Abyss of the Fallen Angel (Rogue Cheney x OC Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Rogue's POV:

I immediately left the building and went into my shadow form, zipping back to the guild. There Sting was standing by the request board. He looked up and smiled.

"Finally, I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," he exclaimed. "Listen, you want to take a mission for tomorrow? I found this interesting one you might like." I looked at him as he held out the paper.

"Just me? You mean you're not coming?" I asked. Sting hummed and ran his fingers through his tarnished blonde locks.

"Well you see, I've got a little errand to run tomorrow, but... We need rent, you know?" he said nervously. It was an obvious lie. We had enough for rent for the next four months. Lies, lies, lies! Why was everyone starting to lie? I scoffed and ripped the parchment from his hands.

"I'll get it done," I stated. I read the mission and narrowed my eyes. "Sting, this calls for two dragon slayers specifically." I looked back at him and he grinned.

"That's right," he said happily. "And we've got another dragon slayer now."

"Your errand is going to take all day?" I asked. He nodded. I sighed.

"See me off?" He gave me a thumbs up and I let a small smile appear on my lips. Even if he lied, I couldn't stay mad at him for long. In this place, Sting and the exceeds were all I have.

"I'll be there until you leave," he said with a smirk. "Don't feel bad if you have to keep your pants off for a bit. I'm sure Serpex and you and can have fun while you're on the mission." I frowned and punched him straight on the head.

"I am not in love with her! Fuck off!" I shouted. But the idea of being alone with Serpex really did worry me. I'd have to keep my guard up. If she can lie in Minerva's face and live, then I'd have to watch everything. From her tone, to her expressions, to her words, and body language.

Serpex's POV:

Night fell by the time I'd gotten all of my luggage to the guild dorm. Minerva and I had retired and were now sitting in silence. Despite her high status, her room seemed to be the only one with a bunk bed. It was kind of childlike, but I liked it. She got top bunk so I got bottom bunk. After the moon had risen, I was startled when Minerva spoke.

"You don't truly find pleasure in torturing others, do you?" she asked.

"What makes you ask that?" I answer monotone.

"They way you look at the world reminds me of the way I am," she said. I blinked in the darkness. The way she was?

"I don't understand."

"I'm going to tell you something that needs to stay between us," she stated. "When I was a child, I was weak. My father abandoned me in a forest full of monsters. He told me I couldn't return until I threw away all my tears. I had to throw away my innocence. I had to learn to kill. Defeat doesn't exist until the enemy can barely stand. And so I became strong. The look in your eyes have been glazed over. You've had a painful past like I have."

I hesitated and then said, "My past is only for certain ears to hear. We all face hardships and I am not to be spared. I've lost the emotion to care for others. I suppose you are correct. You and I are actors on a stage. People made to exist in a world that isn't ours."

"Have you ever thought of burning the theatre down?" I smiled.

"And if we did, who would we be? When you look yourself in the mirror, can we really ever see our old selves again?" I questioned. Minerva let out a chuckle.

"Too much has happened... I'm glad we've had the chance to meet," she said. "Friends don't exist in Sabertooth. But..."

"How about we just be companions, then?"