Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except SwitchBlade
and her family. (So please ask when you want to use them!!) PLEASE do not sue me. I have no money. (Damn!) I wish I owned Gambit… I don't… please don't hurt me for using him too much…
CHAPTER THREE
SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS, 10:00 AM, NOV 2
The colored woman sitting on the roof of the school raised her white haired head as a motorcycle thundered up the driveway. She, being a mutant, flew down to meet the red haired man.
"Remy Lebeau, where have you been? I have been worried, as have the others." She said quietly, but obviously pissed.
The man grinned charmingly. "Ah, Stormy. I glad ya care." He slid off the motorcycle. The woman stamped her foot in irritation. "Remy, refrain from calling me that and tell me where you have been!" She said to the man's back as he entered the huge mansion.
She followed him into his room where he took off his coat and collapsed onto his bed. "I jus' been hanging 'roun New York, 'roro. Don't get all mad. Gambit can't stand it when you mad at him." He grinned.
The woman sighed. "I am not mad, Remy. But you must tell us these things before running off." The man snorted. "Gambit not running. What to run from Stormy?"
"Well, you can start with me," said a too calm voice from the doorway behind him. Gambit winced as he turned around to face Scott Summers. "Hi mon ami. Ah, now why, Cyc, would I be runnin' from you, as you bein' my fren an' all right?"
The man in the doorway scowled. "Jean has been trying to find you, but you know how you are. Too hard to find. You could have called." He ran a hand through his red hair above his glasses. Gambit grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Cyc. Didn' tink 'o that."
Scott frowned. "Well next time think Cajun." Gambit nodded. "I try mon ami."
"Good. I'll go tell the others your not hurt or dying!" The man said emphasizing his last three words by banging his fist on the doorframe.
Gambit winced again as the man left the room.
Well, he wasn't going back to the city, anytime soon he gathered. He stood up with Storm as Scott's voice crackled on the intercom on the wall. "Xmen, come to the war-room immediately."
"You want Gambit to go back?" Scott blurted out. "After he ran off to the city without telling us?"
No' exactly what I was expectin', Gambit thought as the eight other members of the Xmen turned quizzically to Professor Charles Xavier.
"Am ah goin' Professah?" Said a woman with brown hair, which had a white streak in it. "No Rogue. Only Gambit. He knows the city well. I am not saying you couldn't do as good a job, but Gambit is the only one who is going this time." Xavier said to his team.
Beast, a blue furred scientist, raised his eyebrows. "What is the purpose of this curious trip, might I ask?"
Gambit nodded his head. "An' why is no-one else goin' wit me?" The Professor smiled. "I will answer all your questions in due time. Right now Gambit, you need to pack for as long as two weeks."
Nightcrawler aka Kurt, a blue man looking not unlike an elf with sharp handsome features, blue hair and long toes and fingers, shrugged from his position on the ceiling, as Remy left the room. "I vood like to visit New York, but votever you say Professor." With that he disappeared with a long sigh and a brimstone smelling cloud of smoke that accompanied teleportation.
Jubilee, the youngest Xman, sighed and propped her chin on her hands. "Me too." Wolverine smiled. "Well, maybe we can go later kid." Jubilee brightened and hugged Wolverine, a tough man, with six retractable claws, who was usually in a bad mood. "Thanks Wolvie!"
Scott and Jean exchanged an amused look. Anyone else who called him that wouldn't be standing right now.
Bobby was obviously thinking the same because he covered his smile with a hand. "Hey, Wolvie? Or Wolverine. Whichever you like, would you take me sometime?" Wolverine smiled. Not a nice smile.
"Iceman? Do you have a death wish?"
The wind blew back in Remy's face as he rode down the freeway on his motorcycle, going over the information he needed to complete his mission in New York. Xavier wanted Gambit to bring back students to learn in his school, as they probably weren't getting the right kind of attention in the streets of New York, judging by the news reports of murdered and captured mutants in the past year.
The Professor felt no need to send more than one Xmen as most taught classes in the school or were needed in some other way around the mansion.
Gambit grinned. "Dis gonna be easy. Jus' stay clear o' the F.O.H an' you done an' completed de mission." He laughed to himself. At first he had been insulted that Charles had sent him off to fetch children, but then he welcomed the chance to get away from the mansion again. There were so many distractions there. Rogue, who was feeling quite hostile toward him after their breakup, (not a good thing to have a woman that can punch through cement mad at you) Jubilee, who seemed to have a slight crush on him, Wolverine, who killed anyone Jubilee had a crush on…
Finding the kids would be a problem, but he could start at the home of the young mutant he had met yesterday.
Going back to that moment when he had seen the children hurting another he shuddered. *Even chil'ren be turnin' on eachotha.*
He had seen, no sensed perhaps, another mutant in the area at the time. Why didn' they help? He shrugged the question off. Probably another helpless mutant child.
The school might be another good place to stop. He rolled his eyes. "Dat be de first place you should stop mon ami!" He muttered to himself as he entered into the bright city.
CHAPTER FOUR
NEW YORK, PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL, 3:00 PM, NOV 3
I could tell the other kids in my history class were slightly annoyed by the fact I no longer joined in their conversations on how they think the world should get rid itself of the mutants. "Come on! What are you a mutant lover?" A brunette in my history class joked. I was tempted to say, " Why yes, I am and I can still kick your ass. Does that surprise you?" But I didn't.
Lunch was, like the day, uneventful. Gossip and mutant hating were the main thing on this girl's schedule. I felt horrible changing her. But she was me. And then she wasn't…
I couldn't help thinking what Sinister wanted with me. He said I had to pay a price. Hell, I didn't even want to come here. But I was so I was going to make the best of it. Starting by… well, I wanted to do something for the mutants…but what could a sixteen-year-old do? Persuade Daddy to stop the F.O.H? That was a laugh. I was sixteen. Why would an older, wiser (bloodthirsty) group like the F.O.H, listen to a girl? Anyway, I had just met him last night and he was a nice enough guy but… He didn't seem to be the type to compromise with anyone who didn't enjoy watching mutant torture.
History was almost over. Highlight of this class? My grades had gone up. Since I used to live in the past I was pretty good at remembering it. The teacher was surprised. I was usually not overly smart, it might (Gasp! Said my other mind) ruin my reputation. I hated being popular. Funny, I thought idly as I looked out the window, I always wanted to be popular and now look at me. When I get back… Then I stopped. No telling I'd ever get back unless I found Sinister again.
As the bell rang and the students gathered up their bags I thought I saw someone outside. Probably not, but… It looked like that guy, that mutant, I had seen yesterday. Now, why would he be here?
I sighed. This world was only slightly confusing, what with mutants and Sinister and men in trench coats following you…
Remy Lebeau could tell there were at least four mutant students at the school. He wasn't surprised at the small number. The F.O.H killed babies if it meant getting rid of one more mutant.
He walked to the front of the school as the bell rang. It had unnerved him to see one of the older students staring at him through one of the windows. At that moment he had felt another mutant was close. Maybe it was her. He shrugged. "Well, Gambit find you all, wherever you be." He muttered absently to himself as he watched the students stream out of the school. He sighed.
Probably won't be that hard, judging by all the F.O.H kids aroun' here. Some of the members of the F.O.H had children who went here and Gambit would be sure to avoid them.
Well at least he could tell who the kids were excluding or teasing…(teasing? Is torturin' called teasin' now Remy?)
The trench coat guy was in front of the school. *Had he seen me yesterday? Was he mad I didn't help the little boy?* I brushed back a strand of brown hair threatening to block out my vision. I glanced around wildly. Most of the kids were already gone… it was just me and a few other kids, who were getting into cars or walking the opposite way of me. A few of my friends from school waved goodbye as I started speed walking away from him.
I saw a young girl lookin' at me once or twice over her back as I watched the kids leave. I curled my lip in disgust. It was dat F.O.H girl. *'er Daddy's in de mutant hater ring. Stay way from her defin'ly.*
She started walkin' away from me. So much da better. I had to concentrate on de mutant I could feel around here. I walked down the same road as her when all the students were gone, cause' it was fun ta' scare her an' the signals were gettin' stronger by de minute.
I couldn't see the mutant. I knew they were someplace, the only one on the street was Gambit an' de girl! I scowled. *I doubt de man in F.O.H would have a mutant daughta so either I'm following de wrong person or he doesn't know she's a mutant.*
"Hey! Hey, wait chere!" I called. She turned her head and seeing me broke into a run. I sighed. Okay, maybe dis won' be as easy as Gambit thought. I started running and after a short chase, she was facing an alley wall wit' me behind her.
"I'm not gonna hurt you chere-" A purse that seemed to contain bricks connected to my jaw and I staggered back. "What in de bag? Rocks?" I gasped. The girl's face looked frightened. "I'm sorry… I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you. " She whispered.
*Dis gonna be hard Gambit…*
I took a step toward her. She raised her hand and de next second dere was two knives pointed at my eyes. She was obviously a mutant. The knives were jus' like Wolvie's. Cept' they were jus' two whole switchblades comin' out of the back of her hands. Dis girl be dangerous. I stepped back cause' I didn' feel like bein' temp'rarily blind.
"Look, I don't know who you are or anything. And I'm sorry, but I couldn't do anything to help him!" She blurted out, staring at her hands, which were dripping blood. "I was going to but then you came…" I nodded. She was de one in the alley. "Look chere… Gambit not gonna hurt you…" I held out my hands. "I got nothin'." A tear ran down her face as she looked up… and connected wit' my eyes. Her eyes widened and she dodged past me onto de sidewalk. An' a car pulled up beside her, with the sign of F.O.H on it's side.
This guy was following me! I thought in terror as I ran into an alley. "Oh no, ohnohnoohno…." I gasped as I ran into a brick wall and turned to face the mutant. He tried to reassure me that he wasn't gonna hurt me… Yeah right. So why are you following me mister?* This was not a comfortable situation for me. So I did the only thing I could do as he stepped toward me. I swung my purse and closed my eyes.
I heard a grunt and suddenly felt the purse connect with what I hoped was his head. I opened my eyes and the man was holding his jaw and was standing a few feet from me. I let my eyes stray to my purse, where, on the bottom of the bag, my textbooks were stacked.
My eyes darted over to where the man was getting up. The man mumbled something about rocks and I whispered my apology. *Now why are you apologizing to him? He's the one chasing you down the street.* I looked down at my hands and a tear accidentally trickled down my face. I was scared, confused and in the wrong time. I felt like breaking down and sobbing. But…That guy was stepping toward me again… I raised my hand and wished for a can of mace, anything but my fist. What good would that do against this guy? I cried out in pain, as the backs of my hands seemed to burst open. I looked down and saw two knives pressed against bloody skin on top of my hand. I didn't know how that had happened but I wasn't going to waste time wondering. I raised my hands and knives in what I hoped were a position aimed toward his eyes.
I mumbled my apology about not helping the little boy. He said something about not hurting me again and another tear slipped down my face as I looked into his eyes… and saw red on black…
His eyes… instead of brown or blue or green… they were red. I gasped and pushed past him to the sidewalk. I looked down the street to see a car coming toward me down the road. I actually smiled in relief… it was my father.
I turned back to the man ready to defend myself. But he was looking… not frightened, but angry. Maybe a little frustrated. My father's car pulled up beside us. The knives had disappeared, as had the blood on my hands, just scars now, and it looked as though we had been merely talking.
"Who's that?" My father pointed to the man behind me, as he drove up in his car. I sighed as I made maybe a life or death choice. *Well, he hadn't hurt me yet had he?*
I felt around in my bag until I felt a pair of sunglasses in my hand and I pushed them to the man behind my back. I felt him take them and I turned to see him slip them on. "Um… He's my boyfriend Daddy."
I took his hand and leaned against him. *Better take this to the max if I was gonna pull it off. Jus hope the man'd go along with it…*
"He's my boyfriend Daddy!" I heard the girl explain perkily. I had put on de sunglasses she had handed me an' was ready ta leave. And I could see the man wasn't going to let me. He was already eyeing me suspiciously. Then de girl says I her boyfren! I could see what she was getting at an' so I slid my arm around her shoulders. I could feel her flinch, but she leaned against me anyway.
Brave girl.
The man relaxed a bit an' smiled. "Well, that's nice honey. Maybe you should invite him over for dinner sometime!" The girl grinned. "Maybe I should, but I can't promise my parents won't embarrass you!" She giggled an' poked me in de ribs. I grinned uneasily an' squeezed her shoulder like a good boyfren.
Her dad smiles and starts ta roll up de window. "Then I'll let you take her home." He calls out the window. Den he drives off.
De girl scooted away from me like I was poisonous de second he was out of sight.
"Why did I do that!?" She said angrily as I grinned cheekily. "Well, I'm thankful for it, mon amie!" I said taking her hand and kissing it, careful of her cuts.
I looked at her closely for de first time as she searched her purse for something.
She was a real cute girl, could see that already. Her hair came down to her chin, brown with a few blond streaks, and she had a good figure for a girl her age. Make that, great figure.
Her eyes were a dark brown, almost black.
She was wearing a tube top, real short shorts an' high leather boots. Uh huh, a real heart breaker Remy. Jus like you.
I shook my head. "What do you want from me? I just lied for you, God knows why and I want to know who I lied for!" De girl spat out.
"Bonjour mon chere, I'm Remy Lebeau. And you are?" I held out my hand. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have no idea why I trust you, you've been chasing me down the street, but I'm Aphrodite." I caught her hand and kissed it 'gain. I started to look more closely at it but she pulled away.
"Do you have a last name?" Aphrodite looked frustrated. "Well.. I'm not sure which one to give you frankly." I grinned. How many do you have chere?" She gave me a half smile. "Two." "Well give Remy de one you like best." She shifted back and forth on her feet.
"Roberts than. I still don't know who you are Remy Lebeau. I have your name but that doesn't explain why a mutant if trying to talk to the daughter of one of the F.O.H. Unless your trying to kidnap me…"
She stared at me warily and I had to laugh. "Gambit not trying to take ya mon amie. Don' worry. But chere, did you know you were a mutant?" She put on an angry face and narrowed her eyes. "I am not. I'm not one of you. My dad would kill me. Literally." I shivered at the girl's honesty. "Yes you are chere. Where dose knives come from?" She bit her lip. "I don't know… I didn't mean to hurt you if I did…I guess they give us too many text books." She laughed weakly.
"Gambit had frens dat can help you." She frowned. "I can't leave. I need to do something. I need to see someone. He's a mutant. Oh! -"Her face brightened-"Do you know someone named Sinister?"
and her family. (So please ask when you want to use them!!) PLEASE do not sue me. I have no money. (Damn!) I wish I owned Gambit… I don't… please don't hurt me for using him too much…
CHAPTER THREE
SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS, 10:00 AM, NOV 2
The colored woman sitting on the roof of the school raised her white haired head as a motorcycle thundered up the driveway. She, being a mutant, flew down to meet the red haired man.
"Remy Lebeau, where have you been? I have been worried, as have the others." She said quietly, but obviously pissed.
The man grinned charmingly. "Ah, Stormy. I glad ya care." He slid off the motorcycle. The woman stamped her foot in irritation. "Remy, refrain from calling me that and tell me where you have been!" She said to the man's back as he entered the huge mansion.
She followed him into his room where he took off his coat and collapsed onto his bed. "I jus' been hanging 'roun New York, 'roro. Don't get all mad. Gambit can't stand it when you mad at him." He grinned.
The woman sighed. "I am not mad, Remy. But you must tell us these things before running off." The man snorted. "Gambit not running. What to run from Stormy?"
"Well, you can start with me," said a too calm voice from the doorway behind him. Gambit winced as he turned around to face Scott Summers. "Hi mon ami. Ah, now why, Cyc, would I be runnin' from you, as you bein' my fren an' all right?"
The man in the doorway scowled. "Jean has been trying to find you, but you know how you are. Too hard to find. You could have called." He ran a hand through his red hair above his glasses. Gambit grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Cyc. Didn' tink 'o that."
Scott frowned. "Well next time think Cajun." Gambit nodded. "I try mon ami."
"Good. I'll go tell the others your not hurt or dying!" The man said emphasizing his last three words by banging his fist on the doorframe.
Gambit winced again as the man left the room.
Well, he wasn't going back to the city, anytime soon he gathered. He stood up with Storm as Scott's voice crackled on the intercom on the wall. "Xmen, come to the war-room immediately."
"You want Gambit to go back?" Scott blurted out. "After he ran off to the city without telling us?"
No' exactly what I was expectin', Gambit thought as the eight other members of the Xmen turned quizzically to Professor Charles Xavier.
"Am ah goin' Professah?" Said a woman with brown hair, which had a white streak in it. "No Rogue. Only Gambit. He knows the city well. I am not saying you couldn't do as good a job, but Gambit is the only one who is going this time." Xavier said to his team.
Beast, a blue furred scientist, raised his eyebrows. "What is the purpose of this curious trip, might I ask?"
Gambit nodded his head. "An' why is no-one else goin' wit me?" The Professor smiled. "I will answer all your questions in due time. Right now Gambit, you need to pack for as long as two weeks."
Nightcrawler aka Kurt, a blue man looking not unlike an elf with sharp handsome features, blue hair and long toes and fingers, shrugged from his position on the ceiling, as Remy left the room. "I vood like to visit New York, but votever you say Professor." With that he disappeared with a long sigh and a brimstone smelling cloud of smoke that accompanied teleportation.
Jubilee, the youngest Xman, sighed and propped her chin on her hands. "Me too." Wolverine smiled. "Well, maybe we can go later kid." Jubilee brightened and hugged Wolverine, a tough man, with six retractable claws, who was usually in a bad mood. "Thanks Wolvie!"
Scott and Jean exchanged an amused look. Anyone else who called him that wouldn't be standing right now.
Bobby was obviously thinking the same because he covered his smile with a hand. "Hey, Wolvie? Or Wolverine. Whichever you like, would you take me sometime?" Wolverine smiled. Not a nice smile.
"Iceman? Do you have a death wish?"
The wind blew back in Remy's face as he rode down the freeway on his motorcycle, going over the information he needed to complete his mission in New York. Xavier wanted Gambit to bring back students to learn in his school, as they probably weren't getting the right kind of attention in the streets of New York, judging by the news reports of murdered and captured mutants in the past year.
The Professor felt no need to send more than one Xmen as most taught classes in the school or were needed in some other way around the mansion.
Gambit grinned. "Dis gonna be easy. Jus' stay clear o' the F.O.H an' you done an' completed de mission." He laughed to himself. At first he had been insulted that Charles had sent him off to fetch children, but then he welcomed the chance to get away from the mansion again. There were so many distractions there. Rogue, who was feeling quite hostile toward him after their breakup, (not a good thing to have a woman that can punch through cement mad at you) Jubilee, who seemed to have a slight crush on him, Wolverine, who killed anyone Jubilee had a crush on…
Finding the kids would be a problem, but he could start at the home of the young mutant he had met yesterday.
Going back to that moment when he had seen the children hurting another he shuddered. *Even chil'ren be turnin' on eachotha.*
He had seen, no sensed perhaps, another mutant in the area at the time. Why didn' they help? He shrugged the question off. Probably another helpless mutant child.
The school might be another good place to stop. He rolled his eyes. "Dat be de first place you should stop mon ami!" He muttered to himself as he entered into the bright city.
CHAPTER FOUR
NEW YORK, PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL, 3:00 PM, NOV 3
I could tell the other kids in my history class were slightly annoyed by the fact I no longer joined in their conversations on how they think the world should get rid itself of the mutants. "Come on! What are you a mutant lover?" A brunette in my history class joked. I was tempted to say, " Why yes, I am and I can still kick your ass. Does that surprise you?" But I didn't.
Lunch was, like the day, uneventful. Gossip and mutant hating were the main thing on this girl's schedule. I felt horrible changing her. But she was me. And then she wasn't…
I couldn't help thinking what Sinister wanted with me. He said I had to pay a price. Hell, I didn't even want to come here. But I was so I was going to make the best of it. Starting by… well, I wanted to do something for the mutants…but what could a sixteen-year-old do? Persuade Daddy to stop the F.O.H? That was a laugh. I was sixteen. Why would an older, wiser (bloodthirsty) group like the F.O.H, listen to a girl? Anyway, I had just met him last night and he was a nice enough guy but… He didn't seem to be the type to compromise with anyone who didn't enjoy watching mutant torture.
History was almost over. Highlight of this class? My grades had gone up. Since I used to live in the past I was pretty good at remembering it. The teacher was surprised. I was usually not overly smart, it might (Gasp! Said my other mind) ruin my reputation. I hated being popular. Funny, I thought idly as I looked out the window, I always wanted to be popular and now look at me. When I get back… Then I stopped. No telling I'd ever get back unless I found Sinister again.
As the bell rang and the students gathered up their bags I thought I saw someone outside. Probably not, but… It looked like that guy, that mutant, I had seen yesterday. Now, why would he be here?
I sighed. This world was only slightly confusing, what with mutants and Sinister and men in trench coats following you…
Remy Lebeau could tell there were at least four mutant students at the school. He wasn't surprised at the small number. The F.O.H killed babies if it meant getting rid of one more mutant.
He walked to the front of the school as the bell rang. It had unnerved him to see one of the older students staring at him through one of the windows. At that moment he had felt another mutant was close. Maybe it was her. He shrugged. "Well, Gambit find you all, wherever you be." He muttered absently to himself as he watched the students stream out of the school. He sighed.
Probably won't be that hard, judging by all the F.O.H kids aroun' here. Some of the members of the F.O.H had children who went here and Gambit would be sure to avoid them.
Well at least he could tell who the kids were excluding or teasing…(teasing? Is torturin' called teasin' now Remy?)
The trench coat guy was in front of the school. *Had he seen me yesterday? Was he mad I didn't help the little boy?* I brushed back a strand of brown hair threatening to block out my vision. I glanced around wildly. Most of the kids were already gone… it was just me and a few other kids, who were getting into cars or walking the opposite way of me. A few of my friends from school waved goodbye as I started speed walking away from him.
I saw a young girl lookin' at me once or twice over her back as I watched the kids leave. I curled my lip in disgust. It was dat F.O.H girl. *'er Daddy's in de mutant hater ring. Stay way from her defin'ly.*
She started walkin' away from me. So much da better. I had to concentrate on de mutant I could feel around here. I walked down the same road as her when all the students were gone, cause' it was fun ta' scare her an' the signals were gettin' stronger by de minute.
I couldn't see the mutant. I knew they were someplace, the only one on the street was Gambit an' de girl! I scowled. *I doubt de man in F.O.H would have a mutant daughta so either I'm following de wrong person or he doesn't know she's a mutant.*
"Hey! Hey, wait chere!" I called. She turned her head and seeing me broke into a run. I sighed. Okay, maybe dis won' be as easy as Gambit thought. I started running and after a short chase, she was facing an alley wall wit' me behind her.
"I'm not gonna hurt you chere-" A purse that seemed to contain bricks connected to my jaw and I staggered back. "What in de bag? Rocks?" I gasped. The girl's face looked frightened. "I'm sorry… I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you. " She whispered.
*Dis gonna be hard Gambit…*
I took a step toward her. She raised her hand and de next second dere was two knives pointed at my eyes. She was obviously a mutant. The knives were jus' like Wolvie's. Cept' they were jus' two whole switchblades comin' out of the back of her hands. Dis girl be dangerous. I stepped back cause' I didn' feel like bein' temp'rarily blind.
"Look, I don't know who you are or anything. And I'm sorry, but I couldn't do anything to help him!" She blurted out, staring at her hands, which were dripping blood. "I was going to but then you came…" I nodded. She was de one in the alley. "Look chere… Gambit not gonna hurt you…" I held out my hands. "I got nothin'." A tear ran down her face as she looked up… and connected wit' my eyes. Her eyes widened and she dodged past me onto de sidewalk. An' a car pulled up beside her, with the sign of F.O.H on it's side.
This guy was following me! I thought in terror as I ran into an alley. "Oh no, ohnohnoohno…." I gasped as I ran into a brick wall and turned to face the mutant. He tried to reassure me that he wasn't gonna hurt me… Yeah right. So why are you following me mister?* This was not a comfortable situation for me. So I did the only thing I could do as he stepped toward me. I swung my purse and closed my eyes.
I heard a grunt and suddenly felt the purse connect with what I hoped was his head. I opened my eyes and the man was holding his jaw and was standing a few feet from me. I let my eyes stray to my purse, where, on the bottom of the bag, my textbooks were stacked.
My eyes darted over to where the man was getting up. The man mumbled something about rocks and I whispered my apology. *Now why are you apologizing to him? He's the one chasing you down the street.* I looked down at my hands and a tear accidentally trickled down my face. I was scared, confused and in the wrong time. I felt like breaking down and sobbing. But…That guy was stepping toward me again… I raised my hand and wished for a can of mace, anything but my fist. What good would that do against this guy? I cried out in pain, as the backs of my hands seemed to burst open. I looked down and saw two knives pressed against bloody skin on top of my hand. I didn't know how that had happened but I wasn't going to waste time wondering. I raised my hands and knives in what I hoped were a position aimed toward his eyes.
I mumbled my apology about not helping the little boy. He said something about not hurting me again and another tear slipped down my face as I looked into his eyes… and saw red on black…
His eyes… instead of brown or blue or green… they were red. I gasped and pushed past him to the sidewalk. I looked down the street to see a car coming toward me down the road. I actually smiled in relief… it was my father.
I turned back to the man ready to defend myself. But he was looking… not frightened, but angry. Maybe a little frustrated. My father's car pulled up beside us. The knives had disappeared, as had the blood on my hands, just scars now, and it looked as though we had been merely talking.
"Who's that?" My father pointed to the man behind me, as he drove up in his car. I sighed as I made maybe a life or death choice. *Well, he hadn't hurt me yet had he?*
I felt around in my bag until I felt a pair of sunglasses in my hand and I pushed them to the man behind my back. I felt him take them and I turned to see him slip them on. "Um… He's my boyfriend Daddy."
I took his hand and leaned against him. *Better take this to the max if I was gonna pull it off. Jus hope the man'd go along with it…*
"He's my boyfriend Daddy!" I heard the girl explain perkily. I had put on de sunglasses she had handed me an' was ready ta leave. And I could see the man wasn't going to let me. He was already eyeing me suspiciously. Then de girl says I her boyfren! I could see what she was getting at an' so I slid my arm around her shoulders. I could feel her flinch, but she leaned against me anyway.
Brave girl.
The man relaxed a bit an' smiled. "Well, that's nice honey. Maybe you should invite him over for dinner sometime!" The girl grinned. "Maybe I should, but I can't promise my parents won't embarrass you!" She giggled an' poked me in de ribs. I grinned uneasily an' squeezed her shoulder like a good boyfren.
Her dad smiles and starts ta roll up de window. "Then I'll let you take her home." He calls out the window. Den he drives off.
De girl scooted away from me like I was poisonous de second he was out of sight.
"Why did I do that!?" She said angrily as I grinned cheekily. "Well, I'm thankful for it, mon amie!" I said taking her hand and kissing it, careful of her cuts.
I looked at her closely for de first time as she searched her purse for something.
She was a real cute girl, could see that already. Her hair came down to her chin, brown with a few blond streaks, and she had a good figure for a girl her age. Make that, great figure.
Her eyes were a dark brown, almost black.
She was wearing a tube top, real short shorts an' high leather boots. Uh huh, a real heart breaker Remy. Jus like you.
I shook my head. "What do you want from me? I just lied for you, God knows why and I want to know who I lied for!" De girl spat out.
"Bonjour mon chere, I'm Remy Lebeau. And you are?" I held out my hand. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have no idea why I trust you, you've been chasing me down the street, but I'm Aphrodite." I caught her hand and kissed it 'gain. I started to look more closely at it but she pulled away.
"Do you have a last name?" Aphrodite looked frustrated. "Well.. I'm not sure which one to give you frankly." I grinned. How many do you have chere?" She gave me a half smile. "Two." "Well give Remy de one you like best." She shifted back and forth on her feet.
"Roberts than. I still don't know who you are Remy Lebeau. I have your name but that doesn't explain why a mutant if trying to talk to the daughter of one of the F.O.H. Unless your trying to kidnap me…"
She stared at me warily and I had to laugh. "Gambit not trying to take ya mon amie. Don' worry. But chere, did you know you were a mutant?" She put on an angry face and narrowed her eyes. "I am not. I'm not one of you. My dad would kill me. Literally." I shivered at the girl's honesty. "Yes you are chere. Where dose knives come from?" She bit her lip. "I don't know… I didn't mean to hurt you if I did…I guess they give us too many text books." She laughed weakly.
"Gambit had frens dat can help you." She frowned. "I can't leave. I need to do something. I need to see someone. He's a mutant. Oh! -"Her face brightened-"Do you know someone named Sinister?"