Alright a long chapter with a deepening plot. Ha ha ha! Okay this is where I'm starting to base the story around Remy and Rogue.
Hopefully this will be a bunch better then my last two chapters, I think it is but my opinion doesn't matter. Yours does, so let me know what you all think.
Disclaimer: Ask me if I own these characters.
Someone asks.
No! Geez what were you thinking! Who do you think I am Marvel? NO!
Anywho Enjoyz!
A Family Affair
ch. 4
"Here we go, little one," Lord Worthington said, as he tucked his daughter beneath her covers.
She looked at him. "Popa, I asked you to stop calling me that. I'm eight years old, I'm not a child anymore," she demanded.
He gave her a smile. "All right," he said and kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight."
As he began to leave her room she called out behind him. "Wait," she said, sitting up, "What about the story?"
Lord Worthington stopped turning around he said, "Ah, yes. I am sorry. Well what chapter were we on then?" pulling a book from the book shelf.
She sat in her bed as she tried to remember what chapter her father read her last night. "Chapter eleven," she declared. Last night's story events coming back into her mind.
He flipped to the page and began the new chapter.
Lady Marie laid in her bed listening to her father's voice. The one thing she truly loved about her father reading to her at night was the sound of his voice.
Lady Worthington watched outside the bedroom. Disgust overcame her face as she watched the typical before bed scene unfold. Her spying didn't last very long. She soon pulled the hood over her head and ventured out into the darkening night.
Soon she came to a place which she had grown to. A place where she had been meeting the man she loved nearly every night since her daughter was born. She waited for him to arrive. Pacing, impatiently, back and forth as she thought about the cozy scene of her husband and daughter. Then, seemingly, out of nowhere he arrived.
He dismounted his horse and strolled up to greet her. They embraced with a passionate kiss. "Lord Lensherr, I grow tired of this family of mine. I want to be rid of them," Lady Worthington began, walking from their embrace, "And I want us to be together. No matter the cost."
Lord Lensherr came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist, "In time, my dear. In time. I need to find someone to take the blame for this little family affair."
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He ran. Close on his heels were his father's guards. Remy could hear the horses' hooves beating on the road behind him.
For the first week he was safe. Safe from being an unknown traveler. There were no guards chasing after him and no greedy peasants turning him in for a price. But now, he had to watch every person that had seen him, especially the places he would go and the people he would meet.
Fortunately for him, he had been good friends with some of the peasant children of his father's kingdom. Many of them were very skillful thieves. Learning from their father's. As a boy he developed the skills rather quickly. He and his friends would pass the time by playing thieves. Another skill that grew from that was his skill to disappear.
He looked behind him. The guards were catching up. Time for him to put the slip on them. He turned to his left and ran. The vegetation of the forest was starting to turn in his favor from the few minor trees to now a setting where it was almost impossible to travel on horse.
A smile crept upon his face as he jumped and grabbed a tree branch above him. He pulled himself up into the tree. Hidden in the leaves.
The guards raced by. Once they were out of sight he doubled back to make his tracks unable to follow. He soon settled in a tree covered in leaves, not allowing anyone from below to see what might be hidden in the branches.
He climbed high in the tree so he would be able to spot any coming and going traveler's. There he settled for the evening in the branch. Pulling an apple from his pocket he ate in satisfaction. Waiting for the night to come.
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Another week had soon passed. Lady Worthington's impatience started getting the best of her. Any love she had left for either her loving husband and daughter was now filled with disgust.
Another night, another meeting with her love, Lord Lensherr. He arrived tonight with news that would please his impatient lady.
"I just had a talk with a well acquainted old chap of mine. We have struck a deal in which he will take care of our matters, discreetly of course," Lord Lensherr said, giving a sinister smile.
Lady Worthington returned the smile. She hugged him. "Oh, my love, will I finally be rid of that burden family of mine?" she asked, searching his eyes.
He smiled, "Yes, my dear. You and me, together at last," he said. They shared a kiss, a lustful kiss.
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Lady Marie awoke in a cold sweat. She sat up in her bed, her breath was short. As she began to awake the reality of her room and her surroundings brought her some comfort as the nightmare began to disappear. She lay back down on her bed, a little afraid to close her eyes, thinking she might be sent back to her nightmare.
Lady Marie pulled the covers over her head and caught her breath. She began to relax from the soothing silence of the night. That silence soon turned into a raging argument downstairs. Lady Marie recognized one of the voices as her father. The other voice she had never heard before, it was a gruff and loud voice.
A scuffle started. She heard the clanging of swords clashing together. Lady Marie pulled herself out of bed and headed towards the noise.
Once she was outside her room she started down the stairs. Closer and closer she got to the clashing of swords, then she saw the fight. The struggle between her father and a complete stranger. The fighting continued until her father was struck in the gut.
Lady Marie saw the other end of the sword sticking out of her father's back. The stranger pulled the sword out of Lord Worthington's flesh.
With the sword no longer supporting him, Lord Worthington fell to ground. He held his wound with one hand and held his sword in the other.
She closed her eyes holding back a cry. Her breath quickened as she watched her father's lifeless body flow blood across the floor.
"Now, for a little girl," the stranger said, making his way up the stairs. Once she saw him, Lady Marie scrambled to get up and soon made a mad dace to the other flight of stairs. "Ah, a hunt. This should be intriguing," he said, and raced after her.
She ran trough the hall. Behind her she heard the man catching up. Down the stairs they went, the stranger not far behind. She made it to the door, but before she could turn the knob the stranger grabbed her arm, pulling her from the door.
She kicked at the man but he was so tall and she couldn't reach him mostly because he held her at a distant. He laughed. "This should be fun," he said, punching her in the face. Her struggles stopped. He then threw her across the room.
Lady Marie landed, hard. As she tried to get up she fell back down unable to pick herself up. Before she could look back at the stranger he was there. After several blows in the stomach and one to the head. Lady Marie cried out in pain. The stranger unsheathed his sword and held his sword above his head. "This is nothing against you squirt," the man said.
Just as he was about to make the final blow another sword stopped his. "What the?" the stranger asked, looking to see whom would dare interfere with his affair.
The two fought. Lady Marie looked up from the ground to see what was happening, when she saw Lord Lensherr fighting the stranger. With a quick swipe, Lord Lensherr struck the strangers' arm. He growled and left quickly.
Blackness overwhelmed Lady Marie as she fell unconscious.
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So what do you think of my crappy action writing? Pretty shitty huh? Yeah that's what I thought. PLEASE! REVIEW! FOR ME!?!
Hopefully this will be a bunch better then my last two chapters, I think it is but my opinion doesn't matter. Yours does, so let me know what you all think.
Disclaimer: Ask me if I own these characters.
Someone asks.
No! Geez what were you thinking! Who do you think I am Marvel? NO!
Anywho Enjoyz!
A Family Affair
ch. 4
"Here we go, little one," Lord Worthington said, as he tucked his daughter beneath her covers.
She looked at him. "Popa, I asked you to stop calling me that. I'm eight years old, I'm not a child anymore," she demanded.
He gave her a smile. "All right," he said and kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight."
As he began to leave her room she called out behind him. "Wait," she said, sitting up, "What about the story?"
Lord Worthington stopped turning around he said, "Ah, yes. I am sorry. Well what chapter were we on then?" pulling a book from the book shelf.
She sat in her bed as she tried to remember what chapter her father read her last night. "Chapter eleven," she declared. Last night's story events coming back into her mind.
He flipped to the page and began the new chapter.
Lady Marie laid in her bed listening to her father's voice. The one thing she truly loved about her father reading to her at night was the sound of his voice.
Lady Worthington watched outside the bedroom. Disgust overcame her face as she watched the typical before bed scene unfold. Her spying didn't last very long. She soon pulled the hood over her head and ventured out into the darkening night.
Soon she came to a place which she had grown to. A place where she had been meeting the man she loved nearly every night since her daughter was born. She waited for him to arrive. Pacing, impatiently, back and forth as she thought about the cozy scene of her husband and daughter. Then, seemingly, out of nowhere he arrived.
He dismounted his horse and strolled up to greet her. They embraced with a passionate kiss. "Lord Lensherr, I grow tired of this family of mine. I want to be rid of them," Lady Worthington began, walking from their embrace, "And I want us to be together. No matter the cost."
Lord Lensherr came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist, "In time, my dear. In time. I need to find someone to take the blame for this little family affair."
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He ran. Close on his heels were his father's guards. Remy could hear the horses' hooves beating on the road behind him.
For the first week he was safe. Safe from being an unknown traveler. There were no guards chasing after him and no greedy peasants turning him in for a price. But now, he had to watch every person that had seen him, especially the places he would go and the people he would meet.
Fortunately for him, he had been good friends with some of the peasant children of his father's kingdom. Many of them were very skillful thieves. Learning from their father's. As a boy he developed the skills rather quickly. He and his friends would pass the time by playing thieves. Another skill that grew from that was his skill to disappear.
He looked behind him. The guards were catching up. Time for him to put the slip on them. He turned to his left and ran. The vegetation of the forest was starting to turn in his favor from the few minor trees to now a setting where it was almost impossible to travel on horse.
A smile crept upon his face as he jumped and grabbed a tree branch above him. He pulled himself up into the tree. Hidden in the leaves.
The guards raced by. Once they were out of sight he doubled back to make his tracks unable to follow. He soon settled in a tree covered in leaves, not allowing anyone from below to see what might be hidden in the branches.
He climbed high in the tree so he would be able to spot any coming and going traveler's. There he settled for the evening in the branch. Pulling an apple from his pocket he ate in satisfaction. Waiting for the night to come.
************************
Another week had soon passed. Lady Worthington's impatience started getting the best of her. Any love she had left for either her loving husband and daughter was now filled with disgust.
Another night, another meeting with her love, Lord Lensherr. He arrived tonight with news that would please his impatient lady.
"I just had a talk with a well acquainted old chap of mine. We have struck a deal in which he will take care of our matters, discreetly of course," Lord Lensherr said, giving a sinister smile.
Lady Worthington returned the smile. She hugged him. "Oh, my love, will I finally be rid of that burden family of mine?" she asked, searching his eyes.
He smiled, "Yes, my dear. You and me, together at last," he said. They shared a kiss, a lustful kiss.
*******************
Lady Marie awoke in a cold sweat. She sat up in her bed, her breath was short. As she began to awake the reality of her room and her surroundings brought her some comfort as the nightmare began to disappear. She lay back down on her bed, a little afraid to close her eyes, thinking she might be sent back to her nightmare.
Lady Marie pulled the covers over her head and caught her breath. She began to relax from the soothing silence of the night. That silence soon turned into a raging argument downstairs. Lady Marie recognized one of the voices as her father. The other voice she had never heard before, it was a gruff and loud voice.
A scuffle started. She heard the clanging of swords clashing together. Lady Marie pulled herself out of bed and headed towards the noise.
Once she was outside her room she started down the stairs. Closer and closer she got to the clashing of swords, then she saw the fight. The struggle between her father and a complete stranger. The fighting continued until her father was struck in the gut.
Lady Marie saw the other end of the sword sticking out of her father's back. The stranger pulled the sword out of Lord Worthington's flesh.
With the sword no longer supporting him, Lord Worthington fell to ground. He held his wound with one hand and held his sword in the other.
She closed her eyes holding back a cry. Her breath quickened as she watched her father's lifeless body flow blood across the floor.
"Now, for a little girl," the stranger said, making his way up the stairs. Once she saw him, Lady Marie scrambled to get up and soon made a mad dace to the other flight of stairs. "Ah, a hunt. This should be intriguing," he said, and raced after her.
She ran trough the hall. Behind her she heard the man catching up. Down the stairs they went, the stranger not far behind. She made it to the door, but before she could turn the knob the stranger grabbed her arm, pulling her from the door.
She kicked at the man but he was so tall and she couldn't reach him mostly because he held her at a distant. He laughed. "This should be fun," he said, punching her in the face. Her struggles stopped. He then threw her across the room.
Lady Marie landed, hard. As she tried to get up she fell back down unable to pick herself up. Before she could look back at the stranger he was there. After several blows in the stomach and one to the head. Lady Marie cried out in pain. The stranger unsheathed his sword and held his sword above his head. "This is nothing against you squirt," the man said.
Just as he was about to make the final blow another sword stopped his. "What the?" the stranger asked, looking to see whom would dare interfere with his affair.
The two fought. Lady Marie looked up from the ground to see what was happening, when she saw Lord Lensherr fighting the stranger. With a quick swipe, Lord Lensherr struck the strangers' arm. He growled and left quickly.
Blackness overwhelmed Lady Marie as she fell unconscious.
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So what do you think of my crappy action writing? Pretty shitty huh? Yeah that's what I thought. PLEASE! REVIEW! FOR ME!?!