On The Wrong Side
The sun was barely visible over the tall pine trees. The kinds of creatures that would soon appear once the sun retired for the night did not trouble the young woman standing at the edge of the beautiful cliff. She had other more important things on her mind then to worry about such things.
It would get colder in a few minutes and she didn't care. She should since she was clad in only a t-shirt and a ripped pair of jeans. A beautiful band adorned her left arm and was a constant remainder of the pact she and her friends made long ago to someone that promised them what they had longed for…hope.
"Stupidest move I ever made." She says out loud.
He was only after her friends' powers. By the time they found out his true intentions, it was too late. Her friends became casualties of the man's power driven appetite.
She was the sole survivor. The lone wolf.
She was too entranced with her thoughts to notice a figure coming towards her.
"You ain't gonna jump, are you?" The figure says startling her. "How deep do ya suppose it is?"
"Why don't I throw you down and you can find out?" With out further warning she heaves him over the cliff with a single tug of his arm.
"Aaaahhh"
She peers over the cliff to see the young teen clinging to a branch on the side of the cliff.
"So how deep is it?"
The only response to her question are a few choice curse words. She kneels down at the cliff's edge.
"I could leave you there, you know. Nobody out here for miles…well that is until the wolves come. They might think a kid like you would make a perfect after dinner snack."
The teen struggles to pull himself up.
"Please help me!" The teen pleads.
"I'm not moved enough to help you, Trevor."
"Whatever I did I'm sorry!"
"You're sorry for 'whatever you did'? Come now that really isn't specific, is it?"
"Please! Please!" he cries.
"Here we go with the waterworks. Didn't that father of yours teach you anything about bravery in the face of death. I really don't know why I keep you around. But alas I do."
"I'm sorry for scaring you, Miss Renee. I won't do it again." Beads of sweat mixed with tears trickle down Trevor's face.
"Who told you my real name?"
"I…I..heard back at camp. Please help me."
"I'm growing tired of your snooping, Trevor."
"I won't do it again I promise."
Renee rolls her eyes before getting back to her feet.
"Help me my hands are slipping."
"Stop whining I'll help you." Renee's eyes glisten for a brief moment.
An enormous bird appears seemingly out of nowhere to scoop Trevor up and drop him down safely at Renee's feet. The beautiful bird flies off into the trees.
"You're lucky Tara wasn't hungry. She would have taken you back to her nest and had you for supper." Renee says as Trevor dusts himself off.
"Thank you."
"Aw how cute. You almost sound sincere." Renee grabs him by the collar. "Tell anyone my real name and I won't hesitant to let Tara rip you to shreds. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good." Renee lets him go. Trevor takes the opportunity to make his exit.
"Oh and one more thing, Trevor dear." Trevor turns around. "Stop pretending you have a southern accent it isn't becoming coming out of a Yankee boy from the city."
Trevor trudges back to camp.
The bird returns with a torn piece of paper in its mouth.
"What do you got, Tara?"
The enormous bird wobbles towards her and drops the paper in her hands.
"Thank you, Tara." Renee strokes the bird's head before turning to the paper in her hand.
The bird suddenly shrinks to the size of a hawk to sit on Renee's shoulder.
"It's a receipt. Where did you find this? There isn't a town for miles."
The bird squawks in response.
"An abandoned building, huh?" Renee continues to read the receipt.
"From what I can read, a lot of money was donated to someone…" Renee flips the paper over. "Courtesy of …..Project Oni Enterprises."
Renee crumbles the paper in her hands.
"Show me where the building was."
Tara grows to her previous enormous size and flies off in the direction of the abandon building with Renee in hot pursuit.
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Renee arrives at the abandoned building a few minutes later.
"What is this place?"
As Renee looks around several memory flashes hit her.
I'm sorry, Renee. This is the way it was meant to be.
A metal slab near some beakers filled with unknown liquid.
What have you done to me
Two hands in a friendly embrace
I can help you. Come to my school. I can help you.
Renee shakes off the memories. Tara swoops in with a name plate in her beak.
"Just as I thought…Project Oni Enterprises." Renee says taking the name plate in her hands.
I'm sorry, Renee. This is the way it was meant to be.
"Come, Tara. Lets get back to camp. We will plan our next move in the morning."
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Professor Charles Xavier sat at his wooden desk with a stack of papers in front of him to sort through.
A rush of angry thoughts assault his mind. He can't help but clutch his head in response.
Jean Grey burst into the room with a glass of water and some medicine.
"Sorry for not knocking but…"
"Its quite alright."
Jean moves forward handing him the glass of water and the medicine.
"Seems as though our favorite southerners are at it again." Xavier says through a strained smile.
"Everyone is steering clear of the Rec. Room. Even Logan."
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Rec. Room -
"Sorry, chere. Remy couldn' help it." Remy barely ducks when a seat cushion come hurdling at his head.
"Ya couldn't help it? Ah should wring ya neck for that, swamp rat!"
"Remy would mind having his chere's hands all over this Cajun. Oh and by the way, his chere is getting better with her aim. Dat pillow almost hit Remy."
Rogue was fuming with angry. Her emerald eyes glistened when she got angry. Remy knew she was even more dangerous when she was angry but that didn't stop him from goading her even more. This Cajun can't help it if she looks even more belle when she's angry. Remy thought.
"Thanks. Ah've had a lot of practice with no good Cajun swamp rats."
"You wound this poor Cajun. You've been practicin' with other Cajuns?"
Rogue lets out a frustrated scream before hurdling another piece of furniture. This time it connected with Remy's head. He falls to the ground with the strength of the blow.
"Remy!" Rogue rushes to the fallen Cajun. "Are ya alright?"
Remy doesn't respond.
"Swamp Rat, say something! Please Remy. Ah'm not mad anymore. Just open your eyes for me."
Still no response.
"You can look through mah drawers anytime ya want to." Rogue says gently caressing his face.
"Dat mean Remy is not in trouble for looking at his chere's underwear drawer?" Remy says with a smirk plastered across his face. "Dats Remy's favorite drawer."
"Ya dang swamp rat. You played meh!" Rogue says pushing his head off her lap.
"Remy is touched at how much his chere cares for him."
"Ah'll show you how much ah care." Rogue leaps at him. She lands on his chest. Remy's hands snake around her waist preventing her from leaving his grasp. Truth be told with Rogue's super-strength she could easily escape his grasp, but she wasn't trying to. Her efforts were at trying to pound the slimy Cajun into the floor.
"As much as Remy likes this position. He be thinkin' dis is better continued elsewhere, non?"
Rogue pushes away from his after a few lingering minutes.
"Keep ya slimy Cajun hands out of mah drawers."
"But Chere. Dats Remy's favorite drawer. Plus he already pick some belle pink ones for his chere to wear." Remy says holding the piece of clothing for Rogue to see.
Rogue snatches the underwear out of his hands.
"Ah should turn Logan on ya for this." She stuffs the underwear in her pocket.
"His chere wouldn' do dat. Admit it, you love dis Cajun." Remy says with a confident smile.
"Come on, swamp rat. Dinner's ready and if ya are a good boy ah might let ya take a peek in mah drawer." Her gloved takes his bare hand and leads him out of the room.
Remy's red on black eyes perk up in anticipation.
"Remy be a good Cajun." He promises as his hands slip into one of Rogue's pocket to take out the underwear.
They walk a couple feet before Rogue realizes the underwear is gone. Remy takes the opportunity to make tracks.
"Get back here ya dirty Cajun!"
Rogue takes off after him.
Students rush to get out of the way.
"Here we go again." Kitty says with a shake of her head.
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That's it for the first chapter. More to come soon. Please be patient. Leave a review. I would like to know what you think of my newest story so far.
Until Next Time,
Ancient 85