Hey again people. Um just so you kids all know, I've started writing my
sequel to gotta get away from the flame, but I'm not doin so well on it so
I won't post it for awhile. I don't know what sorta direction to take with
it. Until then, here's chapter 2 of Shadow. Enjoy!
Strong Side Of Silence- I'm sorry that you don't like Romys, but majority wins. Everyone else that reviewed wanted a Romy, but I hope you read this anyway. But if you don't want to I understand. There's always the sequel still for ggaff.
RoguesHeart- I hope you like it. I don't want ya to die. That would be irresponsible of me to not make it a Romy.
Ishandahalf- this will indeed be very angsty and moody. I love mood swings. And you don't have to pout. You win on the pairing.
crazy-me()- don't hurt me. I get afraid when people shake their fists at me. Calm down! Please!
spectra2- I hope you enjoy this. It won't be all mushy, it'll be more moody. But maybe some fluffy goodness, since we all love it sometimes.
Enchantedlight- Thanks for the review. It will indeed be Romy, since only one reviewer wanted it otherwise.
Valley Tripper- well Rogue did go to new Orleans. What are the chances that she WON'T meet Remy? She's bound to run into him....
roguewannabe29- you told Rogue that? Wow. Tell her I said hey! You probably hate me for making my other fic a Ryro. But this ones a Romy. Hurray!
(And thanks to all of the reviewers of GGAFF. You all rock hardcore!)
On with the story!
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the lonely Goth girl went to new Orleans with some clothes and CD's and all the money she had saved up for college. College just didn't seem important to her anymore.
She got an apartment using the name Marie Darkholme instead of her nickname. Rogue was the mutant's name and she had to hide that part of herself from the world. The apartment was full of weird people who always seemed to fight with the inhabitants of the apartment building across the street. It went from simple arguing to fist fights in the halls. Rogue really didn't know what to think, but she needed this place to stay since it was cheep and she didn't have anywhere else to go.
She started to make dinner one night when something banged into her door. She thought nothing of it, but it happened again only this time a man came flying through it, breaking the hinges. Another man followed after him and threw him back into the hall.
He was tall and very muscular under his light brown trench coat. He had reddish-brownish hair and his eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses. He propped the door up and looked her way.
"Desole, petite," he said. "Better have dat fixed, non?" he chuckled a little.
"Who the hell are ya?" she said, more shocked than angry.
"Je m'appelle Remy LeBeau. Tu t'appelle comment?"
"Ah'm Marie," she answered
"Enchante ma chere," he said taking her gloved hand and kissing it. She quickly pulled away. "Remy will get dat fixed for you." He pulled out a cell phone, dialed, mumbled a few French words and turned back to Rogue. "De repairman should be here soon. While he fixes it Remy will take you to dinner. And Remy don't take no for an answer."
The Cajun charmer pulled Rogue out of the building and down the street to a small restaurant. They ate mostly in silence except casual conversation.
"Why are ya wearin those sun glasses, Cajun?" Rogue asked him.
"If Remy tells ya, he'd have to kill ya," he answered with a smirk.
"Come on smart ass. Tell me." But he didn't say anything, just lowered his glasses to reveal red-on-black eyes. Beautiful demonic eyes. Rogue had to admit she liked his eyes, even though she swore to herself not to get close to him or anyone else.
"Are ya a mutant?" Rogue asked Remy.
"What would you do if Remy was?" he answered.
"Be relieved," she said, still not taking her eyes off of his.
"Oui, Remy is a mutant. And so are you."
"How did ya know?" she asked. She guessed that her hair might have been the give away.
"Because you're tryin to hide from de world. Why hide such a pretty face behind dat mask of make-up?"
"Because if Ah touch someone, Ah absorb their life. Even memories. Ah don't like getting close to people. And right now, it seems like Ah'm gettin too close ta ya. Ah better go. Goodbye." And she was out the door before Remy could say anything else to her.
Strong Side Of Silence- I'm sorry that you don't like Romys, but majority wins. Everyone else that reviewed wanted a Romy, but I hope you read this anyway. But if you don't want to I understand. There's always the sequel still for ggaff.
RoguesHeart- I hope you like it. I don't want ya to die. That would be irresponsible of me to not make it a Romy.
Ishandahalf- this will indeed be very angsty and moody. I love mood swings. And you don't have to pout. You win on the pairing.
crazy-me()- don't hurt me. I get afraid when people shake their fists at me. Calm down! Please!
spectra2- I hope you enjoy this. It won't be all mushy, it'll be more moody. But maybe some fluffy goodness, since we all love it sometimes.
Enchantedlight- Thanks for the review. It will indeed be Romy, since only one reviewer wanted it otherwise.
Valley Tripper- well Rogue did go to new Orleans. What are the chances that she WON'T meet Remy? She's bound to run into him....
roguewannabe29- you told Rogue that? Wow. Tell her I said hey! You probably hate me for making my other fic a Ryro. But this ones a Romy. Hurray!
(And thanks to all of the reviewers of GGAFF. You all rock hardcore!)
On with the story!
~~~~~~
the lonely Goth girl went to new Orleans with some clothes and CD's and all the money she had saved up for college. College just didn't seem important to her anymore.
She got an apartment using the name Marie Darkholme instead of her nickname. Rogue was the mutant's name and she had to hide that part of herself from the world. The apartment was full of weird people who always seemed to fight with the inhabitants of the apartment building across the street. It went from simple arguing to fist fights in the halls. Rogue really didn't know what to think, but she needed this place to stay since it was cheep and she didn't have anywhere else to go.
She started to make dinner one night when something banged into her door. She thought nothing of it, but it happened again only this time a man came flying through it, breaking the hinges. Another man followed after him and threw him back into the hall.
He was tall and very muscular under his light brown trench coat. He had reddish-brownish hair and his eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses. He propped the door up and looked her way.
"Desole, petite," he said. "Better have dat fixed, non?" he chuckled a little.
"Who the hell are ya?" she said, more shocked than angry.
"Je m'appelle Remy LeBeau. Tu t'appelle comment?"
"Ah'm Marie," she answered
"Enchante ma chere," he said taking her gloved hand and kissing it. She quickly pulled away. "Remy will get dat fixed for you." He pulled out a cell phone, dialed, mumbled a few French words and turned back to Rogue. "De repairman should be here soon. While he fixes it Remy will take you to dinner. And Remy don't take no for an answer."
The Cajun charmer pulled Rogue out of the building and down the street to a small restaurant. They ate mostly in silence except casual conversation.
"Why are ya wearin those sun glasses, Cajun?" Rogue asked him.
"If Remy tells ya, he'd have to kill ya," he answered with a smirk.
"Come on smart ass. Tell me." But he didn't say anything, just lowered his glasses to reveal red-on-black eyes. Beautiful demonic eyes. Rogue had to admit she liked his eyes, even though she swore to herself not to get close to him or anyone else.
"Are ya a mutant?" Rogue asked Remy.
"What would you do if Remy was?" he answered.
"Be relieved," she said, still not taking her eyes off of his.
"Oui, Remy is a mutant. And so are you."
"How did ya know?" she asked. She guessed that her hair might have been the give away.
"Because you're tryin to hide from de world. Why hide such a pretty face behind dat mask of make-up?"
"Because if Ah touch someone, Ah absorb their life. Even memories. Ah don't like getting close to people. And right now, it seems like Ah'm gettin too close ta ya. Ah better go. Goodbye." And she was out the door before Remy could say anything else to her.