Characters: Remy (Gambit) and mention of Kurt (Nightcrawler)
Disclaimer: I own none of these people. This is a simple fanfiction, no money's ever made by this. Trust me. If I knew how to make money off of them, I would since I'm a poor College student. But I don't have any money, don't bother suing, everyone knows that the Marvel universe owns all rights. If you try to sue me, all you'll get is a beanie baby, a CD of Bjork, and three stale doritos. I don't own the rights of the aforementioned either, so don't sue me over that :)
Personal note: My first time writing in "Cajun Drawl" as my friend likes to call it, please don't kill me if it's not perfect ^^;
Parish the Thought
By: Redd Summers
"Do you know of God?"
Why is dat t'ought stickin' in my head, fuzzball? What did ya do ta dis ol' Cajun boy? Bet'cha don' even remember askin' me dat, do ya?
"Do you know of God?"
Look homme, it not dat Gambit don' believe in nothin', it jus' dat he don' really have much ta say to da big man up stairs. If dere is such a t'ing as de "After Life" and all. Comin' from de Bayou where you more den likely to get hurt den saved, Remy don' rememberin' ever really t'inkin' about Him much.
Dis Remy was an orphan.
Dis Remy was a t'ief.
Dis Remy was a mutant.
None of dis explains why he didn' answer your question, but Gambit was jus' tryin' ta figure it all out. He's kinda good at dat, at least. T'inkin' is somethin' he does best. It's been a year since ya asked, Elf, so he about ready ta give ya an answer. De answer bein' dat Remy don' believe nothin' is governin' his life. If dere really be some big guy up on those clouds, den he don' wan' not'ing ta do with him anyway. He believe if dere was, den dere wouldn' be no mutants around bein' outcasted. Bein' hurt. Even bein' killed.
How can ya trust so blindly, Elf? Jus' take a look at you! A body dat of a demon you believe in, but de soul of a saint. Now why dis "God" person be doin' somet'ing like dat for, non? If dere be someone ya believe so heartily in, why don' de Big Man make ya normal? Jus' say why he chose you ta look like de Devil!
An' what about Rogue? Your own sis? She de prettiest girl he ever laid dese crimson eyes on and she definitely be one o' de gentlest souls. Tell him why de Man won' let her touch anotha human bein'? You know how she used ta cry at nights, so you tell Remy? Tell him why, Elf. Really'd like ta know, an' I'm sure ev'ryone else would like ta know, too. Why Scotty can't take off dat visor, or why Wolverine can' remember his past, or why Stormy can' let loose once an' awhile. Why de Prof. got his back crushed twice so he can' walk. Why Warren had his wings clipped an' his skin dyed blue. And why, comin' back ta ya, ya look like a demon.
Remy don' trust nobody. Not even "higher powers" as ya so eloquently said it one night. He a t'ief, and dere ain't nobody who trusts him, so why should he? Kurt, mon amie, t'ank you for askin', cause Remy never t'ought about it before. He know you will never lose your fait', but ya can' convert us all. Remy jus' don' trust.
Old habits die hard, non?
Until he get de answers he be wantin', dis Remy can' put fait' in de God ya know.