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Chapter 10: Birds of a Feather

Deep in the Bayou of the Isles …

"How do I get myself in dese' situations?" Said the Cajun as he sighed.

"Beats me." Said the young foul mouthed teenager currently were surrounded by gunman.

"You boys sure know how to show an ole woman a good time." Said the older woman behind them as she looked frantically around her.

Remy cut his red eyes at the young man currently standing alongside of him in defense. After a few strange and random events, the Cajun had somehow managed to get captured trying to save the neck of the very individual that got him there in the first place. He took out a few cards and extended his staff.

"When I get us out o' here, I'm going ta' kill yo' boy!" Remy muttered as his mind began to wonder to the events that landed him in this place.

" Dear Lord...give me de strength." He muttered as he twirled his staff and went on the attack.

Earlier that week…

Remy was pissed to say the least on the new circumstances of his relationship with Mariah. So jacked up were they at the moment that he couldn't tell heads or tails of their relationship. The Cajun quickly rode on his bike to the one place that he would go to get away from it all, Tante's house.

He pulled his red Harley into another residential area where Tante resided. It took him years to talk her into moving from the outskirts of the city in the bayou to a more sensible area for a woman of her age. Tante had been around his whole life sense he was a wonderer...a common street rat.

He remembered when she would seemingly find him during the strangest and coincidental times in his youth. She would trick him into her care after her fail attempt to try to win him over with motherly love. She would house him, put clothes on his back, and food in his stomach when he needed it the most. She opened her little voodoo cabin in the bayou to him when he had no place to go and continued to be there for him much like a mother would up till his adulthood. He had learned that Tante was something he never encountered before. She was a true voodoo queen. But a good woman, she used her gifts only to help the good of the people and counter the wickedness of the evil ones that lurked the streets of New Orleans.

It wasn't until later when he had grown older that he found out Tante worked in a sense for his father as his insurance. She would use her gifts to see things and warn the guild about future happenings. In exchange his papa would keep the feds off her back by paying her dues and stopping the city's town's people from seizing everything she owned. Tante was very poor after a great hurricane came and took literally everything she had including the house her husband built with his bare hands. Homeless, Tante had found an old abandoned cabin in the deep bayou where she practiced her craft and opened her doors to anyone else seeking refuge. It is how he met her after all.

Remy smiled as he came onto a nice area with old French style housing. Finally his bike pulled in front of a pink structure with a beautiful garden in the front. He smiled remembering the day when he bought her this house. She had about had a heart attack, she was so happy and bewildered. Then she lit into him about using stolen city money to purchase it. Her gifts had told her everything she needed to know. She refused to take it but after many months of sweet talking from the great Remy Lebeau, she conceded like all the other femmes.

Remy cut off his bike and got off of it flickering his signature trench coat behind him. He walked up the side walk steps when he noticed that something wasn't quite right. He walked slowly up the concrete steps and took note of the dark house. Tante would've seen him coming and would've been at the door by now. He stepped up to the door and checked the door knob to see that it was open. Taking out his staff he extended it and took out a card as he slowly came into the house. As he crept into the foyer with the grace of a deadly feline, his eyes glow ablaze in the darkness of the house as he walked into the kitchen area.

He looked onto the kitchen counter and he saw a container of milk that had gone bad from the stench that assaulted him. A cutting board and pots with water and rotted vegetables sat on the stove idly. A few items were set out as if Tante was preparing for a meal that was interrupted. His beady red eyes scanned the area when they landed on something that sent his stomach churning. He briskly walked over to the wall near the phone that lay dangling off the hook, where a note was knifed into the wall.

Raging, Remy walked over and looked at the note. His blood boiled at what he saw and a cold sweat broke out at the circumstances that he was now under.

Tell us what you know and we will give her back to you. -A.G.

Pulling out a cigarette he immediately exited the house to look for the son of bitches that did this.

2 days later...

Remy…It's Mariah please come home.

Remy was listening to the messages on his cell phone and his heart broke at the defeated sound in his Cher's voice. He never wanted to hear this sound come from her. Especially over something he knew he caused. He was currently enjoying a smoke break in the alley way near Bourbon listening to his messages. He had been unable to talk to her with the search for his mother–like-figure going on.

Remy wasn't a complete jerk, without the fille' knowing he had returned to the house to find her lying at first in the room they shared. He needed to know she was ok especially when he didn't know where she went these days. Everything in his life seemed to crashing fast and the last thing he needed was for her to get taken as well. He would go mad if that was to ever happen. Another life taken out of his hands. It would be like the Antarctica incident all over again.

He knew the Assassin's Guild had taken her but where to, he had no clue. Belladonna's betrayal had left the guild exposed and so now they had new headquarters. Where that was, he was unsure of.

He began looking down at his phone and he pressed the redial button to call Mariah at the house when suddenly he was knocked sideways from a powerful force causing his phone to fly from his hand and hit the concrete splitting it in half.

"Mon Dieu!" Yelled the Cajun as he looked to see none other than some street thug run past him clutching a purse. He slanted his red eyes and quickly chased after him having every intention on making him pay for the damage he'd done if not financially then physically. He was just about to catch up when out of nowhere a young man came and front kicked the guy backwards into a dumpster.

"Asshole." Said the young man as he walked over to the dumpster and yanked the purse out of the now unconscious hands of the petty thief. He ruffled his black spiky hair with his left hand revealing his agitation. His clothes were baggy and dirty indicating his harsh lifestyle. He looked at the purse and dug around to see if there was an I.D ranting about low life's and lazy bastards.

Clapping interrupted the young man from his rant as he looked up. His eyes widened to see none other than the infamous Diablo Blanc standing in front of him with eyes glowing amongst the darkness. Shocked the boy's mouth slid open and his eyes slightly bugged. A smile tugged the boy's mouth at remembrance of his childhood hero.

"Well Chris, we meet again. And you've seemed ta' get a lot mo' stronger since yo' were a boy."

The young teenager identified as Chris looked up at his idol with a playful smirk. "Got ta keep up fo' da ladies." He remarked as he brushed his hair back. "Yo, Remy! Long time no see!" He said as he came over to dap the Cajun.

Remy was shocked to see the boy that he would see at the city orphanage no longer a child but almost an adult. He had come across the young boy when he realized he was a mutant and he tried to talk him into attending the institute. But the boy ran away before he could even get to him. Chris had a special ability of extreme muscle memory. If he saw something he'd remember it forever, including copying movements. The boy was jumping like a gymnast all over the orphanage when he came to visit the young ones. But as things got more critical at the institute he barely had time to come visit.

"How yo' doin' boy! Staying out o' trouble I hope." Remy said smiling at the young man.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Chris grumbled. "Aye did yo' get Tante yet?"

Remy's eyes instantly slanted as his words. "It seems dat' my good friends the Assassin's Guild has a new hide away. Care to tell me somethin'. I kno' yo' boy, out wit it!."

Chris smirked at the Cajun. "I saw yo' at de lawyer's office de' other day. So did de Assassins. Rumors were floatin' all round dis town bout how yo' were back wit some hot chick! I heard she is smoking!"

"Oui monsieur get to de point." Remy said not really wanting to hear what sinful thoughts the men of this town thought of his young fille back home.

"Oh! I followed em an' I listened in on their conversation. All I got was their new hide out near de' creek at de old fishing docks. But nutin else. Dey weren't specific so it could be anywhere along de great Mississippi o' de bay. "

"Merde!" Remy said as he pulled on his cigarette. Its embers burned nearly down to the end. He took it out and flicked it downward stepping on it to put it out. It seemed these days he was chain smoking instead of trying to quit. His habit had kicked up to a whole new level it seemed. "What would a young boy like yo' be doin' out dere by yourself?"

Chris laughed nervously a little bit before taking a step away. "Oh would yo' look at de time. Got ta' go!" He then immediately turned on his heel to run but was quickly yanked back by the scruff of his shirt.

"Where yo' tink yo' goin' boy?" Remy said as he held him up high above the ground. "Remy asked yo' a question an' I suggest yo' answer correctly."

The young man struggled but his strength has developed to the level of Remy's yet. He couldn't quite control his gift so at the moment he couldn't copy the Cajuns strength to let him go. "Ok! Look, tings' haven't been so great round here since yo' left. The Assassins took me out o' de orphanage when I outgrew de system." Remy dropped him watching the young man seemingly fix himself.

"Dey offered me a job. Now I didn't feel comfortable wit what dey wanted me ta' do so I pissed em off and ran. Since then I've been hidin' out at Tante's house. But one night I came home an' she was gone. I tried ta' look for her myself but every time I get close ta something I hit a dead end!"

Remy listened and digested what the boy said. This smelt like trouble but he couldn't deny the boy had intel that he seemed to be lost at these days. "What yo' kno?"

Chris sighed. "I managed ta narrow it down ta three places. I looked all over dis city and from snoopin' and pickin' up conversation she has ta' be at one of dese locations. Either the ports at the Venetian Isles, The Fly Park, or Harbor Drive."

Remy thought on this. It seemed his work had been cut out for him. Now he just had to narrow down exactly which port of the three she would be located. His red eyes scanned the alley way and both men's eyes darted to the side as their petty purse thief began to awaken. Remy quickly walked over to the dumpster and closed it. He pulled out another cigarette before looking back at the young boy still holding onto the purse.

"Yo' betta return dat boy! Real tiefs don't steal pocket change." He said as he smirked.

"Yeah yeah yeah! You sound just like Momma Tante. Always orderin' people round o' makin' em do stuff." Complained the young teenager as he waved the purse around. "Besides, Momma Tante prob is chantin up sometin on me if I don't return it."

Remy nodded and waved as he began to walk back to his bike. "Hey were yo' goin!" Yelled Chris as he caught up to the Cajun man. "I can help yo' find her if yo' give me a chance!"

Remy stopped walking and turned around to truly look at the boy. He looked tired, rugged, and a little beat up. He had a scar going across his cheek indicating a recent altercation. It was like looking at a younger version of himself really. The wonders of what a good bath and a meal would do the boy. Remy sighed and before he realized it he took out another cigarette and began to light it with his lighter. The fluid in it was causing it to flicker. Finally after a few attempts in blazed and set fire to the cigarette. He pulled on it strongly feeling the smoke fill up his lungs before exhaling and looking at the boy with a final decision.

"Well boy…" He said still exhaling the little smoke left. "She aint goin' ta save herself. We start at de Harbor." And with that said he turned around and headed towards spot number one on the list.

For those that don't know. In the comics, Rogue betrayed Remy and left him to die in Antarctica. He tried to save lives but Rogue turned on him thinking he was a monster that killed people there when he was the one trying to save them but his hard efforts were unfortunately unsuccessful and people died along with a child that he held in his arms.

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