I don't own X-Men Char. This is my 1st X-Men story for the comic section here on Fanfiction. This is going to be a story about Remy and when Rouge dumps him into Antarctica. I'm not a die hard fan, so if I seem to get like the places wrong or something, please forgive me. Hmmm….Remy will go back to his old routes to when he was in the Thieves Guild or something like that. I haven't gotten it all figure out, but it is going to have love, hate, revenge, and regret in it.
Once a Thief, Always a Thief.
"Where to begin? Where would you want me to begin? My earliest memory, my childhood, or why I am here?" He raised a cocked eyebrow to his two rescuers and gave that half smirk of his, the one that was so cute yet at the same time you wanted to smack it right off of his face.
The two men just turn around and went back their normal routine, while the other man just wrap his blanket around him tighter. He was thankful that they came when they did and were taking him back to warmer climates. If they hadn't find him when they did, he would have probably have die out there, due to lack of clothing, freezing temperatures, and the lack of nutrition. He almost giving up on himself, and would have welcome death in the snowy, frozen land. In a way he didn't want to live. His lover has just throw him into the isolation land and he felt so betray. "How could she had done that. I thought she love me. I didn't mean what I did in my past, and she knew that." He sadly thought as he hung his head down low. He thought she, out of all the others, would at least understand him a little bit. But no, he was wrong.
She left him to die there, and if it wasn't for the two men on an scientific experiment on polar bears, he would have die, and she wouldn't have care. Now he had no where to go. "What will I do now? She will never take me back and now I have no where to go." His thoughts where racing in this head and he put his palm on his forehead. He knew that he couldn't go back to the mansion at all. So now what was he going to do? There was nothing for him anywhere, and no one would expect him. The only place he thought was that he would have to go back home, in Louisiana. Back to the guild, seeing how that was probably the only place that WOULD except him back in. It wasn't like the X-Men needed him anymore, Rouge had surely proven that when she dump him in Antarctic. He would have to go there, there was just no where else for him to go. "Great," he thought, "back to the one place I hate the most."
Once a Thief, Always a Thief.
"Where to begin? Where would you want me to begin? My earliest memory, my childhood, or why I am here?" He raised a cocked eyebrow to his two rescuers and gave that half smirk of his, the one that was so cute yet at the same time you wanted to smack it right off of his face.
The two men just turn around and went back their normal routine, while the other man just wrap his blanket around him tighter. He was thankful that they came when they did and were taking him back to warmer climates. If they hadn't find him when they did, he would have probably have die out there, due to lack of clothing, freezing temperatures, and the lack of nutrition. He almost giving up on himself, and would have welcome death in the snowy, frozen land. In a way he didn't want to live. His lover has just throw him into the isolation land and he felt so betray. "How could she had done that. I thought she love me. I didn't mean what I did in my past, and she knew that." He sadly thought as he hung his head down low. He thought she, out of all the others, would at least understand him a little bit. But no, he was wrong.
She left him to die there, and if it wasn't for the two men on an scientific experiment on polar bears, he would have die, and she wouldn't have care. Now he had no where to go. "What will I do now? She will never take me back and now I have no where to go." His thoughts where racing in this head and he put his palm on his forehead. He knew that he couldn't go back to the mansion at all. So now what was he going to do? There was nothing for him anywhere, and no one would expect him. The only place he thought was that he would have to go back home, in Louisiana. Back to the guild, seeing how that was probably the only place that WOULD except him back in. It wasn't like the X-Men needed him anymore, Rouge had surely proven that when she dump him in Antarctic. He would have to go there, there was just no where else for him to go. "Great," he thought, "back to the one place I hate the most."