I should be dead and hanging right now because I didn't do any updating during the holidays. I am so sorry. Don't feed me to the crows.
Anyway, I apologize and with that, I also give you a new story. Hope you forgive me.
But it wasn't my fault. My computer just recovered after a bout of virus. Nasty.
Disclaimer: I am Stan and I do own X-men. Hah! Who am I kidding?
Summary: "Merde!" Remy shouted. He got up and ran to her. "Chere, y' ok? Chere? Chere!" He shook her hard, trying to wake her up. Tears fells down on Rogue's cheek. Remy's tears.
ROMY, JONDA, X-IETRO, ANLOCKE, LANCITTY and many many more.
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Oh, ma cherie
Chapter 1- No!
What if… what if everything was different?
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"Remy…" She whispered as she lay on the ground, blood spilling from her wound.
"Chere, hold on!" He said as he tried to fend off Deathstrike.
"It's no use, shugah. Go! Leave meh!" She said.
"Non! Remy will not leave his chere behind!" He said defiantly.
She closed her eyes and sighed. She winced in pain as the sigh caused her wound to hurt even more.
"Remy…" She said again.
Remy was by her in a second. His eyes were red. "Come chere." He said softly as he carried her off the ground. She snuggled into him. "Y'll be ok. Trust Remy." He kissed her forehead and started to run.
His voice started to fade away. And she closed her eyes.
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Remy was fifteen when he first joined the X-men. Before that, he was wandering about in the streets. People called him a freak. They called every mutant a freak.
Rogue met Remy five months ago. She was nineteen, he was twenty four. He was curious about this particular girl who wouldn't let anyone touch her and wore gloves wherever she went. She was curious about this particular guy who always wore sun glasses. He found out she was a mutant and invited her to join the X-men. She found out his eyes were red on black and told him to take the glasses off for good.
"Dey are Remy's mon amies, de X-men." He said enthusiastically.
She hesitated at first. Not because she didn't trust him but because she was approached by someone else. An Asian lady, name of Yuriko.
"You'll be happy with us. No one will ever hurt you again. You'll be normal again. Free to do whatever you want. And we'll help you with your powers. No more hurting people, Rogue. You can touch again."
Now this was of course an irresistible deal. To Rogue, freedom was everything. And the last words rang in her ears. To touch again. No more hurting people, like she did to Cody. She'd be normal again.
But then, Remy told her more about the X-men.
"De X-men are good people, chere." He said.
He always called her chere. Not that she minded much.
"Dere is Kurt, Bobby, Jean Paul, Ray, Warren, Sam, Ororo, Scott, Jean, Hank et de Professor. And a whole lot more. Y'll meet them when y' come."
Were the X-men really as nice as Remy said they would be? Remy came the next day to her rented apartment. Yuriko was already there.
"Come on, Rogue. Unless you want to join the losers?"
"Rogue stays wit Remy!" Remy glared at Yuriko.
"Freedom, Rogue. Isn't that what you want? You think the X-men can give you that? Will they be able to help you with your powers? You think the good Professor Xavier can help you?"
Rogue was convinced. She turned around to Remy. "Sorrah, shugah. Ah gotta go." She walked towards Yuriko.
"Chere! Non! Remy will not let y' go!" Remy pulled her back but Yuriko growled and pounced on him.
"Don't you dare try to stop us, X-freak." She hissed and slashed across his chest.
Remy howled in pain and Rogue felt a tang of sympathy for him. She started to walk back to him but then Yuriko spoke.
"Rogue. We have to go."
Rogue sighed and followed Yuriko.
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Remy woke up with a sharp pain all over his body. He got up and sat on his bed. He was topless and his upper part of his body was covered with bandages. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"How are you doing, Remy?" Hank came in.
"Remy is fine. Mais Rogue…"
"I know you're upset." Hank said.
Remy sighed again. "Remy is going t' see de Professor if y' don't mind."
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"Professor, we've searched every street in Bayville. No sign of the girl or Reprisal."
Xavier nodded. "Hmm…" He sighed.
Remy came in. "Remy couldn't help but overhearing y'r conversation."
"It's ok, Remy. Sit down."
Remy sat down and glared at Scott who glared back.
"Gambit."
"Cyclops."
"Boys… Now's not the time…" Xavier massaged his temples.
"Why are y' only searching in Bayville?" Remy asked.
"I assume she is still here."
"Ah! Y' have a dumb ass as a team leader, Prof. Xavier." Remy said.
"Remy…" Xavier warned.
"Excuse me, Gambit, but I am not a dumb ass."
"Says y'." Remy answered. Scoot stood up.
"Scott! Sit!" Xavier said sharply. He sat.
"Ok. Scott, widen the searching perimeter and take out another team to find this Rogue. I do not like the fact that Deathstrike wants to use her. Also, Remy, you will not search for Rogue. Scott has everything under control."
Remy roared. "Mais… Y' can't do dat!"
"Yes I can. Now go t' y'r room. Rest. She'll be back with us by the time you recover."
Remy's face was dark as a thundercloud. But he stayed silent. He got up and walked out of the room. He slammed the door behind him.
Scott grinned smugly. "Don't worry, Prof. Xavier, I got everything under control. We'll find her in no time."
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Remy went to his room as instructed by the Professor. He was frowning. A battle raged inside. Go and save Rogue or listen to the Professor. Xavier was like his father, but Rogue was his chere. Who to choose? Father or chere?
He lay on his bed and sighed. Rogue must come first, of course. He went into the bathroom to have a shower. After a good relaxing bath to recuperate, he'd go out and fine his chere.
Fifteen minutes later, he came out looking fresh and clean. He put on some clothes and his favourite brown trench coat and left.
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Remy seemed distracted as he walked down the street. He bumped into someone.
"Ey mate! Watch it, will ya?" The man said grumpily.
Remy looked at the man. "Sorry." He mumbled.
The frown on the man's face disappeared. "It's ok."
Remy just nodded and walked on. But the man called him back. "Ey mate! You looking for a shelia called Rogue?"
Remy whipped around. His eyes became slits. "What do y' know?"
The man just laughed. "If you want to know, follow me."
Remy looked at him doubtfully. "What have y' people done wit Rogue?"
"Hey, I'm not apart of this. I just know where she is."
"Remy doesn't trust y'."
"Suit yourself, mate." He said and turned around.
Remy frowned. He didn't trust the guy. But then again, how would he know about Rogue.
"Wait, homme. Ok, take Remy t' Rogue."
"I thought you didn't trust me."
"Does Remy have a choice?" Remy said. The man nodded and walked towards him. He extended his hand.
"By the way, I'm St. John. Allerdyce. But you can call me John."
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Remy was still doubtful about this John fellow. For goodness sakes, the guy had orange hair! Who would take him seriously? Not Remy.
He walked behind John who was whistling. He rolled his eyes but said nothing.
"How do y' know about Rogue anyway?"
"I just do, mate."
"Y' not wit them?"
"I told you I wasn't." John answered.
"Y'r not from around here, are y'?"
"Right you are, mate. I'm Australian." He said proudly.
Remy nodded. "Can y' hurry up?"
"She's in no danger. She's perfectly fine."
Remy sighed. "If y' know where she was taken and all, why didn't y' try t' stop them?"
"And risk my life over someone I barely know?"
"What do y' mean barely know?"
"I was on the streets a few years ago. We met."
Remy frowned. "What exactly do y' mean?" He demanded.
John chuckled and turned around to face him. "Ey mate, relax. I got my own shelia."
"Really?"
"Really. Her name is Wanda."
"Oh." Remy said. He was silent for awhile. Both of them stood there like idiots. Then he spoke again. "Are y' a mutant?"
"What do you think?" John said as he produced a lighter.
"And a smoker too." Remy said.
John shook his head. "Never touched a cigarette in my life." He turned around and started walking again.
Remy caught up with him and they were walking side by side.
A small flame appeared on John's finger. He clicked his fingers and the flame changed into the shape of a star.
"There's more where that came from, mate." John said and clicked his fingers again. The flame disappeared. Remy grinned. This John fellow wasn't that bad after all.
"She's in here." John said as he stopped in front of an abandoned building.
Remy heaved a sigh. He found his chere. He looked through a window but it was too dirty to see anything. He tried the doorknob.
"It's locked. Merde." He murmured.
He looked around him to make sure no one was looking. He produced a card from his pocket and charged it. He took a few steps back and threw the card at the doorknob. The doorknob fell off, leaving a hole in the door. He smirked and kicked the door open. John nodded his head.
"Very nice."
"Merci." Remy said and went in. It was dark. The elevators were out of service and the lights weren't working. John produced his lighter again and this time created a bigger flame. The flame lit up the darkened place.
"This building belonged to a company called Playland Inc."
Remy raised his eyebrow. "Y' serious?"
"They manufactured toys. But they went bankrupt."
Remy pondered over a thought. "Why would they want Rogue for?"
"You won't like this but I think Mystique is behind this."
"Mystique?"
"Yeah. You mean you don't know her?"
"No recollection."
"Shape-shifts. Blue skin."
"Sounds like Nightcrawler t' Remy."
"She's his mother."
Remy's jaw dropped. "Kurt's mother? Kurt's mother wants Rogue?"
"Yeah."
"How do y' know so much anyway?"
"I know people."
"So, y'r on Remy's side?"
John smiled. "The elevators don't work. We'll take the stairs up." He changed the subject.
He walked to a door and opened it. The ball of flame followed him. Remy shrugged and followed close behind. As they walked up the stairs, the sound of their shoes on the ground made echoes. Remy felt uncomfortable. Have they really kept Rogue here?
John stopped and Remy bumped into him.
"Ooi!" Remy hissed.
John hushed him. "In there…" He whispered and opened the door.
Remy read a sign on the door. 'Ninth floor. Human Resources'. He went in after John. The fireball disappeared. There was no further use of it anymore. The whole floor was lit. Remy was surprised. Every trace of the place once being an office was eliminated. Instead, there was everything a house should have. Furniture, living room, dining room, kitchen…
"Rogue!" Remy called out.
"Shut up!" John growled. "I know you want to find her, ok, but do you want to get caught?"
Remy glared but kept quiet. He looked around the place.
"Well, well, well… Looks like we have company, Lexa."
Yuriko stood before them. Beside her, was a girl of eighteen. She had black hair with streaks of midnight blue in it. She was smirking. 'Snikt'
Claws came out of her knuckles. Remy groaned. Another Deathstrike. How lucky.
"C'mon, Lexa. You're gonna hurt an old mate?" John asked.
"Sorry, Pyro." Lexa said and ran straight at them.
"Wanda won't like it when she hears this."
"Well, she didn't like it when you left the team, Pyro." Lexa said, jabbing her claws at John. He ducked every time.
"Y' know each other?"
"Yeah." John managed to say with difficulty. "LeBeau, meet my ex-team member, Lexa. Aka X-23."
Lexa threw John across the room. Yuriko just stood there, smirking. "Nice to see you again, Pyro."
"Yeah… How's Wanda?" John said as he stood up.
"I'm fine, thank you." Someone said. John looked around and saw a lady standing not far off from him. Her hair was short and black with red tips. Wanda.
"Ello, shelia."
"Hello, John. You know I don't want to fight you."
"I don't want to fight you too."
Wanda smiled weakly. "It's not too late. Yuriko and Raven will forgive you. Come back. Otherwise I'll have to fight you."
"Sorry, shelia. But I'm not apart of Reprisal anymore."
Meanwhile, Remy was fighting X-23 and Yuriko at the same time.
"Merde…" He growled.
"Remy, where are you? You are not in your room."
"Prof. Xavier. Remy is terribly sorry. Remy had to. Anyway, Remy t'inks he found Rogue already."
"Where are you?"
"An abandoned building. Used to be Playland Inc."
"I see. Scott and the team will be there in five minutes. Meantime, get out of there."
"Can't. Fighting Deathstrike and…"
He was cut off when Yuriko kicked him in the stomach. He moaned.
"Y' bitch!" He said.
John turned around to help Remy.
"Why?" Wanda started.
He stopped.
"Why did you leave Reprisal?"
"I had to. Things were getting out of hand. People got hurt. People I loved. You know Amelia died because of me."
Wanda sighed. She turned around. "I won't fight you. But the others will. Be careful." She said and went through a door.
John joined Remy. "She's not here. They've moved her. It's a trap."
Remy shot him a dirty look. "Now y' tell Remy." He back flipped and kicked Yuriko. Yuriko fell back, her nose bleeding. Remy smirked.
"Let's go."
"Leaving so soon?" Deathstrike asked.
"She's not here. So we won't waste our time." John said. Both of them exited through the door. Both women didn't bother to chase them. They had better things to do.
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Voila! Finished! Did you like it? Kind of different than the normal I write. I was thinking about deleting all my previous stories and rewriting them again cos everything is messed up. The storyline… Everything's not the way I planned it to be. So, I'm gonna change everything. Maybe not delete, just make some major adjustments.
Please review, I beg!