What Someone is Willing to Give
By: Vainglorious696
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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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Part Twelve
Scalphunter glared at the
monitors. This was quickly going
nowhere fast, and Sinister wanted results. His lover entered the communications room and he didn't turn around.
Arclight's arms wrapped around his waist. "How's it?"
"It's not," he leaned back into the embrace.
"What's the problem?"
"He's gotta be shielding himself."
"He's always shielding himself, Gray Crow. That's just what he does."
"I know. But this is
different. This doesn't feel
right…"
Archlight laughed, an oddly gentle sound that few people had ever heard. "Could you imagine what he would say if
he could see us now, fussing over him like this?"
Gray Crow pictured the look of slightly patronizing amusement he knew would
have adorned Remy's face and chuckled at thought. "He always did think he could take the world on all by
himself."
Archlight's laughter faded. "God,
I miss him sometimes."
They both stood holding one another in a long uncomfortable silence until Gray
Crow broke the impromptu embrace. "I had better get back to work. Did anybody find anything yet?"
"No, but that still doesn't mean anything. If Remy is shielding himself, which is more than likely, he
probably doesn't want to be found."
"Great." The leader of the
Marauders sighed in resignation. "And with him, if he doesn't want to be, he won't."
"So what now, oh great and wise leader?"
He barked a short laugh without amusement; "Do you really want to tell the
boss we're wasting our time?"
"No; I don't particularly care to die today. He's really climbing the walls over this one. I don't get it, though. I mean, it's not the first time that the
thief's pulled the vanishing act. He
always turns up again sooner or later."
"Yeah," Gray Crow muttered as he turned back to the monitors. "But why would he hide from the
X-Men?"
"Maybe he wised up."
His reply was a derisive snort. "Like that'll ever happen."
Arclight opened her mouth and then closed it again. What could she say to that? As the brawny female Marauder left her lover behind, her thoughts
lingered on Gray Crow's last question. Why would Remy be hiding at all? Gray was right: something about this felt odd.
Trouble that involved Remy always seemed to herald some sort of storm for the
Marauders, and nothing good had ever come from such events. Maybe it was Karma,
always waiting until things were close to normal before tossing them all back
into chaos. She just hoped that they could all survive this time.
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