Disclaimer:
I Don't Have any rights to this story and sueing me isn't worth your lawyers fee.
This is part four of the "Crimson" line, Remy lovers beware.
Blood Red Synnes
His eyes are the colour of warm and running blood. They stare with intent concetration
at the road ahead. A storm is comming and a small wind has kicked up towards the west that billowes
his long, and worn trench coat behind his lithe frame. His hair is a darker red,
as an aged life's fluid spilled long ago.
He waits.
She has been regarded as the highest royalty and the lowest theif in
her life. Even more strange than that of the stark contrast between her
smoothe and radiating brown skin and her snow white hair is, that she has
at most times been regailed as both. She recieved word an old friend
had wanted to see her. She hopes, to talk. Her long legs carry her down the old
New Orlean street and her heels click with each passing step. Most women would
fear the dark streets and allies. This is not most women.
He waits until she had just past him before leaving the cove he was stationary in.
It is a hard thing, near to be impossible to surprise this woman, whose
every move has been formed by countless battles whose poise is that of a delicate shower
but, he manages to do just that.
" By the light, Remy!" Ororo exclaimes " I had not expected you to do that!"
Remy, Gambit just smiles his half cocked grin. It is a trait of his
mutant ability of charm. The one that makes you trust him. A mistake at best
and deadly at worst.
" Knew ya'd come, Stormy." Remy replies.
"I am still your friend, Remy." Ororo's instincts are on
fire. She knows that there is danger wafting in the air, Louisianna
is full of danger, It has surrounded her, thrilled her and captivated her
attention for the two days she has been here. Part of what Storm thrives on.
" Non." Remy replies shaking his head. " Gambit got no friends."
" By the heavens Remy, had that been true, I would not have come to talk when you aked!"
Storm is worried for her former team mate. He is strange, even for him.
Something is not right.
" Gambit no ask you here to talk." Remy says as he brandishes a Guild Knife.
" Gambit here to kill you."
He throws the first hit and misses. A warning shot.
" By the Light, Remy, If it is Storm you wish to face, A storm you shall get!'
Lightning changes her from Ororo Munroe, Super model into Storm,
A being in control of the elements around her. Her first shot doesn't miss.
Remy is down. she forgets the first rule of combat in worry for her friend.
"By the heavens! Remy are you well?!" She cries as she bends to check him. Her first blast
was more than she had wanted.
She recieves her answer in the form of a burning fire in her gut.
" Ya shoulda known better Stormy." Remy say's as he charges the knife.
"What are you?!" Storm askes between retches of blood
She recieves no answer save Gambit's whisper that tickles her ear.
"You could have been delicious, Stormy" He wispers in lovers tones
as he twists the knife, breaking bones and tearing flesh.
For a moment, nothing happens. The long minute before the kenetic energy
reaches the point of explosion, is silent. Storm is already dead, Remy
walks away with new blood staining him. Storm's lifeless body desinegrates
and is gone by the time the knife's energy booms outward.
A fresh wind catches Remy's coat and hair as they billow outward behind him.
A storm is comming and he lights a cigarette. "Gack..I gotta quit dem t'ings,
dey kill me one day."
The Cigarette is left to burn on the ground behind him, the fire blinks and
fades out as the street returnes to darkness.
I Don't Have any rights to this story and sueing me isn't worth your lawyers fee.
This is part four of the "Crimson" line, Remy lovers beware.
Blood Red Synnes
His eyes are the colour of warm and running blood. They stare with intent concetration
at the road ahead. A storm is comming and a small wind has kicked up towards the west that billowes
his long, and worn trench coat behind his lithe frame. His hair is a darker red,
as an aged life's fluid spilled long ago.
He waits.
She has been regarded as the highest royalty and the lowest theif in
her life. Even more strange than that of the stark contrast between her
smoothe and radiating brown skin and her snow white hair is, that she has
at most times been regailed as both. She recieved word an old friend
had wanted to see her. She hopes, to talk. Her long legs carry her down the old
New Orlean street and her heels click with each passing step. Most women would
fear the dark streets and allies. This is not most women.
He waits until she had just past him before leaving the cove he was stationary in.
It is a hard thing, near to be impossible to surprise this woman, whose
every move has been formed by countless battles whose poise is that of a delicate shower
but, he manages to do just that.
" By the light, Remy!" Ororo exclaimes " I had not expected you to do that!"
Remy, Gambit just smiles his half cocked grin. It is a trait of his
mutant ability of charm. The one that makes you trust him. A mistake at best
and deadly at worst.
" Knew ya'd come, Stormy." Remy replies.
"I am still your friend, Remy." Ororo's instincts are on
fire. She knows that there is danger wafting in the air, Louisianna
is full of danger, It has surrounded her, thrilled her and captivated her
attention for the two days she has been here. Part of what Storm thrives on.
" Non." Remy replies shaking his head. " Gambit got no friends."
" By the heavens Remy, had that been true, I would not have come to talk when you aked!"
Storm is worried for her former team mate. He is strange, even for him.
Something is not right.
" Gambit no ask you here to talk." Remy says as he brandishes a Guild Knife.
" Gambit here to kill you."
He throws the first hit and misses. A warning shot.
" By the Light, Remy, If it is Storm you wish to face, A storm you shall get!'
Lightning changes her from Ororo Munroe, Super model into Storm,
A being in control of the elements around her. Her first shot doesn't miss.
Remy is down. she forgets the first rule of combat in worry for her friend.
"By the heavens! Remy are you well?!" She cries as she bends to check him. Her first blast
was more than she had wanted.
She recieves her answer in the form of a burning fire in her gut.
" Ya shoulda known better Stormy." Remy say's as he charges the knife.
"What are you?!" Storm askes between retches of blood
She recieves no answer save Gambit's whisper that tickles her ear.
"You could have been delicious, Stormy" He wispers in lovers tones
as he twists the knife, breaking bones and tearing flesh.
For a moment, nothing happens. The long minute before the kenetic energy
reaches the point of explosion, is silent. Storm is already dead, Remy
walks away with new blood staining him. Storm's lifeless body desinegrates
and is gone by the time the knife's energy booms outward.
A fresh wind catches Remy's coat and hair as they billow outward behind him.
A storm is comming and he lights a cigarette. "Gack..I gotta quit dem t'ings,
dey kill me one day."
The Cigarette is left to burn on the ground behind him, the fire blinks and
fades out as the street returnes to darkness.