I finally got the fourth part off my cheap ass laptop. This was one version I came up with before I read the comics with Gambit in them. This was my idea on how I could bring in both Gambit and Eve. I own Eve but no Marvel people…damn! REVIEW, VOTE, WHATEVER, PLEASE?
~~~Fireblaze~~~
"Well this looks like a very lovely establishment. I mean look at it; salespeople stalking customers, customers constantly smiling over the jewels, and only three security cameras." The man who walked in with her quickly glared.
"Shh, do ya want people ta know." He shook his head sadly, "Dis woman is going to be de death of me."
"I can still hear you," she muttered as a salesclerk came up to them beaming.
"Hello, my name is Sandy. How can I help you today?"
"We're just browsing," they both answered not even making eye contact with the woman. They moved past her and started casually looking at the merchandise. "Ugh, how can people wear this stuff."
"Easy, look," he told her gesturing to a very large and very rich woman who was wearing probably over three thousand dollars on her hand alone. "See, people love doing dis to themselves."
"Yeah well, I say we just hit up the actual cash register. It's easier and no one will understand why we didn't nab the jewels." She brushed some brown hair away from her eyes as they kept looking around pretending they might actually buy something. "Now this I like," she whispered. The hot little item she found was a solid black choker with a bright red gothic looking jewel in the middle. "It's gorgeous."
"Oh yeah," her partner asked coming to her side. He put an arm around her surprising her a bit. "How bout I buy it for you non?"
"Remy what are you-" she whispered back before looking up to see another clerk on the other side of the case. "Oh," she paused, "hello!" She turned back to Remy, "But I couldn't ask you to spend that much on me."
"Would you like to try it on miss? I'm sure your," the clerk paused looking Remy up and down, "boyfriend would agree that you'd look dazzling in it." Remy almost started laughing.
"Yeah, try it on Eve." She glared at him quickly, "You'll look great!" He flashed his dazzling smile on her for a moment to seem like they were a couple. In reality, Eve never would have even talked to Remy if it weren't for the fact that she saw him pick a Rolex off a guy without even blinking.
"OK, but you know I won't let you buy it for me." She flashed the fake smile she was so used to using around people. Her and Remy had that effect on people; people thought they were a cute couple, and they kept up the act long enough to crack the safe. She slipped the choker around her neck and let Remy hook up the back as she held her hair up. She took a short glance in the small mirror on the table. "Well, it does look nice." The salesclerk's eyes lit up, but she didn't let that last for long. "I just couldn't let you buy it for me. It's too much, you couldn't afford it!" She took it off and handed it back to the clerk.
"Oh well," Remy gritted through his teeth, "I guess we'll just leave den." He grabbed her arm and pulled her along, "Let's go sweetheart." The second they left the building she started cracking up. "And what may I ask is so funny?" He let her go to put his hands on his hips.
"I'm sorry," she blurted out, "but that was classic! I couldn't help myself." She burst into another fit of laughter as he walked away to his car. "Hey wait! Don't you dare ditch me Gumbo!"
"Why not, wouldn't be de first." He hopped into the black Mustang and revved the engine, which made Eve run into it. Eve and Remy had not only a bad rap with the police, but one just as bad with each other. Remy would either hit on Eve or act like her brother. Eve on the other hand would always have to be saved by Remy before she did something stupid. Although, most of the better plans and courses of action were because of Eve. "So what you want to do before we hit de place up?"
"Sleep," she smiled, "I was the one driving us here." The two had just driven to Kentucky from Florida, and Eve was forced to drive them the entire way. She leaned back as Remy pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the motel. "On an island in the sun."
"We'll run away together," he sang back to the radio. It was a real movie moment; sun setting, good guys driving off into the sunset, and the radio playing the perfect song. "We'll never feel bad anymore."
"Hep hep," she laughed bopping along to the music.
Kentucky, Late Night-
A dark figure crawled around the building clinging to the edge of the wall. The figured waved over to the other side as it crawled closer to the doorway. Another dark figure walked up and smacked the other behind the head. "Hey! What you do that for?"
"You're being ridiculous Gumbo. They don't have cameras here remember? We checked that earlier and the first one's inside the second pair of doors." Eve walked up to the doorway and knelt down to the lock. "Hand me that little thing you use to get the doors open."
"I can open it myself," he grumbled moving her out of the way. With a flick of the wrist and a small twist the door popped open with a click. "See, dat's one of de reason's we hooked up remember?" She stuck her tongue out at his back as they started through the first set of doors closing them behind them. "Once I get de doors open, ya go in carefully and disable de first camera. Right?"
She nodded, "Easy." He clicked the doors open and held them open for her as she clung to the walls. She slowly slid to the corner where she was right underneath the camera. "Gumbo," she whispered motioning him over. He sighed and came to stand next to her. "Give me a boost up, I can't reach." He knelt down obeying and laced his hands together. She lightly set a foot on his hands getting balance, then she hopped up and slid her hand behind the camera shutting it off.
"Did you loose weight?" he asked in a hushed voice. She smacked him with her foot, "What! You feel light, dat's a good thing!" She smiled and hopped down. "Looks like we don't need ta turn off da other one. It's clear sailing from here ta de safe."
"Lead on Gambit," she said gesturing to the safe area. She hardly resorted to the nickname she had for Remy unless she was in desperate trouble or they knew that there was a tape recorder nearby. In this case she felt like saying it because this was the type of thing he did best, cracking safes. "I'll just wait right over here."
"Good," he smirked. "What was dat?" he asked in a whisper.
Eve strained her ears for a moment in the silence, "Nothing. Something outside, probably a cat." Remy nodded and went back to the safe. He slipped the business card from the jewelry store out of his trench coat pocket and gave it a small charge before slipping it in the safe. He got up and ran to join Eve as a small explosion was heard and the safe door whizzed pass. A footstep was heard from a back room.
"Now I know I heard something," Remy muttered.
"Go hide, I got this one." Eve waited until Remy backed off and hid behind one of the counters not in the line of sight from a camera. A fat old security guard came from the back room. "Shit," she cursed.
"Hello? Who's in here?" the guard asked getting nervous as he flashed his flashlight around. Eve winced and scrunched back as the light came near her foot. "Anybody?" the guard was starting to get freaked out. She waited until he had his back to her to change. She could feel her skin hardening and her wings growing in the back. Her hands changed into talons as she stood up slowly; her feet didn't make a sound as she sneaked up behind the guard.
^^Sorry pal,^^ she uttered quietly as she brought the spade end of her tail and smacked the guard in the head. He didn't even utter a noise as he crumpled to the ground. ^^I hate having to do that to people.^^
"I know, but ya didn't want ta get caught." Remy said coming back from the safe with a sack full of money. "Let's go huh chere, ya feel better when we get on de road and away from here." She couldn't actually smile, in this form she had no mouth, but he could see it in her eyes that she smiled. A siren sounded outside. "Moi due! What's dat?"
^^Cops Gumbo, let's roll!^^ They both ran out the front door and around the back to where the Mustang was waiting. The hopped into their seats and sped off as a patrol car went through the back lot. ^^Man that was fun hey Gumbo?^^
"Soon as we stop back at de motel and get ya cycle, we leaving. Where to dis time Mythaya?" They leaned back as she changed back to her human form. "Well? We haven't been ta NYC, what ya think?"
"NYC? What you want to stop at Saks Fifth Ave. or something? I don't see why not, but you're driving."
"It's a deal, NYC it is."
NYC, A Few Days Later-
The X-Jet streaked across the sky as Jean Grey, or Marvel Girl, piloted it to the scene. ^^Tell me Cyclops, what exactly is going on down there?^^
"Marvel Girl, I'll give you three guesses on who started it and the first two don't count." He was running from the cockpit to the cargo hatch waiting to jump into the whirlwind Storm was creating as they spoke.
^^You can't blame everything on the Brotherhood Cyclops.^^ She looked down through the screens of the X-Jet to see the members of the Brotherhood being backed into a corner alley by a mob. "Then again maybe you can," she muttered as she turned to take another look around.
"Let's get this show on the road Marvel Girl!" the familiar teenage voice sounded over her comm. link. She looked out the window as she banked a turn to see Iceman, or Bobby Drake, and Colossus, their friendly Russian metal mountain, sliding down a wall of ice to the scene.
"Watch it Iceman!" Cyclops ordered, "They've got firearms down there and that mob's starting to turn cars over. Be careful you three!"
"Wait a second," Jean thought, "three?" She took another glance out of the window and could see people being thrown and parted like the Red Sea. "Logan you moron." Wolverine was cutting through the mob to get to the Brotherhood.
"So how's de ride Eve?" Remy asked over the comm. link he had built into the Mustang dashboard.
"Woo hoo!" was all that came over the other end. He stole a glance in the rearview mirror to see a solid black motorcycle weaving through the crowd like a madman. "God I love this town!" Another scream reached him over the comm. link. She continued to piss off the other drivers by weaving through them, pulling ridiculous stunts, and still managing to stay behind Remy in the busy NYC streets.
Something ahead caught Remy's eye, "Hey chere you see dat?"
"Whoa! What's going on?" She could see a mass of people and police cars blocking a street. "Can you get through?"
"Not without breaking de law chere. You?"
"You know it," she smiled from inside her helmet, "I'm going in Gambit!" She gave a quick thumbs up as she sped past his car in the traffic. She didn't even phase when she whirled past the police cars and barriers. Up ahead was bothering her more; she could see a huge mob of people crowding in an alleyway but most of them were being pushed back by a few people in tight leather. "What the hell? You won't believe what's going on here Gambit!"
"Seems like a mutant rally to me chere."
"How'd you know that?" She started to work her way around to the other side of the mob where most of the firing seemed to be from.
"Because I'm walking through the mob as we speak, and don't worry too much but dere's a jet flying overhead a lot."
"What!" she didn't even bother stealing a glance because a gigantic chunk of concrete landed in front of her almost crashing her. "Shit!" She swerved around it keeping her course for the firing range. When she finally got there she stopped out of range; the place looked like World War 3. Overturned cars, people with automatic weapons, and mutants using their powers to keep the crazy mob back. She scanned to see if anyone needed help, boy she hated being right. "Gumbo I got a rescue mission on my hands, so get the hell out as fast as possible."
"What are you talking' about chere?"
"Isn't anyone going to keep me from becoming crushed ice!" Bobby screamed into the comm. All he got back was static. "Damn, I really wish I didn't go out today." He crouched down as low as possible behind the crumpled overturned car. He slid over to see around the side, but was cut off when another round of fire hit him.
"Iceman? Iceman? Can you hear me?" A faint voice fizzled over the link.
"CYCLOPS!" he hollered back. "I hear you! Help!"
"Can you hear me Bobby?"
"YES!" he waited again.
"Damn, someone get a link to Bobby!" He really hated Cyclops right then. He was about to start praying to some mutant god when he heard angry shouts and the hum of a motorcycle. ^^Oh God I hope it's not Wolverine, please no.^^ The next instant a solid black motorcycle swerved up next to him. The rider was dressed in all black with a matching helmet.
"Huh?" was the only thing he could get out of his mouth. The driver seemed annoyed and held out a helmet. "Me?" he asked. The driver nodded and pulled him on. He pulled the helmet over his head.
"Great job kid, now hold on." The voice didn't sound very masculine, but he wasn't very picky at the time. He did as instructed as the driver sped off back tot he crowd. He could feel the bullets rain down on them; he really hoped this person was on his side.