Spun
By Liz Wyatt
Chapter 6: Perfect World
In a perfect world
This could never happen
In a perfect world
You'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces
But to you
This means nothing
Nothing at all
-Simple Plan
"Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?" Rogue was getting nervous now.
Logan looked around "it smells like smoke."
Ignoring another door closing from the left hallway, Rogue felt her chest begin to pound.
Logan began moving around the room while keeping his head up to sniff. Rogue looked around frantically. She tried to come up with some excuse or reason in order to stop Logan.
"Logan!" he stopped and looked at her quizzically.
"umm, well…" she was stalling, hoping that some answer would just pop into her brain. Standing there with him in that moment she did not feel any good thoughts, but merely the pain of a headache from the events that had occurred so far.
She heard a squeak on the floor behind her and she whipped her head around, hoping against hope that John hadn't made the noise. What Rogue saw were the blue and pink Keds sneakers that were attached to a young girl with long light brown hair. She was holding a backpack and looking drenched from head to toe from the rain.
Rogue wasn't sure what to make of the girl, but Logan stopped his sniffing to approach the young child. The girl stared at Rogue's hair. Her eyes fixated on the white stripe and when the two caught eyes the younger girl smiled.
"You alright?" Logan said to the younger girl. The girl simply nodded her head.
"Logan…is there something you're not telling me?" Rogue crossed her arms in front of her chest to look as comfortable as possible.
"She ain't mine if that's what you're asking?" Rogue laughed slightly.
"I just meant, you recruiting for the school now?"
"Something like that. Found this one outside the gate, just waiting around in the rain. She hasn't exactly been too chatty."
The young girl was now staring past Rogue. Luckily Logan was looking down the other hallway so that Rogue could peer around. She saw John leaning out from behind a pillar. He was trying to mouth something. Rogue quickly realized he wasn't mouthing it to her. When Rogue saw him duck behind the pillar again she whipped her head around back to Logan.
"Hey, listen Logan. Why don't I get her cleaned up and dried off. You can go get some sleep." She had said it faster than she would have liked to; however the pounding in her ears had increased and all she wanted was to get out of this situation with the wolverine.
"fine by me." He walked up the stairs and once he had turned the corner Rogue approached the girl.
"So, you want some new clothes?" The girl nodded, but then ran towards John.
The girl immediately latched on to John's waist. He looked down at the girl and then back at Rogue.
"I told you to stay out of sight." John said to his new friend.
"I know. He found me anyways. He said he could smell my mum's vanilla scent."
"why do you carry that thing around with you? It's not like we need it." John said with a sigh.
Now Rogue understood, this girl was the one that John had tried to talk to her about when they were up in her room. This new information made Rogue feel a little better, but at the same time she wondered why the infamous loner Pyro was now toting a kid around.
She didn't realize how lost in her thoughts she was until she came back to focus and he was staring at her.
"so you going to introduce me?" Rogue asked, though her tone wasn't very nice. John looked like he was contemplating leaving the whole situation via the door.
"I'm Teva." The girl said quickly.
"Like the sandal?" Rogue replied.
"Alright, so I know you aren't very inclined to help me, but what about a kid?" John had stepped out in front of Teva.
"John, I have so many questions right now that I'm not sure you can even begin to answer them." Rogue shook her head.
He walked over to her and stood straight at eye level. "Rogue. Just this once, follow your gut and not your head. Kid. In need.
Rogue didn't say anything. She just walked over towards the kitchen. He waited in a bewildered state.
"are you coming or not? I can always call Logan to come back." she said exhausted over her shoulder.
Rogue packed up a backpack full of food all the while John sat on the countertop watching her.
Teva was examining all the pictures on the wall of all the students.
"so is everyone here a mutant?" Teva asked.
"yep." Was Rogue's quick response.
"well, not everyone." John smirked.
Rogue tried to ignore him.
"What do you mean? There are humans who actually like us?" Teva asked again.
Rogue zipped up the bag and shoved it into John's chest. "not every human is a threat. You can ignore anything John has told you otherwise."
"Pyro didn't tell me anything. I just know that humans don't want us around." Teva said matter o'factly.
Rogue knew that she already had this conversation with John, but she was hoping that Teva would be a little more understanding but the girl appeared to have the same flawed view that John did.
Rogue walked into the hallway and opened up the door to the laundry room. She took some clothes off a hanging rack and handed Teva a pile.
"here, change into these and take whatever you need." She also handed John a random shirt and he eyed her coldly.
"I am not wearing HIS shirt."
Rogue looked down to see that she had in fact pulled on of Bobby's polos off the rack.
"my mistake." She said simply.
The sun was beginning to come out and Rogue knew that if John was going to make a break for it this was his last chance.
"you need to go. The kids will be waking up soon." Rogue opened the front door to show him out.
Teva stopped in the doorway. "come with us."
John knew what Rogue's response would be, so he stepped through the passageway.
"I can't."
and there they were. The words she had recited.
She felt worried watching the pair walk off towards the gates. She wasn't worried that they would get caught on the grounds. This was a deeper feeling of dread.
Author's Note: wow I'm not even sure this chapter is worth posting because it isn't as good as my previous ones. I hate stories that add new characters with little explaination and yet here I am writing one. I promise she won't get in the way too much. She's more a representation of something else.
Thank you to all my reviewers and the people who are still reading this story. I appreciate all your kind words. Especially, Unenlightened.