DISCLAIMER * X-Men belong to Marvel, the other
characters belong to me.
*
There is a joke, which Scott tells in the car. I read it on a web site but I can't remember which one. But just so you know, I didn't make it up
someone else did.
NOTES – Thanks for all the reviews. I DO like Gambit and I'm sorry if I offended
some of you by saying he doesn't have manners. I don't mean that he doesn't, it was Scott's point of view and he thinks
he doesn't, not me. Also about the
Gambit being bi – I'm not saying he is in the comics but I decided he would be
in my story. He really only flirts with
Scott because he knows it annoys him. Anyway thanks again for your reviews and
I hope you like this part.
MIDDLE OF NOWHERE - FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER
Cyke stared at him but I tried not to be so rude. It's not his fault he looked like a strange Frankenstein's monster. I slowly stood up next to the couch in an almost protective manner of Scooter.
"Please don't be frightened," the creature said holding his arms out as if he wanted a hug. The skin on his arms was a strange pink-red color and covered with scars. His hands had long cat-like nails. The clothes he wore were old and tattered.
"I ain't scared bub, but if you come any closer you should be," I warned him. He cocked his head as if he didn't understand. The clouds moved away from the moon and I got a better glimpse of his face, or what there was of it. Every inch was covered in scars and burns, his ears seemed too small for his large head and his eyes glowed a florescent shade of green.
"Please, I have no intention of hurting you."
"Then you'd better start talking." I advised him.
"I'm the man you've been looking for."
"How's that for luck," Scott said from behind me. I could have hit him but I assumed he was still suffering from being unconscious.
"I know where they've taken your friend."
"Another great piece of luckiness." This time I turned to him and he looked up at me innocently. I growled which made him sink into his blanket, I inwardly prayed he was just concussed and this wasn't his new humorous self.
"Please let me help."
I turned back to Frankie. "Why do you want to help us and why should we trust you?"
He looked down at the ground for a few seconds then looked up at me.
"I want to help you for personal reasons. And I don't know why you should trust me other than the fact I'm your only chance of finding your friend in one piece."
Did he think that was a good answer? Cyke obviously did, jumping up beside me he happily grinned and for some bizarre reason said,
"Welcome to the X-Men my strange looking but rather helpful friend." This time I really did hit him.
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I gave out de most pathetic and miserable moan hoping dat someone would have pity on me. I waited for Rogue to say 'Are ya alright sugah?' or Stormy to say 'Goddess Remy what have you done now?' or Professor Xavier to say 'Gambit when will you learn to work as a team' or Scott to say 'Oh Remy you were really good last night.' Instead I heard crying. I tried to move my arms but dey were tied down. I slowly opened my eyes but de room was too bright and my eyes were sensitive enough as it was. After a couple of minutes I could see my surroundings but I wished I still had my eyes closed. I was tied to a surgical table in a laboratory of some sort. Being in de X-Men I had been in situations like dis before. Too many times actually. Perhaps it is time for a new career. Cook? Maybe. Thief again? No Stormy won't like dat. Stripper? Now you're talking. Anyway my mind was drifting so I decided to get back to de matter in hand.
My head wasn't tied down so I turned sideways trying to find out who was crying, it sounded like a girl. I almost died of shock when I saw the back of someone who often appeared in my nightmares. He was leaning over injecting a teenager who was tied to a bed like me. I felt myself physically shake as he slowly turned from de crying teenage girl and looked towards me….
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Yet again I was feeling sorry for myself (I seemed to be doing that quite often on the mission.) I asked Nikki if she thought my nose looked crooked, she giggled and told me I had a nice nose. I might have a nice nose but I wanted to know if it was a nice crooked nose. At least by the time Jacob was back it had stopped bleeding. It wasn't my fault I was a little dizzy and confused; he didn't have to hit me.
"Why did they choose you?" Jacob asked the hit man. He was referring to why the military scientists had added mutant body parts to his body.
"I volunteered but I wasn't told the whole story. As soon as I left the Marines I was approached by them to help out in very top-secret tests and of course they were going to pay me well. Next thing I know they're attaching new ears, arms, legs, nose and hands to me. I don't remember much about it all, I was drugged up for months."
"Do you know who these people are?" Jacob asked him and I lent forward onto the dining table.
"No but they're not working for the government, I know that much."
"Do they make you do contract killings or do you do that for fun?" Logan asked. He was one to talk! I began to wonder which of them had killed more people.
"It's the only thing I'm good at," he told us. "After all my years in the Marines plus the fact I can't get a normal job looking like this, I don't have much choice."
Rubbing my nose again in a vain attempt to make Logan feel guilty I asked something I had been wondering for a while.
"Why did they…" I paused trying to think of the right word, "create you, and then let you do your own thing?" He looked at me, it sent a shiver down my spine.
"I was a failure," he told me but didn't say it in a sad way like it should have been said. "I can walk on my legs but I can't use the mutant powers in them, same with my arms. I can hear normally but they're nothing special. In fact the only thing where the mutant power does work is my eyes." He looked over at Jacob and almost seemed to be feeling guilty.
"But weren't they worried that you might tell the world about what they did to you?"
He looked around as if he didn't want to answer us but eventually he did.
"When I decide I don't want to live my life anymore, which might be soon, then I'll tell someone." He said it so matter of factually it was kind of sad.
"We'd better get going before they cut up Gumbo," Wolverine sneered.
"Have you got any weapons?" hit man asked.
"Yep," Wolverine grinned holding up his fists and popping the claws.
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I tried to figure out how to escape from de surgery bed I was tied to. I had got out of a lot harder places but dis was going to be challenging. De Genosha collar was very uncomfortable around my neck and my hands and legs were tied tightly to de bed. De girl had stopped crying because he had knocked her out by some drug. I decided dat if I got out of dis alive, den I would have to try and keep de collar for my wedding night wid Rogue. Den I began to worry about if I'd get brain damage, not dat any of de oder X-Men would notice if I did! Anyway after all my thinking started giving me a headache, I turned my eyes to look at him.
"Who were dose men that captured me? Dey weren't mutants?" I really didn't want to talk to him but I wanted to find out more before I died. Yes, I was beginning to feel pessimistic.
He turned towards me and smiled. "I provide them with information and they supply me with equipment and man power. It's a comfortable situation but soon I won't need them any longer."
He moved in the direction of the medical equipment seated on a nearby metal table.
"You should be honored, my dear boy, that I have chosen you to donate parts of your body for my new project." Oh yeah, I felt really honored to be selected to donate my body parts. I wondered what body parts he had in mind? Den I realized I didn't really want to know.
"Have you given up on making clones?" I asked.
"Mr. Le Beau you know me well enough to realize that creating a genetically superior race is my life's work. This is just a hobby."
I sighed. "Well it's nice to know you're not so obsessed with your work dat you don't have hobbies Sinister."
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"There were three men, in trench-coats, standing on top of a tall building. The first one said, 'This building is so high that if you open your trench coat and jump off you'll float right back up again. The second guy said 'Really?' 'Yeah watch' the first guy said and walked over to the edge of the building, opened his trench coat and jumped off. Sure enough a minute later he floated right back up again. 'That's amazing,' the second guy said, 'Let me try.' He went to the edge of the building, opened his trench coat and jumped off…he screamed all the way down until he was splattered across the sidewalk below. The third guy turned to the first and said, 'Magneto, that wasn't funny."
Cyke might be a dick, but once every month or so he comes out with the funniest jokes I've ever heard. My sides were hurting I was laughing so much, but Frankie didn't seem to understand it. He just watched the road ahead as he tried to figure out what I found so funny. Maybe they had taken his sense of humor as well. After I calmed down Cyke leant forward.
"If we just wait a couple of hours then the other X-Men will be here," he told us for the fifth time.
"It might be too late if we wait," Frankenstein said. "It's already been five hours since he was captured, we might already be too late." Cyke looked over at me worriedly. The Cajun might annoy him by his attitude, but he did care about him. I didn't, but I also didn't want him to come to any harm. Hell I guess that means I do care, but not much. I sat up straight when Frankie pulled the car up beside a metal fence.
"The base isn't far but the security is high class," he told us. Scooter wanted to drive but I told him he was banned after the tree incident (which he still blames me for.) We got out of the car and strolled over to the fence. I felt weird going to a fight without my costume (it was destroyed when the car was.) I was also slightly worried by the fact Cyke didn't have his visor. The sleeping goggles were no good and the sunglasses didn't give him much control over his power but we would have to cope.
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It smelt worse than the motel room and it was way dirtier, but Wolverine had suggested the sewer way in was the best. We had already encountered a laser alarm, which luckily Logan had noticed, and now we were treading carefully through the sludge that consisted of god knows what, towards the center of the supposedly abandoned military hospital.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt something brush up against my legs.
"What the hell was that?" I asked myself out loud. They both stopped to look at me Logan moved closer and looked down at my leg, which I was also looking down at. Unfortunately the black sludge came up to my shin so we couldn't see much.
"It's nothing Cyke," Logan told me looking up and gently pulled my arm to get me going again. He was such a liar but what could I do? I just hoped that there wasn't anything poisonous.
Logan went back out in front but was stopped by ex-Marine man.
"Laser." He whispered. Logan knelt down and sniffed. What the hell a laser smelt like I don't know.
"There's two, be careful." He said. It was going to take us quite a while to get to Gambit. We hadn't even met any opposition yet. I silently prayed that they hadn't stared work on him.
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I kind of hoped dat I'd be rescued before I had anything cut off but at dat moment I wasn't going to bet on it. Every part of me that could be tied down now was and Sinister had an assistant ready to operate. Sinister, however hadn't showed up yet so I decided to use my last option.
"What part of me are you going to cut off?" I asked de guy in de surgical outfit. He looked at me but didn't answer. If he was a surgeon den he was a darn young one.
"It's just that I'd like to know before I lose it." He still didn't speak perhaps he was told not to.
"Are you a Doctor?" Dis time he did answer.
"Yes." He simply said. Wow, I felt much better knowing dat!
"Okay good, so you can speak. Now are you going to tell me what you're going to cut off?"
Sighing as if I was an annoying problem he told me, "Your arms from the elbow down."
I didn't know what to say, "Oh good," I eventually said. He picked up a syringe from a table and came over to me.
"You won't feel a thing," He informed me.
"Please… you don't want to do dis. My arms are very important to me and I'd rather like to keep dem."
"Sorry," he said den injected de back of my hand with de drugs.
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NOTES – I think there'll only be one more part, which I'll write as soon as possible. Please review if you've read it or e-mail me because I've only recently got into X-Men fan fiction so I'd love to hear what you think.