ANYwho, thank you V. much to all the people who reviewed Strangers,in spite of my messy pasting job! As far as Strangers goes, I'm planning something...yuppers. Not sure what yet, but something. Some people mentioned them meeting at school. If anyone has any ideas/suggestions for a continuation of that story is free to email me (wouldn't you please? Eileenblzr@yahoo.com). Tell me what you'd like to see, so I can um, write it.
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The Freedom Caper
By Eileen Blazer
January 2003
Prologue: What If
I Never Knew You
He would lie down
on his bed of straw, and Dorothy
would lie beside
him and put her head on his soft,
shaggy mane, while
they talked of their troubles and
tried to plan
some way to escape
-The Wizard of Oz
The room was bare. Steel walls closed in on every side, making it a cage. There was little light, except for the soft glow that poured in through a small slit on the ceiling.
To the right, a young man leaned against one wall, his head drooped to in slumber, his arms cuffed at the wrist. The sound of his breath filled his tiny prison.
A girl, having slipping in though the door when no one was looking, crept closer to him, occassionally brushing away a tangle of red and white hair.
It wasn't fair, Rogue knew, that he should be confined while she walked free.
But then again, if life were fair, a lot of things would have been different. Still, Rogue disliked any implication, any suggestion, that she -or he- had been a victim of circumstance. Everyone got dealt a few bad cards, it was how well you recovered that made the difference.
Damn card analogies -been spendin' too much time with Remy, she thought, kneeling down. She carefully lifted his arms and dropped them back down around her.
As if he had heard his name in her thought, the warm lump beneath her moved, making her smile as she felt the familiar ripple of muscles under her gloved palms. Remy Le Beau: her personal pillow.
Rogue pulled back a bit, as much as the cuffs would allow, to stare at his face. Marvled at how angelic he looked. The impish grin had given way to a more innocent gape of the mouth, demon eyes hidden by two thickly fringed blankets. His auburn hair was tousled, and her fingers itched to run through it, like barefoot children in the dewey grass. Cuddling closer, Rogue snuck her head under his neck and sighed.
"Y' shouldn' be here, mon Chere," Came a gentle whisper. Her green eyes peeked open, meeting his own crimson pupils, and she smiled weakly.
"Ah didn't mean ta wake ya."
"But its a good t'ing y' did, non? Else y' might've stayed de night."
Rogue placed her palm on his cheek and shivered when he turned his head slightly and kissed it. "Ah ain't jus' gonna leave ya."
"Y' don' have t' be here, Roguey. Y' can go home an' be happy."
"Ah can't be, Remy. Not without ya."
"Y' were, once."
"Nevah."
Remy watched her, so beautiful, and thought of the girl he'd come to know quite well. The wild but gentle spirit. The kindred soul. If he could have, he might've broken free, stolen her all over again. Ran, until they couldn't be followed. But the time for running was over now. "Please, Chere? Try." He gave her his best pout. "Y' wouldn' deny a dyin' man, would y'?"
"Ya ain't dyin'."
"Dat's not true. I started dyin' when dey came an' took y' away."
"All the mo' reason fo' me ta stay."
The Cajun opened his mouth to protest but ended up squeezing her close to him. In the cold, barren cell, she was the only warm thing. "Dey gon' find y' here in de mornin'."
"Ah don't care."
"Dey not gon' look at y' de same." He laughed a little. "Dey gon' have all sorts of ideas."
"Let 'em.They're always goin' on and on 'bout justice an' integrity. Let 'em figure out how ta be fair and just ta us."
Remy stroked her back and nodded. "Y' right, Chere." That was nothing unusal. Her impulses, knowledge, and hunches had been their salvaton many times over.
"Why did we let 'em catch us? Why don't ya break out now? This time around we'll avoid 'em like the plague."
He licked his lips, thinking. "I 'tink we were tired o' movin' 'round all de time. Bein' alone. It be fun, if its jus' a game, but when y' start really feelin' 'tings, y' wan' tell everyone y' know. Y' hope dey be happy too."
"But they weren't."
"Some o' dem were. Kinda knew de 'ol magnet wasn' gon' let me off dat easily, d'ough. We can't run from dis, either. If we're gon' have a decent chance, we gotta face de music here first."
"He's not gonna hurt ya, Remy. Ah won't let him."
That was a sweet sentiment, he thought, as he whispered words of comfort to her in french. A moment later, he felt a dampness in his shirt, and frowned. "Are y' cryin'?"
"No."
He wanted to lift her chin up high, where it belonged, wipe away her worries, but his hands were tied -literally. He settled for trying to blow them dry. "Dere's no reason t'."
"How can ya say that? The minute that sun's up, they're gonna take ya to him." Rogue had endeavored to suppress her fears, yet they grew in intensity and number by the second. There was an ever growing ache in her heart. She had finally found someone who knew her, understood her, even *loved* her. And they were going to let power hungry mutant steal that. Her tears flowed freely until at last she was sobbing. "Ah'm sorry, Rem, Ah'm so sorry. This is all muh fault. If Ah hadn't been tryin' ta get away in the first place, then..."
"Then what, Roguey?" Her words had hurt him. Was she willing to give up their love, there happiness, for him? He wasn't worth that. "Den what?"
"Well, you wouldn't be heah, for one thin'."
"Qui. I'd be workin' for Magneto, lonely, everythin' always blowin' up in my face, non? I'd have never found what was missin' from my life. I never been so happy, know dat? When we together, I don' even care 'bout gettin' back t' de Bayou. Don' care 'bout nothin', 'cept a pretty girl named Roguey. So don' cry, Chere, an' don' worry none. Y' already saved me." He kissed the top of her head. "It's me dat should be sorry. I got y' into all dis mess."
"Now who's talkin' nonsense. Yeah, Ah'd have been a helluva lot safer, and Ah'd have spent all muh time thinkin' there was somethin' wrong with me. Watchin' the rest o' the world smile and laugh and nevah gettin' the joke."
She turned awkwardly, until her back was pressed against his chest. She tore a necklace away from her neck and placed a tiny object from it in his hand. "This belongs to ya, Cajun. Jus' remember, whatever happens, no mattah how cute Kitty and Jean are, this is real."
He laughed and closed his fingers around it. "When dey come, all hell's gon' break loose on de other side o' d'ose doors. I can wait alone." He had to give her one last chance to leave.
"We'll wait togetha'" She said simply. And they did.
Some time later, the heavy door creaked open and one Scott Summers stuck his head in. He seemed shocked a little, as he saw Rogue draped over the young imprisoned man, but quickly shook the surprise off. He looked down, almost ashamed, and in a quiet, apologetic spoke to Remy.
"They're ready for you."
If I never knew you
If i never felt this
love
I would have no inkling
of
How precious life
can be
And if I never held
you
I would never have
a clue
How at last I'd find
in you
The missing part
of me
In this world so
full of fear
Full of rage and
lies
I can see the truth
so clear
In your eyes
So dry your eyes
And I'm so grateful
to you
I'd hve lived my
whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you
If I never knew you
I'd be safe but half
as real
Never knowing I could
feel
A love so strong
and true
I'm so grateful to
you
I'd have lived my
whole life through
Lost forever
If I never knew you
I thought our love
would be so beautiful
Somehow we'd make
the whole world bright
I never knew that
fear and hate could be so strong
all they'd leave
us were these wHispers in the night
But still my heart
is saying we were right
Oh if I never knew
you
There's no moment
I regret
If I never felt this
love
Since the moment
that we met
I would have no inkling
of
If our time has gone
too fast
How precious life
can be...
I've lived at last...
I thought our love
would be so beautiful
Somehow we'd make
the whole world bright
I thought our love
would be so beautiful
We'd turn the darkness
into light
And still my heart
is saying we were right
we were right
And if I never knew
you
If I never knew you
I'd have lived my
whole life through
Empty as the sky
Never knowing why
Lost forever
If I never knew you
Confused? Then I've done
my job! No seriously, things will begin to become clearer as the story
actually starts. At the beginning. So keep reading. And reviewing, 'cause
the more you review, the faster I write. Unless, of course, you don't want
me to write anymore, in which case, um, don't review. But then you'll never
know why Remy's in the cell, why he and Rogue have such a close relationship,
and, er, other stuff.
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