Lone Wolves

By Nicole Wagner: The Deadly Gambit

Rated: PG-13/R for violence, sexual themes, and language

Summary: An Alternate version of what happened AFTER Antarctica in Uncanny X-Men #350. Everything you know that happened, is not what it seemed.

Chapter One: Set Up

The last memory he had was being left to die in Antarctica, of being told he had no family and that he was no longer worthy of being an X-Man. Remy LeBeau could have sworn those words were colder than the snow and ice around him at the time. He remembered just standing there as Rogue flew off, feeling a though she had stripped him of everything worth living in life. What was it that Fagan used to tell him as a child?

"Cockroaches are better left to the dark than the light. In the dark they are kings, in the light they are unworthy of life. You stick to the dark shadows of this world, and you'll be fine."

So why did he not feel like a king in the darkness he was trapped in, now? Everything around him was dark, pitch black actually. There was no light, no sound, just darkness. But that soon changed, when he heard a door open, and then the sounds of heavy footsteps.

"Finally awake, Cajun?"

He knew that voice, he hated that voice. With a groan, Remy tried to get up, by found himself unable to do so. He was tied up. He couldn't move, he could not even charge his bonds. What the hell was going on!? He hissed under his breath, speaking the man's name who had him bound.

"Creed…"

"Guess you aren't as dumb as I thought." Victor Creed chuckled. He knelt down and grasped Remy by his hair, forcing the young Cajun to look at him. "Too bad your little X-Men friends left you behind. Who knew they were so stupid to believe that had something to do with the Morlocks!"

"Mais, like 'ow you were stupid enough to get caught by de X-Men awhile back, neh?" Remy smirked, trying to hide his fear with a cocky attitude. He soon came to regret that action. Creed used his other hand to slap him across the face, hard enough to see stars. He then felt something cold running down the right side of his face. He was not slapped, he was clawed right across the face.

"I can still smell it in you…" Creed lifted his bloodied claws up to his nose, sniffing the crimson liquid. "You're just like him. I smelt it back when I first cut you open, and I can still smell it now."

"Old age finally getting' to you, Sabretooth?" A weak laugh escaped Remy's lips, as he was forced to look up at the monster. " 'cause you ain' makin' no sense."

"Then I take back what I said, Cajun… you are as dumb as I thought." He snarled a little, slamming Remy's head down on to the concrete floor. "You and me… we're going to have a lot of fun, for a long, long time. And after I'm done with you, you are gonna wished I never saved your ass in Antarctica."

Remy spit up a bit of blood. His teeth had cut the inside of his mouth from suddenly getting slammed into the floor like that. He coughed a little, looking back up at Creed, seeing a sadistic smile on his face.

"How… how did you even know I was dere, an' why did you even save me?" He spit up a little more, feeling Creed's clawed fingers move down his neck. He could not help but shiver at such a feeling.

"Heh… let's just say this was all in the works for months. After I told your lil' girlie friend about Paris." Creed smiled more, seeing Remy's eyes widen. "She played you big time. Nothing like a scorned woman, I'll tell you that. 'course all the frails I scorned are dead."

He could not help but be shocked by such news. Then again, he was shocked with what came out at his so called "trial". He was in the Morlock Tunnels when the massacre happened, but he was not leading them, or working for Sinister at the time. Hell, he was actually in the tunnels looking for the one that lead under a bank. The only reason he got involved with what happened that day, was to try and save lives.

When he heard what Betsy said, he realized that her memories of what she saw in his head were of his guilt. He thought he lead the Marauders down the tunnels, he felt guilty for not doing enough… so he believed he had something to do with it, when in truth, he did not. As for Rogue… when she kissed him at the trial, she did not say anything that came from his memories or guilt. It was all lies.

At first, he assumed it was from when she was empowered by Nanny, since she was showing Creed's persona from time to time. Perhaps their memories got mixed up. Perhaps she was scared and confused… but from what Creed was telling him. This whole trial, leaving him behind… she set him up. She wanted him to suffer, to hurt. But why? How could someone be so evil?

"I know what you're thinking' , Cajun." Creed snickered, grabbing Remy by the hair again and forcing his face to come closer to his own. "Bet your wonderin' why she would do this to you. Well… she wanted a real man, kid. One who could actually give her what she needs. You? You just gave her some lovey dovey emotional crap! You were like a leach, she couldn't shake you off!"

"Den tell me… who was it dat could give her what she wanted?" He hissed. He started to think it was Joseph or Magneto… whatever the hell he was calling himself these days.

"Me." He laughed in Remy's face, seeing him look completely shocked yet again. "Sure, that Joseph fella helped a bit with the trial. But she's playing him, too. See, Roguie can actually control her powers… and she likes real men. Not some Frenchie, smoozer guy like yourself. Girl's a piece of work, just like her mother. It's why I like her so much."

"You're sick…" Remy was still lost. Rogue betrayed him… she hated him. She'd rather run about with a monster like Creed, a man who slept with her adoptive mother. She was more messed up than he could ever be. "You are both fucking sick!"

"Yeah, ain't it great?" Creed smirked, his cold eyes looking into Remy's demon like eyes. "Now, let's play, Cajun. I wanna hear you scream."

Hearing those words from Creed's mouth made the situation all too real for Remy. He was trapped, he was trapped with a psychopathic killer. He couldn't use his powers for some reason, and there was no way out. He was at Creed's mercy.

End of Chapter 1