A Soul Anew

He looked at her with eyes filled with compassion, might have been because he lost his parents at a young age, or it might have been because she felt she had something inside In any case, he answered the second part. <span style='color:gray'>You should discover what lies inside you, because it could either be evil, or be something you'd be happy to see. In both cases, you'd either be executed or praised by me... And I wouldn't mind ignoring one evildoer this one time...</span> He smiled at her. <span style='color:gray'>Oh, and you ARE a youngin, cause you aint got a sensible head on yer shoulders, show some intelligence and I might regard you as sumin more than a kid...</span>

 

<span style='color:gray'>Don't feel bad kid, I've still got at least a 20 year lead on ya, if my physical judgement is correct, and I call anyone younger than me a kid, even a 74 year old...</span> He chuckled to himself, and produced a small hunk of dried meat. <span style='color:gray'>You know, you've both killed me and saved my life tonight...</span> He muttered, and then walked out after placing the meat on a stick by the fire, and sat down opposite her, following her example of gazing out at the rain. He placed his finger in a small puddle outside, and then began drawing a design on the dry rock floor, a strange spiral, helix shape, barely recgonizable as a strand of DNA. <span style='color:gray'>My family has bin on this planet for thosuands of years, witnessing historical events, the discovery of humanseach new generation learning the history and trade of the ones before them. My family broke the chain, and I feel I've disgraced the family name. Maybe one day I'll settle down somehwere, maybe start a family, and teach my children about my history and my family's skill in gunsmithing, for if I'm ever killed, or if I finally kick the bucket cause old age, long after this day, Almost two thousand years of tradition, of techniques, everything will be gone... If my parents hadn't of died on me I might not be like I am today... I might be crouched over a gun in some workshop, fiddling away... I guess they helped me in at least one way, with their sacrifice...</span> He stalled, realising he was acting as old as he was, spouting off some tale to anyone younger than him that would listen. He shook his head, and continued to gaze out at the rain...

 

Dom snapped in knowing as soon as she finished the last comment. <span style='color:gray'>Fine Rogue, I guess saving my life twice gives you the right to be called by your name... And I'm sorry...</span> He patted her shoulder and went back to his fire, not sure how else to respond to the situation. He sat down, and began poking at the fire with a stick to stir the embers into new light. A few moments later, and several new pieces of thick wood fell of the fire in a spray of sparks. He now gazed into the fire, comparing the rain outside to the blazing fire, totally different, yet in some ways the same...

 

He seemed to understand her situation, although he had never been in one similar to it himself. Another piece of wood thrown on the fire, another deep sigh, he wished the rain would stop so he could be on his way. <span style='color:gray'>Where ya headed after we get out of here?</span> He asked politely, more out of mild interest rather than seriously wanting to know...

 

He paused. <span style='color:gray'>You have no destination? Everyone has to have one, isn't there somewhere you've always wanted to go?</span> He tilted his head to the side, his wild dog colored fur greying slightly, but not too much. <span style='color:gray'>Come on, anywhere you'd like to maybe live?</span>

 

He chuckled a little. <span style='color:gray'>Geeze Rogue, you sound like I should! Old, Stuffy, and Abysmal. You have to find somewhere, something, someone eventually, otherwise life will be pretty dull for the next hundred years or so...</span> He turned back to the flames yet again, pondering his future as well. Maybe he would change his evildoer scheme to part time, maybe get a job at a museum or something to help preserve history, something saving that was worthwhile...

 

Dom scratched his chin. <span style='color:gray'>Never heard of em...</span> He muttered. <span style='color:gray'>But at least you ahve someone then right? Hell you have a friend in me if you'd stop being so stuffy!</span> He scolded her lightly, trying to turn the conversation around, away from the dark and depressing...

 

He smirked. <span style='color:gray'>Changed yer mind eh? How'd you know my offer's still there?</span> He grabbed his guns from where they sat, realising they must be long since dry, and holstered them, after glancing out again at the never ending rain. He bet half the low part of the jungle was flooded...

 

He joined her howl, going mad with confinement on one side, but his old mindset reminded him he had years to wait. <span style='color:gray'>I was joking kid...</span> He said, before realising it was pouring harder than ever. <span style='color:gray'>Guess thats why they call it a rainforest...</span> He muttered, and fired one round into the darkness of the cave in irritation. He was greeted with a splash and a rumble, making him jump, as he expected the bounce of a bullet. He grabbed a stick from the fire and tossed it back, watching the pool of light reveal that the slowly sloping cave had become sunken underwater, no doubt thanks to the underwater stream from before with something living in it. The burning wood was about to hit the water, but before it did, it landed with a smack on something, and Dom was shocked to see it was a giant eellike creature, stalking the new shallows, waiting for the water to rise up to a point where it could gobble up Dom and Rogue. The eel shifted as turned, dropping the burning stick under the water, and blanketing the back end in darkness again. <span style='color:gray'>Hey, you should see this...</span> He called to Rogue, and then threw in another flaming stick. <span style='color:gray'>We have a few choices, either we run out in the cold wet rain, and get fried to death by lightning via water able to conduct electricity, we can wait here for the water to rise enough for that eel to get out of the cave, and since the lower parts of the jungle were underwater, we'd be condemming innocents to their deaths, and I won't allow that, we can try and kill the eel, or we can ignore everything and get eaten... Take your pick, or the mystery door...</span> He chuckled, but when he threw another stick he was scared to see that the water had risen almost a foot within a minute. <span style='color:gray'>Time is running out, contestant number one, make your friggin selection!</span>

 

<span style='color:gray'>Damn stupid kid!</span> He muttered, and bolted off after her, his fire soon being quenched by the rising water. He hated the rain, coming from a dank dark damp jail cell where he was raised for the first few years of his life... The rain soon soaked him through, and the deep puddle of water everywhere only made things worse...