Wow,it's taken me almost 3 years to come back to this. I'm really sorry to everyone who took the time to read and review. I'm going to get back to it though! I updated the first chapter slightly and am working on the second!
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Chapter 1: Unknown Nightmares
It's always the same. The low hum and maddening flicker of dim florescent lighting, the heavy scent of copper and bleach, a humid room with many doors, all opening in different directions. Eerie, disembodied moans and soft, terrified sobbing. There are cold, amber eyes on blue skin and soulless, demonic eyes with sharp gleaming teeth. The pitiable pleading from a child...
"Momma? Ah don't wanna go with the man momma. Please don't make meh momma. Ah'm scared..."
A flash of green. A streak of white. Silence.
Finally, a horrifying scream.
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Remy LeBeau awakes with a start. He reaches out beside him to someone who is not there; has never been there for as long as he can remember. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he is unable to fully comprehend where he is as the strange, sickening feeling that always plagues him after his reoccurring nightmare slowly fades and along with it the details of the dream that he seemed to be having on a nightly basis. It leaves him feeling as though there is something missing; something he had long forgotten. Slowly he lowers his head back to his pillow, but after what seems like an eternity, he resigns himself to the fact that he can't stop thinking about the blurry figures in his dreams.
Unable to fall back to sleep, Remy slips out of the comfy bed that he now occupies in a school for mutants, like himself, known as Xavier's School for the Gifted. In nothing but his boxers he silently walks out onto his small balcony. Leaning his slender, well-muscled form against the stone railing, he shuts his eerie red on black eyes and rakes his hands through his longish auburn hair. He wonders why he had ever agreed to come to such a place. Somehow it seems that the dreams have become more and more frequent since he had found himself agreeing to a temporary membership in the mysterious school and, as he found out later, team of local 'super heroes'. So far it hasn't been that bad, though if staying at this place meant never being able to sleep again he would have to speak to Ororo in the morning about his options. He knew it might hurt her, but he also knew he was better off on his own, finding it hard to adapt to working on a team and answering to someone other than himself.
Remy sighs, his thoughts returning to his dream and the nagging feeling of urgency within it. Unsure of what else to do, he looks out onto the grounds, trying to figure out the strange puzzle within his mind, but unable to fit the pieces into place.
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"You are not leaving." Ororo Munroe states calmly in her rich African accent. She doesn't hesitate in the long strokes the brush makes through her shocking white hair; hair that contrasts so nicely with her dark skin. She hadn't so much as blinked at how Remy had come into her room to let her know that he would be leaving, and, as she glances at his demon like eyes in her vanity mirror, she figures her tone of voice has suggested that the conversation Remy had started is now over.
"'Scuse me, Stormy, but last I checked I was my own person, and am free to do as I please." Remy did not like being reprimanded like a small child, and that wasn't about to change, nor was he going to let the one person he trusts, respects and regards as a friend in his new surroundings treat him as such. Crossing his arms and leaning against one of the many shelves that held Ororo's beautiful plants he watches her expression in the reflection of her mirror.
Ororo, also known as Storm for her unique power to control the weather, swivels around in her seat, her blue eyes piercing Remy's red ones. Somehow, the woman who sits before him seems even more daunting in her seated position, looking like an African goddess in her thin white robe that reaches the floor, than when she stood almost nose to nose with him. Suddenly he knows he has lost the fight. He also silently regrets calling her by the nickname that he so lovingly bestowed upon her, knowing how much she hates it.
"Last I checked, Mr. LeBeau, you were a man of your word. You agreed to one month, and if, after that time, this lifestyle doesn't suit you, you can leave freely with or without my consent." Ororo states with a controlled ease, her eyes narrowing slightly as Remy pushes himself away from his position against her shelves. Her eyes follow his lanky figure across the room.
Remy sits heavily on the edge of Ororo's plush bed in defeat and rakes his slender fingers through his hair, one of his nervous habits that Ororo silently takes note of, but she doesn't move; rather she remains quiet, giving Remy the opportunity to speak. After a few seconds he takes the opportunity she has offered him.
"Why it mean so much to you dat I stay?" he questions the woman sitting before him, his Cajun accent becoming heavy with his impatience. Ororo cocks her head slightly to one side as if in thought over his question before answering with a question of her own.
"The better question is: why do you feel the need to run so desperately my friend?" as she asks this Ororo stands and walks over to Remy with light airy footsteps before gently resting her hand on his well-toned shoulder.
Sighing heavily, Remy looks up at his friend, not wanting to reveal his personal problems, but not knowing how else to explain his reluctance to stay when he had promised her he would at least try.
"Can't get comfortable here 'Ro. Can't sleep. Been having dese weird dreams dat keep me up at night, worryin' 'bout someone I ain't sure I even know…" Remy tears his gaze away from Storm's as his words trail off into silence and he searches his memory for something he didn't know he had remembered. His words have surprised even him; never before had he felt that there was someone else in his dream, someone he might recognize.
Ororo squeezes his shoulder softly, causing Remy to look back towards her. Her blue eyes are now filled with concern for him and his mind wanders slightly as he wonders if maybe her feelings went beyond being just friends, to something more. He knew he had toyed with the idea in own mind, maybe she had as well.
"Perhaps the professor could help you Remy. Perhaps he could decipher what these dreams are trying to tell you." Ororo says in a motherly tone, trying not to upset the man before her.
Suddenly Remy is angry, more with himself for thinking that the goddess before him could possibly grow to love him; that anyone could possibly love him or be concerned about him. It always came down to the same single point, someone just wanted to make him do something he had no interest in doing. He shoves Storm's hand away, his eyes glowing as though a red fire has been lit behind them.
"T'anks, but no t'anks, 'Ro. Don't need ya Professor lookin' around in my head. No one needs dat kind of help." Remy's tone is icy; cold. Standing up, he swiftly makes his way to the door.
"I'll stay for de rest of de month, den I'm gone, so get used to it now." Remy states angrily as he exits the room.
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