What Someone is Willing to Give
By: Vain
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Disclaimer:
Gambit, the X-Men, Essex, and anybody else that you probably recognize is Marvel's. Sin, Dr. Kiltchner, Madeleine, and any
unfarmiliars are mine. Please don't sue me, Marvel- I'm poor. Besides, I spend
more $ on your comics than any lawsuit could possibly ever win.
This is a brutal story containing graphic violence, MATURE THEMES, and dark imagery. You have been warned, therefore, please use
your discretion accordingly. Thank
You.
~Vain
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He was beautiful in his sleep.
Even after all these years… Funny, some things never change.
Madeleine looked away from the passenger seat of her car and back at the
endless night highway. What are you
doing, girl. You're going to get
yourself killed. You're going to get
him killed. Is that what you want? Eli
is going to catch you, and then you're both screwed. She angrily punched the radio dial as though
the motion could exorcise the nagging voice of sensibility from her head. It was almost impossible to keep a good
station in the mountains. Oh
well. You can't turn back now. What would you say? "Oops. Sorry 'bout that, doc; I kinda lost my mind
there for a minute. Here's your
experiment back. He's a little banged
up, but none the worse for wear." Oh, yeah, Kiltcher would love that.
With unnecessary violence, she twisted the volume control to "off" and the knob
snapped off in her hand. "Damn American
craftsmanship. Can't even attach a
frickin' knob."
The sound of her own voice comforted her. She turned a curve sharply, causing Remy to slide slightly towards her
in the seat. Maddie cast a worried
glance in his direction, a frown playing across her rouged lips. The blaster had only been set on stun, but given
his weak condition, even such a low setting could be dangerous. How could she have been so stupid?
The minute he had looked at her with those eyes, with his eyes, she had just
been making one idiot mistake after another! She didn't even know if this Remy Lebeau was really the one she had
known as "Le Diable Blanc." She knew nothing
about him. All she knew was that she
cared for the enigmatic young man next to her and every time Eli had put him on
the slab to cut him, she had felt the knife as though it was her skin being
opened, too.
He shifted sluggishly, his breathing labored. Still frowning, the young woman reached over and felt his pulse. It was thready, but there. He needed a doctor, and for all her time in
labs and around scientists, Madeleine was simply not a doctor. She didn't even know where she was taking
him…
Eli had said the northeastern United States, but that could be anywhere from
Maine to Virginia. And Montana was a
long way from there. Think, girl,
think!
She smacked her hand against the steering wheel quite unnecessarily, bending
back her pinkie. "Ow!" A nail had broken off and she raised the
offended digit up to inspect the damage. "Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Her finger still hurt.
Remy stirred again, moaning a little, and she looked up in alarm. He couldn't
wake up. Not now! He shifted with a bit more strength than
previously and then stilled. He didn't
move again.
Flicking her hair from her face, Maddie began to chew on the right side of her
lower lip. Please God, if there is
any justice in this world at all, please help me see him safe. Please.
Remy's breathing was gradually evening out, although it remained painfully
shallow. Madeleine tried to avoid
looking at him and concentrated on his slow gasps for air and the monotonous
road stretched before her. Next to her
Remy Lebeau, her hope, her redemption, dreamed of memories.
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