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~another fic! That's two newbies in one day! ACH! Hahaha, this one is VERY VERY AU . . . but I hope you enjoy!
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Try out some of my other fics . . .
-Reborn (Xmen) Gambit's life in a different light, he is in New Orleans for a period of time & meets a beautiful stranger searching for doctor Xavier...will Remy help her even if it means reliving his past? FEAT. Rogue, Xavier, The Xmen, Logan, etc. FINISHED
-La Fille (Xmen) 12yrs post the last chapter of Reborn. Aimée, 17, is the spiting image of her dad, Gambit, and has an attitude to match. She has dealt with her life minus son pere, but when tragedy strikes her mother, Rogue, is he the only one who can help? Chap15 is up! FINISHED FEAT. OC's Aimee, Abe, O'Rya, Galena, Apollo, and old favs. Remy, Rogue, Logan, Jean, Xavier, Scott, Sinister, and Madelyne.
- L'Homme De La Mort (Xmen) Aimée LeBeau is 17.She rescued her absentee father (Remy) from Mr Sinister, and Remy & Rogue are Finally Married. But Sinister is back. and forming the new Marauders! Worst of all, he has his eye on a necromancer who seeks refuge with The Xmen. Can Aimee protect him from Sinister's evil Plans, while trying to avoid yet another disastrous romance? Finit. FEAT. Abe, Remy, Rogue, New Marauders, Sinister, Gabrielle (Fleur's), and a new OC, Gabriel
-Le Garcon Du Futur (Xmen) Part3 in the Aimée series! The New Marauders left her family bruised, broken, and petrified of Sinister's return. When Aimée finds a boy in the alleyway, bearing a resemblance to Herself & Gambit, she brings him back to the mansion...only to find out the truth about his harrowing past! FEAT. Gabriel, Gabrielle (Fleur's), Abe, Remy, Rogue, Apollo, Sinister, Prue.
-Love, Sex, and Tournament Style Revenge (Tekken) Hwoarang and Jin fighting over the same girl (Julia)? Lots of tekken characters, culminating in of course... tournament style revenge YEA! Chapter 10, LUST, is posted! INSANITY ENSUES! Hwoarang, Nina, Julia, Jin, Anna, Steve, Bryan (end).
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No mutants?
Well . . . maybe No Remy?
Do you guys know me? Because if you did, you wouldn't ask this stupid question No Xmen?
Yep, this is AU, that means nooo Xmen in this ficcy WELL WHAT ABOUT ROMY ACTION!?!?!
Naturally, there will be tons . . .heh heh heh
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(Title)
Chapter 1.
Prison Transport
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"Freeze!" Mary Drake gripped her gun tightly, keeping it aimed for her perp's head. It was morning time in Mountain Laurel, a small town named for it's state flower. A chill breeze ruffled Mary's hair. It was December in Pennsylvania, and Jack Frost had been particularly naughty that year. Kids were making a fortune shoveling front walks, while their mother's were busy bundling up the toddlers in ridiculous amounts of underwear and socks. Snowmen could be seen on every front lawn, and men spent whole weekends on their roof's wiring holiday lights. The church had set out its nativity scene, and the Sunday school classes were already putting on holiday plays. Mary and her husband Robert were to guilty of overindulging in the holiday spirit, by going slightly overboard with their gifts for their 5 year old. However right now, Mary was not thinking about her daughter or her husband; she was just making sure that the criminal she was chasing wasn't armed. The man stood 5"7, Caucasian, a ski cap and a long trench coat, how cliché. There was an unidentified bulge in his left pocket, and Mary found herself actually hoping it was a gun. There wasn't a lot of criminal action in this small town, the residents liked to think it was because god watched over them, but really it was because their main manufactured goods were dairy products. No criminal in their right mind would come to this town, it was a dead end, god fearing Christians everywhere you looked and not a Gap or a Tiffanys as far as the eye could see. Sure, every once and a while they would get a problem, some teenager robbing the local gas station, but most of the calls they got over their radios were about the music being too loud.
"Sir, I'm gonna ask you to slowly raise your hands above your head, my partner will lower the gun if you comply." Mary's partner said slowly. He was a tall man, broad shouldered and muscular. He was a slightly lighter skinned African American, with slightly long hair that he tied back into a ponytail. Lucas Bishop, was about 27, he was married with a two yr old, Mary's partner for 5 years, and one of her closest friends. Turning her attention back to the perp, Mary felt herself smiling slightly. The teenager looked like he was about to wet his pants.
"Please, please don't tell my dad!" He whined, putting his hands above his head. Mary moved in to cuff him.
"Sorry, shugah, but shopliftin' is a criminal offense, we ain't gonna let you off this time." "Aww, come on Mrs. Drake, I didn't mean it."
"Get in the car, Cody." Luke chuckled as he walked towards the driver's seat.
"You okay Mary?"
"Ah'm fine, ah just hate when they call me Missuhs, makes me feel like ah'm 40 years old." The pair laughed and got in the car, the drive to the station was short, and Cody's dad was there already. Everyone knew each other in the town. Officer Drake, Officer Bishop, Commissioner Cassidy (He's a leader type!) were the law in this town, and everybody knew it. Bishop pulled up to the local donut shop and stopped the car outside of the drive-thru window.
"Ya'h see, Lu'? Yoah what gives us cops a bad name." Mary giggled, reaching in the bag for her glazed donuts.
"Yeah, yeah, well they stereotypes already there why not enjoy it? Hey you gonna eat the Jelly?"
"Shh!" She hissed, responding to a radio call.
'Drake? Bishop? This is the commissioner; we have a dangerous fugitive on the loose in our county. Repeat. A fugitive on the loose. He is a sexual predator, up for 23 counts of rape and 6 counts of 1st degree murder. He is armed and dangerous; proceed with force and the utmost caution. I need you two to bring him down. He was last seen on Main Street entering McGinn's tavern. I have faith in you, over and out.'
Luke looked stricken, he froze, a donut midway to his mouth.
"Well what are ya'h waitin' for? You heard tha' man! Lets go" They took off with a squeal of tires. Rounding on Main Street, Mary jumped out of the car, Bishop in toe. The perp had heard the siren; he was already running out of Tavern. Mary followed him. The man was fast, no doubt, maybe even faster than her, but Mary had a passion for her work . . . she wasn't going to let the jackass get away. Her feet thumped loud against the pavement, and sweat began to drip from her hairline. The perpetrator never looked back, he was a smart criminal, and left a trail of wreckage in his wake. Mary found herself in an obstacle course, dodging strewn trashcans, jumping over angry dogs. The chase was long; Mary's surroundings became nothing but a blur. The sweat literally poured off of her body. Mary discarded her jacket and ripped off her hat, letting her auburn hair flow free.
"Freeze!" she yelled, reaching for her gun, her heart pumping madly in her chest, "I said Freeze asshole!" But he clearly wasn't going to stop. Mary decided she would have to take a more hostile approach.
"Pow! Pow! (For lack of a better handgun sound)" She sent off two shots, and missed, but he responded with three of his own. But that second was his downfall, and upon rounding the corner she caught up with him. Mary sprung towards him, and tackled him like a lineman in the super bowl.
"Wanna run huh?" She taunted, as she threw his gun across the alley, and straddled his back. The metal cuffs were cold on his skin, and she could feet him wince as they snapped on. "Dominatrix? Like it ruff yeah?"
"Shut up, ya'h pervert. Ya'h have the right to remain silent, an' ah suggest you do so."
"Comeon baby, give me a little taste."
"Anything ya'h say can an' will be used against you in a court ah law." "Gimme some o' that sweet ass." "Ya'h have tha' right t'an attorney, if you can't afford one tha' court will provide you with one."
"Yeah, you like grinding that cunt into my ass." That did it for Mary, and she had him by the hair in a second.
"Ahh!" His unpleasant screams were the only noises heard as she slammed his face into the pavement again and again.
"Yeah? Ya'h like that? You wanna'h try talkin' t'me or any other woman like that again? Comeon Perv, why so silent!? We were havin' so much fun before!"
"Stop, ungh, let go of, ahhh!"
"STOPPIT! Mary!" Bishop rounded the corner, causing Mary a moment of lost concentration. The perp jumped up and ran, finally stopping when Mary planted a bullet in his back.
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"You were outta'h line back there." Bishop said, as Mary fumbeled for her keys..
"Yeah? Well maybe ah don't like guys who push girls around. Rapist scum, ah hope that bastard rots in jail fo' tha' rest of eternity." "He will be, we've got penitentiary prison transport, tomorrow morning. Straight to the big house."
"Maybe he'll get gang raped on tha' first day."
"It's not good to think like that, Mary, You know the lord's always watchin'"
"Yeah? Well maybe 'the lord' shouldn't ah let this shit happen in the first place, goodnight Joseph." She growled, slamming the door.
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Mary was relieved when she pulled up in front of her house. "Just in time for dinner!" Bobby smiled, greeting her at the door.
"Hey baby," She breathed, hanging up her coat and pecking him on the cheek, "Where's Nathalie?" "Upstairs, playing with her barbies, I'll never understand you girls and those things." She smiled, and followed her nose into the kitchen.
"mmm, smells good! Would ya'h mind settin' tha' table, hon? Ah'll be right back down." "Okay." Bobby kissed her quickly and turned to his task.
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"Hey baby" "Mama!" The tiny girl, with sandy hair smiled wide, and jumped up to give her mother a hug, "I drew you a picture." "Really?" Mary asked, crouching down to her daughter's height. "Mmhmm!" Nathalie scampered over to her desk, brushing back her bangs.
"Thank you, oh! A butterfly, its so pretty." "And I learned how to spell teacher, T-E-A-C-uhhh-H-E-R" "Great! Listen Daddy's gettin' dinner ready, how about you go sit down at the table, ah'll be down in a minute." "Okay!" Mary smiled as her daughter bounced down the steps, holding on to the railing like she had taught her. She sighed and walked down the hall, into the bedroom. It was an average sized room, with minimal decorations; Mary and Bobby never really had the time. She walked over to the mirror and tugged off her shirt, wincing as she passed the materiel over the large bruise she had gotten earlier that day.
"Ouch." Mary spun around, instantly gripping her gun, "So tense." "Bobby don't scare me like that, what are ya'h doin' up here?" "Can't a man want some time with his wife?" She turned around, a bright smile sitting on her face, until she crushed her lips into his, "mmm."
"Now tell me why yoah really up heya'h." "Burnt the dinner." "Ya'h didn't!" "I did, Nat's getting her shoes on, I'm picking up a pizza." Mary shook her head and laughed, she couldn't help but be relieved, her husband wasn't the best cook, "You wanna' come?" "No, ah'll be fine here, gotta' tend ta'this." "Alright." "Ah love you." "ditto" She giggled softly as he left the room, and collapsed back on the bed. Stretching like a cat she shut her eyes. Her mind drifted, as she listened to the soft pats of the falling snow, and soon Mary was fast asleep.
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By morning, those soft pats, turned into monstrous poundings. There was at least 14 new inches of snow outside when Bobby woke up, and it was still snowing. "mmm, Mary?" "Mornin' sugah." He leaned over to his alarm clock and groaned, pulling the covers over his head.
"Its not even light outside." "Ah got prisoner transport this mornin'" "But it's your day off!" "Sorry darlin', but this ones a doozy." Mary smiled and jumped back into the bed, and satisfied her lover with several kisses before hopping back out again. Bobby watched her leave and sighed, what was he worried about? It was JUST a routine transport . . . yeah.
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"Wake up, Bishop." "Oye! Mary yer a slave driver." "Only when there's work t'be done. Believe me, sugah', ah would much rather be sleeping right now." Luke smiled at her from his seat inside of the bright blue Moutain Laurel cop car. "Come on Darlin' lets ride." Mary stared out the window, and watched the identical houses fly by. She smiled as the snow stuck to her window. Luke rambled on in the driver's seat, his baby had started teething. However, in a few short moments they pulled up to the station (I told you it was a small town.), and Mary hurried out of the car. "I never saw you so excited for one of these." "Ah'm glad t'get this monster outta'h our town." "I agree." His cell was the last one. The prisoner cowered in a corner, with a frightening smile spread over his face, his dirty brown hair falling in front of his eyes.
"Name?" Mary asked the commissioner. "Creed, Victor Creed. Been evading us for 2 years." "Glad we caught him." "Yes, Bishop, I'm glad you guys did. You know where you're going?" "Yes." "Alright, then lets get him out of there." Two more guards appeared and hoisted the chained menace out of his cell. "No sudden movements sugah' yoah on ma'h turf now.
~Remy! Soon! Ah promise!! -FOo
~another fic! That's two newbies in one day! ACH! Hahaha, this one is VERY VERY AU . . . but I hope you enjoy!
NEW READERS TO FOO (This means you!!)
Try out some of my other fics . . .
-Reborn (Xmen) Gambit's life in a different light, he is in New Orleans for a period of time & meets a beautiful stranger searching for doctor Xavier...will Remy help her even if it means reliving his past? FEAT. Rogue, Xavier, The Xmen, Logan, etc. FINISHED
-La Fille (Xmen) 12yrs post the last chapter of Reborn. Aimée, 17, is the spiting image of her dad, Gambit, and has an attitude to match. She has dealt with her life minus son pere, but when tragedy strikes her mother, Rogue, is he the only one who can help? Chap15 is up! FINISHED FEAT. OC's Aimee, Abe, O'Rya, Galena, Apollo, and old favs. Remy, Rogue, Logan, Jean, Xavier, Scott, Sinister, and Madelyne.
- L'Homme De La Mort (Xmen) Aimée LeBeau is 17.She rescued her absentee father (Remy) from Mr Sinister, and Remy & Rogue are Finally Married. But Sinister is back. and forming the new Marauders! Worst of all, he has his eye on a necromancer who seeks refuge with The Xmen. Can Aimee protect him from Sinister's evil Plans, while trying to avoid yet another disastrous romance? Finit. FEAT. Abe, Remy, Rogue, New Marauders, Sinister, Gabrielle (Fleur's), and a new OC, Gabriel
-Le Garcon Du Futur (Xmen) Part3 in the Aimée series! The New Marauders left her family bruised, broken, and petrified of Sinister's return. When Aimée finds a boy in the alleyway, bearing a resemblance to Herself & Gambit, she brings him back to the mansion...only to find out the truth about his harrowing past! FEAT. Gabriel, Gabrielle (Fleur's), Abe, Remy, Rogue, Apollo, Sinister, Prue.
-Love, Sex, and Tournament Style Revenge (Tekken) Hwoarang and Jin fighting over the same girl (Julia)? Lots of tekken characters, culminating in of course... tournament style revenge YEA! Chapter 10, LUST, is posted! INSANITY ENSUES! Hwoarang, Nina, Julia, Jin, Anna, Steve, Bryan (end).
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No mutants?
Well . . . maybe No Remy?
Do you guys know me? Because if you did, you wouldn't ask this stupid question No Xmen?
Yep, this is AU, that means nooo Xmen in this ficcy WELL WHAT ABOUT ROMY ACTION!?!?!
Naturally, there will be tons . . .heh heh heh
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(Title)
Chapter 1.
Prison Transport
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"Freeze!" Mary Drake gripped her gun tightly, keeping it aimed for her perp's head. It was morning time in Mountain Laurel, a small town named for it's state flower. A chill breeze ruffled Mary's hair. It was December in Pennsylvania, and Jack Frost had been particularly naughty that year. Kids were making a fortune shoveling front walks, while their mother's were busy bundling up the toddlers in ridiculous amounts of underwear and socks. Snowmen could be seen on every front lawn, and men spent whole weekends on their roof's wiring holiday lights. The church had set out its nativity scene, and the Sunday school classes were already putting on holiday plays. Mary and her husband Robert were to guilty of overindulging in the holiday spirit, by going slightly overboard with their gifts for their 5 year old. However right now, Mary was not thinking about her daughter or her husband; she was just making sure that the criminal she was chasing wasn't armed. The man stood 5"7, Caucasian, a ski cap and a long trench coat, how cliché. There was an unidentified bulge in his left pocket, and Mary found herself actually hoping it was a gun. There wasn't a lot of criminal action in this small town, the residents liked to think it was because god watched over them, but really it was because their main manufactured goods were dairy products. No criminal in their right mind would come to this town, it was a dead end, god fearing Christians everywhere you looked and not a Gap or a Tiffanys as far as the eye could see. Sure, every once and a while they would get a problem, some teenager robbing the local gas station, but most of the calls they got over their radios were about the music being too loud.
"Sir, I'm gonna ask you to slowly raise your hands above your head, my partner will lower the gun if you comply." Mary's partner said slowly. He was a tall man, broad shouldered and muscular. He was a slightly lighter skinned African American, with slightly long hair that he tied back into a ponytail. Lucas Bishop, was about 27, he was married with a two yr old, Mary's partner for 5 years, and one of her closest friends. Turning her attention back to the perp, Mary felt herself smiling slightly. The teenager looked like he was about to wet his pants.
"Please, please don't tell my dad!" He whined, putting his hands above his head. Mary moved in to cuff him.
"Sorry, shugah, but shopliftin' is a criminal offense, we ain't gonna let you off this time." "Aww, come on Mrs. Drake, I didn't mean it."
"Get in the car, Cody." Luke chuckled as he walked towards the driver's seat.
"You okay Mary?"
"Ah'm fine, ah just hate when they call me Missuhs, makes me feel like ah'm 40 years old." The pair laughed and got in the car, the drive to the station was short, and Cody's dad was there already. Everyone knew each other in the town. Officer Drake, Officer Bishop, Commissioner Cassidy (He's a leader type!) were the law in this town, and everybody knew it. Bishop pulled up to the local donut shop and stopped the car outside of the drive-thru window.
"Ya'h see, Lu'? Yoah what gives us cops a bad name." Mary giggled, reaching in the bag for her glazed donuts.
"Yeah, yeah, well they stereotypes already there why not enjoy it? Hey you gonna eat the Jelly?"
"Shh!" She hissed, responding to a radio call.
'Drake? Bishop? This is the commissioner; we have a dangerous fugitive on the loose in our county. Repeat. A fugitive on the loose. He is a sexual predator, up for 23 counts of rape and 6 counts of 1st degree murder. He is armed and dangerous; proceed with force and the utmost caution. I need you two to bring him down. He was last seen on Main Street entering McGinn's tavern. I have faith in you, over and out.'
Luke looked stricken, he froze, a donut midway to his mouth.
"Well what are ya'h waitin' for? You heard tha' man! Lets go" They took off with a squeal of tires. Rounding on Main Street, Mary jumped out of the car, Bishop in toe. The perp had heard the siren; he was already running out of Tavern. Mary followed him. The man was fast, no doubt, maybe even faster than her, but Mary had a passion for her work . . . she wasn't going to let the jackass get away. Her feet thumped loud against the pavement, and sweat began to drip from her hairline. The perpetrator never looked back, he was a smart criminal, and left a trail of wreckage in his wake. Mary found herself in an obstacle course, dodging strewn trashcans, jumping over angry dogs. The chase was long; Mary's surroundings became nothing but a blur. The sweat literally poured off of her body. Mary discarded her jacket and ripped off her hat, letting her auburn hair flow free.
"Freeze!" she yelled, reaching for her gun, her heart pumping madly in her chest, "I said Freeze asshole!" But he clearly wasn't going to stop. Mary decided she would have to take a more hostile approach.
"Pow! Pow! (For lack of a better handgun sound)" She sent off two shots, and missed, but he responded with three of his own. But that second was his downfall, and upon rounding the corner she caught up with him. Mary sprung towards him, and tackled him like a lineman in the super bowl.
"Wanna run huh?" She taunted, as she threw his gun across the alley, and straddled his back. The metal cuffs were cold on his skin, and she could feet him wince as they snapped on. "Dominatrix? Like it ruff yeah?"
"Shut up, ya'h pervert. Ya'h have the right to remain silent, an' ah suggest you do so."
"Comeon baby, give me a little taste."
"Anything ya'h say can an' will be used against you in a court ah law." "Gimme some o' that sweet ass." "Ya'h have tha' right t'an attorney, if you can't afford one tha' court will provide you with one."
"Yeah, you like grinding that cunt into my ass." That did it for Mary, and she had him by the hair in a second.
"Ahh!" His unpleasant screams were the only noises heard as she slammed his face into the pavement again and again.
"Yeah? Ya'h like that? You wanna'h try talkin' t'me or any other woman like that again? Comeon Perv, why so silent!? We were havin' so much fun before!"
"Stop, ungh, let go of, ahhh!"
"STOPPIT! Mary!" Bishop rounded the corner, causing Mary a moment of lost concentration. The perp jumped up and ran, finally stopping when Mary planted a bullet in his back.
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"You were outta'h line back there." Bishop said, as Mary fumbeled for her keys..
"Yeah? Well maybe ah don't like guys who push girls around. Rapist scum, ah hope that bastard rots in jail fo' tha' rest of eternity." "He will be, we've got penitentiary prison transport, tomorrow morning. Straight to the big house."
"Maybe he'll get gang raped on tha' first day."
"It's not good to think like that, Mary, You know the lord's always watchin'"
"Yeah? Well maybe 'the lord' shouldn't ah let this shit happen in the first place, goodnight Joseph." She growled, slamming the door.
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Mary was relieved when she pulled up in front of her house. "Just in time for dinner!" Bobby smiled, greeting her at the door.
"Hey baby," She breathed, hanging up her coat and pecking him on the cheek, "Where's Nathalie?" "Upstairs, playing with her barbies, I'll never understand you girls and those things." She smiled, and followed her nose into the kitchen.
"mmm, smells good! Would ya'h mind settin' tha' table, hon? Ah'll be right back down." "Okay." Bobby kissed her quickly and turned to his task.
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"Hey baby" "Mama!" The tiny girl, with sandy hair smiled wide, and jumped up to give her mother a hug, "I drew you a picture." "Really?" Mary asked, crouching down to her daughter's height. "Mmhmm!" Nathalie scampered over to her desk, brushing back her bangs.
"Thank you, oh! A butterfly, its so pretty." "And I learned how to spell teacher, T-E-A-C-uhhh-H-E-R" "Great! Listen Daddy's gettin' dinner ready, how about you go sit down at the table, ah'll be down in a minute." "Okay!" Mary smiled as her daughter bounced down the steps, holding on to the railing like she had taught her. She sighed and walked down the hall, into the bedroom. It was an average sized room, with minimal decorations; Mary and Bobby never really had the time. She walked over to the mirror and tugged off her shirt, wincing as she passed the materiel over the large bruise she had gotten earlier that day.
"Ouch." Mary spun around, instantly gripping her gun, "So tense." "Bobby don't scare me like that, what are ya'h doin' up here?" "Can't a man want some time with his wife?" She turned around, a bright smile sitting on her face, until she crushed her lips into his, "mmm."
"Now tell me why yoah really up heya'h." "Burnt the dinner." "Ya'h didn't!" "I did, Nat's getting her shoes on, I'm picking up a pizza." Mary shook her head and laughed, she couldn't help but be relieved, her husband wasn't the best cook, "You wanna' come?" "No, ah'll be fine here, gotta' tend ta'this." "Alright." "Ah love you." "ditto" She giggled softly as he left the room, and collapsed back on the bed. Stretching like a cat she shut her eyes. Her mind drifted, as she listened to the soft pats of the falling snow, and soon Mary was fast asleep.
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By morning, those soft pats, turned into monstrous poundings. There was at least 14 new inches of snow outside when Bobby woke up, and it was still snowing. "mmm, Mary?" "Mornin' sugah." He leaned over to his alarm clock and groaned, pulling the covers over his head.
"Its not even light outside." "Ah got prisoner transport this mornin'" "But it's your day off!" "Sorry darlin', but this ones a doozy." Mary smiled and jumped back into the bed, and satisfied her lover with several kisses before hopping back out again. Bobby watched her leave and sighed, what was he worried about? It was JUST a routine transport . . . yeah.
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"Wake up, Bishop." "Oye! Mary yer a slave driver." "Only when there's work t'be done. Believe me, sugah', ah would much rather be sleeping right now." Luke smiled at her from his seat inside of the bright blue Moutain Laurel cop car. "Come on Darlin' lets ride." Mary stared out the window, and watched the identical houses fly by. She smiled as the snow stuck to her window. Luke rambled on in the driver's seat, his baby had started teething. However, in a few short moments they pulled up to the station (I told you it was a small town.), and Mary hurried out of the car. "I never saw you so excited for one of these." "Ah'm glad t'get this monster outta'h our town." "I agree." His cell was the last one. The prisoner cowered in a corner, with a frightening smile spread over his face, his dirty brown hair falling in front of his eyes.
"Name?" Mary asked the commissioner. "Creed, Victor Creed. Been evading us for 2 years." "Glad we caught him." "Yes, Bishop, I'm glad you guys did. You know where you're going?" "Yes." "Alright, then lets get him out of there." Two more guards appeared and hoisted the chained menace out of his cell. "No sudden movements sugah' yoah on ma'h turf now.
~Remy! Soon! Ah promise!! -FOo