There was a dripping noise. One drop falling and hitting the ground at a steady rhythm. Drip, drip, drip. And the whole world was black or white, one or the other. That's all he could see. Just like all he could feel was hot or freezing cold, both a kind of pain. What he smelled was blood, fresh and old, and you could smell that antiseptic smell of the drugs they used, and of the bleach they used to clean the spotless white floors. Spotless only where it wasn't stained wit blood.
And then there were the screams, the ones from those so unwilling to be here, like he himself.
But that cruel, sinister man didn't care. Not that all of this was torture to Remy LeBeau, or that Remy could feel every cut and incision he made to his body. The man was drawing blood from him, and taking samples from the blood he was losing now.
And the man was smiling. He actually looked pleased with what he was doing to Remy's body. Why didn't he stop? Didn't he know how much pain Remy was going through? Didn't he understand?
Of course he did, judging by that smile on his face. The man was aware of exactly what he was doing. At one point Remy saw his eyes.
Red.
Just like his.
The man began to laugh, and that's when Remy woke up.
The blackness from the still night time hours was everywhere, surrounding him, crushing him. He couldn't get out, he couldn't escape. He was hyperventilating. It was just a dream, he told himself, but he couldn't believe it.
He needed a light, in more ways then one.
He fumbled around on his night stand for the lamp, when his hand hit something hard and he heard a crash.
"Merde!" Remy cursed, still breathing heavily, grabbing the nearest thing on his nightstand and charging it. It glowed a faint, fuchsia-pink light, enough that he could see that he was still in his own room, and that the lamp from his side table lay broken on the floor. He cussed again.
He knew that he should draw the kinetic charge back in from whatever object was in his hand, but he couldn't. Not just yet. He still needed to see.
He pushed back the covers and jumped out of his bed, making his way to the pile of clothes he had thrown off hours before. He searched his jean pockets for his cell phone. He needed to make a call, just to make sure.
He wasn't just worried about himself, there was a Rogue out there who had no idea how much she needed someone to take care of her for once. And this was only a precaution, since he knew how capable she was. Just insurance that she was all right.
He couldn't have the same thing happen to her that he went through, even if she thought she could protect herself. He knew that, to a point, she could, but he had this feeling ever since she left…
And was Remy said, this was only a precaution. Besides it's been a while since he had bossed someone around. Finally finding his phone, in a very strange place, he dialed the one number only his family knew.
It rang a couple times, and then some more, and then a yawning female voice answered, "'Ello?"
Remy froze, just for a second because he hadn't heard that voice in so long, before breaking out into a smile. "Tante Mattie."
He heard a sharp intake of breath, and then he explained the situation to his sister in law. When they were done talking, and Mattie was done chiding him on a billion different things, she agreed to what he was asking and promised to talk to Jean-Luc about it. There was a moment of silence-which Mattie broke with her next words.
"Y' mus' really care 'bout dis girl, eh? She somet'in special t' y'?" Something like hope was sounded in his Tante's voice. He couldn't answer for a second because the feeling that rushed to him made his throat close up, and when he answered his voice was thick with emotion, "Oui, Tante Mattie. She is somet'in else t' moi. An' Remy can jamais lose 'er."
He was sure his Tante had an overly pleased and incredibly happy grin on her face. "Well, when y' sure dat t'ings be safe, y' bring 'er right down t' see moi et de famille. Oui?"
Remy himself was smiling, though his worry was not forgotten, "She already met Jean-Luc, Tante."
Remy winced when his Tante's voice broke through, "Non, Remy, de famille est non ton père. Yo' père est a très horrible man, Ah be talkin' 'bout Mercy, ton frères, et moi. An' y' better bring 'er down 'ere, or Ah'll be comin' up dere t' see y', an' soon."
Remy wasn't laughing; he knew how serious his Tante was being. "Oui, Tante Mattie. Mais, she don' know 'ow Remy feel 'bout 'er, an' Remy's pretty sure she don' wanna know."
Remy heard something drop, and the tone of voice his Tante used with him next he was sure was deadly, "Den y' bette' make sure she know, an' soon. 'Ow d' y' know 'ow she feel 'bout toi? Maybe all she need is a sign, Remy, an' not de one's y' used t' use fo' everyone else."
"Oui, Tante Mattie, Ah will tell 'er, Ah promise," Remy meant those words, although his voice quivered.
"Ok, den fil, get t' bed an' get some res'. Y' gonna need it if Ah come callin'."
"Bonsoir, Tante." Remy hung up the phone. Now his Rogue had backup if she needed it. And now Remy might finally be able to get some rest.
Meanwhile the other man with the red eyes was conspiring with a man of silver, and both didn't like what the other was trying to do. But the Silver eyed man hadn't yet realized-the red eyed man always, always, got what he wanted.
I really wasn't expecting to be writing so soon, but I got out of school early and I'm bored and waiting for something to happen. I hope I dropped enough hints in this chapter to help you guys to realize where I'm going with this. If not, well it's still a chapter, although it's very short and for that I'm apologizing, but I think I'm going to write the next chapter now while I'm still bored and have some time. No guarantees though that it'll be done or uploaded today, but there's a small chance. Thanks for readin' and reviewin'!