Chapter 13
To fix...both his past and his future. Well that was easier said than done as he glanced towards the half destroyed couch, nail markings dragged into the floor, the door off of its hinges, and Lady Obba groaning as she leaned against a wall. "Are you okay?" He asked quickly seeing the dark haired girl repeatedly attempt to leave her own vines that she had trapped herself within to see what was going on, on the outside. "Yeah...go after that Sting...that, that man had some bloodlust." Lady Obba groaned as Rogue nodded quickly glancing towards the door which he didn't have to open since it was already hanging off of its hinges in the doorway. Trashed. As expected of Sting. But not in Lady Obba's home that was something he knew Sting wouldn't do on purpose he would do his best to make sure Lady Obba's home was kept stable. "The fuck would you do something like this for?" Sting shout echoed from outside in the terrain that was quickly becoming rugged and dangerous. Staying here wouldn't do much for anyone. They would probably freeze to death, all of them, if they didn't move down from the mountain soon. Rogue took a breath looking towards the wind blown ice mountain where it had already grown dark as he watched Sting tumble backwards already on losing ground with Mard Geer, blood running down a cut cheek, as Sting attempted to keep his stance on the slippery ice. "Come on little fanboy I thought you were going to play with me." The malicious man taunted as Rogue felt his own magic brewing already on the tips of his fingers. The blonde swirled around in the ice attempting to dig deep enough in the resistant ground so he wouldn't be thrown back once again against Mard Geer. "You're losing your touch little one...or is it that you can't do anything without that Dragneel leading you?" Mard Geer sneered his eyes squinting towards Sting as Sting lit up the mountain once again as Sting spun as fast as he could Sting's bright white magic emitting from his hands as if they were boxing gloves causing the icy terrain to be light up as if a firework were being thrown into the air there.
Rogue glanced over the land the town just in the distance Lady Obba's house wasn't that far off someone was bound to see the ruckus happening where they were, would anyone actually come for help? They were still far enough away for the situation to not be understable of what was happening. Rogue could feel his magic brewing...it was ready to combat the situation. He could feel his magic's desire to fight. His desire to protect. Not just his brother. Nor this town that they should've known growing up. He wanted to protect her too. He wanted to protect her from the lies of her own mind. He could feel his red eyes grazing the snow feeling the selfish desires also looming behind the seemingly heroic ones...he wanted her attention too. After watching his fate over and over. Dying. Death. Everyone dies, when he's trapped to rebury everyone all alone once again...can't for even five minutes the cruel world allow him a form of selfish desire? Rogue looked up his brother go flying...snow definitely wasn't his element. Rogue lurched forwards, as Sting was flung backwards, quickly joining into the fight. Rogue's fist almost making contact with Mard Geer's face as he smiled causing a black vine decorated in red splotches, the vine bursted forth from the ground quickly wrapping as tightly as it could around his wrist using its acceleration to take Rogue and throw him over Mard Geer to behind Mard Geer, slamming Rogue's back into the icy terrain as a burning cold wind whipped across the air, the clouds forming made no difference for the almost black sky. "Wait your turn little dark one." Mard Geer smiled, something almost sadistic about the way Mard Geer was smiling at him as Mard Geer turned back to a Sting who was half way to frost bitten by the apparent flustered look upon his face. "You should know...out of all the orbs, where Rogue dies of course, my favorite was that quite tragic one, my daughter, has in her hands now." Mard Geer smiled making sure to drag out the words 'my daughter'. Another vine quickly wrapping around Rogue's left wrist as the vines struggled to drag him into the ice burying him in the vicious terrain. Rogue attempted to server the rope with his other arm obviously struggling with the continously reinforcing vine. "Hurry or you're brother might die of hypothermia...maybe even frostbite." Mard Geer mocked his back completely turned towards where he put Rogue. "Daddy?" Levy's confused voice echoed as she was standing in the doorway, the orb in hands, as her brown eyes gazed over the situation. Rogue struggling with his left arm quickly being tied to the ground by a magic similiar to her's, Sting looking like he had already obtained a fever, and her "father" seeming as if he were an evil monster as he sadistically smiled upon Sting waiting for anymore ways he could torment the twin dragons.
"Honey? Are you safe? Come here little one." Mard Geer smiled extending his hand as another vine wrapped around each of the twin dragons as they froze waiting for the bluenettes reaction as the girl extended her arm. "DON'T, HE'S A LIE." Rogue shouted as another vine wrapped around his wrist digging in as it drew blood. "But...but he's my father." Levy whispered as Sting ripped a vine off from around his ankle. "Even if he was you wouldn't want one like him." Sting shouted going for a punch on Mard Geer's face as an invisible force deflected him. "What great actors." Mard Geer rolled his eyes extending his hand towards Levy. "Come with me. Its not safe here for half-children like you." Mard Geer smiled, something almost evil behind the half tilted grin, giddy even, as if he were laughing on the inside about the mistake the girl was just about to make by taking his hand. "Has he called you by your name a single time since you got here?" Rogue shouted ripping the vine from the ice as he struggled to stand back up. "Its just a little from my arm...I shouldn't feel this dizzy." He thought to himself checking the strange purpling of his own arm as he could tell Sting was taking a strange sniff of the air, again, again, Sting's eyes grew wider as Sting sniffed the air once again, Rogue glanced down towards his wrist wondering what set Sting off so much about it that it was only bruised and maybe a minor scratch as Rogue took a deep inhale of air. Potent. Something was extremely potent in the air. And not a beautiful potent of a woman's perfume, or a sweet smell of something cooking at home...no this potent was a malicious kind of potent one that was seen in hospitals and on missions. A killer kind of potent. Poison. He had poison engraved into his arm. "Take it out of him right now!" Sting screeched lurching for another punch on Mard Geer.
Rogue felt his feet fall of of their own equilibrium as he watched Sting fight Mard Geer throwing a punch in opposite directions on opposing times for several moments. "Why is it you think i've chosen to torment specifically you two?" Mard Geer smiled..."That's a good question...maybe he's just crazy." Rogue thought as he watched the battle shift upwards in a downwards terrain, hearing a woman's scream out of nowhere. "I'm okay..." He half-whispered attempting to reassure Lady Obba to make sure she didn't have a heart attack or some crisis in the middle of a crisis that was caused by a crisis. "Now wouldn't that just be horrible?" He thought feeling his back thud against something solid moving him slowly to the ice filled ground as the terrain was quickly turning his midnight hair white. Lying next to him was a shattered orb that had dropped onto the ice throughout the scream, fragmented pictures laid throughout the orb of distant places, his eyes squinting...as he saw what seemed to be two happy couple on a dock over a lake. "I hope they make it home safely." Rogue thought to himself feeling completely out of his mind as it wandered slowly beginning to blank. Neither hearing the faded voice or feeling the fingertips that were piercing his skin and actually managing to cut up his arm could draw his attention. It was dark...it was nice. It was horrible. It was incredibly familiar. The sound of the quietness that echoed off of the walls of his mind in the darkness. No one was there anymore. It was as if he were a child again. Sitting alone in the dark...crying. Sitting in alone in the dark crying. Not because he was afraid of the dark itself. The darkness was his friend. It linked him to his mother. It was nice. Rogue struggled to take in a breath. No that wasn't the reason he had been crying. He had been crying because he was terribly alone and needed his mother, no matter how ill she was, he wanted her around. And she wasn't there anymore.
And it was his fault.
Rogue felt another staggered burning breath struggled to be took. It was unnatural for such a young child to struggle to breathe. "I guess I'm sick too." He thought to himself struggling with the blurry images that were passing in front of his face. He watched the sky, something was different about the way it was...so different...about the cave he had lived in with Skaidrum. "Ha. Not even the same roof." Nothing was the same about how was now. Nothing was the same...why not? He wondered feeling everything become heavy as a blue-haired girl appeared over his head screaming words he didn't understand her big brown eyes round as a doe's. "I swear to whoever's up there. If you die on me a second time I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you so dead that you won't even know!" The girl screamed her blue hair covered in dried blood dripping into his face. "What if I didn't want the world you chose for me?" She screeched as he felt his eyes squeeze together...that didn't make any sense. What world? He didn't choose anything for her. He had barely knew her, other than his obsession for the last two months to find this woman. Rogue scanned over the hazy image of the woman. She was definitely older than Levy, her long blood-crusted hair that hadn't been cut probably in what looked like seven years seeked to prove that as he ripped outfit and cloak encircled her shoulders. She wiped away tears as he stared up at her, glancing in between her, and the girl standing behind her with black and blue hair dripping down her shoulders, something wasn't making sense...and yet it gave him a feeling of relief in his own mind. "Where's your sense of adventure Rogue?" The girl who had his head in her lap whispered her voice cracked and dry, her eyes big, innocent, a little bit war torn, but full of hope. He could feel that his red eyes were gazing into them but not once did this strange woman flinch away from him as his hand reached up gently touching her face as his rusky voice came out with words he didn't quite understand.
"Don't cry anymore."