Title: The Mutant Thieves
Author: Pirates
Turner & Sparrow
Rating: R for violence and sexual
references
Couples: Remy/Rogue, Wolverine/Ororo, Cable/Domino,
Sean/Emma, Chamber/Boomer, Skin/Jubilee
Summary: The story of how
the two separate clans of mutant thieves, one led by Wolverine and
the other by Remy LeBeau, came to become one family. Along the way,
they find love and fight to avoid the law. Each chapter is told from
the POV of a different character.
One Cajun's Story
De's name's Remy LeBeau, but you can call me Gambit. Everybody else does. One night in October found me sittin' dere in de shadows o' de cave at serves as a home for me an' my group while Emma counted out de money we'd stolen dat day an' Stormy cooked supper. We're not your regular group, that's for sure. We're different dan everybody else. We're mutants, gifted with unique powers.
Take Emma for example: sure she looks like your every-day blonde woman, but dat blonde hair covers up a mind dat can read an' control de minds o' other people an' animals. You'd never know she's different just by look' at her. Now, on de other hand, take Stormy: you'd know dat she's different by lookin' at her 'cause o' her long, white hair an' light, brown skin. She's the only black in dese parts o' the West. So, like I said, all you had to do to know Stormy's different is look at her.
You heard dat phrase "beautiful but deadly"? Well, dat dere phrase refers to both Stormy an' Emma. Besides usin' her telepathy to read de thoughts o' others an' control people, Emma can use to make what she calls a "psi-whip". I ain't never had de misfortune to actually feel the whip, but I know it's got some powerful sting 'cause I've seen her use it on people who're unlucky enough to make her mad. Besides havin' wonderful fighting skills, Stormy can control de weather -- lightning, hurricanes, snow, the whole nine yards -- an' fly by de wind.
An' den dere's me -- I always save de best for last. Besides my uncanny charms an' my good looks, ya couldn't tell dere's anything different 'bout me just by lookin' at me, but dere is. Not only am I great at what I do -- gamblin', stealin', an' charmin' de ladies --, but I can charge up any ordinary object to be a powerful an' deadly weapon. So, ya see, ya don't wanna make any o' us mad.
Now it ain't no coincidence dat de three o' us are together. Stormy an' I met years ago. I'd only been ten at de time, an' she'd been even younger. In fact, she was still a baby, only three years old. I'd heard news dat a wagontrain had been attacked by a tribe of Apache Indians an' thought dat dere might be some money or something else valueable left over after de attack, so I'd rode out dere. I was lookin' through de first wagon when I heard some one cryin' like their heart'd been broken so I snuck 'round to see what was goin' on. I had to go slam 'round to de other side 'fore I saw her. She was cryin' over her parents' bodies. I could tell from deir wounds that dey'd been stabbed by something, but I coudn't see what. I figured probably by arrows, but I didn't see dem anywhere. I started quietly toward the girl. She heard me an' looked up at me, her teary blue eyes full o' fear. "Please . . . don't hurt me . . . " she said in a whisper.
"Remy not gonna hurt you, chere." I continued to walk slowly towards her, holdin' out my hands so she could see I didn't have any weapons.
De little Storm looked at me, frightened an' not darin' to move one way or de other. "What happened here?" I asked even though I knew the answer.
"Indians came; they attacked us. They killed everybody but me. They would've gotten me, too, but I was hiding like Momma told me to." She cried as she looked down at her parents' still bodies.
I knelt down 'side her an' opened my arms to her, offerin' her a shoulder to cry on. She accepted. She was all alone wit'out any money an' didn't have anywhere to go, so I took her in. What else could I have done? No way could I have left her dere; she would've been killed. Dere wasn't any money in de wagons, but I came away from dere wit' something even better than all de money in de entire West: a wonderful friend who I could count on in de good times an' de bad.
I couldn't help but to smile as I thought about how Stormy an' I'd met. It wasn't under good conditions, but we managed to come away from dere winners. Well, I know I did. Can't really say 'bout Stormy. She lost her parents, but she got a friend outta de deal. An', to me, if ya come outta a bad situation wit' anythin' good, you're a winner. But I doubt Stormy would agree.
I shuffled 'round in my pockets an' pulled out a cigarette. I lit it an' took a puff. I got dis feelin' like I was being looked at, so I looked up. Both Stormy an' Emma were starin' at me. I knew what day were dinking.
"Remy," Emma begun, pushing a bit of her blonde hair away from her face, "you know what Ororo and I think of smoking."
"Indeed," Storm nodded. "Remy, if you have to smoke, please do it outside."
I knew it. Dey fuss whenever I light a cigar. I shrugged carelessly, stood up, an' strolled outside wit' de tail o' my brown trench coat flappin' 'round my knees. It was a nice night. De sky was scattered wit' stars, an' dere was a full moon. I took another puff off my cigar 'fore my thoughts turned over to de day I met Emma.
Stormy an' I were watchin' a train so we'd know when an' where it stopped an' could work de crowd dat got off. De train came to a screeching hault. A couple o' guys carried a strugglin' girl off de train an' threw her face-down in de dirt. De girl sat up an' spit out de dirt. It landed on one o' de guy's boots; de guy kicked her angrily, "Dang mutant."
They turned to get back on de train just as de girl got back on her feet. She scratched one o' de guys across de back. "That's it." De guy whirled back 'round an' took out a gun from his pocket.
"What're ya doing?" de other guy demanded o' his partner, turnin' back 'round.
As de two guys argued 'bout rather or not Mr. an' Mrs. Frost (I reckoned they were the girl's parents) would be mad when dey found out, I snapped my horse's reins an' headed towards dem. Stormy flew after me. De guy wit' de gun saw Stormy an' went to shoot at her, but a well-aimed lightning bolt knocked the gun a few yards away. We continued on towards dem, only faster now. De train took off wit'out de guys. Storm took care o' de guys by puttin' dem on top o' the retreatin' train by usin' de wind while I dismounted an' ran up to de girl. I offered her a hand. She accepted, an' I pulled her back up to her feet.
"What was dat all 'bout?" I asked de young Emma.
Storm landed next to us. "What did those men want?"
"They were carrying out my parents' orders," Emma answered, wiping de dirt off o' her face wit' her hand.
"What kind of parents would desert their daughter in the middle of nowhere?" Stormy asked.
"My parents are rich and have large egos and reputations. They didn't want their mutant daughter messing their image up." She looked in disgust at her grimy hand. Stormy took Emma's hand in one o' hers while a few raindrops sprinkled down from her other hand into Emma's palm. "Thanks," Emma said with a tiny smile as she used de rainwater to clean her hand.
"You're welcome," Stormy said, havin' already released Emma's hand. "As you can tell, I am a mutant, as well."
"So am I." I scooped up a rock, used my mutant power to charge de rock up wit' kinetic energy, an' threw de rock at a catcus that stood a few yards away. De rock hit its target; de catcus exploded. All dat was left o' de catcus were a few pieces scattered here an' there.
"I don't want to go back home," Emma told us. "Can I stay with you?" she asked Stormy an' me.
"Certainly," Storm replied right off de bat.
I nodded in agreement.
"By the way, I'm Emma."
An' dat's how Emma joined Stormy an' me. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I knew it was Stormy. "Remy, are you okay?" she asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Stormy," I replied. "Just been dinkin'."
"What about?"
"Just memories."
"Of?"
"How we all met."
"Well, you'd best come on in; supper's ready," Stormy told me.
I followed her in after stompin' out my cigar. Emma was already at de table; Stormy an' I joined her. De smell o' Stormy's cookin' made me lick my lips. De three o' us bowed our heads while Stormy blessed de food. I reopened my eyes an' looked at Stormy an' Emma. I smiled. De three o' us are more than friends -- we're a family. Whatever de future holds we can handle it but only together.
The End
