Made a Wrong Turn

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Remy fussed with the buttons on his jacket. It was then, as he took his place on the alter, that he knew he couldn't do this. He just felt wrong being here as if he were almost cheating which was odd for him since amoral people barely held a simblance of a conscience.

He. He just knew. He had known. The girl he wanted to marry was not the same woman he proposed to. The Bella he knew didn't look down on everything as if it were dirt beneath her shoe. The Bella he knew may had killed people, but she still had a soul. She was alive. Her heart was warm. Her smile almost blinding. The depths of her eyes far outstretching any ocean.

The woman he returned to was a barbie. Hollow on the inside, beautiful on the outside. Bella used to never look down on him, on his ways, on his life choices. How could she look down on him when she was an assassain? She should had been one of the few persons in the world who accepted him for what he is. The moment he placed the ring on she had done everything to change him. If she wanted him changed so badly that meant she didn't really want him. She wanted a man to become putty in her hands that she could freely mold and fire in a kiln.

He couldn't be that for her. He could never be what she wanted. Although to be fair maybe she wasn't the only one to change. He grew up too. He wasn't the teenager he once was. Could this be the reason? Did a halo of ignorance or teenager hormones keep them together in the first place?

"Remy?" JeanLuc walked to him.

"What?"

"You look a second from boltin outta here."

"I ..." he looked away.

His mother-in-law, Janet, came over to him, "You don't have to do this Remy."

"I ..." he stuttered again when the music picked up and the doors opened revealing Bella. He expected this to be the moment that took his breath away. Of course she was stunning, but her alore had faded.

She seemed to notice something was wrong. She released her father's arm to strut down the aisle. Gambit caught up with her stopping her mid sprint.

"Remy what is going on? Why are they up there?"

He noticed that when she said they she said it as if they were vermin. That's how she always talked about his family nowadays. How she talked about what few things he cared about in his life, "Don't mind them."

"Oh," she didn't remove her eyes from them,"Well I'll just go back over there and restart."

Grabbing her forearm, "Bella."

She turned to look at him. It was the moment that she realised. That she knew. Remy LeBeau would not be settling down today. With tears in her eyes, "Remy please! Remy please don't."

Removing his hands from her, "Bella we can't do this. I don't want to play pretend wit you anymore. We were so happy back then."

"We are happy now!" she cried harder almost reminding him of the Bella he once knew.

"Bells we are adults. We don't have to lie to each other anymore," he kissed her hand, "I know that you have noticed too. That there's somethin different between us. As if we're bein pulled apart. That's why yer tryin so hard ta make me a different man and I've been tryin so hard ta be te man ya want me to be."

Hiccuping, "We can still work." she raised her veil fully wipping her tears away.

Shaking his head, "Remember when we aint have ta try ta be tagether? When it was natural. If we get married now we'll only hurt each other in te end. I have ta let ya go Bells. Because I once loved ya is why I'm lettin ya go now."

"Tell me," her make up half on her gloves, "Did you ... did you fall in love with her."

It was clear between the two of them who the her was, "I did."

"Why!" she shrieked, "Why!"

"Because when I saw her I knew."

"You knew huh? Well then go! Leave! You bastard," she shrieked at him pushing him back with her hands, "Go! Go back to yer damn swamps, that raggity ass house, go back ta nothin, go back ta a life without me!" she smacked him before falling to her knees. Crying desperately into her hands.

Gambit knew he had hurt her, but also knew that he'd hurt her more if they stayed together. Looking up he saw a few Bordeaux men standing. He watched them pull out guns. Bella stopped her sobbing for only a moment, "Run fool." was all she said.

Gambit flung a few cards at them noticing out of the corner of his eye that his family was making a hasty retreat. He also decided to leave. Luckily he found a bathroom with a broken window. How convienent. Pulling himself out he climbed with the grace of a primate to the ground.

In no time he made it to the parking lot. As he headed to the cars he saw Bella being escorted back to the limo she arrived in. Her pained eyed made contact with his briefly. Her mascara a river flowing down her cheeks to the tip of her dress. A man tried to push her in the limo. Stepping infront of him she removed her glove to outstretch her right hand mouthing the word run before she shot a blast at him.

Seeing as she had done that to him plenty of times he dodged it and ran managing to 'borrow' a motorcycle at the end of the row closest to the exit. He drove throwing cards at his assailants until he ran out and was cornered atop a hill.

Out of the limo came Bella along with her driver that doubled as a guard.

"No one should die today." the driver said.

"Yer right bout tat." Gambit said looking at them.

"That is why Mr. LeBeau that I'll give you two options. Option one you come back to the church and marry Lady Bordeaux. Option two you die."

He looked at Bella, "We weren't meant for each other. Someday you will see that," looking back at the driver, "Shoot me if ya can."

[Bullet sound]

Gambit watched as the driver fell to the ground. Bella shot him in the head. Behind her the others began to pull up, "How long," she demanded, "How long did you know that this wouldn't work out?"

"When I came back. I knew long before her."

Bella nodded before training her gun on him.

"It's like that?" he asked her with a smirk.

Smirking back, "Oh it's like that." she shot exactly six bullets at him with deadly aim. He had never done this before. It was a theory of course, but there might not be another time to try it. The launching of a bullet requires kinetic energy.

Reaching his hand out he saw Bella's look of surprise. Before the bullets hit him they glowed red and blew up. In the confusion he jumped landing in a swamp. Avoiding gators he made his way back to land and took off. Not another thought of Bella in his mind.

He managed to make it home. His father gave him a wallet after he changed his clothes. His Mother-in-law handing him the keys to his motorcycle. Behind him his brothers were in JeanLuc's car with guns.

"Remy we'll escort you to te border. From there you're on your own."

Gambit nodded before kicking off and driving away. Leaving Lousiana was hard, but manageable. JeanLuc was one hell of a driver especialy if you shot his car enough. Passing into Mississippi he didn't stop unless he needed gas or food.

In Tennessee he stopped for lunch feeling like shit. He may not had loved Bella anymore, but it hurt to see her in pain. Also he didn't know where Anna was. He was so stupid for leaving her in that hotel room. He should had stood his ground. Told her that he loved her. And where was he now? Hiding from Bordeaux assassains and eating sloppy burgers at rest stops.

Emptying his pocket for a spare quarter to pay the lady without breaking a bill or flirting his way out of it he saw a card. A buisness card. Her buisness card. It had a New York address. He quickly paid his tab and headed her way. Remy didn't know what he wanted to do, but he did know he wanted to be with her. To see her. To hold her. What was wrong with him? He couldn't help but wonder how a ladiesman such as himself had become tamed by a woman he barely knew.

Searching

The place was empty. Damnit. He would not stand for this. He searched the windows until he spotted a realtors name and phone number so he called. A lady answered saying she could find the information for a fee.

When he got there she demanded money. Instead he banged the answer out of her. He left with her blessings and personal cell number not that he needed it. The next place he found was in Massachusetts. Luckily, that place was opened. At the desk sat a young girl with blonde hair.

"Morning sir how may I help you?"

"I'm lookin fer Ms. Darkholme."

"Oh she's on vacation."

"Where?"

"Trust me if I knew that I'd be calling her now. I hate when she's not here. Everyone is nearly cursing me out over the phone and the people who come in here." she shook her head.

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Her vacations usually last two weeks."

"DO you have her home address then?"

"Does she have yours?" The girl looked nervous.

"Nevermind."

Upset he decided to contact an old friend of his, Rowan who had a way with computers. He gave Rowan her name and time to let him get to work. A few days later he came back.

"Well?" he asked impatiently.

"It's funny. You see Anna Darkholme doesn't show up anywhere Gambit. No birth certificate, SSN, nothing."

"That is weird. Did ya find anythang?"

He smiled, "Oh yeah, it appears that her name, Rogue you say her brother calls her shows up in the W.W.M.F."

"Te what?" he took a seat.

"The World Wide Mutant Files. You're on her too dude."

"Can ya delete me off?"

"Will do. Anyway Rogue is a mutant who jumped from category two to four practically overnight. Her strengths involve absorbtion by skin contact, flight, and superstrength. Her exact whereabouts are unknown, but it does say she frequents Charles Xavier's Institute for the Gifted. It's not too far from here if you have a pair of wheels thatis."

"Anythang else?"

"Nope. Not yet. It's so strange. It seems the earliest she can be tracked on computer is the ninth grade. Before that it's as if she didn't exist ..."

"Keep at it," Remy rose from his chair as Rowan printed out the instructions, "Call me if you find anythang else out."

"Will do. Oh and should I delete her off the W.W.M.F. as well?" He nodded.

A few hours later found him at the mansion. But she wasn't there. He had watched people coming and going for a week and still she had not arrived. Deciding she wasn't going to show he headed off to attend to some buisness overseas to clear his head.

September

Rowan called. He had an address. As fast as he could he got there ringing the doorbell a few times. Judging by the amount of mail she had yet to come home. Defeated he decided to hide in his car across the street. A proper stakeout was in order. By midnite his eyes grew heavy. He fell asleep on the silent street.

A dog barking caused him to awake. Looking at his watch he saw it was a little after six. He sat up to see if anything had changed. Nothing seemed out of sorts except for a light on the top floor that wasn't there before. More eager than a man his age should be he ran to the door and knocked with all his might. When that didn't work he gave a casual glance at the still sleepy street before breaking in through the window.

Not the smartest idea since he could had just melted it away with his powers. Shaking his head at himself he heard the flick of the switch. Then saw her.

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