CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE-- I can understand how it can be confusing. I'm going to
explain it in more detail in future chapters (Emma's attempts to kill Remy…
the SEVEN mutants). Like I said, this fan fic might go on forever!! ^_^
keep on reviewing; I keep writing.
Rated PG-13 for…
Usual
Disclaimer…
X-Men and X-Evo not mine… but I do have dumb history homework… *glares at the history book* DAMN YOU!!!! =P
*: From the mind
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Pull Strings
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Remy's eyes were back to normal before Rogue took him back to Mr. McCoy. Hank allowed Remy to rest.
Three hours passed. He closed his eyes and felt the pain deep within his chest. Damn, did it hurt. Soon, Rogue came and sat at the bedside. "You feeling alright…? Dinner is about to start."
He looked at her. "Yeah…" He sat up, despite the pain. He had to keep going… if he was still able to move, he was going to walk. There was no use on staying in bed. He had things to do and things to accomplish. No way was he going down that easily. Rogue scoffed. "Whatever. You know, you better be telling the truth." She opened the door.
He smiled, ignoring the pain. "Don' worry, Chere. I'm tellin' de truth." He followed her to the kitchen. He looked around. "Where is everybody?"
"Out… they're eating Vietnamese. They didn't know what you wanted… so…"
Remy blinked. "You stayed here jus' t' take care o' me?"
She laughed. "Yeah, right… I just didn't feel like Vietnamese today."
Remy inhaled deeply; the luscious aroma of gumbo entering his senses. "Dat's gumbo. You get a mix, or somet'ing?"
She grunted. "What? You think I can't cook?"
He smiled. "Why gumbo?"
She sighed. "Just felt like having some…" She lied. By the way he slurped down Odette's gumbo in New Orleans, she thought it might have made him feel better… even if she wasn't the best cook ever. He smirked and leaned towards the pot of gumbo. He breathed in and looked at the girl stirring the stew.
"Remy, tell me if its good enough yet." He shrugged and grabbed the spoon. He took a sip… not bad… but he had better… "Great so far. Did you jus' start?"
She pulled back the bangs from her eyes. "Yeah… but I can't seem to get the recipe right."
Remy smirked. "I'll show you how a REAL Cajun makes de gumbo, non?"
He looked around. "It needs more olive oil. You have any?"
She walked to the other side of the kitchen and grabbed the olive oil she had used earlier. She tried handing to him, but he was too busy getting the other ingredients. She stood for a while and waited. "A'hem! Got the olive oil." She grumbled. Caught unguarded, Remy grabbed the olive oil tightly and accidentally pulled Rogue with it. They slammed into each other and fell to the ground.
Remy slowly opened his eyes to see Rogue there on top of him. She punched his shoulder. "You should've warned me, first, you idiot!"
He laughed and sat up. "Yeah… well, if you just put de olive oil on de counter, dis wouldn't have happened." He paused. "Thank you."
She growled. "You have a natural talent on getting under people's skin, don't you?" She stood up and brushed herself off. He laughed. "I try."
She began stirring the gumbo. Remy walked to the fridge and took out some parsley. He dropped it in the pot. "Dat outta do it." He took the spoon from Rogue's hands and sipped some. "Oh yeah. Dat done it." He smiled. He looked at the girl. "Wan' a try?"
She blinked. "Duh, I was making it for me for the most part." She grabbed the spoon, Remy's hand still on it. She sipped and smiled. "Good."
They stood looking at each other. Rogue quickly stopped touching Remy's hand, and Remy dropped the spoon on the counter. They looked away from one another. Remy took some bowls out and poured some gumbo into them. "Dere." He handed a bowl to Rogue. She sat at the table, and soon Remy followed with his own bowl.
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Betsy smiled and began eating the Lu-Lac Steak. She smiled in satisfactory. She looked at the strong man next to her. "I'm glad you could come Gol… er… Vincent."
He was now trusted. Vincent was just a curious man. He was no longer a threat now that he was out of Emma's control. He smiled. "Thank you. The food is very good." He began experimenting with the chopsticks. Kitty laughed. "No, no! Like this." She held the chopsticks correctly in front of him. He tried to copy what she did. "Like this?"
Kitty laughed again. "No, like-"
"This?" He put them backwards. Kitty rearranged the chopsticks in his hands. "There! That way!" She smiled. He moved them in the grabbing motion. "Oh! I see!" He smiled and grabbed a crystal roll from the middle of the large table. Kitty smiled. "Vincent, are you now going to think for yourself?"
He nodded with half a crystal roll in his mouth. "Lady Jean told me to."
Kitty slapped the side of her head. "Well… it's a start, I guess." She drank some water and looked at Kurt. He, of course, was messing around with the chopsticks. Vincent observed and mimicked the elf. He did it so well, and so precise. It was like Vincent was the mirror vision of Kurt. Kitty was astonished. "You're a real fast learner, Vincent." He smiled.
Bishop finished his egg drop soup with his hunger appeased. He looked at the ceiling. "I wonder if Shard is doing all right… I mean… she's with Chronomancer."
Scott smiled. "Don't sweat the small stuff. I bet your kid sister is fine."
Bishop sighed. "I hope you're right."
Betsy sighed. "Yeah, don't be such a big baby about it. Your sister's happy right?"
"Yeah, but I know it's not right and it shouldn't happen. I should at least save her heartbreak."
Vincent looked at him. "Better yet, save her life." He stopped and kept eating. Bishop looked at him. "What are you saying?"
He looked back at the darker man. "I said something?"
"Vincent! What do you mean by 'save her life'?"
He blinked. "I didn't say anything."
It was strange. This was the beginning of Vincent randomly talking out of place, and not remembering what he had just said. Bishop growled and glared at the muscular man from the corner of his eye. What was up with that? Save her life…
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Vincent stood outside and watched the sky.
"Night. Night is my time, the only moment that I truly feel safe. When the sun sets from the blue and bright sky, somehow the air feels much sweeter. I watch. People holding themselves to the earth, afraid and fearing death. I hear them call to the heavens when their time closes. I wonder what keeps them, what tortures them so. I watch. I look with eyes closed, but mind remembering. I try to stay in the night, but day comes to hide me once again. Night is my shelter, but as my heart stops at the brightness of day, no one attacks the vulnerable me."
He heard the sound of gently footsteps coming near. He looked behind to see Kitty. She sniffed the air. "That… that was beautiful Vincent. Who wrote it?"
He looked at the ground. "I don't remember… they're just words."
Kitty smiled and sat next to him. "It was poetry. Shakespeare? Mr. McCoy would love to hear it."
Vincent shook his head. "I was told these words… but… … I don't know who spoke them."
Kitty blinked. "Do you remember anything about your past?"
He sighed and looked back at the sky. "I don't know…"
"It's going to get dark soon. I'm going to go inside. Coming?"
He smiled. "Thanks, but I'll pass."
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Remy was on the roof, and the sun went down. Rogue grumbled. "Get down from there! You don't want to get MORE hurt, do you?"
"Rogue, c'mere."
She shrugged and climbed up the roof next to him. He looked at her. "Chere… you have to quit waitin' f' me. I t'ink dat I am no use against Emma."
She scoffed. "If she wants to kill you… you never know. Maybe you're really important to all this."
"An' what 'bout you, Chere? You're goin' through a great deal o' pain because o' me."
"Not because of you. Because of Emma. Don't think you were the one who attacked me."
"Chere…"
"Remy, stop trying to take the blame. Tomorrow is school. Go to sleep. Oh, and I'm locking my doors incase you got any ideas."
Remy laughed. "What d' y' mean?"
She looked at him. "That little comment in the kitchen…?"
He laughed, but in a more nervous tone. "I was kiddin'… an' besides, I can pick locks."
"Since when?"
"Since forever. Thieves Guild, Chere."
She sighed. "Crap. That's right."
He stood up. "G'night."
She stood up and grabbed his arm. "Wait."
"Hm?"
"Things have been a little weird between us. What's going on? Was it the kiss?"
Remy smirked. "If anyt'ing YOU'RE being weird. I'm just trying to figure out how I can make a move on ya."
Her eyes widened. "How can you think about THAT when you just barely recovered???!!! You're a fool!"
Remy walked towards her and held her chin up for her eyes to meet deeply within his. "I know I am… but why did you kiss me, Chere?"
"I…" She tried to look away, but Remy's grasp was so comfortable… it was like she never wanted to leave his arms. AUGH! She hated herself! Just a dumb boy! A dumb, immature, arrogant… … …
"Y' know… I don' mind if we kiss again." He smiled. God, that smile. It was perfect. Well… maybe it was alright… Emma wasn't in her… Remy wouldn't get as hurt, right? AUGH! No! NO! She couldn't…
"I can handle it. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger, non?"
"No! You don't understand! Mr. McCoy would hate it if you had to come back to the infirmary! He wouldn't want-"
"Chere… Rogue… just tell me what YOU want."
"I…" She looked away. She pushed him off. "I don't want YOU to get hurt, Jackass!" She began walking to her balcony from the roof.
Remy nodded. "I understand… but aren't we only hurting ourselves? How long can we keep dis going, Chere?"
The sound of Vincent yelling was heard from afar. Remy faced the direction. "Golem?"
Rogue growled. "Shit… why tonight of all nights?" She ran to her balcony, through the mansion, and ran outside; Remy following. Vincent was going on a rampage. Something was terribly wrong. "Golem! Hold on!" Remy jumped to the man and grabbed a hold of him. Vincent had become violent all of a sudden. He hit Remy onto the ground, but Rogue soon arrived, and removed her gloves. She held Vincent on his neck… he slowly began to fall. Rogue blinked. "What has gotten into him?" Suddenly thoughts from him came. But how? Didn't Emma make the seven mutants immune to her memory absorbing? Somehow… Emma wanted her to know something… something about Vincent…
People… house of white… padded walls… Emma… … Emma… what was he????
Rogue fell back, Remy caught her. Vincent fell to the ground. "Rogue! You alright?"
She groaned. "Ugh… I don't understand…"
Remy held her. "Understand what?"
"Vincent's not human."
He blinked "What?"
"He… … I don't know WHAT he is, but it isn't human… he was just controlled by Emma."
Remy looked to see Golem lying on the floor… he looked pretty human to him… but… something… … people began to crowd around Remy, Rogue and Vincent. Did they watch the whole thing? Who were they??
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Romance and Mystery. Lots more fun than history. So, if you are good, and review and review, in will come… Chapter Twenty-two!! ^_^ (oh god, shoot me! I'm rhyming!!!)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: REAPER'S WISH
Ok. NOOO more rhyming. Besides… that really sucked!!! lol. ^_^;;;
Rated PG-13 for…
Usual
Disclaimer…
X-Men and X-Evo not mine… but I do have dumb history homework… *glares at the history book* DAMN YOU!!!! =P
*: From the mind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pull Strings
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Remy's eyes were back to normal before Rogue took him back to Mr. McCoy. Hank allowed Remy to rest.
Three hours passed. He closed his eyes and felt the pain deep within his chest. Damn, did it hurt. Soon, Rogue came and sat at the bedside. "You feeling alright…? Dinner is about to start."
He looked at her. "Yeah…" He sat up, despite the pain. He had to keep going… if he was still able to move, he was going to walk. There was no use on staying in bed. He had things to do and things to accomplish. No way was he going down that easily. Rogue scoffed. "Whatever. You know, you better be telling the truth." She opened the door.
He smiled, ignoring the pain. "Don' worry, Chere. I'm tellin' de truth." He followed her to the kitchen. He looked around. "Where is everybody?"
"Out… they're eating Vietnamese. They didn't know what you wanted… so…"
Remy blinked. "You stayed here jus' t' take care o' me?"
She laughed. "Yeah, right… I just didn't feel like Vietnamese today."
Remy inhaled deeply; the luscious aroma of gumbo entering his senses. "Dat's gumbo. You get a mix, or somet'ing?"
She grunted. "What? You think I can't cook?"
He smiled. "Why gumbo?"
She sighed. "Just felt like having some…" She lied. By the way he slurped down Odette's gumbo in New Orleans, she thought it might have made him feel better… even if she wasn't the best cook ever. He smirked and leaned towards the pot of gumbo. He breathed in and looked at the girl stirring the stew.
"Remy, tell me if its good enough yet." He shrugged and grabbed the spoon. He took a sip… not bad… but he had better… "Great so far. Did you jus' start?"
She pulled back the bangs from her eyes. "Yeah… but I can't seem to get the recipe right."
Remy smirked. "I'll show you how a REAL Cajun makes de gumbo, non?"
He looked around. "It needs more olive oil. You have any?"
She walked to the other side of the kitchen and grabbed the olive oil she had used earlier. She tried handing to him, but he was too busy getting the other ingredients. She stood for a while and waited. "A'hem! Got the olive oil." She grumbled. Caught unguarded, Remy grabbed the olive oil tightly and accidentally pulled Rogue with it. They slammed into each other and fell to the ground.
Remy slowly opened his eyes to see Rogue there on top of him. She punched his shoulder. "You should've warned me, first, you idiot!"
He laughed and sat up. "Yeah… well, if you just put de olive oil on de counter, dis wouldn't have happened." He paused. "Thank you."
She growled. "You have a natural talent on getting under people's skin, don't you?" She stood up and brushed herself off. He laughed. "I try."
She began stirring the gumbo. Remy walked to the fridge and took out some parsley. He dropped it in the pot. "Dat outta do it." He took the spoon from Rogue's hands and sipped some. "Oh yeah. Dat done it." He smiled. He looked at the girl. "Wan' a try?"
She blinked. "Duh, I was making it for me for the most part." She grabbed the spoon, Remy's hand still on it. She sipped and smiled. "Good."
They stood looking at each other. Rogue quickly stopped touching Remy's hand, and Remy dropped the spoon on the counter. They looked away from one another. Remy took some bowls out and poured some gumbo into them. "Dere." He handed a bowl to Rogue. She sat at the table, and soon Remy followed with his own bowl.
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Betsy smiled and began eating the Lu-Lac Steak. She smiled in satisfactory. She looked at the strong man next to her. "I'm glad you could come Gol… er… Vincent."
He was now trusted. Vincent was just a curious man. He was no longer a threat now that he was out of Emma's control. He smiled. "Thank you. The food is very good." He began experimenting with the chopsticks. Kitty laughed. "No, no! Like this." She held the chopsticks correctly in front of him. He tried to copy what she did. "Like this?"
Kitty laughed again. "No, like-"
"This?" He put them backwards. Kitty rearranged the chopsticks in his hands. "There! That way!" She smiled. He moved them in the grabbing motion. "Oh! I see!" He smiled and grabbed a crystal roll from the middle of the large table. Kitty smiled. "Vincent, are you now going to think for yourself?"
He nodded with half a crystal roll in his mouth. "Lady Jean told me to."
Kitty slapped the side of her head. "Well… it's a start, I guess." She drank some water and looked at Kurt. He, of course, was messing around with the chopsticks. Vincent observed and mimicked the elf. He did it so well, and so precise. It was like Vincent was the mirror vision of Kurt. Kitty was astonished. "You're a real fast learner, Vincent." He smiled.
Bishop finished his egg drop soup with his hunger appeased. He looked at the ceiling. "I wonder if Shard is doing all right… I mean… she's with Chronomancer."
Scott smiled. "Don't sweat the small stuff. I bet your kid sister is fine."
Bishop sighed. "I hope you're right."
Betsy sighed. "Yeah, don't be such a big baby about it. Your sister's happy right?"
"Yeah, but I know it's not right and it shouldn't happen. I should at least save her heartbreak."
Vincent looked at him. "Better yet, save her life." He stopped and kept eating. Bishop looked at him. "What are you saying?"
He looked back at the darker man. "I said something?"
"Vincent! What do you mean by 'save her life'?"
He blinked. "I didn't say anything."
It was strange. This was the beginning of Vincent randomly talking out of place, and not remembering what he had just said. Bishop growled and glared at the muscular man from the corner of his eye. What was up with that? Save her life…
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Vincent stood outside and watched the sky.
"Night. Night is my time, the only moment that I truly feel safe. When the sun sets from the blue and bright sky, somehow the air feels much sweeter. I watch. People holding themselves to the earth, afraid and fearing death. I hear them call to the heavens when their time closes. I wonder what keeps them, what tortures them so. I watch. I look with eyes closed, but mind remembering. I try to stay in the night, but day comes to hide me once again. Night is my shelter, but as my heart stops at the brightness of day, no one attacks the vulnerable me."
He heard the sound of gently footsteps coming near. He looked behind to see Kitty. She sniffed the air. "That… that was beautiful Vincent. Who wrote it?"
He looked at the ground. "I don't remember… they're just words."
Kitty smiled and sat next to him. "It was poetry. Shakespeare? Mr. McCoy would love to hear it."
Vincent shook his head. "I was told these words… but… … I don't know who spoke them."
Kitty blinked. "Do you remember anything about your past?"
He sighed and looked back at the sky. "I don't know…"
"It's going to get dark soon. I'm going to go inside. Coming?"
He smiled. "Thanks, but I'll pass."
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Remy was on the roof, and the sun went down. Rogue grumbled. "Get down from there! You don't want to get MORE hurt, do you?"
"Rogue, c'mere."
She shrugged and climbed up the roof next to him. He looked at her. "Chere… you have to quit waitin' f' me. I t'ink dat I am no use against Emma."
She scoffed. "If she wants to kill you… you never know. Maybe you're really important to all this."
"An' what 'bout you, Chere? You're goin' through a great deal o' pain because o' me."
"Not because of you. Because of Emma. Don't think you were the one who attacked me."
"Chere…"
"Remy, stop trying to take the blame. Tomorrow is school. Go to sleep. Oh, and I'm locking my doors incase you got any ideas."
Remy laughed. "What d' y' mean?"
She looked at him. "That little comment in the kitchen…?"
He laughed, but in a more nervous tone. "I was kiddin'… an' besides, I can pick locks."
"Since when?"
"Since forever. Thieves Guild, Chere."
She sighed. "Crap. That's right."
He stood up. "G'night."
She stood up and grabbed his arm. "Wait."
"Hm?"
"Things have been a little weird between us. What's going on? Was it the kiss?"
Remy smirked. "If anyt'ing YOU'RE being weird. I'm just trying to figure out how I can make a move on ya."
Her eyes widened. "How can you think about THAT when you just barely recovered???!!! You're a fool!"
Remy walked towards her and held her chin up for her eyes to meet deeply within his. "I know I am… but why did you kiss me, Chere?"
"I…" She tried to look away, but Remy's grasp was so comfortable… it was like she never wanted to leave his arms. AUGH! She hated herself! Just a dumb boy! A dumb, immature, arrogant… … …
"Y' know… I don' mind if we kiss again." He smiled. God, that smile. It was perfect. Well… maybe it was alright… Emma wasn't in her… Remy wouldn't get as hurt, right? AUGH! No! NO! She couldn't…
"I can handle it. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger, non?"
"No! You don't understand! Mr. McCoy would hate it if you had to come back to the infirmary! He wouldn't want-"
"Chere… Rogue… just tell me what YOU want."
"I…" She looked away. She pushed him off. "I don't want YOU to get hurt, Jackass!" She began walking to her balcony from the roof.
Remy nodded. "I understand… but aren't we only hurting ourselves? How long can we keep dis going, Chere?"
The sound of Vincent yelling was heard from afar. Remy faced the direction. "Golem?"
Rogue growled. "Shit… why tonight of all nights?" She ran to her balcony, through the mansion, and ran outside; Remy following. Vincent was going on a rampage. Something was terribly wrong. "Golem! Hold on!" Remy jumped to the man and grabbed a hold of him. Vincent had become violent all of a sudden. He hit Remy onto the ground, but Rogue soon arrived, and removed her gloves. She held Vincent on his neck… he slowly began to fall. Rogue blinked. "What has gotten into him?" Suddenly thoughts from him came. But how? Didn't Emma make the seven mutants immune to her memory absorbing? Somehow… Emma wanted her to know something… something about Vincent…
People… house of white… padded walls… Emma… … Emma… what was he????
Rogue fell back, Remy caught her. Vincent fell to the ground. "Rogue! You alright?"
She groaned. "Ugh… I don't understand…"
Remy held her. "Understand what?"
"Vincent's not human."
He blinked "What?"
"He… … I don't know WHAT he is, but it isn't human… he was just controlled by Emma."
Remy looked to see Golem lying on the floor… he looked pretty human to him… but… something… … people began to crowd around Remy, Rogue and Vincent. Did they watch the whole thing? Who were they??
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Romance and Mystery. Lots more fun than history. So, if you are good, and review and review, in will come… Chapter Twenty-two!! ^_^ (oh god, shoot me! I'm rhyming!!!)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: REAPER'S WISH
Ok. NOOO more rhyming. Besides… that really sucked!!! lol. ^_^;;;