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AN: This story is going to go along with the Evolution time line. It will have old villains and some new ones that will really put Remy into a state of confusion. It'll start the night of him coming to the thieves to the time he wanted to blow Rogue up, and it will even progress to the end of Cajun spice and beyond. This will be my most in depth story, and longest. No worries, it's not first person but it'll add some of Remy's thoughts. Now that you read all the fine details....on with the show!
CHAPTER 1
The night was dark and cool, and the stars and moon were the only source of light. The streets in the New Orleans city were bare and deserted, not normal for any big city, but that night was not something of a normal night. In the darkness heavy breathing could be heard and the stampeding of feet as the figures came into the light of the moon. A woman with dark brown hair, pulled back into a low ponytail and covered by a dark cloak, ran through the streets desperately. Her deep brown eyes looked glossy as she ran trying to get away.
Her breathing and the sound of her clamping footsteps were hard on the pavement of the sidewalk. And in her arms was a small bundle wrapped in a brown cloth. It didn't move but the swaying of the woman's body, revealed the face of a newborn baby as the piece of cloth fell open. His eyes opened for a brief second, showing a pair of red on black eyes, and then just as quickly as they opened, they closed in silence. The woman continued to run her best through the maze of streets in the french quarter of New Orleans, but the look on her face showed fatigue. She was being chased.
A man all in black from head to toe was chasing the woman in the stillness of the night. He was on her tail, and after a few failed attempts of trying to catch her whipping cloth he shouted out to her:
"You can't run forever! I want that child and no body will stop me from getting what belongs to me!" He was still chasing her and he looked a little worse for wear but he held up strongly. He was of a grand built, tall and muscular and his brain power was of a higher standing than most. The woman didn't turn around to him out of fear he'd soon catch up with her; she continued to run.
"You...are not his... father! You want him for the power he's supposed to acquire through his years of his life. He's good not evil! I won't....give him to you, leave us alone!" She shouted her response. Her breathing was raspy and labored from the bundle she held. The man laughed in his own turn, making chills run down her body from fear. The laugh was loud and hollow of emotions and that was what scared the woman the most.
The woman with the baby tight in her arms ran down a dimly lit street. The stores on the streets and the homes above or to the sides of them were dusty and old looking. One or two buildings she passed looked as if they would fall down from the slightest breath out of her lungs, but her mind did not wander too long. She saw an opening, an alleyway to her freedom and to lose the deranged man forever. She turned at the last second down the alley to be plunged into darkness only lightened up by the moon and it's companions. She let up on her running a little but picked it back up when the dreaded footsteps of the man were following right behind her. She panicked and raced forward.
Down the alley away from the woman and the man following her, was another man who was finishing up a mugging. He wiped his hands on a rag from his back pocket for they were wet with sweat. His long light brown hair was pulled back into a long ponytail with one piece of short hair that hung in his face loosely. He was wearing a light grey long sleeved shirt and his pants were black and tight to make him able to move freely. His head shot up from looking down at the victim to his wraith and to the direction of the panting and running of the two in coming people. He slid quietly and wordlessly into the shadows of a nearby nook in the wall to wait for their arrival.
Two seconds after he slid into the darkness that surrounded himself now, the woman ran frantically by clutching at the baby in between her arms. The man followed her pursuit and ran by too. More shouting was heard down the alleyway:
"He belongs to me!" The man bellowed to the woman only a few feet in front of him. She darted her eyes around in the alleyway looking for an escape, any escape as she ran with all her might.
"No he doesn't! He's my son not a devil to bring about anything! He has no powers now!" She screamed back, her voice displaying more courage than she felt. Her legs were becoming weak now as she reduced in speed slightly. The man sped up.
"He has more power than the whole race combined and he will be mine!" He quickened his stride, like a cat trying to land it's next meal. The woman reached the end of the alley with no exit in sight and she turned around to be ready for what she had to face. The man stopped and walked to block her path to her freedom, and he eyed the baby once more before speaking. The second man took a small step from the shadows to where he was still covered but now he had a better look. He waited for the conversation to begin.
"We had to run didn't we? We had to be the brave mother to protect her child, but look where its gotten you my dear. You're trapped and there's no where to go. Just hand me the child and you could go in peace, instead of the way you have chosen to go." She gripped at her baby even harder.
"No you want to use him, and hurt him. I won't give him away!" The man smiled sadistically.
"I could fully harness his power to the point where no body could dare go against him. Don't you want that of your baby?" She shook her head, small pieces of hair falling into her beautiful sweat drenched face.
"No I don't. You're going to use him as if he's a pond or a tool. I cannot and I will not see that happen to my baby, no matter what the costs."
"Than you will have your life to pay for that remark and for the baby you cradle within your arms." A small whimper was heard from her lips as she backed herself into the red brick wall. The man advanced on her, stalking her out. He jumped to tackle her, but he landed too short as she pushed against the wall. She jumped over the giant man that had fallen, and dodged down the alleyway. The man got up too quickly that would be expected of his size, and grabbed a trash can lid lying on the ground. He whipped the lid and it skid across the alleyway and landed underneath the woman's feet.
He slowly stood up and as he breathed heavily, he advanced on the fallen mother. She was unconscious and she was barely breathing; a small gash was on the top of her forehead. The man bend down and pulled out a long dagger and stabbed it into the woman's back. A small yelp was heard, and then all was silent once again. The woman was dead. His head turned to the left side of her, where the baby laid on it's back sound asleep through the whole ordeal.
"Now he will be mine." The man whispered in the dead woman's ear. He stroked her hair and got up, and walked over to the baby. He picked him up and left down the alleyway without a footstep to echo behind him. The second man fully stepped out of the shadows and looked at the retreating figure of the strong and dangerous man with the newborn in his arms. His eyes slowly fell to the mother of the child, dead on the ground, and his eyes softened for a spilt second. They turned hard again as he realized what they had said about the baby.
"Power hm? I could use some o'dat power." He quietly said to himself as he stealthily trailed the man down the street.
An: Short I know, but I had to stop there. Tell me what you think and I'll post even quicker than ever. Until next time, see ya'!
P.S: I know I haven't updated my other story Old Habits Die Hard, but I'm trying! I think five more chapters will come to that one, I'm just having a really bad dry spell with that story. I won't give up so don't fret but don't expect frequent updates either. But I WILL try!
Love Peace215 –,—–
AN: This story is going to go along with the Evolution time line. It will have old villains and some new ones that will really put Remy into a state of confusion. It'll start the night of him coming to the thieves to the time he wanted to blow Rogue up, and it will even progress to the end of Cajun spice and beyond. This will be my most in depth story, and longest. No worries, it's not first person but it'll add some of Remy's thoughts. Now that you read all the fine details....on with the show!
CHAPTER 1
The night was dark and cool, and the stars and moon were the only source of light. The streets in the New Orleans city were bare and deserted, not normal for any big city, but that night was not something of a normal night. In the darkness heavy breathing could be heard and the stampeding of feet as the figures came into the light of the moon. A woman with dark brown hair, pulled back into a low ponytail and covered by a dark cloak, ran through the streets desperately. Her deep brown eyes looked glossy as she ran trying to get away.
Her breathing and the sound of her clamping footsteps were hard on the pavement of the sidewalk. And in her arms was a small bundle wrapped in a brown cloth. It didn't move but the swaying of the woman's body, revealed the face of a newborn baby as the piece of cloth fell open. His eyes opened for a brief second, showing a pair of red on black eyes, and then just as quickly as they opened, they closed in silence. The woman continued to run her best through the maze of streets in the french quarter of New Orleans, but the look on her face showed fatigue. She was being chased.
A man all in black from head to toe was chasing the woman in the stillness of the night. He was on her tail, and after a few failed attempts of trying to catch her whipping cloth he shouted out to her:
"You can't run forever! I want that child and no body will stop me from getting what belongs to me!" He was still chasing her and he looked a little worse for wear but he held up strongly. He was of a grand built, tall and muscular and his brain power was of a higher standing than most. The woman didn't turn around to him out of fear he'd soon catch up with her; she continued to run.
"You...are not his... father! You want him for the power he's supposed to acquire through his years of his life. He's good not evil! I won't....give him to you, leave us alone!" She shouted her response. Her breathing was raspy and labored from the bundle she held. The man laughed in his own turn, making chills run down her body from fear. The laugh was loud and hollow of emotions and that was what scared the woman the most.
The woman with the baby tight in her arms ran down a dimly lit street. The stores on the streets and the homes above or to the sides of them were dusty and old looking. One or two buildings she passed looked as if they would fall down from the slightest breath out of her lungs, but her mind did not wander too long. She saw an opening, an alleyway to her freedom and to lose the deranged man forever. She turned at the last second down the alley to be plunged into darkness only lightened up by the moon and it's companions. She let up on her running a little but picked it back up when the dreaded footsteps of the man were following right behind her. She panicked and raced forward.
Down the alley away from the woman and the man following her, was another man who was finishing up a mugging. He wiped his hands on a rag from his back pocket for they were wet with sweat. His long light brown hair was pulled back into a long ponytail with one piece of short hair that hung in his face loosely. He was wearing a light grey long sleeved shirt and his pants were black and tight to make him able to move freely. His head shot up from looking down at the victim to his wraith and to the direction of the panting and running of the two in coming people. He slid quietly and wordlessly into the shadows of a nearby nook in the wall to wait for their arrival.
Two seconds after he slid into the darkness that surrounded himself now, the woman ran frantically by clutching at the baby in between her arms. The man followed her pursuit and ran by too. More shouting was heard down the alleyway:
"He belongs to me!" The man bellowed to the woman only a few feet in front of him. She darted her eyes around in the alleyway looking for an escape, any escape as she ran with all her might.
"No he doesn't! He's my son not a devil to bring about anything! He has no powers now!" She screamed back, her voice displaying more courage than she felt. Her legs were becoming weak now as she reduced in speed slightly. The man sped up.
"He has more power than the whole race combined and he will be mine!" He quickened his stride, like a cat trying to land it's next meal. The woman reached the end of the alley with no exit in sight and she turned around to be ready for what she had to face. The man stopped and walked to block her path to her freedom, and he eyed the baby once more before speaking. The second man took a small step from the shadows to where he was still covered but now he had a better look. He waited for the conversation to begin.
"We had to run didn't we? We had to be the brave mother to protect her child, but look where its gotten you my dear. You're trapped and there's no where to go. Just hand me the child and you could go in peace, instead of the way you have chosen to go." She gripped at her baby even harder.
"No you want to use him, and hurt him. I won't give him away!" The man smiled sadistically.
"I could fully harness his power to the point where no body could dare go against him. Don't you want that of your baby?" She shook her head, small pieces of hair falling into her beautiful sweat drenched face.
"No I don't. You're going to use him as if he's a pond or a tool. I cannot and I will not see that happen to my baby, no matter what the costs."
"Than you will have your life to pay for that remark and for the baby you cradle within your arms." A small whimper was heard from her lips as she backed herself into the red brick wall. The man advanced on her, stalking her out. He jumped to tackle her, but he landed too short as she pushed against the wall. She jumped over the giant man that had fallen, and dodged down the alleyway. The man got up too quickly that would be expected of his size, and grabbed a trash can lid lying on the ground. He whipped the lid and it skid across the alleyway and landed underneath the woman's feet.
He slowly stood up and as he breathed heavily, he advanced on the fallen mother. She was unconscious and she was barely breathing; a small gash was on the top of her forehead. The man bend down and pulled out a long dagger and stabbed it into the woman's back. A small yelp was heard, and then all was silent once again. The woman was dead. His head turned to the left side of her, where the baby laid on it's back sound asleep through the whole ordeal.
"Now he will be mine." The man whispered in the dead woman's ear. He stroked her hair and got up, and walked over to the baby. He picked him up and left down the alleyway without a footstep to echo behind him. The second man fully stepped out of the shadows and looked at the retreating figure of the strong and dangerous man with the newborn in his arms. His eyes slowly fell to the mother of the child, dead on the ground, and his eyes softened for a spilt second. They turned hard again as he realized what they had said about the baby.
"Power hm? I could use some o'dat power." He quietly said to himself as he stealthily trailed the man down the street.
An: Short I know, but I had to stop there. Tell me what you think and I'll post even quicker than ever. Until next time, see ya'!
P.S: I know I haven't updated my other story Old Habits Die Hard, but I'm trying! I think five more chapters will come to that one, I'm just having a really bad dry spell with that story. I won't give up so don't fret but don't expect frequent updates either. But I WILL try!
Love Peace215 –,—–