"Oh, shit..." I sad slowly.
Rogue and Ilyana looked at me and warned me of my language.
"Belladonna and Julien Boudraeux. Figured I'd meet up with you again. So Belle, how are you doing these days?" I asked the blond girl.
"M pa pi mal, mesi." She said abruptly.
Speaking Creole. Damned if I never learned to speak it. But I had learned a bit, since Belle liked to speak it to...."t" me off. She said "I'm fine thank you".
"That's Creole, LeBeau, the language of a true Cajun man." Julien said, putting an incredible southern strain on the word "man.
"M kontan anpil rekonet ou." Belle said.
"Belle, you certainly know how to get on a man's bad side," I spat.
"M pa konprann, Remy Ettiene! You have really changed. No longer carefree, eh, ma chere?" Belle reprimanded.
"Don't call me 'chere'. I'm not your 'darling'. Rogue, Ilyana, go home. Tell the others that I'll be home in a few hours. Everybody, leave your name, address, and phone number with this fine lady here" I pointed to Rogue, "and we'll call you with a complete reimbursment."
Everybody rushed out, leaving Julien, Belle, and myself. I reached into my pocket and fingered a huge peice of lead that I always carried. It was for fights, so that my fist would be more weighted.
****
Hold on, we gotta rewind a bit, here.
As most of you know, I grew up in New Orleans, in a group called Fagan's Mob. Stolen from the hospital by Antiquiary (sp?). Le Diable Blanc, they called me. The White Devil.
Anyway, after my "father" arranged this little meeting between us, I was accepted with my foster brother, Henri, into the New Orleans Theives Guild.
Now, pay attention, because this is where it gets complicated.
He even arranged my meeting with Belladonna, a member of the Assasin's Guild, our own rival. We were to fall in love, and end the Guild war.
Weeeeeeell, skip-skip-skip, I sort of....blow up the altar at the wedding, and get the, pardon my language, fuck out of Dodge.
Fast-forward, I'm working with Maggie.
Fast-forward again, Apoc is gone, I'm with the X-Men, bing-bango, we're at the present.
******
"Who's gonna start the party, LeBeau? You...or me?" Julien asked.
"Me!"
My weighted fist connected to Julien's jaw, and I heard a loud crack. His hand shot up to his mandible immediately, leving him wide open.
"Expected more from an assasin, Julie," I said.
"Fuck...fuck off, mon ami..." He whimpered.
A look of fury passed over my face. The staff whipped out of my pocket, half extended. I put one end to the top of his skull.
"I am no friend of yours. Every bit of me tells me I should shove this through your sad excuse for a glass-jawed skull, but that would be too quick for an assasin," I raged.
Instead of following my gut, I placed the helf-extended tip to his shoulder, and let it fly. He screamed from the pain of the thick metal going through his collarbone, and even deeper into his flesh and body.
Belle was horrified.
With Julien on his stomach, I stomped on his back, and there was a loud crack. His back was broken. Never to walk again.
I grabbed Belladonna by the collar of her blouse and pulled her face to mine.
"I am not a Theif, or an Assasin. I don't follow by our Guild bylaws. Because I'm an X-Man, chere, and I'm never comin' back...." I let go.
Belle burst into tears and clutched onto my trench.
"REMY! Tanpri! Tanpri! Please! Come home with me! Don't leave me, chere! DON'T LEAVE ME!"
I pushed her away with disgust. Then I pointed to her brother.
"Don't beg, chere. You never were good at it. Now take your lifeless excuse for a brother and leave my sight," I hissed.
She nodded and picked up her brother. Then she turned to me, "wrath of Belle" written all over her face. From inside of her blouse, she pulled a knife, and threw it at me, lightning fast. It his me in the chest, so close to my heart that they cold metal touched it.
I gripped the knife with my free left hand, and then looked at her with pain in my eyes.
"I thought you remembered, chere. An assasin always come prepared..." She whispered, trailing her right index finger across my cheek, and then stepped back, gave a cute little wave, and blew a kiss to me.
I staggered a bit, then fell flat on my back. The host was standing behind the counter when I called him over. I pulled out Xavier's card with the school number. I weakly pointed to it.
"Call....call here, and tell them Gambit needs help...." I said faintly.
The host nodded, and then the world went black.
Rogue and Ilyana looked at me and warned me of my language.
"Belladonna and Julien Boudraeux. Figured I'd meet up with you again. So Belle, how are you doing these days?" I asked the blond girl.
"M pa pi mal, mesi." She said abruptly.
Speaking Creole. Damned if I never learned to speak it. But I had learned a bit, since Belle liked to speak it to...."t" me off. She said "I'm fine thank you".
"That's Creole, LeBeau, the language of a true Cajun man." Julien said, putting an incredible southern strain on the word "man.
"M kontan anpil rekonet ou." Belle said.
"Belle, you certainly know how to get on a man's bad side," I spat.
"M pa konprann, Remy Ettiene! You have really changed. No longer carefree, eh, ma chere?" Belle reprimanded.
"Don't call me 'chere'. I'm not your 'darling'. Rogue, Ilyana, go home. Tell the others that I'll be home in a few hours. Everybody, leave your name, address, and phone number with this fine lady here" I pointed to Rogue, "and we'll call you with a complete reimbursment."
Everybody rushed out, leaving Julien, Belle, and myself. I reached into my pocket and fingered a huge peice of lead that I always carried. It was for fights, so that my fist would be more weighted.
****
Hold on, we gotta rewind a bit, here.
As most of you know, I grew up in New Orleans, in a group called Fagan's Mob. Stolen from the hospital by Antiquiary (sp?). Le Diable Blanc, they called me. The White Devil.
Anyway, after my "father" arranged this little meeting between us, I was accepted with my foster brother, Henri, into the New Orleans Theives Guild.
Now, pay attention, because this is where it gets complicated.
He even arranged my meeting with Belladonna, a member of the Assasin's Guild, our own rival. We were to fall in love, and end the Guild war.
Weeeeeeell, skip-skip-skip, I sort of....blow up the altar at the wedding, and get the, pardon my language, fuck out of Dodge.
Fast-forward, I'm working with Maggie.
Fast-forward again, Apoc is gone, I'm with the X-Men, bing-bango, we're at the present.
******
"Who's gonna start the party, LeBeau? You...or me?" Julien asked.
"Me!"
My weighted fist connected to Julien's jaw, and I heard a loud crack. His hand shot up to his mandible immediately, leving him wide open.
"Expected more from an assasin, Julie," I said.
"Fuck...fuck off, mon ami..." He whimpered.
A look of fury passed over my face. The staff whipped out of my pocket, half extended. I put one end to the top of his skull.
"I am no friend of yours. Every bit of me tells me I should shove this through your sad excuse for a glass-jawed skull, but that would be too quick for an assasin," I raged.
Instead of following my gut, I placed the helf-extended tip to his shoulder, and let it fly. He screamed from the pain of the thick metal going through his collarbone, and even deeper into his flesh and body.
Belle was horrified.
With Julien on his stomach, I stomped on his back, and there was a loud crack. His back was broken. Never to walk again.
I grabbed Belladonna by the collar of her blouse and pulled her face to mine.
"I am not a Theif, or an Assasin. I don't follow by our Guild bylaws. Because I'm an X-Man, chere, and I'm never comin' back...." I let go.
Belle burst into tears and clutched onto my trench.
"REMY! Tanpri! Tanpri! Please! Come home with me! Don't leave me, chere! DON'T LEAVE ME!"
I pushed her away with disgust. Then I pointed to her brother.
"Don't beg, chere. You never were good at it. Now take your lifeless excuse for a brother and leave my sight," I hissed.
She nodded and picked up her brother. Then she turned to me, "wrath of Belle" written all over her face. From inside of her blouse, she pulled a knife, and threw it at me, lightning fast. It his me in the chest, so close to my heart that they cold metal touched it.
I gripped the knife with my free left hand, and then looked at her with pain in my eyes.
"I thought you remembered, chere. An assasin always come prepared..." She whispered, trailing her right index finger across my cheek, and then stepped back, gave a cute little wave, and blew a kiss to me.
I staggered a bit, then fell flat on my back. The host was standing behind the counter when I called him over. I pulled out Xavier's card with the school number. I weakly pointed to it.
"Call....call here, and tell them Gambit needs help...." I said faintly.
The host nodded, and then the world went black.