Remy scowled, glaring at the windows as the train pulled out of the station, slowly
picking up speed. He still couldn't believe that he was being sent off to who- knew- where
without so much as an apology. He'd made it clear that he didn't want to go, that he didn't want
to be a mutant. But Jean- Luc had put his foot down. So off Remy went to be "trained." Trained
for what? He wasn't a dog.
Morosely, the youth sat back, shuffling the deck of cards Henri had given him as a
parting gift. His ribs still ached from the bear hug Tante Mattie had given him. And he'd had to
prevent Emil from trying to climb into his suitcase.
His hands burned suddenly, and Remy reflexively clenched them, watching the card he
held glow pink and start to burn. When it got too close to his fingers, he dropped it, and was
rewarded with a small bang and puff of smoke. He knew better than to let it finish in his hands
now; he still had a scar from the last time he'd accidentally done that. Resigning himself to not
touching anything for the next few hours, Remy sighed. It was going to be a long ride to
Xavier's.
A/N:
Did I do Remy right? Let me know.
Also, thanks to Strawberry MnM for inspiring me to do this