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This part of the story deals with Cyanne and the things she saw in her mother's head.
***
It had been 2 days since Kaceillia had come and gone and 2 days since CeeJay had said a word. They had tried everything to get her to talk but the only thing she would say was that she was sorry and mommy come back.
So early the next morning Remy, Jean and Scott decided to have Jean use her telepathy to help CeeJay. They had all gathered in the Professor's office, CeeJay, Jean, Scott and Remy.
"Cyanne honey can you hear me?" Jean said in a quiet voice. But when she got no answer Remy shook his head yes to go on with the procedure. "Cyanne I want you to relax OK. I'm going to go into your mind so that I can help you."
And still no answer from the child.
"I'll link you and Scott with Cyanne and I." Jean said, "Ok I want everyone to relax and close you eyes."
All of a sudden they were in CeeJay's mind. It was a dark and a foreboding place.
"Are the two of you all right?" Jean asked and they both shook there head yes. "Cyanne! Cyanne! Where are you?" Jean called.
She the sound of a child crying and went toward it. When they did reach the girl she was sitting on the ground staring off.
"Cyanne baby, wake up petite." Remy said to his child.
"Cyanne, what's wrong? Why won't you come out of this place?" Jean said.
"I can't," CeeJay said after a few seconds.
"Why can't you?" Scott asked
"Because. I have to stay here. She needs me to stay with her or they'll hurt her."
"Who? Who will hurt her?" Jean said. Then CeeJay pointed and the darkness turned into a room, a lab of some sort. "What is this place?" Jean asked the girl.
"It's where the bad man hurts her. She can't leave, he won't let her."
"This must be part of Kaceillia's memories," Jean said.
"Who's the bad man? Where is she?" Scott asked. Then she pointed again at a table where Kaceillia was strapped.
"What da hell?" Remy said as he tried to go to the woman on the table but was stopped by an invisible wall.
"You can't go there, he won't let you. I tried but I can't get through, so I stay here and watch." CeeJay said, "Oh no! He's coming!"
They all turned to see a man in a lab coat going over to the table and started looking at all of the charts and machines, but they didn't see his face. Then they heard the man talk and Remy knew who it was from that voice.
"Ah, how are we feeling today?" the man in the white lab coat said.
"Go to hell you sick fucker!" Kaceillia spat back.
"I see that our manners haven't improved. Have you decided what you will do?" he asked. " Make the wise choice in this matter. Either way I get what I want."
"I said no before and I'll say it again. Fuck off!"
"Fine then. If you will not tell me where they are then you will take there place," he said then he turned around to get some instruments off of a table and every one saw his face.
"Sinister!" Remy hissed through clenched teeth.
"It doesn't really mater, you will do just as well," Sinister said. Then he took a scalpel and started cutting without giving her anything for the pain.
Kaceillia's screams echoed through CeeJay's mind. CeeJay Just sat and watched as her tears ran their course.
"Oh God!" Jean said with her hand over her mouth. Scott was throwing up and Remy had CeeJay's face buried in his chest. "This stops now!" Jean said and built a wall of stone in front of the memories.
Then she brought everyone out of CeeJay's mind including CeeJay. Everyone had tears in there eyes when they were brought back to reality.
"She didn't come back because he wanted us. She loves us so much. I can feel it, she loves you so much," Cyanne said while looking at her father. "We have to find her, he still wants her."
"I know petite. We'll find her and bring her home," Remy said.
That night Remy was awakened by his daughter's cries.
'She mus' be have'n another nightmare,' Remy thought as her went to her bed. She had been sleeping in his room for the past few days. "Petite wake up," he said.
"Daddy! They hurt her so bad," CeeJay said. "I want to help her but I can't, they won't let me."
"What was it about this time?" he asked finding that it helped her to talk about the dreams.
"They drugged her and put her in a small room. Then a big man with long blond hair and claws came in," CeeJay said with shaky breaths. "He held her down and.. And he hurt her so bad and she couldn't fight back."
At this Remy was sick. Kaceillia had been raped and he knew by whom but asked anyway.
"Do you know his name?" he asked.
"She called him Sabertooth," she said, her whole body shaking.
"What else did you see?"
"The man, Sinister, he made her do things for him. He said that he wouldn't hurt us if she did what he said," CeeJay said while wiping tears away. "She killed for him and he did things to her, experimented on her. Said that she was an 'interesting specimen', CeeJay said.
"Do you want to go see Jean?" Remy asked. Jean had helped by training CeeJay to put up a block that would help keep the memories out but at night the block would weaken and the memories would slip through the cracks.
"No I can fix it," she said then paused. "I told her I hated her", she said as more tears threatened to spill. "She must hate me!"
"Non petite, don'. Yo mommy love's you. Don't you ever fo'get dat." Remy said, "Get some rest."
"Night daddy."
"Night petite."
***
Remy and Logan had tracked Kaycee down to New York City, actually to a strip club in New York City, The Cotton Gin. It was a place where men with money went to have a good time.
Remy and Logan walked in to the place and took their seats in a corner booth near the stage. They sat there and watched as a girl with big blond hair and bright red lipstick danced with no rhythm to an old rock song. After she was done the MC voice came on to introduce the next act.
"And that was our lovely Brandy, was she hot or was she hot?" the announcer said and when he only got a few applause moved on. "And now for our main attraction, the beautiful, the talented, the flexible, Jordan Night!" and the crowd went wild.
When the music started to play not a word was whispered as all eyes went to the stage. She had on a red dress that was tight, her hair was up and she had on stilettos and gloves to match. The song Giving Him Something He Can Feel came on.
"People say that I'm to young
To let you know just where I'm coming from
But you will see
It's just a matter of time
My love will surly make you mine"
She started off just swaying to the music then she slowly took off her gloves and threw them in to the crowd of aw stuck men. She licked her lips slowly and the crowd went wild.
"Well I'm
Living in a world of ghetto life
Every one seems so uptight
But nothings wrong
And it's all right with mah man
Mah man
I like the way we carry on
His love is push'n me on and on
With Mah man
People out there can understand,"
She then ran her hands up and down her body and unhooked the straps to her dress. Remy was sitting the in a daze. She looked so beautiful and the way she was moving was mesmerizing. That's when she saw him or rather directed her striptease toward him.
"I'm giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real.
I'm giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real,
This love is real."
He couldn't move. It was like he was trapped by her eyes and his heart started to pound in his chest. She was slowly grinding to the music as she slid her dress off her shoulders and pushed it all the was down to her feet without even bending her knees and kicked the dress to Remy. And again the crowd went wild.
"Livin' in a world of ghetto life
Everyone is so uptight
Nothings wrong it's all right
With Mah man.
I like the way we carry on
His love is push'n me on and on
With mah man.
People out their can ya understand that I'm
Giving him something he can feel
To let him know this love is real.
Giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real,
This love is real.
Giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real,
This love is real.
Giving him something he can feel,
Giving him something he can feel."
As the song die out the crowd cheered well after she was off the stage with loot in hand of course.
Kaycee was dressed in record time and trying to get the hell out of that place. She snuck out the back door and made a B-line straight for her bike where she found Remy and Logan waiting.
"Hi there boys. Out for a night of ogling the girlys?" she asked sarcastically.
"We need ta talk chere." Remy said in a serious tone.
"Bout what sweets? Oh let me guess, you wanna know where I've been right?"
"No chere, I know where you've been." At this she became serious.
"How?" she asked quietly. 'Oh god, Oh god, Oh god," she kept thinking.
"Could you excuse us fo' a minute Logan," Remy said and Logan went to the end of the street to have a smoke. "Cyanne got yo memories and almost went mad. She need ya ta come home. Chere we need you ta come home," he said to her.
She was getting dizzy and found herself leaning against the brick wall next to her for support. 'I did this to her. I almost drove her crazy,' she thought.
"If she got my memories then I shouldn't be around her. It's better that I stay away from her," Kaycee said.
Remy had walked straight up to her and grabbed her by her arms in a vice like grip.
"You comin' back wit me if I have to drag you kickin' and screamin'. Yo daughter needs you and you goin'," he growled through clenched teeth.
She was beginning to shake from fear. Not fear of Remy but of a memory. When he noticed he relaxed his grip on her and spoke in gentler tones.
"Chere please, she need you ta come home. We need you to come home."
"I hurt her so much Remy. She's better off without me. All I've ever done was hurt the people I love. I don't want her hurt because of me," she pleaded; tears were beginning to well up in her eyes.
"She's been hurtin' with out you dere, and she wants you to come home. She miserable with out you dere."
* * * *
It was around 12 pm and most of the X-Men had gone to bed or were doing their own thing. Remy, Kaycee and Logan walked to find that Storm and CeeJay were waiting up for them. Or at least Ororo was because CeeJay had fallen asleep with her head on Ororo's lap.
"How long she been sleep?" Remy asked walking over to the couch with Kaycee and Logan.
"She has been asleep about an hour or so. I could not get her to go to bed, she insisted on waiting for you and Logan to return so I stayed with her," Storm said.
"She had any nightmares?" Remy asked.
"No."
"Come on Ro, let's go to bed, ya look tired," Logan said to Ororo. " Ya want me ta take her to her room?" Logan asked Remy.
"No tanks hommie, I take her ta my room wit me and Kaceillia can have my room," Remy said.
"It's all right that I stay here right?" Kaceillia asked.
"Yes it is perfectly all right and if anyone has a problem with it they can come and see me and I shall handle it," Ororo said and winked at her.
"Tank's Stormy."
"Do not call me that hideous name or you will suffer the consequences Remy Labeau," Storm said with fake furry and lightening and thunder crashed out side.
"Sure ting Stormy," Remy said and Storm rolled her eyes and follow Logan out of the room.
"I like her, she's nice. But I would never picture her with someone like wolf boy there," Kaceillia said.
"Can't help who you love," Remy said looking her in the eye, "can you?"
"No," she said in return avoiding his stare, "I guess you can't. So where should I put my thing?"
This part of the story deals with Cyanne and the things she saw in her mother's head.
***
It had been 2 days since Kaceillia had come and gone and 2 days since CeeJay had said a word. They had tried everything to get her to talk but the only thing she would say was that she was sorry and mommy come back.
So early the next morning Remy, Jean and Scott decided to have Jean use her telepathy to help CeeJay. They had all gathered in the Professor's office, CeeJay, Jean, Scott and Remy.
"Cyanne honey can you hear me?" Jean said in a quiet voice. But when she got no answer Remy shook his head yes to go on with the procedure. "Cyanne I want you to relax OK. I'm going to go into your mind so that I can help you."
And still no answer from the child.
"I'll link you and Scott with Cyanne and I." Jean said, "Ok I want everyone to relax and close you eyes."
All of a sudden they were in CeeJay's mind. It was a dark and a foreboding place.
"Are the two of you all right?" Jean asked and they both shook there head yes. "Cyanne! Cyanne! Where are you?" Jean called.
She the sound of a child crying and went toward it. When they did reach the girl she was sitting on the ground staring off.
"Cyanne baby, wake up petite." Remy said to his child.
"Cyanne, what's wrong? Why won't you come out of this place?" Jean said.
"I can't," CeeJay said after a few seconds.
"Why can't you?" Scott asked
"Because. I have to stay here. She needs me to stay with her or they'll hurt her."
"Who? Who will hurt her?" Jean said. Then CeeJay pointed and the darkness turned into a room, a lab of some sort. "What is this place?" Jean asked the girl.
"It's where the bad man hurts her. She can't leave, he won't let her."
"This must be part of Kaceillia's memories," Jean said.
"Who's the bad man? Where is she?" Scott asked. Then she pointed again at a table where Kaceillia was strapped.
"What da hell?" Remy said as he tried to go to the woman on the table but was stopped by an invisible wall.
"You can't go there, he won't let you. I tried but I can't get through, so I stay here and watch." CeeJay said, "Oh no! He's coming!"
They all turned to see a man in a lab coat going over to the table and started looking at all of the charts and machines, but they didn't see his face. Then they heard the man talk and Remy knew who it was from that voice.
"Ah, how are we feeling today?" the man in the white lab coat said.
"Go to hell you sick fucker!" Kaceillia spat back.
"I see that our manners haven't improved. Have you decided what you will do?" he asked. " Make the wise choice in this matter. Either way I get what I want."
"I said no before and I'll say it again. Fuck off!"
"Fine then. If you will not tell me where they are then you will take there place," he said then he turned around to get some instruments off of a table and every one saw his face.
"Sinister!" Remy hissed through clenched teeth.
"It doesn't really mater, you will do just as well," Sinister said. Then he took a scalpel and started cutting without giving her anything for the pain.
Kaceillia's screams echoed through CeeJay's mind. CeeJay Just sat and watched as her tears ran their course.
"Oh God!" Jean said with her hand over her mouth. Scott was throwing up and Remy had CeeJay's face buried in his chest. "This stops now!" Jean said and built a wall of stone in front of the memories.
Then she brought everyone out of CeeJay's mind including CeeJay. Everyone had tears in there eyes when they were brought back to reality.
"She didn't come back because he wanted us. She loves us so much. I can feel it, she loves you so much," Cyanne said while looking at her father. "We have to find her, he still wants her."
"I know petite. We'll find her and bring her home," Remy said.
That night Remy was awakened by his daughter's cries.
'She mus' be have'n another nightmare,' Remy thought as her went to her bed. She had been sleeping in his room for the past few days. "Petite wake up," he said.
"Daddy! They hurt her so bad," CeeJay said. "I want to help her but I can't, they won't let me."
"What was it about this time?" he asked finding that it helped her to talk about the dreams.
"They drugged her and put her in a small room. Then a big man with long blond hair and claws came in," CeeJay said with shaky breaths. "He held her down and.. And he hurt her so bad and she couldn't fight back."
At this Remy was sick. Kaceillia had been raped and he knew by whom but asked anyway.
"Do you know his name?" he asked.
"She called him Sabertooth," she said, her whole body shaking.
"What else did you see?"
"The man, Sinister, he made her do things for him. He said that he wouldn't hurt us if she did what he said," CeeJay said while wiping tears away. "She killed for him and he did things to her, experimented on her. Said that she was an 'interesting specimen', CeeJay said.
"Do you want to go see Jean?" Remy asked. Jean had helped by training CeeJay to put up a block that would help keep the memories out but at night the block would weaken and the memories would slip through the cracks.
"No I can fix it," she said then paused. "I told her I hated her", she said as more tears threatened to spill. "She must hate me!"
"Non petite, don'. Yo mommy love's you. Don't you ever fo'get dat." Remy said, "Get some rest."
"Night daddy."
"Night petite."
***
Remy and Logan had tracked Kaycee down to New York City, actually to a strip club in New York City, The Cotton Gin. It was a place where men with money went to have a good time.
Remy and Logan walked in to the place and took their seats in a corner booth near the stage. They sat there and watched as a girl with big blond hair and bright red lipstick danced with no rhythm to an old rock song. After she was done the MC voice came on to introduce the next act.
"And that was our lovely Brandy, was she hot or was she hot?" the announcer said and when he only got a few applause moved on. "And now for our main attraction, the beautiful, the talented, the flexible, Jordan Night!" and the crowd went wild.
When the music started to play not a word was whispered as all eyes went to the stage. She had on a red dress that was tight, her hair was up and she had on stilettos and gloves to match. The song Giving Him Something He Can Feel came on.
"People say that I'm to young
To let you know just where I'm coming from
But you will see
It's just a matter of time
My love will surly make you mine"
She started off just swaying to the music then she slowly took off her gloves and threw them in to the crowd of aw stuck men. She licked her lips slowly and the crowd went wild.
"Well I'm
Living in a world of ghetto life
Every one seems so uptight
But nothings wrong
And it's all right with mah man
Mah man
I like the way we carry on
His love is push'n me on and on
With Mah man
People out there can understand,"
She then ran her hands up and down her body and unhooked the straps to her dress. Remy was sitting the in a daze. She looked so beautiful and the way she was moving was mesmerizing. That's when she saw him or rather directed her striptease toward him.
"I'm giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real.
I'm giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real,
This love is real."
He couldn't move. It was like he was trapped by her eyes and his heart started to pound in his chest. She was slowly grinding to the music as she slid her dress off her shoulders and pushed it all the was down to her feet without even bending her knees and kicked the dress to Remy. And again the crowd went wild.
"Livin' in a world of ghetto life
Everyone is so uptight
Nothings wrong it's all right
With Mah man.
I like the way we carry on
His love is push'n me on and on
With mah man.
People out their can ya understand that I'm
Giving him something he can feel
To let him know this love is real.
Giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real,
This love is real.
Giving him something he can feel,
To let him know this love is real,
This love is real.
Giving him something he can feel,
Giving him something he can feel."
As the song die out the crowd cheered well after she was off the stage with loot in hand of course.
Kaycee was dressed in record time and trying to get the hell out of that place. She snuck out the back door and made a B-line straight for her bike where she found Remy and Logan waiting.
"Hi there boys. Out for a night of ogling the girlys?" she asked sarcastically.
"We need ta talk chere." Remy said in a serious tone.
"Bout what sweets? Oh let me guess, you wanna know where I've been right?"
"No chere, I know where you've been." At this she became serious.
"How?" she asked quietly. 'Oh god, Oh god, Oh god," she kept thinking.
"Could you excuse us fo' a minute Logan," Remy said and Logan went to the end of the street to have a smoke. "Cyanne got yo memories and almost went mad. She need ya ta come home. Chere we need you ta come home," he said to her.
She was getting dizzy and found herself leaning against the brick wall next to her for support. 'I did this to her. I almost drove her crazy,' she thought.
"If she got my memories then I shouldn't be around her. It's better that I stay away from her," Kaycee said.
Remy had walked straight up to her and grabbed her by her arms in a vice like grip.
"You comin' back wit me if I have to drag you kickin' and screamin'. Yo daughter needs you and you goin'," he growled through clenched teeth.
She was beginning to shake from fear. Not fear of Remy but of a memory. When he noticed he relaxed his grip on her and spoke in gentler tones.
"Chere please, she need you ta come home. We need you to come home."
"I hurt her so much Remy. She's better off without me. All I've ever done was hurt the people I love. I don't want her hurt because of me," she pleaded; tears were beginning to well up in her eyes.
"She's been hurtin' with out you dere, and she wants you to come home. She miserable with out you dere."
* * * *
It was around 12 pm and most of the X-Men had gone to bed or were doing their own thing. Remy, Kaycee and Logan walked to find that Storm and CeeJay were waiting up for them. Or at least Ororo was because CeeJay had fallen asleep with her head on Ororo's lap.
"How long she been sleep?" Remy asked walking over to the couch with Kaycee and Logan.
"She has been asleep about an hour or so. I could not get her to go to bed, she insisted on waiting for you and Logan to return so I stayed with her," Storm said.
"She had any nightmares?" Remy asked.
"No."
"Come on Ro, let's go to bed, ya look tired," Logan said to Ororo. " Ya want me ta take her to her room?" Logan asked Remy.
"No tanks hommie, I take her ta my room wit me and Kaceillia can have my room," Remy said.
"It's all right that I stay here right?" Kaceillia asked.
"Yes it is perfectly all right and if anyone has a problem with it they can come and see me and I shall handle it," Ororo said and winked at her.
"Tank's Stormy."
"Do not call me that hideous name or you will suffer the consequences Remy Labeau," Storm said with fake furry and lightening and thunder crashed out side.
"Sure ting Stormy," Remy said and Storm rolled her eyes and follow Logan out of the room.
"I like her, she's nice. But I would never picture her with someone like wolf boy there," Kaceillia said.
"Can't help who you love," Remy said looking her in the eye, "can you?"
"No," she said in return avoiding his stare, "I guess you can't. So where should I put my thing?"