Disclaimer: I do not own anything, okay! Except for Marie, and later original characters. Well, techinically I don't OWN them, but hey, I won't tell if you won't!
Author's note: There is going to be a LOT of French in this fic. But don't worry! I have subtitles! If not, then there's a clue in the text somewhere. I love the French language. I should, I'm French Canadian! I'm also in French 3 in school, so don't think I'm incompetent. I either know it, looked it up in my french book, or went to a translation site that actually SAYS that a personal translator would be better. I need to find a better website. Or else my sister better pay up for a new dictionary. (ne demandez pas... don't ask) Anyway, on, and harpy readings!
L'histoire de ma vie. (The story of my life.)
Through the night Rémi drove, through the dark yet lovely night. Night was his friend; she covered him up and let him escape into the starlit world.
He drove on and on, not knowing where he was going, yet dreading his destination. He just wanted to get away from the everyday hassles and stresses of life. The constant struggle to survive in wretched society drove him on highways and dark city streets. Soon he came to a familiar town. He grimaced at the memories and searched for a way out.
Rémi didn't know what hit him next. He was spinning, round and round and round, a white flash surrounding him on all sides. He couldn't help but cry out and grip the steering wheel with what he hoped wasn't fear or panic...
Rémi woke up to see the stars above. He groaned as he got up slowly, due to the aches and pains. Rémi looked around and almost woke up the entire town with his cry.
"My voiture!" (My car!) Rémi ran a hand through his hair and winced. He sighed and shook his head.
The car was totaled. It wasn't even a car anymore... it was more of a tin can than anything else. There was no possible way for it to be fixed, let alone be driven. The steering wheel was missing, too.
Rémi looked up and started to search for a hotel when the same white light, shining from an alley, caught his attention. The old proverb "Curiousity killed the cat" recalled itself in his brain, but he shrugged it off. He wasn't a cat: he was Gambit.
"Salut? 'Ello? Anybody 'ere?" he called out. He went to search down the now dark alley for the source of the brilliant light. Something told him it wasn't such a good idea, but he ignored it. For sure, Gambit could take care of himself!
"'Ello? Est-ce que quelque personne ici? Is someone 'ere?"
He was about to give up when something caught his eye on the street. Silver, shining in the moonlight. He strode over to the source and found it was a silver bracelet.
Still around a pale, thin, limp wrist.
Rémi followed the wrist up to a pretty girl's face. Long, brownish-blondish hair lay askew around her head. the young girl, around ten, was lying on her side, clothed in rags, in the middle of an alley in a town known for its crimes.
Rémi pitied her. She was obviously homeless, and Rémi had no doubt that she had been raped. It was a common thing, and he hated the bastards that did it, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Rémi took the girl and laid her on her back. He looked at her face and jumped back in alarm.
Mysterious blue-green eyes started back at him.
He cautiously waved his hand in front of the poor girl's face, but he recieved no response. He took the girl's hand, which was ice cold. He moved the bracelet out of the way as he felt for a pulse.
He found none.
The girl was dead.
After a moment, Rémi inspected the bracelet. It was pure silver, with odd, ancient markings-- probably an antique. Rémi did the math mentally and smiled at the profits. This would get him a pretty penny!
Once again, something bugged him. Stealing from the living was one thing, but from the dead...
It wasn't a challenge.
But, desperate times called for desperate measures...
It was when Rémi was fumbling for a clasp that all hell broke loose.
BOOM! Rémi found once again that he was on his back, facing the stars. Something had lunged at him from the darkness, catching him off gaurd. Of course, he was able to overcome it quickly, but it still had the element of surprise.
Rémi fought with the person's arm. It struggled to get away, but finally was still. He stared at the person hard, as soft blue-green eyes stared back at him from the darkness.
He cautiously looked over to where the dead girl lay.
Nothing but empty space.
He focused on the person that he held on the ground.
Brownish-blondish hair framed a pretty face.
Rémi picked up her right arm.
The bracelet was gone.
The girl had a smile on her face.
"Merci, merci beaucoup, monsieur..." (Thank you, thank you very much, mister...) she mumbled softly. Then her eyes closed in a dead sleep.
Rémi backed away slowly. What had just happened, he didn't know, but he was going to turn around, and get as far away, as fast as possible...
Then that nudge at the back of his mind resurfaced. He almost got angry at what it suggested. He didn't want to do it, he didn't need to do it... but he owed it.
To the voices in his head.
To the young girl laying on the alley street, alone, cold, and half-naked, who was probably weak and starving and wouldn't last half the next day.
Hell, he got himself into this mess... can't walk away just yet.
Rémi turned around, gently picked up the petite girl and wrapped her in his coat, then started walking to the nearest decent hotel.
Author's note: There is going to be a LOT of French in this fic. But don't worry! I have subtitles! If not, then there's a clue in the text somewhere. I love the French language. I should, I'm French Canadian! I'm also in French 3 in school, so don't think I'm incompetent. I either know it, looked it up in my french book, or went to a translation site that actually SAYS that a personal translator would be better. I need to find a better website. Or else my sister better pay up for a new dictionary. (ne demandez pas... don't ask) Anyway, on, and harpy readings!
L'histoire de ma vie. (The story of my life.)
Through the night Rémi drove, through the dark yet lovely night. Night was his friend; she covered him up and let him escape into the starlit world.
He drove on and on, not knowing where he was going, yet dreading his destination. He just wanted to get away from the everyday hassles and stresses of life. The constant struggle to survive in wretched society drove him on highways and dark city streets. Soon he came to a familiar town. He grimaced at the memories and searched for a way out.
Rémi didn't know what hit him next. He was spinning, round and round and round, a white flash surrounding him on all sides. He couldn't help but cry out and grip the steering wheel with what he hoped wasn't fear or panic...
Rémi woke up to see the stars above. He groaned as he got up slowly, due to the aches and pains. Rémi looked around and almost woke up the entire town with his cry.
"My voiture!" (My car!) Rémi ran a hand through his hair and winced. He sighed and shook his head.
The car was totaled. It wasn't even a car anymore... it was more of a tin can than anything else. There was no possible way for it to be fixed, let alone be driven. The steering wheel was missing, too.
Rémi looked up and started to search for a hotel when the same white light, shining from an alley, caught his attention. The old proverb "Curiousity killed the cat" recalled itself in his brain, but he shrugged it off. He wasn't a cat: he was Gambit.
"Salut? 'Ello? Anybody 'ere?" he called out. He went to search down the now dark alley for the source of the brilliant light. Something told him it wasn't such a good idea, but he ignored it. For sure, Gambit could take care of himself!
"'Ello? Est-ce que quelque personne ici? Is someone 'ere?"
He was about to give up when something caught his eye on the street. Silver, shining in the moonlight. He strode over to the source and found it was a silver bracelet.
Still around a pale, thin, limp wrist.
Rémi followed the wrist up to a pretty girl's face. Long, brownish-blondish hair lay askew around her head. the young girl, around ten, was lying on her side, clothed in rags, in the middle of an alley in a town known for its crimes.
Rémi pitied her. She was obviously homeless, and Rémi had no doubt that she had been raped. It was a common thing, and he hated the bastards that did it, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Rémi took the girl and laid her on her back. He looked at her face and jumped back in alarm.
Mysterious blue-green eyes started back at him.
He cautiously waved his hand in front of the poor girl's face, but he recieved no response. He took the girl's hand, which was ice cold. He moved the bracelet out of the way as he felt for a pulse.
He found none.
The girl was dead.
After a moment, Rémi inspected the bracelet. It was pure silver, with odd, ancient markings-- probably an antique. Rémi did the math mentally and smiled at the profits. This would get him a pretty penny!
Once again, something bugged him. Stealing from the living was one thing, but from the dead...
It wasn't a challenge.
But, desperate times called for desperate measures...
It was when Rémi was fumbling for a clasp that all hell broke loose.
BOOM! Rémi found once again that he was on his back, facing the stars. Something had lunged at him from the darkness, catching him off gaurd. Of course, he was able to overcome it quickly, but it still had the element of surprise.
Rémi fought with the person's arm. It struggled to get away, but finally was still. He stared at the person hard, as soft blue-green eyes stared back at him from the darkness.
He cautiously looked over to where the dead girl lay.
Nothing but empty space.
He focused on the person that he held on the ground.
Brownish-blondish hair framed a pretty face.
Rémi picked up her right arm.
The bracelet was gone.
The girl had a smile on her face.
"Merci, merci beaucoup, monsieur..." (Thank you, thank you very much, mister...) she mumbled softly. Then her eyes closed in a dead sleep.
Rémi backed away slowly. What had just happened, he didn't know, but he was going to turn around, and get as far away, as fast as possible...
Then that nudge at the back of his mind resurfaced. He almost got angry at what it suggested. He didn't want to do it, he didn't need to do it... but he owed it.
To the voices in his head.
To the young girl laying on the alley street, alone, cold, and half-naked, who was probably weak and starving and wouldn't last half the next day.
Hell, he got himself into this mess... can't walk away just yet.
Rémi turned around, gently picked up the petite girl and wrapped her in his coat, then started walking to the nearest decent hotel.