DISCLAIMER: I do not own marvel or X-Men.
ATTENTION: This was Hearts of Gold I changed the title to something I think is better. I decided to rewrite chapters 1-9. Well it's not so much rewriting as it is improving. I found some lost documents that I originally wrote for this fic and thought that I would put them in. Most major details will remain the same. I hope I didn't alienate people by doing this but I knew that if I didn't do it I couldn't go on wholeheartedly.
Author's Note: This takes place after the whole Apocalypse incident, but Gambit has never met the X-Men and Cajun Spice never happened. Magneto had his Acolytes but Gambit was never part of them.
Cardsharp
Chapter 1: Nights that Rain
The parking lot was completely deserted and the only thing you could hear was the occasional car passing by on the misty street.
He was leaning against the side of his bike with his arms folded and head down, fiddling with an unlit cigarette between his lips. The threat of rain was apparent as the clouds gathered overhead and he suddenly felt cold. He looked at his watch; 'Midnight, not long now'. The thought made him sigh. He stood straight about to mound his bike when he noticed the cigarette for the first time. He knitted his eyebrows together in annoyance and plucked the thing out of his mouth tossing it aside. It really amazed him at how many times he's caught himself ready to light up. He was trying to quit but the need to always have a pack on him was overwhelming. He should really stop wasting his money on those damn things.
His nerves ran deep as his thoughts raced. He had to go; he had a meeting with Him. Anger boiled inside him at the thought. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he was a slave. It was a truth that he had been denying for too long, and something that cut him so deep…………...it was indescribable.
He decided that he needed a walk. He took one last look at his conveniently borrowed Harley, and headed up the sidewalk.
He had parked near Central Park; the perfect place to be at midnight, not a person in sight. The grass was mossy under his boots and the trees blew mournfully against the chilly wind. He walked silently, his hands in his pockets, until he came upon a lake. He stopped at the edge of it looking down. Its clarity perfectly reflected the night sky, the moon making it glow. He crouched down catching his own reflection. His brown hair was messy, longer in the front resting right below his eyes. He couldn't see his eyes though; they were covered with a pair of sunglasses. He fingered them a moment before slowly sliding them up. And there they were on fire staring back at him. They reminded him of how much he hated himself, and the thought made him slide the glasses right back into place. He stood and slowly back tracked the way he came.
Thunder sounded and rain started sprinkling from the sky. He reached his bike and looked at his watch, knowing that now he was going to be running a little late. He got on the bike and started up the engine taking off his sunglasses and putting on his helmet. The tires squeaked as he made a swift turn and took off.
Besides he needed to go, he wouldn't want to keep Essex waiting.