AN:/ SORRY ABOUT NO UPDATING! -_-" I've been REALLY busy!

So, without further ado, here's chapter number 2! XDXD Get it? Get it? See what I did there? lol

Shizuo: Audrey owns nothing but herself, all other characters belong to Marvel, which now belongs to Disney -_-

Me: Shizu-chan, what in the hell are you doing here?

Shizuo: *shrugs* Beats me. And "The Legacy" is the song mentioned in this chapter, written and performed by the Black Veil Brides.

Me:...Uh, OKAY! ON WITH THE STORY!


"Aw, sweet!" I yelled as I flopped down on the Cajun's red-and-black-sheeted bed. Man, I sunk when I landed! "A-Ah, dat's mine, Mon ami," he chuckled, then started pointing to a plain white bed on the other side of the decent-sized room. "Da's you's." I sighed. Well, there went my fun; right out the flippin' window. But I went over and sat on my new bed, delighted to find it was just as soft as Remy's.

"So, uh…What now?" I asked, eyeing his side of the room where an X-Box 360 sat on the entertainment center along with a 42 inch flat-screen TV. He unfortunately caught my hungry gaze and laughed, walking over to the console that held my interest. "Dis' mine too, chere," he smiled and came to sit on the bed next to me. "But if you want, Gambit can arrange a lil' shoppin' trip wit' da girls fo' ya," he added, and nudged me with his elbow.

I laughed out loud at his comical way of asking to shop for me. "Only if you're comin', Mon ami," I replied, putting on my own Cajun accent. Remy smiled. Did I mention I get along better with people older than me than I do with kids my own age? Yeah, weird, I know. "Of course I come, chere; Gambit da life o' da pa'ty." Now it was my turn to smile. "Yeah, I know," I laughed, patting his head as standing up.

For a minute he gave me the all-too-noticeable "wtf" look, but then it melted into a smirk. "A'right den, how 'bout we do dat now?" He led the way out of our room and down the hall to a stairwell. He was just starting to walk down them when I leapt off the balcony. "WOO-HOO!" I yelled as I fell a good twenty feet. Then, in only the way I can, twisted so my feet hit the floor first, followed by my hands.

"Man, how do you land like zhat?" came Kurt's voice from the kitchen door that I landed in front of. I straightened up and looked at him, beaming. "I have absolutely no idea!" I exclaimed, laughing at how ridiculous I sounded. Gambit, after a few seconds of recovering from shock, walked down the rest of the stairs and stopped behind me, putting a hand on my left shoulder.

"I'M TAKING THE X-VAN!" said an enthusiastic voice we all knew too well. "Tabitha," me, Kurt, and Remy groaned all at once. Then we exchanged glances and commenced laughing our asses off. By the time our fit was over, said teenager came walking up to us, her music blasting waaay too loud through her yellow and black headphones.

"HEY GUYS," Boom-boom said a little too loudly. "Hey Boom-boom, we're going shopping! Wanna join?" I asked. Gambit gave me a wild look, but before he could even open his mouth, the blonde exclaimed, "OMG YES! YO, KITTY!" she called, and Shadowcat phased through the wall.

"I heard," she said, her voice excited. "So, like, where do you shop? I'm okay with anything!" she said cheerfully. "Ugh, if you're coming with us, you people have to cut down on the happiness," I muttered. Gambit chuckled. "An' where you 'xpect us ta put said happiness?" Gambit drawled, smirking. I turned around to face him and pointed a finger at him.

"Well, I'd prefer you put it somewhere I don't havta hear, see, or witness it, so maybe…the cookie jar?" Everyone laughed but me. I just stared. What, they actually thought that was funny? Oh well. I shook it off and led the group to the garage. "Shit," I muttered, stopping at the entrance.

Inside was Scott, cursing up a storm as he tried—and probably failed —to work on his motorcycle. "Yo, Cyke," I called, sauntering over. At the sound of my oh-so-pleasant voice, Cyclops stood up, giving me a good once-over. He looked over to Logan, who was leaning against the nearest wall. "New recruit?" the brunette asked, pointing to me.

Psh, please, I'm standing right here! Ugh, the nerve…"Sure, you could call 'er that," Logan smirked, a cigar between his teeth. I laughed at his half-assed reply and walked over to the bike Cyclops stood next to. "Hey, what're you…" Scott started, but I pushed him aside and squatted next to the vehicle. All eyes were on me as I surveyed the engine. I reached out to mess with the faulty wire that Scott had somehow missed completely. "Hey, don't touch that!" he ordered, "You don't know what you're doing! I've been working for hours trying to—"

VROOM~!

I looked up at Scott, smiling devilishly. "Oh really?" Logan chuckled at my smart-ass comment. The taller man seemed agitated as he muttered, "Thanks." I stood up and shook his hand with sarcastic enthusiasm. "You're so very welcome Mr. 'I've-been-working-for-hours-just-to-get-shone-up-by-a-twelve-year-old-GIRL'," I sighed, irritated. He looked furious now. Under those glasses, I bet his eyes were red.

…Oh wait…

"C'mon, let's go already!" Kitty broke the silence and skipped over to the X-Van. Boom-boom followed, then Kurt, Gambit, and me. "I CALL SHOTGUN!" Tabitha called, opening the door on the passenger's side. Oh hell no. "Thanks Tabitha!" i smiled cheekily and hopped into the seat out of nowhere. Kurt laughed. "I've taught you so vell!" he remarked, high-fiving me from the middle of the back seat.

Boom-boom huffed and got in to the blue teenager's right, while Kitty phased through the door and took her seat to his left. "Let's go!" she exclaimed happily. Gambit glanced over at me for a sec. "Watch out, chere, Gambit didn' take no drivin' test," he chuckled. I then realized what he was hinting at and instinctively touched my chest.

No seatbelt. I sighed and pulled in on. Why did humans ever invent those foul strips of…? Of…whatever seatbelts are made of. But, boy am I glad I used it, cause Gambit really wasn't kidding. I think it's safe (well, technically unsafe) to say that the Cajun drove the X-Van worse than even Kitty did. And that's an understatement. So there we were on our way to the mall; about 25 minutes away from the mansion.

I was starting to get a bit on edge due to the silence, so I reached for the knob that turned on the radio.

'Racing faster, escape disaster, partners in crime will leave their mark…'

"YES!" I fist-pumped and began to sing along with the Black Veil Brides; my favorite band.

'We make our own way, no thoughts of yesterday, black hearts of chrome and battle scars…'

Gambit smiled and joined me while Kitty and Kurt mocked us from behind, giggling at our behavior.

'The legacy, born from a dream, on leather wings gross from the streets, with our hands on destiny…'