What Someone is Willing
to Give
By: Vainglorious696
Remy: Vain owns not'ing,
so please don' hold her responsible for what de voices tell her ta do.
Maddie: Well, actually
she does own Eli and myself.
Remy: What de 'ell are
you doin' 'ere?!
Maddie: Well, I'm helping
you, dearest. I thought that that much
was obvious.
Remy: First dat 'Samu kid an now dis? You're just an O.C.!
Maddie: But and incredibly lifelike one . . .
Remy: … Please lirez et
ecrivez, non?
Maddie: You're kinda cute
when you're all bewildered like that.
Remy: *sigh*
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PART 10
Remy Lebeau was remembering
memories. Not the "Christmas at
Grandma's" memories, or even the time he fell of the roof during his
apprenticeship as a thief kind of memories: he was remembering the memories it
had taken him a lifetime to forget, memories that were slowly eating him alive.
Murderer. Whore. Mutant. Liar. Victim. Experiment. Thief.
He remembered the Antiquary and the things that he had done to him, the things
he had made him do. The way the old
man's mouth tasted in his and how much
it had hurt when he was finally finished with his body.
Butcher. Betrayer. Heartless. Slut. Defiler. Heretic. Demon.
He remembered growing up on the streets and living like a dog, hunted,
maligned, abused. Peddling anything and
everything he had so that he and the other children didn't starve. He always took care of the others first,
then himself. Until Fagan found
him. And even then, he wasn't
safe. Flesh sold, and Remy had always
been too pretty for his own good.
Judas. Worm. Coward. Freak. Toy. Street rat. Villain. Diable.
He remembered the day his family turned him away, merely another in a long line
of betrayals. He and his father had
fought bitterly and harsh words were spoken on both sides. Neither had ever apologized.
White trash. Faithless. Selfish. Gutter slut. Worthless. Slave.
He remembered the hell he went through after that, stripped through Guild
ceremonies of his markings, clan, family and identity. He had floated without purpose through a
black unfriendly world with growing powers that terrified him and a temper he
could barely control.
Wretch. Child-killer. Predator. Hitler. User. Alien. Gene-joke.
He remembered the dark day Lauren betrayed him to Sin and the Whiteguard. He remembered the day he returned to Berlin
after his escape and hunted them all down and killed them. He tortured Sin to death. Then he calmly called Gray Crow in the
States and said the he had done a very bad thing. That was the day he lost his mind.
Deceiver. Spy. Hypocrite. Faggot. Dog. Infidel. Fraud. Devil.
He remembered the madman who returned it to him. The uncontrollable situation he thought he could control. He remembered how sad the expression in Gray
Crow's eyes had been when Remy, bleeding, dazed, half-dead, and barely able to
focus for all the screaming in his head, had stumbled across him in the Morlock
Tunnels. Everywhere, people whom he had
cared for and trusted were slaughtering the Morlocks, a people dear to him. "Gray Crow, how could you?"
Slacker. Nympho. Can't be trusted. Never trusted. Never
safe.
He remembered Rogue, he had loved her so much, as she calmly left him to
die. "Take care of yo'self!" Her mockery bit deep. He remembered the day right before he had
left them all that he realized he didn't love her. He could never love her. Never trust her. Never be safe.
Never safe. Never true. Never trust. Don't trust them. Never.
Don't trust them, Remy. //Remy...// Don't trust them. //Wake// trust,
Remy. //Remy? Remy!// Do not trust them! //Up!// Never an
inch... //Remy, get--// Never a
hair... //up!// Never again, Remy. //Remy! Remy!// Don't trust... "You're safe with me..." //Remy,
please!// Please... Oh, god; it
hurts. Don't //Remy, wake up!// Don't trust The pain Safe //Wake
up!// trust pain safe wake pain safe waketrustpainsafewake //Remy!// saneohpleasewakeGod
//Get up!// pleasedon'ttrustmurdererSara //Remy! Remy, now!//
where'sSarasocold //Wake up!// helpme //wake up!// Help Me!
//WAKE UP!!!//
Remy's eyelids snapped open, the red pupils instantly contracting at the center
and dilating at the edges to block out a larger amount of light. His eyes lidded again as the drugs hit him
full force, but remained open. Dieu…
Consciousness struggled valiantly for several minutes against the thick black
tar of his mind, and eventually surfaced with a mental gasp. Forcing his eyes open, Remy regarded his
surroundings. He was back in the small room with the hospital bed.
He groaned and tried to shift to a more comfortable position. How long was I out?
//Several hours.//
Once again his eyes snapped open fully, this time in surprise. He looked wildly
around the room for the source of the voice. Who are ya? Why're ya in
my head?!
//We don't have time for this, Remy! Get up.//
Non. Can't. Dey've strapped me down.
//It's the drugs that are making you feel that way. Your restraints have been off for hours. Get up.//
Remy tried to move his arms, and realized that the voice was telling the
truth. After several minutes of
exertion, he managed to push himself upright. With a wince of pain, he looked slowly around the room, pain and
wariness evident in his every move.
Who ya be? Why're you helpin' me?
//That's not important now. You've got
to get out of here while you still can.//
An' why should I trust you?
//Because if you stay, you will die.//
Dere're fates worse dan death, chere. Believe me.
//There's no time for this!//
I don' know you! Don' trust you!
//You have no choice!//
Vraiment? Dere're always choices,
chere.
//Remy, please… Let me help you.//
An' what you get out of it? Ain't
nothin' free.
//Consider it a debt paid.//
To who?
//One to whom it was owed.//
Dat's vague, he sent sourly. Why you want ta be helpin' me?
//There's no time for this!//
Make time! I ain't got anyt'ing
better ta do.
//Kiltcher will be back any minute! Will you still be saying that then?//
Who's Kiltcher?
//The man holding you here. The one
who's been hurting you.//
Remy dropped his head into his hands, struggling to think past the drugs. An' who ya be?
//I work for Kiltcher. Look, if you
want to escape, you've gotta do so now. Or did you really want to attend your vivisection this afternoon?//
No t'anks.
//Well then?//
What the hell was going on here? Tilting his head slightly to the side, Gambit tried to consider his
options, well aware that his mysterious savior was probably eavesdropping. If he stayed here, he would probably end up
dead. Moreover, that doctor, Kiltcher,
had connections with Essex, and he had no intention of walking down that road
again. On the other hand, he didn't
know this woman, and wasn't about to trust her. But if he left with her, he could have a chance at escaping this
place and getting help.
His shields were rapidly falling away due to the wear and tear of repressed
memories on his psyche; it wouldn't be long before his kinetic powers were too
volatile for him to contain. Also,
there were his other powers to contend with. He hadn't had an episode since before he met Storm, and the idea
of losing his tenuous place with her and the others frightened him. If he didn't get help soon, he could kiss
everything he had worked for in these past few years goodbye, and Remy knew that
no help would be forthcoming here.
Remy sighed aloud into the sterile air. Nous ferons des choses comme vous voulez pour maintenent, but if you
betray me, you'll never live to tell.
She seemed to echo his sigh. //Trust me, Beautiful, I will never betray
you. Ever. Can you walk?//
Don' know. He pushed himself up
off the bed and then fell back down. Non.
//I need you to try, Remy, please.//
He tried again and this time succeeded in supporting his own weight. The effort was exhausting.
//Go to the door.//
He followed her directions without complaint, bare feet slowly dragging
themselves across the cold metal floor.
//Good. Open it by pressing the panel
to your right and look outside. Is
anyone there?//
Non.
//Go to the left and down five doors, then enter the door directly to your
right.//
The florescent lights in the ceiling banished comfortable shadows from the hall
and left Remy feeling naked and exposed. He moved sluggishly according to her instructions, pain lacing its way
through his body. It centered in his
chest and radiated outwards and Remy was afraid to look beneath the painfully
thin hospital gown and face the scars he knew to be there.
Dragging a hand along the wall to help support himself, he counted the doors he
passed. Une. Deux. Trois. Quatre. Cinq. This was it. The door she had
directed his to was across the wall from him. The Cajun pushed himself off of the wall to step across the hall and
instantly crashed down to his knees.
"Foudre!" He couldn't swallow the curse
and spots dance in front of his eyes for a moment.
//Remy?// The woman's concern was evident. //Just a little bit farther,
hon. You're almost there. Remy?//
Ignoring her, Remy drew on the final reserves of his strength and forced
himself to rise. He was going to do
this. He was going to get out of
here. Concentrating on placing in foot
ahead of the next, he crossed the hall at a maddeningly slow rate. Where was his speed? His grace? His famed agility? He longed for
them like an addict for a drug.
//Remy?//
He pushed the panel and the doors slid soundlessly open. The room was pitch black and his eyes
instantly compensated as the doors slid shut behind him. It was a storage area. Boxes and crates were piled to the ceiling and electronic equipment and
medical equipment. He carefully reached
out and scanned the room with his powers. He wasn't alone. Très
bein! So what now?
The other life force in the room emerged from the crates and began to walk
slowly towards him. It was a woman. Remy dropped into a defensive crouch and
almost lost his balance. He was in no
condition to fight, but surrender simply went against his nature.
The woman stopped about four feet away from him, arms at her side. "Hello, Remy."
It was the voice in his head.
He didn't waste time on greetings. "What de hell is goin' on here?!"
The woman raised her left arm, revealing an odd looking gun. Remy stood and stumbled backwards. "You're going home. Sorry. This is going to hurt."
She pulled the trigger and Remy's world exploded in pain.
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