Anna Marie has done good (run_away) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-05-29 17:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | rogue |
Who: Rogue
Where: Somewhere in Quebec
When: May 29, 2013
What: Rogue runs into some trouble, but things work in her favor. For once.
Rating: PG
Rogue was still squatting in the barn, and while it wasn't great, it was better than nothing. She thought she hadn't seen anyone for days, and figured she was alone out there. Well, she was wrong.
The sound of a shotgun going off caught her attention. Well, woke her up and startled Rogue enough she nearly shouted. "What in the hell?" she muttered and then heard the voice outside speaking in French, "This is not a free home! Leave right now or I will shoot you! Get off my property!"
Rogue peered through the half broken siding and saw the man there with a shot gun in his hand, still smoking from the first shot. "I'm going to give you to the count of three. Get out! And if you come back, I won't give you a warning!" the voice bellowed and Rogue sighed. Why couldn't she just catch a break. It was an old barn that nobody used, what did it matter if she was here or not? Closing her eyes, she knew she had to go. She didn't want the guy to come in after her, or worse, shoot.
Pressing her lips together tight, Rogue picked herself up on her feet. She could fly away easy enough and then as if the guy read her mind, he fired the gun again. "I want you out here so I can see your face, don't try running." Okay, it wasn't like she had to take that thread seriously because she could probably take a blast from his shotgun easy and also could fly away. But she'd already run away once and maybe...hell, maybe talking to the guy would do her more of a favor. Everybody always told her to put some trust into people and...well...here goes.
Rogue got down and then carefully exited the barn with her hands raised in the air. The man held the gun ready and pointed at her, and then he took a closer look.
"You're just a kid," the man said and Rogue wasn't sure how to take that. Sure, she didn't look old, but she wasn't a teenager. But the man looked to be in his late fifties. Most of his hair had gone gray. She replied, "I just needed a place to stay. I didn't meant to cause any harm."
"You shouldn't sleep in a place like this, it's not healthy. Where did you come from? You aren't speaking Quebecois" he asked. Rogue could think of a million lies but she went with the truth, "I'm from America. I came here because—"
"You're a mutant," the man said but instead of picking up his rifle again, he lowered it, "I knew a mutant once. Grizzly fellow, saved my life. Claws out of his hands." Wolverine. Rogue smiled, "I know him, he's my friend. Logan."
"Yes, that's it," the man said and came walking over to her through the tall dead grass, "Come, you don't have to stay out here. You can stay with my wife and me for a bit. No one should have to sleep in an old barn here in the cold. It won't get remotely warm until July. Come, let's go."
"Are you sure about this?" she asked. She wasn't so quick to trust him, but he instead smile, "Any friend of Logan's is a friend of mine. If we get back, I can convince my wife to make some poutine for us." He turned then and started back toward his truck. Rogue stood there for a moment. A smile creeped onto her face and she hurried after him.