Reality's Regrets

Chapter 1: Mistake One: AKA Gambit

She sat alone in the middle of the emptiness, silently weeping. It was their fault. No matter how many other people took part in it, the guilt found it's way back to them. She looked around at all the sad, mourning faces and had to let her tears go freely, not caring if anyone saw.

She hated herself for what happened. It wasn't like she could blame it on anyone in particular. They had all played a big role in the event.

Remy kneeled in front of Rogue and traced the wet paths throughout her face lightly with his finger tips, "We should go…"

She ignored him. To paralyzed to speak. All she could do was stare at her four friends. Their faces matching hers completely…Regret. Yes, regret is what it was. What lead to their regret was their mistake.

Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.

2 Weeks Earlier

" Logan! Were trying to get him to a hospital not kill him!" Jean shouted. She was grateful for his sense of urgency, but at the rate he was going, it was just an unnecessary risk. The road was unusually bumpy and hard objects were continuously running into them, according to Logan. But in her opinion, it was totally vice versa.

Looking in the view mirror he grunted, "Do you want to drive?"

"—No."

"Then shut it kid!"

"Just make the pain go 'way!" The stranger in the back wailed. He held his stomach as if he was trying to keep his guts from falling out - which he might well have been doing, the gash had been pretty damn deep.

"Here let me…"

"Don'! A'ready told y', don' touch it!"

"But—"

"bzzz—"

"Please, just let me—"

"………."

St.John shook his head slowly. He had been sitting in the corner of the x-van for what seemed like days. He was completely bored out of his mind and the only entertainment the ride offered was an injured Cajun and bitchy telepath chewing each other's heads off every time they'd make the slightest eye contact. How fun…

"Ughhh...Stop it!"

Remy glared at her, "Listen femme. I didn' wan' t' be here in de first place. I was doin' fine until y'all kidnapped me."

"For the last time, we didn't kidnap you." Jean groaned.

"Y' X-men brought me in dis van wit' out my permission, n' even when I wanted y'all t' let me go, y' didn'. Dat cherie is wha' we Americans call kidnappin'."

Jean started to growl, "We were helping you. You're hurt."

Remy rolled his eyes, "I'm perfectly fine, it's jus' a cut."

At the far end of van, Pyro cocked his left eyebrow up high. In the 'Male Expressions Decoding Guide', that meant more of the lines of, 'I have actually severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit that I'm hurt.'Snickering a little bit he shrugged it off and continued to watch the show.

"Yea, this is coming from the man who a few moments ago was wailin…You know what, whatever, there's no use in arguing with you anyways." Jean said putting a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

Remy's face instantly plastered with a winning smile, "Well I'm happy y' finally realize dat…Took long 'nuf."

'Oh, no' Pyro thought. 'Someone is in trouble...' He purposely scooted closer so he could see Jean's reaction in a better view...

Jean's began twitching..."My Gosh! Why do you always have to the last say in things.Thats so annoying!You're so annoying!"

Remy smirked cockily "Merci cherie. I try my best… but dammit fo' some reason you won' get de hint n' leave me de hell alone!"

"…heh heh…"

Jeans eyes darted to Pyro, an almost visible aura of hatred emanating from them, "You have something to say?"

Pyro rolled his eyes then began playing with a paperclip he found on the floor, distracting himself, "..."

"……..ARRRGGHHH… to hell with both with you! So flippin' irritating!" Jean screached getting up from her seat.

St.John smirked as he watched her stride past him, "…. I still love you!"

She gave them the finger and sat down in front with Logan. Remy turned to the pyromatic, with a puzzled look on his face, "Girlfriend?"

"Fucking hell no."

"Sure?"

"Yup."

"Hmm—"

"RED LIGHT, REDLIGHT…………" .

"Shit!...Jean you better shut up or your ass is back!" Both Pyro and Remy heard Wolverine yell. "Don't think for a second I won't send you back with Gumbo and the idiot!"

St.John put a hand to his heart and sighed dramatically, "He says that like it's a bad thing." Remy nodded his head in agreement.

"— LOGAN WATCH OUT! ARE YOU BLIND! CARRRRRR!"

Remy rolled his eyes; they would probably continue to hear their jabbering throughout the whole ride, but then again they had been driving for quite some time now. Actually a real long time…"Excuse me!"

"……."

"Hello!"

"……."

"HELLO!"

"Do you think were deaf Gumbo, what do you want?"

Remy sighed in relief. Finally. " I was wonderin', when we are goin' t' get to de hospital."

"Soon." Logan answered simply as he continued to drive straight.

Pyro looked out the window. All he could see was black. Squinting his eyes harder he could barely make out a street sign, 'Cananda.' "Umm… Logan…are we lost?"

A strike of fear went through his body, "Umm…No, of course were not, why would you say that…" '…because I'm lost and have no idea where we are, and no one will probably ever see us alive again.' Wolverine thought to himself.

Pyro shrugged, "Umm…no reason…" '…BECAUSE WERE OBVIOUSLY NOT GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION YOU DUMBASS!' the Australian yelled mentally.

Wolverine grunted, "…I'm taking a short cut.", 'Well that's one way to buy off time.'

" Oh I see…What your definition of short cut?", 'Unlike you, I want to go to sleep in my bed. Tonight.'

"Listen flameboy, I've got my reasons for what I am doing…", '…and I sure hope I think of some pretty soon…'

Jean shook her head...Men. "You know…I can read your minds."

Pyro and Logan quickly glanced at eachother, while Remy looked at them both and sighed, "Remy thinking dat we should stop n' ask fo' directions."

"For once I agree with him." Jean said to Logan who just snorted.

"And this is why I never agree with any of you, where do you suppose we stop?" he asked.

Remy looked around, Wolverine was right. Groaning, he was not so ready to give up yet. He took a good look out the window again, surprisingly there was a small run downed building coincidently perched on a hill in their direction. Bingo! "How 'bout y' go t' dat bar right dere?"

Turning his head to where Remy pointed, Pyro freezed, "…Umm…And do what mate? Ask them if they know where us poor mutants that are shown as apocalypses to the world on the 10 o'clock news every night, can find Bayville from here'?" Pyro said sarcastically. There was no way he was going in some weird , probably mob infested bar, that most likely was occupied with millions of anti-mutant protesters ready to decapitate them in less then a heartbeat.

Jean shrugged, not really caring what they did now, "What's the worse that can happen?"

Knowing Pyro would probably answer that question to, Wolverine slammed on the breaks. He couldn't believe he was doing this, "Let's go."

Pyro's eyes widened, "You can't be serious." Looking straight at Remy, a little smile tugged the corner of his lips, "Ok. You and Jean can go, I'll stay here with Remy, and be his personal bodyguard."

"..Heh, heh. Tough luck bub, you're coming with me. Jean you watch Remy." He ordered.

"But—"

"Shhhh!" Logan said practically dragging him out of the van.

Suddenly feeling helpless Remy called out, "Hey! Canadian, how are y'all discludin' me from dis. I wan' t' come."

"Ha you got to be joking me." Jean laughed.

Remy glared at her, "Remy told you he's alright, see... look. I can walk just fine." He said getting up and walking out of the van as if he was good as new. Jean gave him a look of disbelief. Proving that he had made a miraculously fast recovery he jumped in the air a couple of times.

Not believing him for a second, Logan snorted, "You know what…let him come, if anything bad happens to him, it's for the best I guess…"

The 4 mutants walked to the front door of the bar. Even though one of them were staggering and limping. It was ignored, for the best I guess, as Wolverine would put it.

Pyro started biting his nails, the door looked like it was made of metal and had lock on it was as huge as a baseball, "Looks like it's locked, better head bac—"

"Not so fast bub, the sign says 'knock first'… and it looks like you just volunteered to do so."

Pyro almost cried, just his luck. He could have sworn that he was jinxed in another life. Not wanting to knock on the door at all, he tried buying off time by searching for a door bell of some sort. For his actions he received a nice clog on the head.

"Knock already."

Holding himself back from viciously pulverizing his abusive mentor, he finally got the courage to knock on the door. After a minute a young girl's voice was heard, "What's your business here?"

Jean gulped and watched Logan take a step closer to the door, "We'd like to use a phone, kid." He said gruffly.

The door opened and they all began having second thoughts about going in. The place was so quiet and that girl's voice was oh so creepy…

Jean gave Logan a stern look, "You could have been nicer."

"Is the door open?"

"Yes."

"Well then stop complaining." He said walking inside. Jean quickly followed closely behind leaving Pyro and Remy outside.

Remy turned to Pyro, "C'mon let's go in…"

In response Pyro quickly shook his head.

After 2 minutes of silence between the two Remy was to dang cold to wait any longer and forcefully dragged his companion into the bar." Was that necessary? I have a bad feeling about this place, and I'd feel a lot safer outside."

"Ditto."

"Hmmm…Wonder where's that –"

"Hello."

Pyro and Remy yelped and turned around to come face to face with a young girl. She couldn't be older then 16, her skin was an odd pale-bluish color -as if she was frozen or something. Her eyes were grey and she had short blond hair.

"Erm…Hi, petite."

"Hey."

"You look hurt... Have I seen you somewhere before?" She asked Remy who shook his head rigorously.

"No? You sure do look like...you aren't one of those mutant monsters, are you?"

"Nope."

"You sure? Cause you do look pretty mutantish."

Remy raised his left eyebrow now a little more angry then scared, "I could say the same to you."

"Asshole." She said giving him an icy glare.

"Bitch..."

"Teresa leave them alone." A deep voice yelled.

"Yes father."

Author's Note: THIS IS NOT A HORROR STORY! I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A HORROR STORY, this and a little bit of the next chap will be the only time you ever read about this girl.

So what do you think? As I was working on my story 'Bets' this idea popped into my head. I'd loved to continue it but I would really like to see what you think. So plz review.