THANK YOU FOR WAITING! hahaha
i was in a disappointed-upset kind of mood when the idea popped up. Maybe I just wanted someone to be severely punished... ah well, someone dies in this chap!
Guess who!
i think i'm sane now. Enjoy! =D
Living the X-Men Life 10
Welcome to the X-Men.
Remy clasped his hands behind his head as he lay down to sleep. Ah, the life he lived. He was beginning to like this place; in fact, he might just fit in after a few more weeks or so.
Yawn.
Dinner was fun. What with Logan, Ororo and even the Professor eyeing how he and Rogue would interact over the dinner table. So were the rest of the kids ever eager to see what funny thing might happen. Sadly, he had to disappoint them.
First, he and Rogue made a grand entrance by jumping into the dining room on the dot. Everybody turned. But the Professor was kind enough to let them at the table and eat up whatever Logan had reserved for them, grudgingly or so it seemed. Apparently a Friday dinner was unofficial family time, when the older students would cook up something each for the table. Remy figured he had better keep his opinion, including facial expressions, to himself when he was served the infamous 'Spicy Enchiladas in Black Beans covered in Kitty's special sauce' if he wanted to remain in the room. He has got to cook something for these poor people someday.
Second, he and Rogue had to give morally decent answers when anyone asked "SO how did it go?" although she had probably made things more conspicuous by casting swift, assurance-demanding glances his way. He chose to keep his eyes to his plate or to another face; instead he sent replies with his foot under the table. Nothing sexual about it though. No one should know that this virgin girl liked it rough. Yeow. The very thought of their make-out...
Third, he and Rogue decided to keep their business to themselves tonight. He would go to his room and she would go to hers. No escapades, no funny scenes. Damn.
Yeah, tout va bien (everything is fine).
Yawn.
Sometime in the middle of the night...
OW! MÉRDE THAT HURT!
What bit me? Remy reached for the light. But his arm was not responding to his brain. Weird. May be it was asleep. He turned his head. But his neck was not responding either. What is this? He began to panic a little and tried to find his voice.
"Something wrong?" The female voice came from a shadow that suddenly started growing across his bed up to the cupboard. It was a cross between seductive and sly. If snakes could talk, they would sound exactly as that. And this woman was more snake-like in her two-legged form than when she is slithering on her belly.
Mystique.
Her hand found his chin and tilted his face toward her. His head rolled over and there was the creepy lady in scaly blue skin. "Do you know who I am?"
Rogue and poor Nightcrawler's lousy mother. What did you do to me, woman? Why can't Ah speak?!
She must have read his mind and held up a syringe in the dark. It was empty. Ho shit. "I'm not a doctor, but I presume that the artery on your neck would serve as access to your bloodstream. The poison itself will not kill you in a minute so don't give me those puppy dog eyes. In fact, you'll probably still be panicking tomorrow morning until somebody takes it into their head to wake you up. It will first disable your muscles then in six hours your nerves will fail, in other words, permanent paralysis. When the paralysis effect reaches your brain, bon voyage, Mister LeBeau." She sat on the bed.
PUTAIN! WHY?! WHAT THE HELL DOES ANY OF YOUR PROBLEMS HAVE TO DO WITH ME?!
"I have been waiting to get my daughter back, if not my son." Oh great, and where do Ah come in? "I have been waiting for the opportune moment for months, but nothing and no one was able to draw out her heart the way you have." It was just a couple of make-outs! And one little cuddle! "Once you are gone, she will be vulnerable and helpless as before and I can take her in." You are a wonderful mother. No wonder your children love you so. "She will run again, unable to remain where you died, straight into my arms."
What kind of drugs have you been taking? You're bloody delirious, woman! Tu est fou à lier (You're totally mad)!
"Oh, I'm not crazy." Are you so sure? Must be heroin or marijuana. "I just want to continue what I have started." You have no life, seriously.
With that, she morphed into something very small and squeaky and climbed over his body. There was nothing humorous about being tickled by a rat that was out to end your life. She disappeared.
In six hours, in six God-damned hours he was gonna die. Shit, what time is it?
When sunlight begins to flood the room...
That's it. His fingers and toes have gone completely numb. Oh God, send somebody! Get Rogue worried that he ain't awake yet! Lord, do something!
"Not a sound." Colossus! That could only be Piotr outside his door! Who was he talking to?
"Nothin'?" ROGUE! SWEET, WONDERFUL ROGUE! Oh, Jesus, are you for real?
"I agree he is not usually so late in the mornings." YES YES!
"Should we check on him?" YES YES YES!
"I would not like to disturb him. He is not quite a morning person." NO NO!
"Well, Ah'm just gonna try anyway." Knock knock. "Remy! You alright?" DAMN IT, JUST KNOCK DOWN THE DOOR!
"He must still be asleep." OH YEAH, AH WILL BE SLEEPING VERY SOON. FOREVER.
Knock knock knock. NO NO NO! "Remy! ... What now?"
"I could check for you. Excuse me." The door opened a crack. "Remy?" The door closed. "He does not stir."
"Can you poke him?"
Pause. AN AGONISING GOD-DAMNNED PAUSE. "If you think it would help." Okay, he's coming over. "Remy? You're awake!"
Ah gotta try and make a sound. "Psssss...!"
Piotr stared at him.
"PSSSSS...!"
"Are you alright?"
"Ehheet! Uhh eyeing erh! (Dammit, I'm dying here)"
Piotr now looked puzzled. "Remy, please don't make funny sounds when I'm in your room, I'm strai-"
"GNATS KNOR EE OIN!! (THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!)"
This time it was Rogue who looked puzzled. "What's wrong with him?" TOUCH ME CHÉRI! ABSORB MY THOUGHTS!! "Should I absorb his thoughts?" OUI! MON AMOUR (MY LOVE)! DO IT! DO ME NOW!
"He does look constipated, maybe." AH HATE THIS WORD AND EVERYONE IN IT, except you, Chéri.
"Well," DON'T HESITATE! DON'T HESITATE! "Remy, it's just gonna be a tiny tap..." She undid her glove.
OH YES, TAKE IT OFF CHÉRI! TAKE IT OFF! "Ehhhhhgh..." he groaned. Whoa, Ah forgot how much that hurts.
Rogue stumbled back a bit and Piotr held her shoulder to stable her. Grrr... Sure Piotr ain't the type but Remy's brain was not exactly functioning properly.
"Oh God!" Rogue whispered. A very dark, very haunting expression passed over her face before she turned away from him. Kinda scary that. "Colossus, he's been poisoned!"
"ах нет (Oh no). I'll carry him to the hospital room." Remy-in-boxers was tossed onto the Russian giant's shoulder. Oof, hey! Easy on the goods, Muscles! Ah'm not a piece of meat!
Hey, but at least that means Ah can still feel. Now my ass is nicely displayed in the air. Great, Ah feel so dignified! Ooh, Rogue are you lookin' this way, Chéri?
Under five minutes, he was lying under the covers in a bed in the famous hospitalisation room, with its white walls and charming surgery room atmosphere. There was the Professor, Jean, that big blue beast McCoy, Rogue and Piotr gathered over him, asking questions, took his blood sample, and in general, doing nothing immediate to help him. What could make it any worse? Oh yeah, he was as useless as a mute vegetable – he could not even make a funny snort to get their attention now. His eyes darted from person to person in extreme alarm.
Jean had to ask, "How d'you know about the hospitalisation room?"
Remy noted Piotr blushing shamefully. Magneto and his blueprints of the Institute back in the old days. DON'T WASTE MY BLOODY TIME!
"HEY!" Rogue yelled above everyone's off-topic chattering. GOOD GIRL!"He's dyin' here!" YOU TOOK THE WORDS AND TONE RIGHT OUT OF MY NEAR-DEATH MOUTH. "Got any ideas?!"
McCoy shook his head. OH NO NO NO! DON'T SHAKE YOUR HEAD ON ME! "I can't trace it. His body must have absorbed all the poison." he said quietly, lifting his head from the microscope or whatever that fragile gadget was. I AM DEAD. WHOSE BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO COME TO THE INSTITUTE? "Professor, do you know any mutants with the ability to heal?"
NO! GUYS, STOP SHAKING YOUR HEADS!"None with the specific talent." said the Professor. "But, there is someone who can alter reality and take control of any physical situation."
"Wanda." Rogue piped in before the rest could register what the Professor had said.
OH GOD, THE SCARLET WITCH. JUST SHOOT ME WHILE YOU'RE AT IT! His eyes went berserk in his sockets.
"Relax, Remy. Professor, Ah'll get her." She took out her phone and had her friend on the line. "Wanda... Rogue... It's an emergency! Rem – Gambit's been poisoned and nobody knows a shit what it is... No... You don't know how? Please! ... Hey, shut that screamin' over there! ... Pyro... Oh God, thank you!" She signalled the OK GAMBIT WON'T BE DYING TODAY. MERCI MON DIEU (THANK YOU GOD). He wished he could jump around but if he could he would not be in this mess and there would be nothing to jump for. Ouch. Thinking hurts. "I owe you... Bring Pyro? What for? ... Yeah, sure. See yah." She hung up.
He fixed his eyes on Rogue. Oh God, Rogue... How can Ah ever return the favour? Ah don't think Ah ever said this to any woman before –
Rogue glanced at him, blinked a blanked face then turned to the others. Hey, does my confession matter so little to you, Chéri? "Mystique did it." she said plainly, in almost controlled monotony. Oh. She must be hurting very bad right now.
"Do you know why?" asked the Professor.
"No." Remy stared questioningly at her. It smelt like a lie. She had absorbed his most recent thoughts and memories, how could she not know? "It was very brief contact. The only thing Ah got in mah head is his voice repeatin' 'Poison poison! Ah'm dyin'!'" Oh, alright. He guessed his panic attack must have overthrown everything else that was not related to death.
Quiet. Nobody wanted to provoke the moment lest a certain adopted daughter exploded like an angry bomb. Abruptly she turned and left the room. That cannot be a good sign. It meant that she knew why. Remy's eyes travelled to each remaining person's face, wondering if anyone else saw what he saw. Non, personne ne le sait (No, nobody knows).
Ah should get someone to follow her before she does something completely impulsive and stupid, maybe with homicidal results. HELLO! Can someone notice my eyeballs rolling around? No, everyone was absorbed in their discussion of Mystique's motives. Mérde!
Running footsteps was coming this way.
"REMY!!!!!" screamed an all too familiar, Australian accented voice.
Oh no, Pyro, you maniac! Before he registered the orange-flamed hair in his face, his bare throat was seized and he was violently shaken like a rag doll. Ah. Can't. Breathe!
"DON'T DIE ON ME, MATE!"
Ack. Ack. Ah am about to if you don't quit stranglin' me like that!
"I KNOW I NEVER SAID THIS TO YOU BEFORE BUT I ALWAYS SUPPORTED YOU AND THAT RED HEAD!" He turned away to Jean and said, "Not you, I mean Rogue." Then back to Remy. "I KNOW THIS SOUNDS FAG-ISH BUT YOU'RE MY BEST MATE EVER! LIKE THAT TIME YOU GOT MY HEAD OUT OF TOILET? AND THAT OTHER TIME WHEN I LOCKED MYSELF IN THE FREEZER? REMEMBER THAT TIME WE RAIDED OLD MAG'S BOX AND WE WERE ALMOST CAUGHT THEN YOU PLANTED ALL THAT EVIDENCE ON SABRETOOTH AND WE DIDN'T GET SCREWED? AND YOU ALWAYS TOOK ME TO AN ABANDONED JUNKYARD SO I CAN BURN STUFF WITHOUT LOSING MY JOB! OH GOD, REMY, I LOVE YOU, MATE!" And he hugged him.
Ooh... the room is spinning. Alright, Ah'm touched but Ah'm still dyin' here, you stupid faggot! Remy's eyes rolled to Piotr, whose face was contorted with silent laughter. Not funny, Muscles. Get him off me!
Piotr understood that look and tore the Australian from the Cajun. That was some nasty touching. Remy would have shivered at the thought of sharing a passionate hug with another male if he could. Oh good! Here's Wanda getting over to him. C'mon, don't eye me and him like that! You can have John, he's all yours alright?
"I'm not sure if I can do it, Professor." she muttered. "I don't have the slightest idea how. And where's Rogue?"
"Rogue needed some time alone." Professor Xavier replied calmly to the Maximoff girl. "This is only a suggestion, but perhaps skin contact would make it easier for your powers to make an effect."
"Okay, I'll give it a shot." Then she frowned on Remy. W-What? "Can you guys get him unconscious? I don't feel comfortable with this at all."
Great. Another syringe of another unnatural substance in his body. Ouch! ... Ooh... Ah... Yawn!
A blackout later...
He numbly felt a woman's hand on his forehead and on his chest. The pressure slowly became more real until consciousness allowed him to feel nothing under his back. His fingers felt no sheets, his head no cushion and a chill caressing his bare skin. He could feel! He let a line of vision into his eyes then shot them open with a groan. He could speak! He gave his head a small shake. He could move!
"Hey!" growled a deep, female voice. "Stay still!"
Oh, right, the Scarlet Witch was working. He shut himself up. He felt himself descending and a bed under him. He must have been floating half a foot above the bed.
She gave a heavy sigh and removed her hands. John ran and grabbed a chair for her to sit. Then – NO...!
He jumped on Remy again. "REMY!!!!!" Ack. "YOU'RE ALIVE!"
"Appreciate it." Remy muttered. Ah'll just... pat his back.
"Good to have you back." Piotr smiled with a raw, unmistakable sigh of relief.
"Good to be back." Yeah, it was. Ah never thought Ah would owe a Maximoff my life. "Wanda." Better to say it sitting up. "Thanks." She grumbled something he could not catch. "You alright?"
"I'm drained." She slouched over. "John, hands off!"
"Why?" Pyro whined. "I just wanna help you!"
"'Cos you hugged him."
Hey, hey, hey! Don't you get any ideas. "How'd you get here so fast?"
"I drove and she flew Lance's jeep over the traffic." John grinned. Wow, and looks like he did not crash the vehicle this time. Having a woman in his life has done him good. Meanwhile, Remy was nearly killed.
Speaking of which, Rogue was not here. "Where's Rogue?" he asked no one in particular.
"She is in her room." McCoy answered. "But I think the question is how do you feel?"
"Pretty good." Remy stretched. Time Ah got out of here and find out what that girl is up to.
"Well, we all agree you should stay here until tomorrow." Well, that sucks. "It would be easier to keep an eye on you in case Mystique tries her shenanigan again." That is a very discreet way of saying Wanda may not have done a complete job.
Ah'll trust them. "Fine."
"Well, mate!" John slapped Remy's shoulder. "Prof, can me and Wanda stick around the undead Cajun?"
Professor Xavier smiled. "Of course."
Bah.
"But, could you all wait outside while Jean and I speak to Remy about this poisoning case?"
Uh oh. Trouble's on me. Everyone cleared out in a jiff, leaving Gambit and the two telepaths of the house.
"Like Rogue said," Remy decided to start it. "Mystique did it. To get her daughter back."
The telepaths exchanged glances. "Rogue didn't say that last part." Jean noted.
Keep it secret. "Ah wasn't thinkin' it when she absorbed my thoughts. True, Ah was obsessed with death at that point."
"Rogue's reaction to the knowledge she absorbed had a large effect on her, rather alike the times when Mystique had made use of her." Xavier was cross-questioning him.
"Experience tells me just knowin' whodunnit would get her upset."
"Let's have the story from the top."
Sigh. Here we go! So he spilled 90% of the beans to them and added some peanuts to fill in the blanks. And they bought the mash-up. Whew.
"Mystique is bound to try again." Jean concluded. How wise of you.
"Perhaps." replied the Professor. "What do you think?"
"Ah think she ain't doin' it anytime soon." She is crazy, but not stupid. "Or eva again. She knows if Ah live Ah'll tell the tale. If she comes back, she'll need the hospital, not me."
"Good answer. Rest well." Just as he left, he pointed to a corner of the wall. "There's a camera monitoring the entire room, just so we know you are safe. Then again, there's an intercom on that remote control attached to your bed if you need anything urgent."
And he was left alone. And already he was bored. He pulled the covers over to get the sleep he had missed.
"Hey Remy!" came an Australian accent. Alright, Ah'm not bored!
"You clods are pretty close." Wanda said, arms hanging at her sides instead of crossed. She looked almost like she was in a sweet temper.
So was that a trick question? "Too close." he replied with a grin at John.
"I didn't think you guys cared either way." She sat down on the chair. "I always thought you were just teammates who had to tolerate one another. Like back at the Brotherhood. They don't take anything seriously, except for Lance."
"We were at first!" quirked Pyro, sitting on the bed. Hey, who invited you? "Then he got my head out of the toilet and we kinda buddied up!"
Wanda grimaced, "What was your head doing in the toilet anyway?"
Remy poked John with his foot. Females should not know. "Don't ask."
"Don't think I wanna know either..."
"Er, yeah." Pyro blushed, twiddling his thumbs.
Change topic. "Hey, Ah didn't puff yesterday." Remy told John.
"Don't believe you." John grinned. "What stopped you?"
"A bunch of pansies stopping us from watching Avatar© and Ah guess, Rogue herself."
"Mate, you're gettin' soft!"
"Oh yeah? Who's the one not burning down a building yet in 72 hours?" He cocked his head toward Wanda.
"I'll burn your sheets."
"Better to burn hers, non?"
"Shut up."
"Yeah, shut up." Wanda butted in. Alright, alright, don't kill me after saving me.
"By the way," Pyro had a funny smile on. "You and Rogue are on YouTube for that movie thing. It's in today's paper. Heading? Bayville Mutants Earn 15million views Overnight. How about that?"
"Bande d'enfoirés (Bloody bastards). Don't they got anythin' better to do?"
"No." replied Wanda. "It's on the front page too."
"Ah, sorry I brought it up." Pyro fished a pack of cards from his pocket. "Big Blue thought this might help pass the time. He said you looked unhappy that you're cooped up. Do the honours?"
Halfway through the silent game, Wanda laid down a Royal Flush.
What the... "How in hell did you do that?" Remy said slowly and menacingly. No way had this teen girl just got me on mah own game.
She blinked.
"Isn't she clever?" Pyro quipped, laying down his cards. "Clever, pretty and very caring."
"You think so?" Her eyes were locked on John.
Remy knew that look. Ooh, it was the look that a girl gives a guy when she's turned –
"I know so." Pyro answered, goofily, but his gaze had the same signal.
Oh no, not here please. "Could you take this outside?"
Too late. They were kissing right in front of Remy. If it was just a brief nip, he would not have minded at all. But John had leaned over her and they were lip-locked, cards dropped over the floor. It was alright still, it was alright. Until the tonguing started and everything was a-moaning and a-groaning. Remy grinned, picked up the cards and began shuffling them around.
"Oi!" He laughed as the make-out spilled onto his bed. They are gonna need space so he sat himself in a corner, watching the heated love fest and loving the passion. Hey, it was a free peep show.
Rogue came in after John and girlfriend left (red-faced and their body temperatures raised). Thank God! He needed a dose of sanity right about now.
"What're you doin'?" she asked. Curiously, her tone was light hearted.
"Maybe Logan's behind those lens." He gave a last wave at the camera and grinned.
"You don't want a death encounter from him." she joked and sat on the chair Wanda and Pyro just had their make out on. "How you feelin'?"
"Would've felt better if it was your face and not the Scarlet Witch's Ah saw at first sight."
No, seriously, where have you been? "Ah was... Knowin' it was Mystique... Ah just needed time alone."
"In your room?" Were you really alone?
"Ah had the music on."
"Rogue..." Don't lie to me.
"Can we change the subject please?"
Sigh. Not today then. "Alright." Then he threw in a smile. "This is the first Saturday Ah'm spendin' indoors."
"Where'd you go?"
"No agenda. Just gettin' out. You don't go anywhere?"
"Ah used to, until this discrimination thing started." Oi, Chéri, you just killed the convo. She fingered the sheets. "Ah got stuck here too. A year ago, when mah power's went outta control."
Ooh, new topic. "You tellin' me Ah'm in the same bed you slept in?"
She forced down a smile. "Yeah."
"So we're sharin' a bed."
"In a way."
"Too bad for the camera." Like Ah give a damn.
"Too bad for the camera." Like she gave a damn.
"There's space for two."
"Then move your ass."
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so did you manage to guess who died? NO! NOT REMY I WILL NEVER KILL OFF THE SEXY CAJUN! YOU PEOPLE WILL KILL ME If I TRIED! hahaha
hmmm...wonder who is on watch duty on the camera... hahaha yay REVIEW THIS CHAPTER PLEASE DON'T JUST SET FAVOURITES&ALERTS! MERCI!