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Chapter 1 – An Exchange
Dear Charles Xavier,
There are few things in this world, or any other, that contend with a man's love for his daughter. Such is true for Lizzie, who, for whatever reason, I bonded with more than any other child I've created during my long tenure as the world's resident mad scientist. Deciding against disposing or otherwise harming her, I kept her by my side and molded her into an apprentice of sorts. Of course, all the planning in the world would not have prevented a certain dislikable Cajun from fucking up my plans for her life, if you will pardon my language. The doctor is out, and the rather infuriated father is in.
Remy is an interesting man. I've always been fascinated by his physiology, powers, and survival instincts; this lead me to extensive scrutiny of him for years, during which I also learned of his guilty pleasure: beautiful women. innumerable women have fallen prey to that boy's charm, and I must acknowledge, it's quite extraordinary. Remy, for all practical purposes, is the antithesis of the gentleman a father wants to see his daughter with. Besides the fact that his blood alcohol content has been astronomically high each time I've brought him in, he's also brash, uneducated, lethargic…the list could continue for the rest of this page, but I shall spare you the nuisance.
Ten years ago, at the 'ripe' old age of only sixteen, Remy was kidnapped and brought to me. As an adolescent, he was expected to be involved in certain acts of debauchery, especially considering his upbringing as an expert thief among the Thieves' Guild (Did I mention that I object strongly to his courting my daughter?) and his naturally relaxed persona. My role as a physician, scientist, and geneticist has trained me to study a person by investigating that person's corporeal self. In this particular case, I managed to learn quite a lot about Remy just by what was on his body.
More specifically:
On his body:
-Tequila (chest)
-Lipstick (4 colors, spread all over Remy's face, neck, chest, and penis)
-Vaginal fluids (2 donors, samples found on Remy's chin)
Current injuries:
-Human fingernail markings (back, shoulders)
-Broken blood vessels on neck, chest, and lower pelvis (hickeys, I kid you not)
-Light facial bruising
-Cuts over knuckles
Now, this paints a very accurate picture of Remy at that age. God knows how many nights ended like this – Remy covered in lipstick and booze. I faintly remember being this age and I do not even think I knew anyone who behaved as such. Regrettably, that was a dissimilar era, and Nathaniel Essex never came home with traces of female on him, as touching was considered to be so indecent back then. A shame really, when my subsequent decisions are analyzed I really can't help but wonder if I would have developed into an executioner if I had a bit more sexual attention in my own day.
I will admit that maybe I was slightly cruel to Remy on more than a few occasions. He repeatedly crossed the line between 'patient' and 'specimen,' something I'm not particularly proud of. As Remy grew into adulthood, I think my actions very negatively affected him in that each time I examined him over the next few years, he was suffering from untreated illness or injury, suggesting a fear of physicians and possibly infirmaries. Consequently, each new experience with Remy left me with more power over him as his fear of both myself and my practices increased exponentially.
On several occasions before his twenty-first birthday, I enlisted his help in a variety of matters. His crippling fear, accompanied by a variety of mind control methods, made him ideal; there was that one matter that you know well about. Yes, the one that lead to Remy's unfortunate abandonment by Rogue – I must say, that was a fine example of teamwork! If I knew what I know now (that he would become so involved with Liz), there is no chance in hell I would save him again. The good Lord knows I would kill him if Liz would not hold it against me. Wishful thinking, at best.
The purpose of this letter, essentially, is to awaken you to the inevitabilities that face us. With Remy estranged from his family, he relies heavily on you for advice; and you know this marriage will only hurt both of them. While I care significantly less about Remy's feelings, you cannot deny the utter stupidity that has overcome Remy and Liz for this entire relationship. Liz is beautiful, brilliant, and, frankly, far superior to Remy in almost every way imaginable. It is not unreasonable to assume that he probably craves her attention primarily because of this fact. Therefore, I think that it might be difficult for you to give your blessing to this debacle.
While I mean no disrespect to Remy's person, I do not foresee Liz being happy with an idiotic thief who cannot speak proper English, much less satisfy her intellectual needs. Please reconsider my suggestion.
Yours truly,
Nathaniel Essex
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Dr. Essex,
I was surprised to receive correspondence from you, and understand your utterly desperate position, as I find myself in an equally uncomfortable place. Your paternal instincts are right on target, except you forget one very important thing.
Your daughter is a wicked creature.
Elizabeth, while all of the things you described, also possesses something you do not: youth. You speak of being young? She is young and entitled to her own discretions, as long as they remain within reason, which they do not. Due to his rearing, Remy is not like most of my other students in that only slight traces of very basic morality guide him along in life. Suffice to say that I was highly disappointed when Lizzy showed up and brought him several rungs on the ladder of morality, which she apparently cannot appreciate, a trait I'm sure she possesses because of you.
It is my personal belief that the marriage will be a disaster because one-half of it will be composed of the brilliant moral vacuum that is your spawn. The warmth in Remy's heart is not enough for both of them, and he is a good man, deep down inside. The very tenderness that allows him to look past you to love Liz will probably kill him someday. I do, however, agree with your assessment that Remy craves her attention because he suffers from a serious self-esteem issue that I won't go into detail here.
As far as your comments about Antarctica are concerned – you can go fuck yourself, if you'll pardon my language. Being the 'superior' intellect among the two of us, maybe you have learned that his own insecurity probably played heavily in his judgment. Even if it did not, I shall make no apologies for my team. With the types of situations they find themselves in, I expected a grave mistake to be made eventually, although I deeply regret that it involved Remy, whose life really has not been fair at all (which is mostly your fault).
All of that aside, I have tried repeatedly to talk sense into Remy, who I think believes he has no soul left to sell, and has been caught up in the bravado of cheap thrills and wicked women.
Your Truly,
Charles Xavier
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