Hey I'm back, much faster than I had intended to, but one of you inspired me to sit down, and just write for the pleasure of it, so thank you.
First of all, thanks for reviewing, as I asked you to, and sorry if it seemed weird, I just had to at least have an idea on how many were reading, so thanks.
Second: My godfather who lives in the Philippines have been on a bigger jungle adventure for the last month or more, and he's coming home next week, so I'm hopping to get some good stories out of him, and who knows, maybe some personal experiences will find it's way into this story, who knows…
He did take some few pics, and i'm thinking about making one of them the new cover... To make it that bit more personal :)
I don't own x – men, no matter how much I wished I did sometimes…
Continuing day 4
Walking back to the camp 14:30pm
It had been a long, rainy day, but the sun finally seemed to shine through the clouds.
They were terrified, because Rogue's suspicions seemed to be true: They weren't alone. A big cliché right?
Someone was setting up traps, someone wanted to catch something, something they still didn't know what was, and that was what terrified them. They were scared for what they didn't know, and what they couldn't see.
They had gotten themselves into quite a mess already, and it had only been four days. They were confused and mad, mad at each other, mad at their surroundings, and mostly, mad at their teachers, their so called protectors, the same protectors that send them here, only because they couldn't work as a team. The worst part of it was how true it was, they couldn't work together. They were useless, filthy, and tired.
They had been walking for some time now, without saying a single word to each other, not even Tabby had a clever remark to lighten the situation…
When they finally arrived, another problem appeared. The camp had been infiltrated for the second time, and this time it had leaved quite a mess behind. Nothing seemed taken, but the tents were ruined, pillow feathers was laying everywhere, and the porta potty was set on fire. Even the few bags with clothes were torn apart too…
"It could be worse, that's what you said. We still have the tents you said. Well, we sure don't have that anymore…" Evan snapped as they started picking up whatever might be able to safe.
"You know, I get the feeling that someone doesn't like us." Kurt acknowledge to Scott, whose only reaction was to look away, as if unsure what to answer.
"Not to bother you further, but wouldn't it be a good idea to call Logan or the professor? Maybe even tell them what's going on? Because this minor rampage doesn't seem planned." Kurt stated, finally letting a reaction show on the leaders face.
"And what if it is? What if everything that's happening to us is staged, hell they might be looking down at us right now, just waiting for me to make the call, proving that I aren't leader material. I'm sorry Kurt, but I can't risk it." He then lifted a big blue plastic cover up from the ground, studying it closely.
"…This might actually be worth something. All we need to do is make a well framework, and we'll have a shelter. There won't be space to much more than half of us though, but it's better than nothing. " Scott confirmed.
"Oh so we are just letting go of the subject like that? Well then, who's the lucky ones?" Kurt asked, already knowing that he wouldn't be one of them. Not that it couldn't be, he simply didn't want to.
"Those with the weakest immune system will probably get a guaranteed ticket inside. Kitty, Amara and Jubilee as a start, all three of them are pretty skinny, and at a higher risk of catching something. Rogue wouldn't be a good choice, and we both know why. Those who's hurt is also at a higher risk at getting an infection, and that includes that bandaged hand of yours… How is it by the way?" He gave a mild glare of concern.
"Please stop worrying, it isn't that bad, and I'm well prepared to sleep in the open, so give the space to someone who needs it."
As Kurt finished his sentence, a loud cry for help sounded trough the air:
"Somebody help! He's bleeding, a lot!" It showed up to be Amara yelling up, as she came through the woods, carrying a pale Ray with the help from Roberto.
"What happened! And oh my, that's a lot of blood…" Evan announced, suddenly feeling dizzy by the look of the wound.
"What happened?" Kitty asked as she too came running.
"Well the guy here were too stubborn to wait for an actual plan, and decided to take a little swim in a lake filled with hungry piranhas!" Roberto was angry with Ray for not listening. All this could had been avoided if he hadn't been so impatient. "We had managed to stop the bleeding, but as we started walking back, it started again, and now it won't stop!" Amara announced, glancing at Ray.
"Hey stop playing the blame game, you guys couldn't come up with anything, and someone had to actually do something! And besides, I was the one who almost got his leg chewed of, not you!" Ray protested before closing his eyes in pain, only leaving a faint groan.
"Let him lie down, and Amara, see if you can find something soft to lay underneath his leg. Kitty, see if you can find a needle and thread, some bandage and some saline. Now, what did you do since they reacted like this?" Scott asked.
"Nothing, I did nothing else than let my feet down that stupid lake!" Ray yelled back, not really carrying why it happened, as the only thing he could think of was the current stinging and tingling feeling in his limb.
"It's true, he didn't really do anything to aggravate the fishes. Actually they just looked plain evil." Bobby admitted. He then began to actually look around, first realizing now how trashed the place was. "Now can someone tell me why this place suddenly looks like a junkyard?"
"We don't know. This was how it looked like when we came back half an hour or so ago." Tabby informed, not liking the situation any more than anyone else did.
Kitty finally came back with everything they needed for the wound. She handed it to Scott, who then looked at it embarrassed.
"I um, I've never really done this before…" He admitted, scared to do something wrong. He knew what things you needed, but he didn't know how to sew it together.
"I'm quite familiar with it, I can do it." Kurt insisted.
"I don't know if that's a good idea fuzzy." Kitty advised, only angering him.
"Oh so because you don't want me to, I shouldn't do it? I've been in situations where I had to sew myself together before Keety, I believe I can handle a wound like this without a problem. And just because I almost got a knife all the way through my hand, no thanks to you, doesn't mean I'm invalid and unable to use the other one. Now hand me the Saline…" He ordered, reaching out a hand, waiting for her to hand him whatever he asked for.
"Alright then Dr. Wagner, if you're so sure you know what you're doing, then I guess I have no other choice than to obey." Kitty stated, handing him the Saline.
"So, not to be a pain in the ass or anything, but when this is done, we'll eat right?" Kurt asked.
"Yes we will I'm starving too." Tabby agreed.
At night 01:20am
Rogue, Scott, Bobby, Kurt, Tabby, and Rahne was the only ones that hadn't found themselves a spot in the overcrowded shelter. It was a dark night, with the only light being the fireplace, which seemed to illuminate its surroundings with a nice orange liked glow.
A minor fog had seemed to settle, as a weird sound woke Rogue yet again. For some reason, she had to be the easily awake and too alert weirdo, who seemed like going insane by the lack of sleep, but then she heard it again, the sound of someone talking to her.
"Leave, go away. You shouldn't be here, none of you should."
She sat up, looking around her desperately, wanting to see whoever it was that chose to talk to her in the middle of the night. The talking then seemed to fade down, so she slowly laid her head back on the thin blanket.
They had managed to save some of the simple things as sleeping bags and blankets, and their flashlights wasn't gone either. She had just managed to relax when she heard a voice again, and this time she took the flashlight and stood up.
She couldn't hear however it was a boy or a girl talking to her, maybe neither, maybe exactly this part really was all in her head, but then she saw the silhouette of someone not standing to long away. She slowly walked in the direction of the shadowed figure, not really thinking about the consequences.
When she stood not much more than about fifteen feet away, the shadow once again spoke up: You shouldn't be here, it's dangerous. I've been trying to warn you, trying to make you understand, but you won't listen. You're different, you're all different, and that's what makes this so dangerous. Go home, you don't belong here…
The shadow kept on like that for what seemed like forever, making Rogue more and more terrified, then all of a sudden, it disappeared. She could feel herself shaking violently, as she tried to find back to the others. The fog slowly vanished as she got back to the familiar campfire. She sat down, not really tired anymore, and soon found herself starring at the small flames.
Never had Rogue been scared to the dark, heck, she actually enjoyed it sometimes, but this particular night couldn't end fast enough…
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