Wow! This is my most popular story yet. Go figure, I didn't think it'd be that popular.

Disclaimer: Repetition doesn't change anything, but I'll say it again. I don't own.

Summary: "I'm the bad guy. I don't save the day, I don't fly off into the sunset and I don't get the girl!" The X-Men have it all: Professor X's mysterious source of cash, a guaranteed win just to teach fans to be good and immortality because Marvel wants to make more money. Not so the Acolytes…

If you are a fan of the Acolytes…if you swoon for Gambit, cheer for Colossus and laugh at Pyro…this is not the story for you. Character death.

And the title of this chapter rhymes! Chapter 2/Remy Le Beau, Chapter 2/Remy Le Beau, Chapter 2/Remy Le Beau…

And a question…about the third chapter. Yes, I'm taking advice. How will Pyro die: hero, or villain? (Dun dun dun…)

I apologize in advance for the shortness.


Chapter 2: Remy Le Beau


"Please! NO!" Remy followed the sounds of the scuffle down a dark alleyway. He slipped through the shadows like a ghost…or a demon. Stepping into one of the cities many abandoned warehouses; he continued his journey to find the source of the screams. Finally, he stepped into a larger, well-lit room.

Cowering in the middle of the room was a mutant. That much was obvious from his green skin. Of course, Remy thought dryly, he could just use old soap. Surrounding the mutant was a group of rough looking men, not exactly the kind Remy liked to socialize with. At a word from the leader, the men continued to assault the defenseless mutant. Remy may not be the man with the morals, but he hated to see mutants abused like that. Stepping out of the shadows, he took out his cards, fanning them out discreetly behind his back as he charged them.

"I'm sorry, mon amis, did I miss my invitation to this party?" the ruffians looked up from their "work."

"Stay out of this, Cajun. It ain't none of your business," one of them snarled.

"Oh I think it is," Remy smirked, knocking off his glasses. The group gave a collective gasp at his red and black eyes.

"He's a mutant!" The leader glared at Remy. "KILL HIM!" Remy suddenly reached from behind his back and flung the entire handful of cards at the mutant haters. They scattered as a small explosion rocked the building. They charged him again, but Remy casually flipped charged cards at them, chuckling as they jumped back. Suddenly, a creaking and groaning could be heard over the explosions. The mutant haters didn't seem to notice, but one looked up warily. Remy knew what it was. But he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Garçon! Get out of here!" Remy yelled at the boy then threw another handful of cards at his attackers. One card flew past them all, landing on one of the building's supports. Is the kid gone? Remy thought, and then the building collapsed.


Sorry 'bout the short chapter, it was not my best work. Anyway, R&R and eat more bacon!

(Garcon means boy/kid/child)