Note: sorry if you got confused, THIS is the sequel to La Fille, NOT Le Garcon Du Futur, that was a mistake....sorry! And for new readers who have no idea what I am talking about . . . go back and read ReBorn and La Fille! (

T.- sorry for the confusion! Fleur- well I already explained it to you! haha

Gabrielle is Fleurdelys, for more on her read "Through Time" (it kicks ass!) though in this story she does not have the same history as she does in Through Time, I am merely using the name . . . the attitude . . . a tweaked version of her mutant abilities . . . and her appearance!

This is the first story of Sinister's new Mauraders . . . and believe me, they are just as frightening as the originals!

READ! READ! READ! The next chapter will be up tomorrow night!!!!!!!!! And god dammit REVIEW!

And YES I expect to title all these stories in French . . . dammit it just SOUNDS BETTER!

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L'homme de la mort (The man of Death)

Part 1.

Eyes like Death

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"Remind me never to date your friends again." Aimée LeBeau hissed into the phone as she walked down the street, her high heels smacking the concrete angrily with every step, "Not only the fact that he was TWICE my age, no, that I could live with, it was the breath! The horrible breath! What was he gargling with? Fish guts? Where did you find this guy?" She had just escaped quite possibly the worst date of her life.

"What? Oh come on G, I'm not THAT desperate!" Aimée hastily clicked the off button on her cell, sometimes her friends were impossible to deal with! It was a cool night in NYC, and after her narrow escape through the bathroom window, Aimée decided to take the long way home. The city streets were oddly quiet as she made her way down Broadway. Aimée had no idea how she was getting home; all she knew was that she needed some time alone. Some time to just, clear her head. It had been 3 months since Rogue and Gambits wedding. The wedding had been beautiful, and with the time Rogue had invested in it, it ought to have been! Aimée's phone began buzzing loudly.

"Jesus Christ, leave me alone!" She groaned, reaching for it in her purse.
'Home Calling'

The letters flashed across the screen and Aimée groaned again, she did NOT feel like a curfew lecture right then.

"Hey mama, I know I'm late, but I had a really bad night, and its not like I didn't ask papa if I could have extended curfew!"

"No, no, sweetie calm down this has nothin' ta' do with curfew!" "Then what's up?"

"Oh, its just so wonderful, Ah can't believe it! Ah, ah, oh Aimée ah'm gonna have anotha'h baby!"

Aimée's draw dropped to the ground, another baby? This shouldn't have surprised her, her mother wasn't exactly reaching menopause soon, and with the moderation chamber Xavier gave them for the wedding present . . . But Aimée was still shocked, another baby? A sibling? Her!? "Oh that's great! I'm so happy for you!"

"Here ah'm gonna put Remy on." "P'tit? Y'dere?"

"Yes I'm here you dog you! Jesus, it hasn't even been a year since the wedding!"

"Well we had a lot o' time t' t'ink 'bout it"

"Yeah, yeah, well you realize that this is no easy task."

"Don'worry chere, I am fully trained in de art o' diaper changin'"

"Hahaha, I just couldn't be happier for the two of you!"

"Not jus' us, chere, you to! We really gon' be a family now." "I ju- . . ." The scream rang out loud into the night, and her cell phone crashed against the cement. Her high heels skidded on the slushy alleyway, but Aimée continued running at a top speed. The screaming continued, and Aimée slid into an brick wall as she rounded the corner, her eyes widening in horror at the sight. A man, or at least she thought it was a man, was standing over a motionless body . . . and he was 'drinking', drinking the person . . . silvery whisps floated outward from the body, and the creature sucked them up quickly. He had began stooped, his back hunched and his hands as boney claws, but as he drank . . . He grew taller, his spine straightened, his hands turned warm and human like.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Aimée wasn't scared, she had learned long ago not to step down in the face of danger. The man spun around, his face still masked by a large cloak. The only feature she could make out in the moonlight being his eyes, a slate gray, cold and empty . . . eyes like death. She was rooted to the spot, and his white teeth flashed into a smile as he raced down the street. The body still lay motionless.

"Oh my god, hello? Hello are you alright?" She tried to revive her, but Aimée was too late . . . the woman was already dead. She slowly walked to a payphone nearby, and dialed 911.

"Hello? Operator? I'd like to report a murder, 57th and Broadway, please hurry -click-"

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"Oh Aimée! Thank the goddess you scared us half to death!" Ororro greeted her with a tight hug as she stumbled in through the door.

"Are ye'h allright, kid?" Logan asked, noticing her glazed eyes and weary stance.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry if I worried you, my cellphone died . . . night." Mumbling, she made her way up the stairs, leaving Logan and Ororro staring after her.

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"Chere?" Aimée heard a soft knock on her door, "Can I come in?"

"Sure" She muttered, muting her stereo and opening the door. Gambit slowly entered her bedroom, his eyes a little wary, but definitely relieved. "Ah smelled smoke."

"Incense papa, I'm not getting high."

"Ah kno'," Sitting on her bed Remy reached for her sketchbook, "pretty scary picture y'got here." He muttered, noting the scratchy creature she had sketched.

"I saw it in the alleyway tonight, I saw it kill a woman. I tried to help but . . . It was sickening" she sat next to him, allowing Remy to take her into his arms, "I called the police, but she was already dead."

"Ah don' kno' what t'say, Did y'kno' dis woman?"

"Non, it was just strange, I never saw anything like that."

Remy squeezed her tight, he didn't know what to tell her, what to make her feel better, so he did what any guy does in a bad situation.

"sniff, sniff, Aimée? Please don' tell me'h y'were out wit a yankee t'night." Aimée smiled and just hugged him harder, he always knew how to make her feel better.

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Aimée woke with a headache, silently praying that the previous night's events were only a dream. Stumbeling into the bathroom, she made her way to the sink. Her reflection stared angrily back at her. Mornings are usually torture to any teen, but this morning was like the black plague and the inquistion all rolled into one. Her first task, eradicating the headache, and in reaching towards her tangeled bun, she realized the culprit. "Aiyeeeeee!!!"

If Aimée was a telepath she would have sent the message out to everyone, NEVER under ANY circumstances, go to bed with a rubber band in your hair. Rubber bands are a no no to begin with, but mix that fashion faux pas with a feather pillow and a restless night? Ouch. Aimée was halfway through chopping it out of her auburn mane, when the door flew open.

"What?! What is it!? I heard screamin'!" Aimée turned, the dark circles underneath her eyes illuminated by the fluorescent bathroom light, "Ahh!" Remy's face droped in horror as he fell backwards. Growling, she beat him out of her room with he hairbrush.

"Teach you to leave a girl alone in the morning!" She shouted, slamming the door and shaking out her hair. "I was jus' comin' in t'let y'know, dat Xavier wants us all in his office in 5 minutes." She swung the door back open.

"All of us?"

"Yeah!" "Yes!" Aimée jumped into his arms, smiling from ear to ear. This would be the first time she was included in an official X-Men team meeting. Being a student, she hadn't officially graduated to the team yet.

"De professor said dat b'cause o' ye'h performance dat night wit Sinister. I'm real proud o' you, p'tit"

"Thanks papa, I'll be down in a few moments."

After shutting the door, a lot more nicely this time, Aimée hoped on her bed, squealing in delight. Yes! She was finally an X-man! Or at least on a training basis, but a member of the team nevertheless . . . it was good to know that night was good for something!

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"X-men, I have news of the utmost importance," Professor Xavier stated, his eyebrows firmly knitted together, "The mutant villain Mr. Sinister is at it again."

"What?" Aimée yelled from her seat, "I though we got him!" Rogue put her hand on her daughter's knee to silence her, she still had much to learn. Scott shifted his focus towards her.

"You can't just 'get' Sinister, he's immortal, the man is a machine, its not that simple."

"Are y'callin' de last time we dealt wit him simple!?" Gambit snarled, jumping up suddenly, causing his chair to richochette backwards into the wall.

"No one said that Gambit," Jean interjected. "Well it sure sounded like they did! We almost lost our lives back there, and ah'd appreaciate it if ya'll didn't take things like that lightly!"

"X-Men, please, return to your seats. I'm afraid, Rogue, that it happens so often, we are forced to take it lightly. If we didn't the fear would crush us, now please," Xavier silenced the room with the urgency in his voice, "WE must get back to the matter at hand, an innocent woman is at risk."

"What's going on Professor?" "Mr. Sinister wishes to capture a young mutant named, Gabrielle, her mother came to me in the past for help, she is a time turner. The strain had a very strange effect on her when she was a child, but I say with pride now, that our team was able to change that. Gabrielle is now 22 and studying at Vassar. I don't wish her to have anymore unpleasantries. You understand how dangerous a time turning mutant would be in the hands of Mr. Sinister, which is why we must find her a protect her."

"I didn't know Sinister could stoop any lower. It's despicable! To kidnap innocent people and exploit them for your own personal usage." "Sir?" Rogue asked in an uneasy tone, "Ah have a feelin' . . . Are you keepin' somethin' from us?" His eyes nervously traveled from hers to Gambit, who had kicked his feet up on the table, fuming at the thought of Sinister. The rest of the Xmen followed the professor's gaze.

"What?"

"Gambit, he wishes to institute a new team of Mauraders." -----------Aimée glanced around the room confused, "What? What's going on? What the heck's a Maurader? Papa?" But he did not respond, his eyes merely shifted to a dangerous shade.

~!!! Don't worry, it will all make sense soon!

--Foo