Life Of A Rogue

Prologe

"What age were you when it started?" he asked curiously.

"When they started putting people in or when they got my family?" I say non-chalontlly. I never get angry or aggravated thinking about it anymore.

"Both." Man I hate this kid.

" *Sigh* 12 when they started talking about it 13 when they started taking people and almost 14 when they got my family." That was the answer I gave everyone who asked. He sat there and nodded. This kid was new the the entire rouge alone thing. His parents were found trying to get away and were shot and taken away. Most likely to be gased. He was left alone. I found him crying in a little hole he dug for himself. Poor thing looked so pittiful. I should be harder than this. Such a curious buggar. "How did you get away ma'am" I look at the wall then the duffle I carry around than in that kids eyes.

" *Sigh* I was ready." He looked up at me with beautifully cute eyes. The ones my sister would give me when she was little.

"How?" I shake my head.

"I was awake long before that and I prepared, taught my sister how to survive in the wilderness. Had basic needs in a duffle; that was when I was 13." The kid sits there and nods his head. Once we got him in gave him some food and let him sleep for a bit he was right back on his curious feet. I hate curiosity. I use to love it. I was very curious when I was his age too. Then I found the real world we live in. Full of lies, conspiracies and the unknown. Then came the camps and troops. I knew I couldn't be curious anymore. I had to be the adult. And here I was sitting in my bright pink room that I would be able to stay a creative kid forever. A crazy, creative, messed-up, sick kid. Thirteen. That's when I had to grow up. I wasn't even old enough to get a job. My life looked so promising. I had great grades, a plan for my life, many great talents, and people who supported me for me. Grades faded away after I left. The plan went out the window. Half of the talents I gave up on. Art spent too much supply's, I only diy what I need. Writing still do every once in a while. Acting, I had no time. Singing was easy so I kept at it. Now I can train my own attack animals through song. Wonderful thing, the power of music.

"You talk so much about your little sister. Where is she?" I snap out of what I was thinking about and frown, wincing. Its the only memory I look back on, and is hard to think and talk about. He took one look at my torn face and turns away.

"I'm sorry ma'am I was just wondering. I can tell its hard to talk about. I'm sorry." I look at him. This was the most he has said at one time since I met him. And it was for an apologise for being curious. I look at him.

"No its fine. Listen you have gone through so much more than me. And your holding up better." He looked at me confused. "But I barely talk and I cry every night." I look at him understanding what he's saying.

"I would cry every night too. And every day, every time I had to move further from my home. I would cry the further I got from my family. And I ended up becoming something less than truly human." He looks at me determined to help. I look at him and chuckle.

"You are human. You have a face and you helped me when I was alone." I looked at him sadly. He's too young to have been not only brought into this mess but also to be alone doing it. He doesn't even understand what I'm saying.

"Go to bed hun, you need your sleep. We are waking up early tomorrow to pack up camp and move more. Maybe even find a trading post somewhere." I say. He looks at me

"Than you have to go to bed to ma'am."

" *Sigh* fine get in bed and I'll try my best." I tuck him in and lay in my bed. But I cant sleep. I grab the manga I was reading. Dracula Everlasting, Vampire Academy and Deathnote. The three graphic novels that really let me escape. I open one of them up and start reading.