Chapter Eight

I sniffed the air as I walked into the casino I could smell several fight's brewing and there beneath it a strange smell that seemed so familiar. I took a deep breath through my nose and the memory hit me, the island, this was the same musk filled with electricity smell that I had traced to the ocean. I immediately begin to look around subtly sniffing my way until I came to a table that was surrounded. Apparently there was only two people playing at this table, on the left side several guy's with gun's in uniforms surrounding a fat, bald headed man at the other end there were at least eight different girls giggling and whispering about someone named Gambit the smell of the girls perfumes were practically making me gag so I stopped breathing through my nose and tried to concentrate on getting a good look at whoever was sitting in the midst of the girls.

I knew it wouldn't take long since the guy on the left was loosing, it was apparent that the guy on the right was a French man from the accent that I could hear floating through the girls' whispers and giggles. It was also apparent that Gambit as the girls were calling the French guy was one heck of a player as well as a flirt. The game was almost over the fat guy was looking at his cards, sweat dripped down his face making him look like a melting butter sculpture. Gambit put in all his tokens in and the fat guy folded, I could smell the anger radiating off of the fat guy as he got up to leave the table. One of the girls left the flock and went over to the fat guy and whispered, "He was bluffing." The fat guy went berserk, he grabbed a gun from underneath his suit jacket and aimed it at Gambit, at the sight of the gun the girls ran away screaming while Gambit calmly finished taking the chips off the table.

I was surprised as I looked at Gambit for the first time a French man probably in his early to middle twenties. He had brown hair and a golden tan he was definitely handsome, however he had sunglasses on. I felt my eye-brow crinkling in confusion but I shrugged it off in time to step in front of the fat man's gun. He began to scream obscenity's at me and hollering at me to while hollering at his men to take out the 'filthy Cajun.' I smelt Gambits confusion as well as surprise as I took out all of the fat-man's guards while never moving from the fat guy's gun point. The fat-man began to holler profanity at me calling me a 'filthy mutant' and the 'scum of the earth.' I rolled my eye's and flung him into the table on the far side of the wall before whirling around and grabbing Gambit's hand and teleporting us out of there.

(Gambit's thoughts, I figured I would do his thoughts so you could see her from someone else's point of view. I will always tell you when the person's view changes. As always reviews are loved;)

Gambit glanced over at the girl who had grabbed him from the casino. She had a mysterious beauty that seemed to emit from her. She had short black hair that covered her left eye in thin layers, her eyes were sapphire blue and her lips were a dark luscious red. She had a natural golden brown tan and was at least five feet ten inches and there wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her from the look of it. Although she wasn't disgustingly muscled you could tell that she was fit the outfit she had on, a black tank-top and a pair of ripped jeans…Gambit's eye's widened as he realized that she wasn't wherein any shoes. Gambit pulled his gaze back up to her eye's although he did let his gaze linger a little first. "Cheri doesn't that hurt your feet?" Gambit asked as he reached out trying to feel out her emotions, he got a surprise though when he realized that he couldn't feel her emotions. Immediately his fight or flight instinct begin to kick in but as he got ready to whip out his staff and charge it she turned to him and spoke. "My name is Death. I want to know why you were on Stryker's island and if you know a man named Logan." Gambit was taken aback by her voice, it sounded like chocolate swirled with caramel. It took Gambit a minute to find his voice again before he answered her, "How about we have dinner and then Gambit tells you. Oui?"

(Star's point of view begins now. Also just to let you know I probably won't be changing point of view often unless someone notices something that you need to read =]

Star stared at Gambit she had noticed how his scent had changed to caution when she asked about Stryker's island and suspicion when she had asked about Logan. "No. We talk now and maybe I'll let you live. Gambit." Her knowledge of his name seemed to set him off as his smile which had been fading anyway, completely fell and he pulled out a metal staff which began to glow. Star looked at the staff then back at Gambit, "If you think that's going to scare me think again. I want to know why I smelt you on Stryker's island and what you know about Logan." Gambit apparently wasn't in a listening mood as he swung his staff at her. His face when the staff hit her blew up and she was still standing in the same place was priceless. However Gambit had gotten under her skin now and she used her telekinesis to grab him and hold him up in the air while separating him from anything that wasn't the clothes he was wearing.