New Life
By: Marina StormFire
X-Men: Evolution
Disclaimer: Look back at Chapter 1 for the official disclaimer for this story. I'm not repeating again.
Thoughts or dream sequence, flashbacks, or mindscape-speech
"regular speech"
/thoughts in a dream sequence/
Chapter 2: The Truth about Family
Remy LeBeau lay awake in the early hours of the morning, staring at the white of his ceiling… wondering how Rogue was doing, and how she would answer his questions. And truthfully, there were so many questions that needed answering. Questions that maybe, even the x-men, didn't know… (at all) about her. As he closed his eyes, his thoughts went out to her, when they first met at the shipyard by the ocean… when he first caught sight of her beautiful emerald eyes… and Dieu what a figure she had, scratch that, STILL had.
Closing his eyes, he groaned. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and there was no way he was going to get ANY sleep at all. He wondered where this 'safehouse' was and if her associates meant it when they said that he wouldn't have to find them, and that they'd find him instead, when Rogue woke.
Getting up, he walked over to his balcony that overlooked the courtyard below, and looked up at the dawning sky of blues, purples, pinks, and yellows, each color brightening with every passing moment. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face up to the semi-warmth of the sunlight that was just coming up over the horizon. His mind wandered back to Rogue… and wondered what she'd look like in the light of the early morning. He roughly shook his head and wandered back to the relative safety of his own room, walking back over to his bed, he tried going back to sleep… which eventually overcame him and he in which he dreamt of nothing… and yet of everything—with Rogue. Groaning, he got up once more and went to his private bathroom to see if a shower would do him some good.
15 minutes later, he came out with a towel around his waist and wandered over to his dresser for clean boxers, jeans, and t-shirt. Quickly dressing, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and headed back out to his balcony again. And once more, he wondered previous questions and then some. He hoped to get answers soon.
/With Rogue/
Looking around, Rogue saw Buddha asleep in the armchair across from her and found that a lap-blanket had been draped over her as she slept. She felt lightheaded, but somehow, when she thought about it, she could –somehow- distinguish her own memories from those that she'd absorbed in the past. She closed her eyes… and thought back to her earliest memories… of playing in the river with her mother nearby to watch over her; picnics with her family on the shores of the Great Mississippi River, watching the riverboats pass by- always waving at the passengers; and exploring the bayou in their own backyard with Damien, his twin brother- Tyler, and Zoey.
What she wouldn't give to see their faces again… her older siblings. She remembered what her mother's face looked like, vividly: Long strawberry-auburn hair that reached to her lithe figure's waist; hazel-blue eyes that were sometimes as blue as the sky on a bright sunny day and sometimes as thunderously cloudy when she was angry; she had a swimmer's athletic build, even after being pregnant 3 times, her mother had a beautiful smile that would make even the darkest night fade away to the brightness of daylight.
Her older twin brothers- Damien and Tyler… too much alike with very little differences to tell them apart. With a scar running right through his left eyebrow, Tyler always said that it added a devilish charm to him. Both of them were tall for the age of 10 before they were separated to live with other relatives, with blue-green eyes that sparked with mischief, and dark chocolate colored hair that was always untamed. Both seemed to live for the moment, the adventure, and the trouble that always seemed to follow in their wake... which reminded her of a certain someone.
And her older sister, Zoey- always caring and always empathetic, she shared her own green eyes... but were more like peridots than emeralds, sharing their older brother's dark hair color, and somewhat short stature; she had always been someone that Rogue could always turn to, whenever she was troubled or just needed some sisterly advice.
Opening her green eyes once more, she quietly moved the lap-blanket off and got herself up from the sofa, of which she had slept on, and went toward the direction she knew the kitchen would be in to get some coffee—if there was any to be had. If there wasn't, she'd just make some up.
She groaned when there wasn't any made up and got down to the business of getting coffee made up and then went to make up some breakfast, making as little noise as possible, even though she knew that Buddha was a very heavy sleeper, there was no counting anyone else out. For this safehouse in particular, belonged to her foster family.
Soon, she had made up scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes for breakfast and was setting the breakfast table... and not a moment too soon, for as soon as she had the breakfast dishes set on the table, she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Probably following their noses to the breakfast table; the first ones down the stairs was an olive-skinned older boy about 19, with dirty blonde untamed hair, and –at the moment, sleepy blue eyes, which opened with surprise when they caught sight of her doing up the dishes that she used to make breakfast.
Four other sets of eyes widened in surprise; an older man with dark hair in the same untamed style as the boy's and was wearing a dark blue bathrobe. The other three that entered were women following the older man and younger boy, the oldest of them had dirty blonde hair that was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her bangs fly-away, and was a sign that she was the teen boy's mother. The older girl looked about 18 with tanned skin and an Asian face, her black hair tightly French braided, her blue eyes sparkling with hidden mischief and curiosity. The youngest of them was about 14 or 15 years old with dark hair and blue eyes that were sleepy and slightly surprised at the newcomer in the kitchen.
Rogue smiled at the family slightly. "Mornin'." She said, as she poured herself a cup of coffee and put in some cream and sugar. The older boy blinked several times before he finally rubbed them and focused on her again. "Anna? Y're really here?" he asked, bewildered. He hadn't been awake when she'd been brought in… and apparently, the others didn't know when she'd been brought in either.
"Hello t' y' too, Caine." She said teasingly, as she leaned against the counter and took a sip of her coffee.
Caine gave out a shout of joy and rushed her, just as Rogue set her coffee-cup down, and let Caine wrap her in a big hug, lifting her off her feet, but careful not to let her skin touch his. Rogue laughed. She never thought she'd see this family again.
The older man put his arm around the older woman, who looked to be on the verge of tears, as Caine spun Rogue around before setting her down. They both watched the older teen girl approach Rogue and embrace her like a long lost sister, as she exclaimed, "I can't believe you're really back!"
Rogue pulled back, to look up slightly at the older girl only a year older than herself. "I's good t' see ya too, Zeph." Rogue replied, backing up slightly, and turned her emerald gaze to the younger teen, as said girl took a cautious step forward, wary. Rogue looked carefully at the younger girl. The last time Rogue had seen her was when she had dropped the girl off at a nearby preschool before heading on to the elementary school… it was the day that Mystique had taken her away.
"Kyra… Lands, how ya grew up." Rogue whispered, just loud enough that the younger girl threw off all caution and her face brightened and she smiled widely, throwing her pajama-covered arms around Rogue's neck, crying "sissy" all the while, as Rogue wrapped her younger foster sister into a tight hug, careful not to touch her skin. After a while, Kyra finally got hold of herself and stepped back, wiping tears from her face, and after giving one last sniffle, she said simply- her voice cracking, "Y're home."
Rogue looked at the younger girl, and smiled sadly. "Yeah… ah'm home… f'r now." She said, as she watched the expression on Kyra's face go from happy to disappointed. "Y're goin' 'way ag'in?" the girl asked, looking like she was going to cry all over again. Rogue shook her head. "There's a reason ah came back, Kyra. But if ah DO go away, i's not gonna beh a permanent stay-away. Ah'll come back now an' then… check in wit' ev'rybody. How's tha' sound?"
Kyra seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. "Havin' ya visit 's bett'r 'n not havin' ya 'round at a'. I's okay bah meh." She smiled again, and went to her place at the table and waited for everyone to be seated.
Rogue chuckled, and faced her foster parents. Mason and Kyla Payton… she owed them so much for taking her in nearly a decade ago. The older woman—Kyla, stepped away from her husband's hold and tentatively reached out to touch Rogue's cheek with her bare fingers. Rogue wasn't sure why she wasn't moving away from her foster mother… it was like something deep inside of her was waiting to be set free from the cage it was in. what it was, Rogue wasn't sure, but whatever it was, was sure to help her change her life.
Closing her deep emerald-green eyes, Rouge waited for those fingers to touch her cheek… uncertain as she was, she also anticipated what the touch would feel like after all these years. Cool fingers finally touched her cheek. When her powers didn't act up, tears welled in the goth girl's eyes. She opened her eyes and the tears now streamed down her cheeks.
Kyla knew how much this meant to little Anna… to be able to finally touch once more. The older woman gathered Anna into her arms and let her cry, even as the girl held onto her as if for dear life, letting loose all her pent up fears and emotions.
The older man—Mason, watched his wife comfort Anna. The little girl he remembered having taught her how to fix and hotwire any vehicle and many other useful tricks that she may need to know to get by as an underground informant. That little girl came back to them nearly a full-grown woman, and he was glad… for two reasons.
One was because his family was happy and two was because he'd caught a sinister rumour on the proverbial grapevine that he needed to let her know. This rumour was supported by Foresight's visions… and they were never wrong. And though it would take some time to look into, it would take a lot of guts to go looking into something that could potentially kill you if you were found out. And as far as he knew- if Anna's training still held, she could potentially be the best one for this particular mission.
Smiling softly, he concentrated on the present and pushed back anything remotely unsavory- saving it for a later date. "Welcome back, Anna." He said, as Kyla released the young teenage goth, who'd just managed to calm herself down and wipe her tears from her face. She smiled at her foster father. "Ah'm back, Mace."
He nodded to her and gave her a quick hug and kissed her forehead before releasing her. "C'mon then, Short stuff. 'M hungry an' could eat 'nough fo' an army." He said teasingly. Rogue… no, ANNA, laughed, and went to take her seat at the dining table, only now noticing Buddha already seated and giving her that knowing look that said he already knew that this was already rapidly changing her entire outlook on life… changing her perspective on everything and everyone around her.
Anna suspected that they had been keeping tabs on her for a while—when they found her that is. When that was she wasn't sure, but she'd find out soon enough. But concentrated on her foster family and her breakfast; It was these people that had truly saved her life—NOT Mystique. Shoving away thoughts of the shapeshifter, she told them of the life she had built for herself in New York with the X-Men. And how up until now, she had felt wanted and cared for… but soon turned to fear and everyone seemingly to keep away from her or smothering her with concern. She told them how she had felt like a danger around them and a liability… and that because of her, Apocalypse had been set free. The X-Men no longer wanted her around where she'd endanger so many other mutant lives and had felt betrayed by those, who she had at one time, felt like they were the only ones to care about her as a person and not as some kind of weapon against others… and those that she had at one time called friends.
She answered all their questions about the X-Men; instructors and students alike; her first impressions of them when they first met, and what each of them was like as she got to know them.
In return, Mace and Kyla filled her in on the happenings over the years… going from the latest gossips on the streets which came from street gangs and other informants to the missions that had been accomplished to the latest news around the world from other contacts. Afterwards, there was silence as they ate their breakfast, until Buddha finally spoke after a long uncomfortable silence. "Anna, at t'is particular momen' in time, I don't think anyone c'n blame ya fo' y'r current state of mind. Ya blamin' yaself fo' somethin' t'at wasn't ya fault. Y've been used and t'rown away like yesterday's garbage so many times, it don't surprise me or doubtless, anyone else, t'at y've held off trustin' anyone anymore."
Anna felt like she was going to break down and cry right there. From the very first day that she'd met these people, they had accepted her among them. And even after her powers had manifested, they didn't shy away from her out of fear, but they didn't let her forget how to enjoy the simple touches… even though it couldn't be skin-to-skin contact. They refused to keep her at arm's-length… always hugging her, tugging at her shirt-sleeves, or even daring to go so far as to kiss her forehead good-night; they made her feel like she had a family right there. She could relax among them and be herself… and now that she could touch after so long… she could finally reciprocate those same familial feelings.
Swallowing passed the lump in her throat, she smiled at these people that were like her family after she'd left her own nearly a decade before. Later, when she was rested—she would have a message hand delivered to the Institute to let them know that she was alright and that when the time came to face Apocalypse, if ever, she would help in whatever way she could; and after sending that she would seek out one Remy LeBeau out in the town, and give him the answers to his questions… even the blunt unsavory facts of her childhood home life with her parents.
Though she wondered briefly for a moment, if his health was alright or if he was busy worrying himself to death about whether SHE was going to be alright. It was a nice thought, but she seriously doubted it. Sooner or later, she would find out in person one of these days, and then she'd know for sure. But for now, she would rest up and wait to pay a visit to him… and possibly her godfather as well. Quickly, finishing her breakfast, she made arrangements and plans with her foster family—starting with meditation and mind shielding with Buddha, weapons & thieves training with Caine afterwards, Informant drills with Mace, tactics & strategy planning with Kyla, and finally a shopping expedition with Zephyr and Kyra to finish the day off. With the day's plans made, she quickly wrote a letter to the Institute and hoped that they would listen to her.
After her letter was written and sent off with a messenger, she also snagged Windy and asked her to have a messenger sent to the Thieves' Guild Manor to ask for permission to drop by the next day. After those two things were tended to, her long day began. She, the patriarch of the Thieves' Guild, and the Thieves' Guild's resident Prince of Thieves needed to have a nice long talk… and the sooner they talked, the better.
/With Remy/
Morning dawned bright, clear, and with a cool wind blowing through his balcony doors, when Remy was called down to Jean-Luc's study. He groaned. He just knew what this was going to be about: Rogue… and possibly his arranged marriage to BellaDonna Bordreaux—the Assassin's Princess and Marius Bordreaux's only little girl.
Jean-Luc was standing by a window when Remy came into the study he'd known that there was something familiar about the white-striped and auburn haired girl that had helped his son rescue him from the Assassin's hold. He'd painstakingly wracked his head for some answers, which somehow led him to some old photo albums on the bottom shelf of his bookcase. Going through them, he found his answer. The girl was the daughter of his long-time oldest and dearest friend—Maria Taylor D'Ancanto-Adrian, a mutant precognitive. He remembered her last cryptic message to him nearly a decade ago.
/Flashback/
"Jean-Luc, watch for my daughter… my Anna. Find her… you'll find your answer to your peace treaty… and alliance."
/End Flashback/
He looked down at the photo in his hand. A picture of a beautiful woman with faded hazel-blue eyes, her thick strawberry-auburn-coloured hair was braided and hung over her olive-complexioned shoulder. Her small mouth with full lips was smiling, as her twin boys stood just behind her like sentries- giving the camera mischievous grins and had a hand on the other's shoulder and their other hand on their mother's shoulder. While Maria had an arm around two young girls in front of her; one with the dark chocolate coloured hair as her father but her eyes a bright apple green and sparkling with big sister adoration of her older brothers that she clearly looked up to and a hand holding her little sister's smaller hand. The younger girl was who he studied. Her hair white-striped and auburn with gold highlights was lightly curled and hung down just passed her shoulders in thick waves. Her green eyes were like bright emeralds made brighter by the bright smile her small childish mouth gave.
With her face shape and lighter-colored hair, it was plainly obvious that it was THAT child that he was supposed to have found nearly a decade ago. She was a rare child with snow-colored stripes in her hair. Instead of finding her, though, he found his son… 9-year-old Rembrandt Raoul LeBeau.
Remy watched silently, as Jean-Luc sighed and turned from the window, looking weary to the bone. "Y' wanted t' see Remy, pére?" the devil-eyed teen asked, and wondered what could make his adoptive father look so weary.
Jean-Luc looked at his son. "Oui. Have a seat, Remy. I need t' clear up some t'ings wit' ya. T'ings dat shoulda been told t' ya a long time ago."
As Remy went to take a seat in front of Jean-Luc's desk, he wondered further what his adoptive father would "have t' clear up" with him. But just before Jean-Luc could open his mouth to explain what he meant, a knock sounded… seemingly coming from the window that Jean-Luc remained in front of. To both their surprise, it was the blue-haired girl from the night before that Rogue had called "Windy".
The girl grinned impudently and waved at both the older man and his teen son. Remy heard Jean-Luc sigh and unlatched the window to allow the mutant girl in. "Oui. Pourquoi est?" the question made the girl give out a sound of quiet derision. "A message from The Rogue." Was all the girl would say as she floated herself inside and over to Jean-Luc's desk, where she decided to plant herself on the corner.
Looks of surprise crossed the faces of Jean-Luc's and Remy's faces… but for two entirely different reasons: Jean-Luc was surprised at getting a message from the child of his closest friend, while Remy was surprised that –at the mention of Rogue's name- he wondered why Jean-Luc's eyes widen with recognition. Did his father know something that he didn't? Chances were, he probably did. But he, himself, would wait and see what unfolded.
"What's this Rogue's message then?" Again, the snort of derision, and a sneer on the blue-haired girl's rather pretty face. "No respect then, for the mutant child who could very well be Maria D'Ancanto's youngest and YOUR godchild?" Jean-Luc's eyes closed his eyes wearily and walked over to his desk chair to sit down—knowing that Remy was watching him curiously. Probably wondering what the connection was… or is. He sighed heavily, this was already giving himself a headache.
"Non, I's no' tha' I don' have respect fo' Maria's youngest child… but i's jus' complicated matters." Was all Jean-Luc would say on the matter but he was steadily growing uncomfortable under the weight of the stern rich forest-green eyes of the blue-haired girl, which was also sparkling with hidden glee.
Remy's empathy was telling him a lot about the other mutant. She was vindictive, if she wasn't helpful—if the night before told him anything at all. But otherwise, it was his father that had him on edge. Did he know something that he didn't? He probably did. But if there was anything to go by, it was the mention of this woman… Maria D'Ancanto. He only vaguely recalled hearing the name in passing as a young boy, but had disregarded it as adult talk and had nothing to do with him and was someone only his father knew. Now he wished he knew more about this mysterious person. He turned his red-on-black gaze to the blue haired mutant and asked in his most charming and suave tone. "What's Rogue's message, s'il vous plait?"
Apparently, the girl had forgotten that this son was in the room up until he'd spoken. Though, Jean-Luc couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The girl codenamed "Windy" turned her attention back to himself,, and after giving him a nasty sneer, turned a dazzling and a(n) (attempted?) look of seduction on to Remy, who gave his own charming cajun grin back in return.
"Rogue cordially asks permission from the Thieves Guild patriarch," the word 'asks' came out enunciated—it seemed, for Jean-Luc's benefit and 'patriarch' came out as a sneer, even as Windy continued. "if she may call on the aforementioned patriarch AND his son, the Prince of Thieves, tomorrow. She also says that all your questions will be answered tomorrow should you grant her request for an audience."
Jean-Luc closed his eyes… and imagined what his friend would say if she could see him now. She would probably be disappointed in him. He sighed and looked to Remy—unsure, but turned his attention back to Windy. "Tell her then, her request is heard and that both myself and mon fils will see her tomorrow."
With an exaggerated bow and sneer in Jean-Luc's direction, Windy walked over to the open window, and flew off with Rogue's return message.
Sighing heavily, Jean-Luc leaned back into his leather desk chair, and closed his eyes. He was prompted to open them again, when he felt Remy staring at him. Sighing once again, he looked at his adopted son. "Demandez ce qui est sur votre esprit, mon fils." He told Remy quietly.
Remy's empathy was telling him that Jean-Luc was feeling heavy guilt… and that worried him. Jean-Luc rarely had guilty feelings for anything at all. So he started by asking the one question that he should've asked years ago. "Who's Maria D'Ancanto?" and felt another wave of guilt and some sadness wash over his adopted father.
Jean-Luc opened his eyes sadly, and replied, "Maria D'Ancanto was an old college friend of mine years ago. We stayed in touch even after she married the man—who not very many people know or realize, is Marius Bordreaux's younger half-brother." He closed his eyes and remembered with regret the argument they had on the day of her wedding to the bâtard.
/Flashback/
Jean-Luc wanted to slam something breakable against the wall in his anger. Maria was his closest friend and was like a little sister to him. He stared at her. "Y' shouldn't 'ave t' do dis jus' b'cause y' saw it happen in y'r visions, 'Ria." He told her, and saw sadness in her hazel-blue eyes.
"It's not tha' ah have ta do this because o' mah visions, Luc," she tried, but was only met with his back, as he turned his back to her. "i's fo' th' Guilds. It's somethin' ah foresaw months ago. A child of mahne an' one o' yours will beh th' answer ta what th' Guilds have sought, fo' so long. I's a sacrifice tha' ah'm makin' fo' th' best."
Jean-Luc started. This was the first he heard of her vision. He turned back to her, his face full of confusion. "Why does dere 'ave ta be a sacrifice, 'Ria?"
Maria walked up to him and laid a gentle hand on his cheek. "Sometahmes, sacrifices are necessary f'r th' mos' important things t' come t' pass. Sometimes they're f'r good an' sometimes not. But this marriage inta th' Assassin's Guild will help ya someday. Just wait fo' tha' call fr'm meh."
He didn't want to understand her cryptic words. He didn't want to see his closest and dearest friend throw away her happiness for a peace that may not even happen. "It's not likely t' happen, 'Ria. Vision or no vision, I c'n only hope f'r th' best t' come about." He said, and without another word, he left her in the bride's room and watched his friend throw away her chance at happiness away. and then when she gave birth to her twin boys, and younger single girls… and had been present for the birth of her youngest girl, the one named Anna Lynn D'Ancanto-Adrian, Maria had asked him to be her Godfather—to which he accepted.
/End Flashback/
But then he'd received an urgent call from her 7 years later, asking him to look for her… and failing to find her, had instead found a young 9-year-old pickpocket and adopted the boy that would eventually become the Prince of Thieves.
Remy felt like he'd gotten himself sucker-punched. If he had heard the blue-haired girl right, then this Maria D'Ancanto was Rogue's mother, who had –apparently- married INTO the Assassin's Guild. Meaning Rogue would be blood-related to the Assassin's Guild leader as his niece, and both Julien and BellaDonna would be her cousins. Putting all these little pieces together wasn't painting a very pretty picture… seeing as she knocked out the men who were her uncle and cousin respectively, only the night before. But then another question popped up. "How do y' fit in, 'side fr'm bein' 'er friend?"
The older man had always known that Remy was sharp—far sharper than any thief had any right to be, but maybe… maybe that was the only reason he was still alive right now. His musings were cut off when he heard the question. "She made me th' Godfather o' her youngest daughter… th' girl y' know as The Rogue." He waited for Remy's response, but saw the look on his face… as if he was having trouble believing what he was being told.
Remy was indeed trying to wrap his head around the fact that The Rogue was in fact a blood-related Assassin… but wasn't sure if she knew that she had just last night attacked her own blood relatives. But at the moment, another question made itself known. "How do Remy fit in?"
For a moment, Jean-Luc debated about telling him the truth about what happened nearly a decade ago, but decided that maybe Remy DID have a right to know the truth about the famille.
Opening his eyes again and studied the young man that used to be the little dirty street thief that had exceptional skill in picking pockets that was now all grown-up and called the Prince of Thieves. Jean-Luc finally sighed and told him.
"T'was an accident meeting ya a decade ago, Remy." He locked serious eyes on his son's. "Trois jours avant, I'd gotten an urgent call fr'm Maria to look fo' her little girl on da streets. She said dat her little girl was th' answer ta the Guild's peace and alliance. Trois jours o' lookin' an' there was no such luck. Dat was when ya came int' da picture. Y' picked my pocket, an' je vous ai pris a interieur et vous a donne une maison et la famille." Jean-Luc was quiet after he told the story and watched Remy absorb the new information. He didn't know whether his son would take this information well or not, and hoped his reaction was a good one as opposed to an upset one.
Remy wasn't quite sure what to think… ROGUE was the answer to bring peace to the Guilds? It was beyond bizarre. But thinking about what Jean-Luc had said about Maria and her visions, Remy surmised that she was a mutant precognitive. And if that was the case, then she couldn't possibly be wrong. 'Dis is somet'in' t' t'ink 'bout latah.' Remy thought to himself, as he shook himself from the questions and thoughts that now seemed to plague him from every corner. He looked up at the older man and finally asked, "Qu'est-ce qui se passé maintenant, avec le marriage arrange BellaDonna?"
Jean-Luc shook his head mournfully. "Je ne sais pas, Remy. Je ne sais pas. " He glanced out toward his window and wondered what the next day would bring. But then glanced down at an orange envelope and manila folder in front of him; sliding it across the desk toward Remy, he said, "Mais, regardless o' what will happen den, I still need y' t' focus on a job dat needs t' get done by d' end o' th' week, comprenez?"
Remy sighed and focused on the envelope and manila folder with the information that he needed to get this particular job done. Looking up at his adopted father, he gave his usual cocky grin. "Ouais. Entendu." He said, picking up the packet and folder of information and stood to leave. When his back was turned to Jean-Luc, the older man murmured just loud enough for Remy to hear—just as the teen's hand rested on the study's door. "Je suis desole… pur ne vous dis pas cela quand vous etiez enfant. " The aforementioned teen glanced slightly at his adopted father over his shoulder.
"Je sais, mon pére… je sais vous etes. " he finally said, opening the study door, and closing it quietly behind him… knowing that his adopted father truly was sorry for not telling him the solid facts of his adoption when he was younger. His empathy told him flat out that Jean-Luc was regretting some of his past decisions. Remy shook his head and let those thoughts fly away. Yes, he had deserved to know all this time… but now, knowing what he knew now… maybe there was a chance of being together with his Rogue. Glancing down at the orange envelope and manila folder briefly, he sighed heavily. 'But fo' now, Remy c'n t'ink o' all dat later an' better get dis job over wit'… befo' somet'in' else 'appens.' And went back to his room to look over the solo job information, willing all other thoughts of Rogue to disappear for the time being until the next time he saw her.
A/N: Bonjour, Mes Amis! I hope you've enjoyed the story thus far. I am working as fast as I can in updating… but it would seem that my dear younger siblings will not let me work at all on the stories… .;;; SO… I'm asking for a little bit of patience on all reader's parts to be a tad patient with me and I will have the next chapter up ASAP.
And plz don't forget to R&R!
Here's a few more OC-mutants to know of:
Name: Kyla Mazumi-Payton
Codename: Mirage
Ability: creating hallucinations or mirages… images that aren't really there.
Major Fear(s): Heights
Uniform: black bodysuit with vertical magenta stripes along the sides, black utility belt around her waist, and black thick-soled knee-high boots
Name: Jace Carlson
Codename: Foresight
Ability: Precognitive
Major Fear(s): Death
Uniform: well-worn black jeans, dark blue and black plaid button down shirt (sleeves rolled up to his elbow), and tan hiking-boots.
~Rogue's family~
Name: Maria Tayler D'Ancanto—Anna's (aka Rogue) mother
Codename: Mystery
Ability: Precognitive
Major Fear(s): for the well-being of her children
Uniform: N/A
Casual dress: dark blue blouse, black jeans, white tennis shoes
Accessories worn: black feathered earrings, several thin blue, green, and purple bracelets, and a single purple-feather pendant on a silver chain as a necklace.
Damien Terry D'Ancanto—Anna's eldest brother
Codename: Speaker
Ability: able to speak to animals and has a telepathic rapport with them
Major Fear(s): gators and sharks… water predators
Uniform: N/A
Casual dress: Grey and black plaid short sleeved button down shirt, dark blue jeans, and black boots
Accessories worn: two thin silver earrings in his left ear and a single ring through his right brow
Tyler Logan D'Ancanto—Damien's younger twin brother
Codename: Shadow
Ability: able to hide anyone and/or anything
Major Fear(s): cliff-jumping
Uniform: N/A
Casual dress: plain dark green t-shirt, well-worn blue jeans, and thick-soled white sneakers
Accessories worn: single brown woven leather bracelet on his right wrist, a black wrist band on his left wrist, and both ears pierced three times
Zoey Vanessa D'Ancanto—younger than Damien and Tyler but older than Anna
Codename: Siren
Ability: using her voice- through singing, to lure in her intended target like a moth to the flame
Major Fear(s): Sabertooth
Uniform: N/A
Casual dress: cream-gold halter-top, low boot-cut capris with silk bamboo-patterned hemming, and thick-soled black and magenta tennis shoes
Accessories worn: double pierced ears- usually wearing different colored hoop earrings, magenta and black wrist-bands, and a single black woven leather bracelet on her left wrist.
French-English Translations:
pere- father
oui- yes
Oui. Pourquoi est- Yes. What is it?
Non- No
S'il vous plait- please
Demandez ce qui est sur votre esprit, mon fils.- Ask what's on your mind, my son
famille- family
trois jours avant- three days prior
trois jours- three days
je vous ai pris a interieur et vous a donne une maison et la famille- I took you in and gave you a home and a family
Qu'est-ce qui se passé maintenant, avec le marriage arrange BellaDonna?- What happens now, with the arranged marriage to BellaDonna ?
comprenez?- Understand?
Ouais. Entendu.- Yeah. Understood
Je suis desole… pur ne vous dis pas cela quand vous etiez enfant.- I am sorry… for not telling you this when you were a child.
Je sais, mon pére… je sais vous etes.- I know, Father… I know you are.