Yay, I'm back! this is my new fic! enjoy, the plot muffins are cooking away, the timer is ticking so this is simply called the prologue.. if you haven't read "bleeding from my depths", you should! its the prequel for this fic and a must read!
Disclaimer: Oh yeah I don't own nothing except for the club, Chal and my plot muffins, and the songs, mainly they are mine! I don't get money for this either, shame. and in later chapters I invented Pierre Fontaine, but I stole the name from the shoes!
The song featured here is a new song I wrote last night, its called, "Why Do Hearts Break?"
Before the Storm..... by Angyl-Devyl
Prologue:
Here,
Trapped in the stifling confines of my club,
Watching people around me laughing,
They have a great time,
The club is a favorite of mutant and human alike.
They get along well here,
Mutants and humans,
Coexisting,
Dancing,
Drinking,
I've never had a fight,
Never had to throw anyone out,
But will the peace between everyone last?
Who knows,
Anyway,
I have to get on stage soon,
It's a dare,
Damn Remy.
Though,
Out of everyone from the institute,
Hes really the only one who knows where I am.
I'm sure John does as well.
He's been using the hellfire spy's to his advantage,
I live at the club,
Top floor.
Great view of the city,
It's like Christmas all year round,
Twinkling lights.
That reminds me,
It's nearly Christmas.
I hate Christmas,
It's the most lonely time of the year for me.
Since dad died,
Maybe I'll go to New Orleans,
Surprise Jean Luc,
Pretend to be happy,
Get drunk,
And spend the rest of the holiday crying on Pierre's shoulder,
Remy won't be there,
No one else has found me,
I like it that way.
Rogue got close,
Logan got closer,
But apart from them,
I've remained hidden,
I like hiding.
It means i have the upper hand.
But I hide in plain sight,
If they wanted to find me,
Really badly,
They'd just have to ask someone,
Most mutants in this town know the club is my domain,
They also know they can come here if they need help.
I help everyone,
Even if they aren't mutants.
Well,
It's time for this little Bird to sing,
Crowds all warmed up,
Here I go.
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I never wanted hearts to break,
I never expected tears to fall,
I wanted to be left alone,
To me I'm nothing at all.
You'll never understand
What I wanted to say,
I'm not yours on demand,
Let me live life my way.
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Logan growled as he watched the kid move across the stage, long sleeves hid the scars but he knew the scent. It was her. He had been searching for her since she disappeared from the institute. A lead had led him to this club in the upper class part of town, he walked in and her scent hit him like a hammer. He'd payed to get in, bought a drink from the extensive bar and sat in a dark corner watching the place like a hawk. He didn't have long to wait. Smoke rolled across the stage, music started playing, and the place went wild. She stepped out onto the stage, and sang. Like the audience, he'd been spell bound. The words captured the heart, the music captured the body. Logan had to stop himself from wanting to get up and dance. The bodies around him moved with the music, as a whole entity. Young bodies, swaying, entranced by the music.
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Can't you see,
That we weren't meant to be?
Watch me fall,
We weren't meant to be at all.
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He looked up onto the stage, she saw him and grinned. the people still moving to the music as he began moving toward the entrance, at least she was alive. She knew he had found her, and she didn't care. The doors opened allowing him to escape into the night, he shook off the feeling of dread and began to move away, slipping into an alleyway he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. An explosion rocking the ground, Logan rounded the corner, smoke pouring from the entrance of the club, half the wall gone. Blood in the air, people screaming, running around on fire. The stench of burring flesh overpowering him senses. A lone figure stumbled from the doors, mutated eyes searching for help, body burnt black, he moved toward her, reached out to her, to help. A strangled cry escaped her lips.
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Why do hearts break over me?
When will the tears stop?
Will I ever be free.....
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Logan awoke in his own bed, drenched in sweat, breathing hard. it was the same dream over again, and he knew it was a dream. The scent was so real though, he shook his head, ridding himself of the last of the dream. It was one AM. With a growl he jumped from his bed, he hated waking up early, and he needed a beer. Padding through the halls of the institute, the sounds of children sleeping reached his ears. The smell of smoke coming from the library reached his nose. Throwing the door open Logan growled at the Cajun, "you know chuck doesn't like us smoking in here, Cajun."
"Oui, mon ami, dats why Remy open da window, you want one" The Cajun motioned to the open window of the library with the box proclaiming to hold 'Fine Cuban Cigars' Logan accepted and stuck a cigar between his teeth. Chuck had extended the hand of hospitality to Remy and the Cajun had accepted.
"Dreaming again?" Remy knew Logan had been dreaming about Cathryn since she left, Remy called it a side effect.
"I just thought there would have been word from her. Or news about her."
"She like to fly low," a typical answer from Remy, just enough to explain, and just enough to annoy.
"You'd think she'd have called you at least." Logan was Logical in his statement, though he knew he would never have called anyone if he was in her situation.
"Non, if da petite Cheri want to stay hidden, den she don't tell Remy nothing." A true statement, Logan doubted the Cajun knew how to keep him mouth shut.
Logan sighed, and lit the cigar, inhaling deeply as the smoke swirled into his ever healing lungs.
"But dat don't mean Remy don't know where she is." this got Logan's attention, he raised both eye brows, removed the cigar from between his teeth and asked.
"So where is she then?"
"You remember where you found her?"
"Sure, how could I forget?"
"You been back there since?"
"Nope."
"You got a pair of leather pants?" This question took Logan by surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"It's dress code at da club." Remy explained as he put out his cigar.
"The club?"
"Old man you don' know nothing do you? da club dat da petite Cheri runs, its always good to wear black leather too. it fits wit' de decor."
"I'll go change."
Logan moved stealthily up the stairs back to his room. so the Cajun knew where Cathryn Tear had disappeared to. at least he had told Logan, now all Logan had to do was keep him away from Rogue. The same Rogue who was standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in black leather pants and a tight long sleeved black top.
"Don't even ask shorty."
"Ah wans';t goin' ta ask, me 'n Remy are going out."
"Yeah? and I'm going with ya." Rogue looked startled,
"What?"
"The Cajun invited me, so wait here and I'll go change."
Logan was back within five minutes, and was pleased to find rogue waiting patiently for him.
"Wheres gumbo?"
"ah don't know, you tried downstairs?"
Logan just shrugged and they descended the stairs in silence. Logan noticed the dog collar Rogue was wearing. popping a claw he slid it between the leather and rogues skin and cut it off.
"Not one word shorty," Rogue wisely kept her mouth shut. reaching the foyer Logan looked around for the Cajun. "Hey gumbo, you wanna go see and angel? or you wanna be left behind?"
The sound of a car engine revving drew them outside, Remy had 'borrowed' Scott's car.
"Lets go hmmm?"
pushing Remy out of the drivers seat, Logan noticed the lack of key in ignition and looked at Remy, who shrugged. "Just go with it." Logan grinned at the young thief and pulled the keys for the car out of his pocket. From the back seat Rogue mutters something about men, and the car sped off into the night.
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