Be nice, this is the first time I've ever used Remy LeBeau and I have never
attempted to do his accent in my life, so just be easy and please tell me
nicely if I'm wrong with something, no "YOU SUCK!" reviews, please!
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GiveGodtheGlory; CALM DOWN! Milana does not have an evil twin, I promise! Anyway, I'm so happy you keep giving me reviews, thank you so much, and even I don't know how my brain works, I try and adapt to it.
Auron is my man; *shrugs* nope, Kurt doesn't know about Mystique. Well, you keep reading this and keep reviewing. But I agree, I was kinda mean t' de papa, lol.
bmw-193; kinda confusing me to, but I shouldn't tell you that, I am the writer (LOL).
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-Ice Lynx
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Milana woke up slowly, her eye staring straight up at a dirty, ugly ceiling covered in flaking plaster. Her head pounded as she slowly sat up, an old blanket falling off her. She was sitting on an old mattress.
"What happened?" she groaned, holding her head in her hands. She heard some soft laughter and then a heavily accented voice.
"You 'ad a liddle nap, petite. An' de nap last longer den Remy ever see before. Lucky Remy found you, mos' t'ieves not'as nice as he." Milana jumped and looked around, to her horror spotting a man relaxing on a pile of crates stacked in the corner of a tiny, dingy room. He had brown hair, and a long brown trench coat that covered black leggings. He was shuffling a deck of cards with fingerless glove covered hands. The oddest thing about this man though, was his eyes. They were red and black, like a demon's and Milana was chilled looking at them.
"Mystique," Milana growled, "She- ow."
"Take't easy chere."
"Who are you, and where am I?" Milana demand. The man laughed again.
"Remy LeBeau, more offen know as Gambit. You in my 'umble home, chere. An' what're you called?" the man said.
"Milana... sometimes the Ghost," Milana said slowly. "What happened?" Remy cocked an eyebrow.
"Dunno petite, I foun' you in de streets o' de Big Apple, all drunk lookin," he said. "Thought de police were comin, brought you up 'ere. Don' worry, I didn't do nuthin to ya," he laughed. Milana was still uncomfortable, and not sure where she was. There was a small grimy window, but she couldn't see anything out of it. Slowly she stood up, but her head started aching so bad she sat back down.
"Somethin' wrong chere?" Remy asked.
"My head, I gotta get outta here, I've got to get outta here and get back to the school, to my father," she moaned, rocking back and fourth. Remy dropped his legs and sat up straight, putting his cards down.
"Take it easy, chere, don't hurt yourself," he said, his chiseled features looking at the teen with a hint of worry. "The petite does have frens an family den?"
"Yeah," Milana said. "My dad, we live at a school."
"A school?" Remy said. "A school fer muties like us? Remy heard of dat place. Never been dere, but I heard of it." Milana's head snapped up.
"You have?" she said. "Really?" Remy nodded, smiling and shuffling the cards that reappeared in his hands. "How do you get there?" Milana asked.
"Remy will take you dere in the mornin, you need sleep now, petite." The Cajun leaned back on his crates, and slightly at ease Milana also laid her head back down, though she didn't sleep. Soon she could head Remy sleeping peacefully, his cards still in his hand. She had no idea who he was or what he was planning, but if all he had were devil eyes she felt alright, well, the eyes and that stick hanging out of his other hand.
"Ah, chere, get some sleep. Remy won't carry you t' de school," Gambit groaned, opening one eye. Milana rolled over and drifted off into a deep sleep, her head notice at all, still pounding.
*****
"She couldn't have, not Milana," Kurt said weekly. Jean looked at the floor.
"It was her, I could hear her thoughts and she was definitely Milana," she said quietly.
"Smell her to, after. Only Ro and Jean stayed conscious, Mystique took off and I could smell both of them." Logan said.
"Milana wouldn't..."
"Then where is she now, Kurt?" asked a voice behind him. Kurt looked and saw Hank, who was scowling. "Where is Wolf, who took her things and left nothing, only the worthless things and then went with our foe to help kill you?"
"She called you 'pops', no one besides us knew your connection with her," Jean reminded him. A tear trickled down Kurt's cheek as he hung his head.
"She could not have done that, it vos a trick," he said weakly.
"Kurt," Jean began, going to put a hand on his shoulder. But with a *bamf* and puff of blue smoke he disappeared, Jean sighed.
"Poor man," she said. She looked at Kurt and Logan. "What would drive Milana to do such a thing?" she asked.
"Who knows?" Hank said, sighing and collapsing in his chair. "They gave her a lot of money for it, as I understand." Logan growled.
"A shit-load of money, a suitcase full," he said. "If I ever see that girl again...." he let the threat hang and marched out of the room. Hank and Jean lapsed into silence, Jean going through her papers and checking on her broken arm and Hank working on his computer.
In another part of the school the professor came out of Cerebro and looked at Scott and Ororo, who were waiting for them.
"She's near New York, she hasn't moved for a while." He said. Scott glared at the floor.
"She betrayed her own father," he said angrily. Xavier sighed, understanding the anger but not feeling himself. He was confused more than angry, he couldn't understand why Milana, who was doing so well here at this school would turn around and help Eric and Mystique in a plan to kill the X Men and Kurt.
"Do you think she'll ever come back?" Ororo asked. There was a large gash over her eye, several stitches holding it together. Scott had been unconscious and received a sprained ankle, and all of the X Men had bruises all over them. Xavier sighed.
"I wish I knew," he said.
*****
The next morning Remy shook Milana gently.
"Wake up, chere, we goin' t' de school," he said. Milana groaned and then opened her eyes, gasping at seeing the grinning Cajun so close to her face. Remy laughed as she sat up.
"Ugh, but it's not even light out!" she groaned, looking at the small window.
"Common petite, we're walking t' de school, we won' get dere afore night fall if we don' leave now." Milana slowly got too her feet and stretched. "You all right chere?" Remy asked. "You' head not going t' explode on de way?"
"No, I'm fine. Thank you so much for the help Remy," she said.
"No problem chere, Remy never like t'see a belle like yerself in distress," he said, flashing her a smile. Milana arched an eyebrow and he laughed, walking over to the door and opening it, bowing and gesturing with his hand. "Petite's firs'" he said. Milana walked out the door and Gambit caught up with her and then took the lead as they marched down a short hall in the same condition as his room. Right before they went through the door Remy pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, covering his eyes. Then they went out the front door and into a busy street.
"So who exactly are you anyway?" Milana asked as they walked. Remy grinned.
"I de bes' t'iever in de 'ole city," he said. "Remy de bes' at 'nything he does." Milana grinned back.
"Well, you also seem to have a soft spot for 'petites'," she joked. Remy chuckled.
"Yeah, Remy always 'ave a sof' spot fer belles," he said. Milana nodded, and they continued to walk. Milana looked around nervously, not having a hood, hat, or coat to hide her fur. Remy noticed her discomfort and smiled. "Do' worry chere, dis area know Remy, dey won't so 'nything to a petite wit' me."
"But what about when we get into the city?" Milana asked nervously. Remy laughed.
"Dat's why we wake early chere," he said. "We're on de other side o' de city, anyway, muties no' welcome dere. Human's, dey kill mutie when de mutie dumb 'nough t' go in t' dere an' expose demselves."
"Don't I know it," Milana muttered. Gambit cocked an eyebrow but said nothing, instead he linked an arm with Milana as they walked down the street, heading for Westchester.
I love reviews and my readers!
GiveGodtheGlory; CALM DOWN! Milana does not have an evil twin, I promise! Anyway, I'm so happy you keep giving me reviews, thank you so much, and even I don't know how my brain works, I try and adapt to it.
Auron is my man; *shrugs* nope, Kurt doesn't know about Mystique. Well, you keep reading this and keep reviewing. But I agree, I was kinda mean t' de papa, lol.
bmw-193; kinda confusing me to, but I shouldn't tell you that, I am the writer (LOL).
FireManiac95; Ok, read read read!
You have to keep reviewing to keep reading this! So REVIEW!!!!
-Ice Lynx
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Milana woke up slowly, her eye staring straight up at a dirty, ugly ceiling covered in flaking plaster. Her head pounded as she slowly sat up, an old blanket falling off her. She was sitting on an old mattress.
"What happened?" she groaned, holding her head in her hands. She heard some soft laughter and then a heavily accented voice.
"You 'ad a liddle nap, petite. An' de nap last longer den Remy ever see before. Lucky Remy found you, mos' t'ieves not'as nice as he." Milana jumped and looked around, to her horror spotting a man relaxing on a pile of crates stacked in the corner of a tiny, dingy room. He had brown hair, and a long brown trench coat that covered black leggings. He was shuffling a deck of cards with fingerless glove covered hands. The oddest thing about this man though, was his eyes. They were red and black, like a demon's and Milana was chilled looking at them.
"Mystique," Milana growled, "She- ow."
"Take't easy chere."
"Who are you, and where am I?" Milana demand. The man laughed again.
"Remy LeBeau, more offen know as Gambit. You in my 'umble home, chere. An' what're you called?" the man said.
"Milana... sometimes the Ghost," Milana said slowly. "What happened?" Remy cocked an eyebrow.
"Dunno petite, I foun' you in de streets o' de Big Apple, all drunk lookin," he said. "Thought de police were comin, brought you up 'ere. Don' worry, I didn't do nuthin to ya," he laughed. Milana was still uncomfortable, and not sure where she was. There was a small grimy window, but she couldn't see anything out of it. Slowly she stood up, but her head started aching so bad she sat back down.
"Somethin' wrong chere?" Remy asked.
"My head, I gotta get outta here, I've got to get outta here and get back to the school, to my father," she moaned, rocking back and fourth. Remy dropped his legs and sat up straight, putting his cards down.
"Take it easy, chere, don't hurt yourself," he said, his chiseled features looking at the teen with a hint of worry. "The petite does have frens an family den?"
"Yeah," Milana said. "My dad, we live at a school."
"A school?" Remy said. "A school fer muties like us? Remy heard of dat place. Never been dere, but I heard of it." Milana's head snapped up.
"You have?" she said. "Really?" Remy nodded, smiling and shuffling the cards that reappeared in his hands. "How do you get there?" Milana asked.
"Remy will take you dere in the mornin, you need sleep now, petite." The Cajun leaned back on his crates, and slightly at ease Milana also laid her head back down, though she didn't sleep. Soon she could head Remy sleeping peacefully, his cards still in his hand. She had no idea who he was or what he was planning, but if all he had were devil eyes she felt alright, well, the eyes and that stick hanging out of his other hand.
"Ah, chere, get some sleep. Remy won't carry you t' de school," Gambit groaned, opening one eye. Milana rolled over and drifted off into a deep sleep, her head notice at all, still pounding.
*****
"She couldn't have, not Milana," Kurt said weekly. Jean looked at the floor.
"It was her, I could hear her thoughts and she was definitely Milana," she said quietly.
"Smell her to, after. Only Ro and Jean stayed conscious, Mystique took off and I could smell both of them." Logan said.
"Milana wouldn't..."
"Then where is she now, Kurt?" asked a voice behind him. Kurt looked and saw Hank, who was scowling. "Where is Wolf, who took her things and left nothing, only the worthless things and then went with our foe to help kill you?"
"She called you 'pops', no one besides us knew your connection with her," Jean reminded him. A tear trickled down Kurt's cheek as he hung his head.
"She could not have done that, it vos a trick," he said weakly.
"Kurt," Jean began, going to put a hand on his shoulder. But with a *bamf* and puff of blue smoke he disappeared, Jean sighed.
"Poor man," she said. She looked at Kurt and Logan. "What would drive Milana to do such a thing?" she asked.
"Who knows?" Hank said, sighing and collapsing in his chair. "They gave her a lot of money for it, as I understand." Logan growled.
"A shit-load of money, a suitcase full," he said. "If I ever see that girl again...." he let the threat hang and marched out of the room. Hank and Jean lapsed into silence, Jean going through her papers and checking on her broken arm and Hank working on his computer.
In another part of the school the professor came out of Cerebro and looked at Scott and Ororo, who were waiting for them.
"She's near New York, she hasn't moved for a while." He said. Scott glared at the floor.
"She betrayed her own father," he said angrily. Xavier sighed, understanding the anger but not feeling himself. He was confused more than angry, he couldn't understand why Milana, who was doing so well here at this school would turn around and help Eric and Mystique in a plan to kill the X Men and Kurt.
"Do you think she'll ever come back?" Ororo asked. There was a large gash over her eye, several stitches holding it together. Scott had been unconscious and received a sprained ankle, and all of the X Men had bruises all over them. Xavier sighed.
"I wish I knew," he said.
*****
The next morning Remy shook Milana gently.
"Wake up, chere, we goin' t' de school," he said. Milana groaned and then opened her eyes, gasping at seeing the grinning Cajun so close to her face. Remy laughed as she sat up.
"Ugh, but it's not even light out!" she groaned, looking at the small window.
"Common petite, we're walking t' de school, we won' get dere afore night fall if we don' leave now." Milana slowly got too her feet and stretched. "You all right chere?" Remy asked. "You' head not going t' explode on de way?"
"No, I'm fine. Thank you so much for the help Remy," she said.
"No problem chere, Remy never like t'see a belle like yerself in distress," he said, flashing her a smile. Milana arched an eyebrow and he laughed, walking over to the door and opening it, bowing and gesturing with his hand. "Petite's firs'" he said. Milana walked out the door and Gambit caught up with her and then took the lead as they marched down a short hall in the same condition as his room. Right before they went through the door Remy pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, covering his eyes. Then they went out the front door and into a busy street.
"So who exactly are you anyway?" Milana asked as they walked. Remy grinned.
"I de bes' t'iever in de 'ole city," he said. "Remy de bes' at 'nything he does." Milana grinned back.
"Well, you also seem to have a soft spot for 'petites'," she joked. Remy chuckled.
"Yeah, Remy always 'ave a sof' spot fer belles," he said. Milana nodded, and they continued to walk. Milana looked around nervously, not having a hood, hat, or coat to hide her fur. Remy noticed her discomfort and smiled. "Do' worry chere, dis area know Remy, dey won't so 'nything to a petite wit' me."
"But what about when we get into the city?" Milana asked nervously. Remy laughed.
"Dat's why we wake early chere," he said. "We're on de other side o' de city, anyway, muties no' welcome dere. Human's, dey kill mutie when de mutie dumb 'nough t' go in t' dere an' expose demselves."
"Don't I know it," Milana muttered. Gambit cocked an eyebrow but said nothing, instead he linked an arm with Milana as they walked down the street, heading for Westchester.