Disclaimers: Do people like actually read this? And if they do are you seriously gonna sure me? I have no money to give you.
A/N: I'm taking French this year and I've been dying to show off a bit, right, And Gambit offered the perfect outlet. So just something about French pronunciation: 'H' is never pronounced, so Catherine is pronounced Katrine.
Chapter One
A dark and stormy night or rather it was promising to be. Off in the distance thunder boomed, rolling in closer and closer like waves on the beach but not yet breaking. The air hung thick and pregnant, stifling enough to quench a man's thirst, and jagged forks of lightning periodically broke up the hazy grayness of dusk. A breeze heavy with the smell of rain blustered across the ocean kicking up sand and dust and swirling around the tail of a dark trench coat.
Gambit looked at the angry sky and the bay waves crashed heavily against the sands an angry gray color. Summer storms were not uncommon in the mid Atlantic. Only in drought years did summer go more than two weeks without one of those storms breaking. They were furious, but generally short lived. Although, storms had been known to get stacked one right on top of each other and then might last for hours and this always some how to happen at night and all but the heaviest sleepers would be roused and be forced to listen to booms, the patter of rain, and the crack of lightning for hours on end. It made Gambit miss the south sometimes.
Gambit glanced at his watch. She was late, how typical. After Magneto had vanished, Gambit realized that he didn't want to be caught in the middle of all the mutant madness. He was sick of it. He'd left, only to be dragged back in when his father had decided to get himself kidnapped. Then he vowed to return to mercenary status. Permanently. It hadn't taken long before someone had hired him again. Unfortunately he didn't like the guy even though he'd never met him directly instead always using contacts and messages. But that was what made Gambit wary, more than usual at any rate.
"'There's a strange foreboding in the sea, that crashes hard upon our hearts and wakens memories of shipwrecked dreams," someone quoted. Gambit faced the voice, a smirk spreading across his lips.
"Catherine," He addressed the girl then asked. "Frost?"
"Nope, Eileen Lynch," she said shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. "Getting nasty out here." She dug her Converse covered heels into the sand and stood on her toes. "Anyway, you called, mon ami?"
"Oui. Client, don' trust him."
"Rem, when someone hires you, you shouldn't trust them," Cat laughed pulling out a notebook from her notebook. Gambit began describing the man as best he could taking notes quickly.
"All righty," Cat closed the book and held out a hand for her money. Gambit dropped a handful of crumpled bills into her hands. She straightened them out and counted them. "Thanks, Gambit." She shoved the bills into her pocket. "Get back to you as soon as I got something." She turned and walked away, long black braid swinging like a pendulum. Her green eyes were narrowed slightly as she walked. "Essex . . .Essex . . .hmm," She mused. At least, Remy had found a name for her.
Remy watched her go over the sand dunes and sighed turned going to the opposite side of the beach. He brushed a brown hair from out of his eyes sliding glasses up his nose. He straddled his bike and slid the key into the ignition. As much as the key turned on the engine it turned on the sky, and a pelting torrent of rain lashed against the ground with stinging icy intentions. He cursed loudly in French and gunned the engine. It was a long ride back to the Acolyte base. Gambit rode slowly as the sky steadily darkened and the rain decreased visibility drastically, dangerous. Creeping along slowly, painfully along the road, Gambit squinted hard through the pouring rain. His eyes gave him some sort of edge in the dark, windy road, but they barely helped with the rain.
And then there was thickening thunk and Gambit winced and pulled his bike over to the side of the road. A woman was lying in the road. Still alive amazingly enough, but unconscious. Looking at the way, she lay sprawled on the ground Gambit figured she's fallen, but from where? He glanced around and saw the broken branches of trees overhead that could match the scratches on her face and hands. He even saw a piece of fabric that would match the piece missing from her shirttail.
He picked her up and saw much to his surprise a body shaped dent on the ground. She was a mutant. As he crouched over her, she suddenly awoke. Her eyes bugging out and looking as hyped up like the drug revival scene from Pulp Fiction. She gasped for breath and Gambit leapt back surprised. For a few moments, she sucked in breath, not noticing Gambit or anything else. Finally suitably calm, she turned to him, blue eyes wide.
End o' Chapter one
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