Okay, last chapter was titled 'Colors of the Soul' because every character in the last chapter had a color that matched their soul. Erin - Electric Green and Gold. Rogue - Emerald. Kitty - Pink. Emma - White. Betsy - Purple. Just wanted to explain. Now, I know this might have seemed a bit confusing, but Rogue and Remy aren't dating. I said there would be ROMY moments, but there would be no focus. In this chapter, Erin has gotten her makeover from the girls and we're gonna see Erin and Remy talk for the first time in about a week. But we're also going to see a bit of Erin's darker side because, even though she seems kinda scared with a bit of an attitude, Erin is still an Assassin and was hired for a job. Hope you enjoy!
Remy sat in the commons with Logan, Piotr, Sam, John, and Bobby. They were all playing poker since it was a Friday night and boys were taking their girlfriends out on dates. But even with the mansion practically being empty and them playing Remy's favorite game, the boys noticed something was off about Remy. For one, he had folded in three of the five rounds and lost the previous one. He was off his game, but no one knew why and it was starting to worry them.
Remy looked down at his cards and frowned, not even registering that he had a royal flush. Shaking his head, he said, "Remy folds." What was with him? Why couldn't he focus? Poker was always his specialty...Sighing softly, he knew exactly why he couldn't focus. His mind was on a certain silver haired, gold and green eyed girl that he had kissed when he wasn't supposed to. And now they hardly talked.
Placing his cards face down, he took his beer and moved to take a drink only to find it empty. Scowling, he tossed it into the trash can. He felt the eyes of the boys on him before grabbing another beer. Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow. "Oui?"
"Are you okay, Gumbo? I normally don't really care, but since when do you fold while playing poker?" Logan asked, taking a drink from his own beer.
"Yeah, Remy. Kinda have us worried, mate." John said, looking at his older friend. The two hadn't known each other long, but they seemed to click easily. Guess it was the fact they were both so mischievous. Their personalities just blended that well.
"'m fine, hommes. Jus'...distracted." Remy said, his devil eyes staring intently at his drink before they heard the front door open and close with the sound of females laughing filling their ears. Who would be getting back at ten at night on a Friday?
"Sounds like someone had a good time." Bobby said before he looked up, his gaze falling directly on the doorway where the group of girls stood. His jaw dropped when he saw why they were laughing so much. "Yo-You..." His stuttering caught the attention of Piotr and Sam on his left and right who looked up, their jaws dropping.
"How much clothin' did y'all buy?" Sam asked, placing his cards on the table as a blush formed on Piotr's cheeks. This got John interested and, flicking his lighter, he looked to his left only to have his eyes widen.
"Wow, shiela. Love the new look. Very...fitting." John said with a nod of appreciation. Remy glanced at his friend, puzzled before he shook his head and took another drink. But Logan decided to follow John's gaze and chuckled.
"Nice look, Erin." he said. Her name made a shudder run down Remy's spine though he didn't know why. It wasn't like he liked Erin...did he? "I see Emma, Betsy, Kitty, and Anna decided it was time they took you to the mall, huh?" This surprised Remy. As far as he knew, Erin hated shopping. She always had, even when she was a teenager.
"Like, we worked really hard, Logan. Be nice! We all think she looks, like, totally amazing!" Kitty said and Remy chuckled.
"What do you think, Remy?" he heard Betsy ask. Remy paused for a second before shaking his head and finally turning around, not expecting to see any sign of his old Erin. And when his eyes landed on Erin, he stopped short. No wonder the other guys were staring. Erin had been given a complete make over from head to toe. No longer was his old friend Erin there, but a beautiful young woman.
On Erin's right stood Betsy and Rogue and on the left resided Kitty and Emma with Erin dead center, all attention on her and her new look. Her face that was usually left without make up now had a small hint of grey and green eye shadow with gold liquid eyeliner along with thick black eyeliner that revealed her long eyelashes. The gold in her eyes stood out more and captivated Remy before his gaze traveled down. Her lips were covered in a lipstick slightly darker than her natural lip shade and they had given her a natural looking blush that added some color to her face. Gone were the normally completely black clothes he had come to know Erin to wear. Now she wore a fitted light green tank top with thick straps and an extra sheer fabric on the tank top that was covered in silver sequins that shimmered when she moved and Remy noticed how it was low cut enough to tease any boy who saw her. Covering her arms was a black jean jacket with silver buttons that had sleeves reaching her elbows. Besides that she wore a pair of dark blue jeans that were tucked into a pair of heeled black boots. The only thing about her that Remy recognized were her gloves she had come to always wear so she wouldn't shock anybody.
But it seemed tonight she was doing a different kind of shocking.
"Remy?" Anna asked, an amused smile on her lips as she took in his reaction. His red and black eyes never left Erin and that made her smile. That was exactly the reaction she wanted him to have.
"Uh...Oui, Chere?" Remy asked, quickly recovering and putting on his charming smile as he looked at his other southern belle.
"Do ya lahke Erin's new look?" she asked, smirking as Remy glanced back at Erin.
"Oui, Remy does." he said, inwardly grinning when a small blush formed on Erin's cheeks.
"Well, if you like it, then you can help her carry her other clothes up to her room, right?" Emma asked, placing a hand on her hip as she set down one bag and Kitty said down her three. Betsy set down another four and Rogue set down six. The boys laughed at how Remy had stepped into that one and Remy's smile dropped before he chuckled and nodded.
"Why o' course, Ice Queen. Remy be a gentlemen and he'd never turn down a damsel in distress." he said cockily as the girls rolled their eyes.
"Deal me in, boys. Ah'll take his place." Anna said, walking over to the pool table.
"And I think we'll be heading to bed." Betsy said, pushing Kitty and Emma out of the room and to their respectable bedrooms. Remy smirked, amused at the gang of girls before reaching for one of Erin's bags. He was startled when she hit his hand away. Looking up at her, he watched as she reached for her own bags and looked at him.
"I can handle it on my own." she said, blatantly avoiding his gaze as she took Kitty's and Emma's bags that they carried in one of her hands and took Betsy's four in the other. Which still left Rogue's six...
"Let Remy 'elp, Chere." he said, picking up the extra six. But Remy wasn't sure if Erin had heard him or not because she didn't respond, already hurrying towards the stairs. Remy watched her, his eyes landing on her hips and how they swayed side to side before shaking his head. He needed to stop that. Erin was his friend and he had already hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her again and he promised himself that he wouldn't.
As the two made their way to her bedroom Erin couldn't help but feel awkward. This was her best friend yet she felt like she couldn't even talk to him because of a stupid kiss! A mistake! And after another few minutes of silence, the two arrived at her bedroom where Erin had to balance her bags on one arm so she could open the door and the two could step inside. "Just...um...set the bags on the floor by the door." she said, her back to him as she set her bags on the desk.
"Alright, Chere." he said, setting them down before he glanced back at her as she shrugged off her jacket and set it on the back of her desk chair. He sighed and turned to leave, not knowing what else to say to her before he noticed the pictures on her bed out of the corner of his eye. "Is...Is dat what Remy t'inks it is?" he asked, looking over at her before walking over to her bed, picking up one of the pictures where Erin had dunked a snow cone on his head. He remembered that day. Tante Mattie had taken that photo. She was the only thief who had warmed up to Erin and respected his friendship with her.
"Oh, those? They...they're just memories." Erin said, walking over and leaning against the bedpost.
"Jus' memories? Che-Erin, dese...dese are our past. Our friendship. And y' kept it."
"Of course I did. You were my best friend. Still are..." she said, a small smile appearing on her lips as Remy sat on the edge, picking up another picture. When she saw it she chuckled. "Do you remember that night?"
"Like it was yesterday, Erin. Dat was une o' de balls held between de Guilds. Remy convinced y' t' come."
"Can't believe you actually convinced me to wear a dress." she said, chuckling as she sat beside him. At the ball someone had been able to take a picture of them while they were dancing. She wore a black dress with gold sparkles that shimmered in the moonlight. Her hair was swept up into a bun with strands falling around her to frame her face. The black silk fell to her knees, but continued to her ankles behind her and she had worn gold heels that seemed to glitter like prized jewels. She was swept up in Remy's arms with one of her hands on Remy's shoulder, the other in his hand with his free hand placed around her waist. "How old were we?"
"Dat was a few months 'fore Bella's and mon weddin' day." he said, looking at her as she looked down at the picture. A light had entered her eyes as they remembered the past and he didn't want it to leave. But as he looked at her...he realized how little he had come to know about her. "Erin?"
"Yes?" she asked, looking up at him. She instantly realized how close they were and tried to remain relaxed, but she wasn't finding it easy.
"...Why'd y' come lookin' for Remy?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers as he set the picture aside.
Erin's eyes widened slightly before she looked away, trying to hide the fright that had entered her eyes. But he had seen it. Only a glimpse of it, but it was still there. "I..."
"Y' can tell Re-moi, Erin. Y' can tell moi anyt'in'. Always 'ave been able t'."
Erin looked at him and he immediately saw the tears in her eyes. "Remy, I'm scared...I can't tell you because I know you'll hate me."
"Chere, dat's nonsense." he said, taking one of her hands in his. "Y' been mon ami for years. Dat's not gonna change 'cause o' y' tellin' moi why y' scared."
She shook her head, starting to look away before he caught her chin between two fingers. "Remy..." she said, her voice soft and fragile. He knew she didn't want to tell him. He knew she was frightened like a small deer. But he had to know.
"Please, Erin." he pleaded, his face inching closer to hers as she leaned closer.
"I...I can't..." she whispered before their lips met again. Just like Belladonna and Rogue had once been, Erin had become a drug for Remy. And he loved it. He pressed his lips against hers, pressing her against the head of the bed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. How could his best friend become so addicting to him? How could someone he once looked at as a sister have this effect on her? As Remy started trailing kisses down her neck and along her scars, he felt her slip her small hands under his shirt and groaned softly, wanting the thin fabric off.
But then he heard it.
The faintest three words he could've heard.
"I'm sorry, Remy." Before he realized what was happening, her hands started to glow through his white shirt and the scars on her neck started to glow. It didn't take long before he gasped, feeling as if someone was electrocuting his insides. He gritted his teeth as he pulled back enough to look at Erin, seeing tears run down her pale cheeks. Darkness was slowly tugging at his mind as he fell back on the bed, her hand continuing to glow as she electrocuted him. Not able to take the white hot pain anymore, he closed his eyes, reveling in the sudden numbness as he drifted into unconsciousness.
Erin pulled her hand away from Remy quickly ad looked down at the crackling light flying in between her fingers. She had done it. She had done her job. Hovering over Remy, she watched as her tear fell onto his cheek and looked away. She tried to convince herself they were fake tears as she brushed them away, tucking her hair behind her ears before she looked back at her old friend. "I was hired to kidnap you, Remy." she whispered, knowing he hadn't heard her as she pulled out her phone and stood, her back to him as she dialed the number she had come to memorize.
"Hello?"
Erin glanced back at Remy, her eyes suddenly cold. "It's done. I can have him there tomorrow morning."
"Congratulations, Voltaic. You accomplished something no one else could. You captured Death. Bring him to me by ten tomorrow morning." She heard the click, signaling the end of their conversation before pocketing the phone. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, realizing that she was getting in too deep.
But what she did was the right thing. It was what she had to do.
Those were the words that ran through Erin's mind that night as she snuck Remy into the garage of the X-mansion and stole a black Kia sportage. Taking his trench coat and tossing it in the front as well as frisking him for any weapons, she chained his hands in metal boxes that neutralized his power and chained his feet to the seat, keeping him stuck there until she thought otherwise. Which left her driving all night long. Taking the driver's seat, Erin left the X-mansion with their Devil Eyed mutant having no choice but to tag along. This was what she did now...She was a Marauder. And soon she would be a Horseman. It's what she had to do. For everyone. But deep down, there was a gnawing in the pit of her stomach and it made her feel sick. So she just kept repeating the same words to herself.
I did the right thing. I did what I had to do.
