Okay, I have decided to start a new X-Men story. After many attempts, this came into my head. It's set after the X-Men Origins movie (With Taylor Kitsch as Gambit), but most of the characters won't show up until later. Also, Jikken is Japanese for Experiment. I am not the best at writing Gambit's accent, so if you have any ideas, tell me. Please.
Jikken stared into the darkness that was her prison. Icy chills pulled her into their embrace, freezing bones and chilling what blood she had left. Soft beeps echoed from the machines surrounding her metallic bed, but none of the soothing sounds lulled her into an endless sleep. Demanding voices bellowed throughout her ears, but she ignored them. They always talked about her, and she knew their plans wouldn't be so comforting.
Sighing, Jikken slipped off of the table, a vacant look in her silver eyes. Bare feet pressed against the moldy tiles, and fingertips tickled the door's hinges. The golden metal fell into a shiny puddle at her feet as the fire in her palm disappeared. Stepping into the narrow hallway, Jikken turned to face the bulky guard sleeping outside of her room. His meaty face shifted in colors, but her soft touch didn't wake him. Clear ice drifted across the guard's mouth, blocking his scream.
Jikken's pale cheeks flushed as she made her way down the hallway. No one was alerted of the escape, and no one noticed how not a single camera seemed to catch anything. Her fingers danced across the metallic walls, leaving behind an icy trail. Air whipped through her jet black hair, and each step left a deep indention in the ground.
"Hey! Whatcha doin' up, sweetheart?" A lanky guard jumped up from his spot behind the front desk, his eyes wide with fear and shock. His rounded the desk and took the girl's thin shoulders into his weak grasp. Jikken stopped, her eyes watching the ground. She swayed back-and-forth, a dazed look masking her gaunt face.
"Gotta...find...find what?" She mumbled beneath her breath as the thoughts escaped her mind. Stringy strands of her black hair tickled her nose and flushed cheeks. "Find...something. No! Someone...maybe."
The lanky guard turned Jikken around, but they didn't get two feet away when she swung her fist into his chest. The breath left his thin body, and she scowled as the guard fell to his knees. He clutched his chest, but the breath never returned.
Jikken sprinted away from the desk, her legs burning with pain, but that didn't stop her. A blast of air forced every door open, and the ones that didn't were melted into a shiny puddle. Guards were pinned against the walls, handcuffs made from metal keeping them still. After what felt like an eternity, Jikken stumbled into the forest that surrounded the building.
The diner was blinding when Jikken stepped inside. None of the scarce amount of customers seemed to notice the young girl. They didn't notice how emaciated she was or the fact that blood was staining her gown. Jikken fell into the booth, her eyes cast down. Heels clicked against the tile floor, and her head overflowed with thoughts of the lab. Her silver eyes drifted toward the voluptuous waitress standing at the end of her booth.
"What can ol' Elaine get for ya, sugah?" Elaine asked, her face beaming with glee. She was young, barely 25, and definitely a sight. Chocolate brown curls framed her gentle face and ocean blue eyes stared down upon Jikken, who was silent as always. The waitress's bright red lips curled into a soft smile as she pulled a notepad from her apron pocket.
Jikken remained mute. Her thin fingers hit the edge of the table, but no sound was made. Cool air drifted across her bare legs, sending a chill down the girl's spine.
"You ain't much of a talker, are ya?" Elaine asked. When she didn't answer, Elaine spoke. "Well, sugah. How 'bout I get ya a stack of our homemade, blueberry pancakes?" Her sweet-as-sugar voice danced through Jikken's ears, and her weak heart fluttered. Elaine walked off, her curls bouncing along with the 80's music blasting throughout the diner.
Jikken went back to staring at the table top. A bell sang, signaling that another customer had arrived.
"Take a seat anywhere, honey!" Another waitress bellowed from behind the counter. Jikken closed her eyes as a strong cologne mixed in with the sweeter smells. Suddenly, the customer fell into the booth diagonal from the young girl. Her silver eyes lifted past the dark curtain covering her gaunt face.
The man across from her flashed a lopsided smirk as he noticed her staring. His crimson eyes glistened like stars, and his soft brown hair tickled his shoulders. The stubble lining his jaw shifted as his grin expanded even more. He pulled out a deck of cars and began to line them up.
Elaine returned, a pearly-white mug in her hand. "Hey, Rems. How ya been? Keepin' the girl company?" She teased. The mug clinked as it hit the table top.
"Bonjour, mon ami. Remy's been doin' fine." Remy tilted his chin back and sighed. "And Remy ain't sure about the petite."
Elaine giggled as a younger, male waiter stumbled towards him. He nearly dropped the tray but ended up balancing it before the stack of pancakes hit the tile floor. Heat crept up to his ears before he sprinted into the back of the diner.
"Poor, boy. Now, sugah, are you gonna tell me ya name?" Elaine asked, her voice kind yet curious. Remy and Elaine leaned forward, waiting. Silence waded through the air until Jikken opened her mouth.
"I-I don't know. They always c-called me J-Jikken," She croaked. Her cheeks flushed scarlet red.
"Well, I don't the slightest idea of what that means, but I can tell ya don't like the name," Elaine said as she placed her hands on her wide hips. "How 'bout we call ya...Vivi?"
Remy leaned back in his seat, his head tilted slightly. "Vivi? Well, a little color may brighten the petite up." He folded his arms across his chest and smirked.
Jikken-or as she was now-Vivi shifted in her seat. The blush on her face deepened in color as Elaine nodded. She drifted back to her spot, leaving the young girl to her pancakes.
Vivi tucked her knees beneath her chin and watched as Remy placed the deck of cards back into his tan trench coat. His crimson eyes darted around before stopping on her curious face. Blushing, Vivi's eyes fell to the ground. Elaine sauntered over to the booth, her zebra print purse in her tight grasp.
"Hey, sugah. Ready to go?" She asked the young girl. Vivi turned her attention on the waitress, shock oozing from her eyes. "Oh! I want ya to live with me. From the looks of it, you ain't got nowhere to go. I thought I'd be nice and give ya a place to stay."
Remy pushed himself out of the booth, took Vivi's shaking hand, and led her toward the diner doors. "C'mon, chere. Elaine's not gonna hurt ya," He whispered into her ear. She nodded in response as the three of them stepped outside.
Rain pelted the ground, and nightime wind nipped at their faces. Elaine shivered as she ripped open her car door. Remy followed but stopped when he realized Vivi was no longer behind him. She stood a great deal away, her eyes watching the stars. Her silver orbs shifted in color, and, soon, they were as blue as the ocean. The rain softened into a soft tickle of water on bare skin.
"How'd she do that?" Elaine asked her shocked companion. Shaking his head, Remy pulled Vivi's arm and helped her into the waitress's car. Within seconds, the young girl was fast asleep, and Elaine found herself in the driver's seat.
"Take care of her, Elaine," Remy demanded. His crimson eyes weren't as amused as they were before. He looked somewhat terrifying with the moonlight resting upon one side of his rugged face. "Please."
Elaine gave a slow nod, and without asking any questions, sped away from the diner. Remy adjusted his trench coat and turned his head toward the motorcycle parked down the block. A muscular man was leaning against it, watching the previous exchange. Both made eye contact before Remy drifted into the shadows of a nearby building.