Rogue ✔

Chapter Seven : The Mall

"How do you fall in love?
Harder than a bullet could hit cha?
How do you fall apart?
Faster than a hairpin trigger."

"Here's what she was last seen in, Your Highness." The head prison guard, Steven, showed me a picture. Steven was supposedly the one incharge of keeping the Rouge in line. He didnt do his job very well.

He handed me the photograph for inspection. It was the Rougue filmed on a security camera on the first floor of the prison. Her back was turned to the camera but you could make out a definite appearance.

Honey blonde hair fell in dirty knots down to her shoulderblade. She wore a white and blue striped top along with blue jeans and large shoes. All no doubt stolen. It has been free for a few hours now... It could have changed.

This image couldn't be used to find her. There was no face. "Is there any other picture of her that we could use? One with a face?"

"No, sir." I sighed. No help these days.

The guard told me more about the former inmate as we walked down the stairs to the exit.

"She got into her first fight only 3 weeks in her stay here. She punctured a fellow inmates eye with a plastic fork over a minor dispute," filthy Rouges, always seeking violence, "She has been here for a total of 4 years... and we hope she stays here the rest of her miserable life."

"Oh no, she won't be returning here. We have no intention of bringing her back alive." I said whilst never once looking to the prison guards face.

My best tracker, Phillip was supposed to be in the Rouges cell, trying to catch a scent. Instead I saw him come down the hallway in front of us. A thin blanket in his hand.

"I think I've got it" Phillip said through his Irish red beard. "The scent."

"What are we standing here for? Let's go kill it!"

Paige POV

I wasn't sure if I liked shopping. There were so many people... I've never liked crowds. All of the clothes were ugly... too many sequins and too much lace. A lot of these outfits didn't leave much to the imagination. I didn't like it.

There I stood, Paige Carter, flipping through racks of clothing at a JC Penneys mall location. I've never been in a mall before. Anyway, I think that I've finally found a couple of outfits... they could last me a few days.

They were all just t-shirts and jeans. I paid for them with Rebecca's credit card, I knew that at some point she would freeze her account, I just didn't know when. I hoped that I could extort enough money to last a couple days, at least. I knew that I had to get out of town quick. I just didn't know where to go...

I checked out of the JC Penneys with new shoes, clothes, and even a hat. I also bought a hairbrush to comb out the tangles in my hair. I needed to blend in... that was my camouflage. And a skinny girl with crazy hair was bound to stick out like a sore thumb. There wasn't much that I could do about the weight gain, but I could fix my hair.

I asked the checkout lady if I could use the bathroom, she pointed me to a woden door at the back of the store. I changed and attemptes to comb my hair in the stall, to be honest... it didnt work. I realjzed that I was kind of scared to look at myself. I haven't seen what I look like in nearly 4 years. Did I look like my mother? Or maybe my father? Did I grow up to be ugly? I sighed.

There was only one way to find out.

With a foreign hesitancy, I opened up the stall door and winced when it let out a loud squeak. Rusty hinges.

I stepped outside of the stall and took a look at myself in the small mirror above the grimy looking sink.

The first thing that ran through my head when I first saw my appearance was that I looked like my mother. We could have been twins... if it weren't for my eyes. My mother's eyes were a beautiful ocean blue. I remember staring into them while she read me a story or made my breakfast. I remembered being jealous if her blue eyes, and being disapointed when I was the only child in my family not to have them. I adopted my eye color from my father...he had Indian black eyes that always made him look happy, especially when he was with his family.

Now, under the harsh flourescent lights of the public bathroom, my eyes looked nothing like his, mine seemed scary. They seemed almost... hollow. Like staring into the eyes of an old china doll. I mean, the rest of my face was fine... pretty even. I had high cheekbones, full lips, Long eyelashes, clear skin, and a soft nose. My eyes only made it look like a pretty girl who had seen too much.

My mother would have been disappointed.

I tore my eyes away from my face as I felt myself beginning to cry. I finally turned away and went back at my hair. My werewolf genes made it so it never got greasy or oily... but it couldn't stop it from being knotted. I stubbornly yanked and tugged at the twisted strands. It took me a while, but I finally got it done.

My honey blonde hair fell in uneven strands down to my shoulder blades, tickling my neck.

I exited the bathroom with a tingly scalp. My stomach growled, letting me know that it was time to visit the food court.

Damian POV

Phillip led me and the rest of the group to the main entrance of the BloodStream Mall. A medium sized mall located in the very center of the BloodStream pack.

"The Rouge walked all the way here... and the trail is recent. I'd bet she's still in there." Phillip stated after turning to me. A strange sense of satisfaction courses through me as I thought of rubbing this achievement in my brothers face. I could see it now,

One of my other warriors got on the phone with the packs Alpha. The Alpha then came in contact with some people inside the mall, a few moments later, three buff security guards come waltzing out the front entrance. They bow before me and thank me for my help.

They told us of the situation. They would close off all the exits and would send three mall security guards to help us in our search. They also told us they were prepared to take drastic measures to exterminate the Rogue. I grinned...

It was time for the plan to take motion...Wherever you are little Rouge, just remember,

"You can run... but you cant hide."