about people crossing the border, but they certainly would if it were a vampire.

As she drove down the quiet rode, she spotted a sign that read:

"You are now leaving ---."

Yes! she thought. Finally, I'm over!

Rogue crossed the border with success. However, she couldn't help but take one more look back at her old country. She sighed as she glanced at those rolling green hills. She wondered what life would be like in the world she was now about to enter.

She didn't have time to think. Just as she was looking back, a police car came down the rode, heading straight at her.

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