Ah, my belated chapter. Sorry ~ head drops, whimper escapes lips. Okay enough of that crap. So you want it?! Here you got it!
******Special Acknowledgement goes out to my beta reader Aya, aka Pissy Abyssinian. MY HERO!! Te-he! This chapter dedicated to you bud-dy.**********
Low and behold the near ending of the story. YES!! HA HA! Oops, uh…it wasn't me!
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
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Chapter 11
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The loud booming of horses' hooves beat against the ground. From anyone nearby that heard the beats might suggest that its' riders were in a hurry.
"Where do you think she's heading?" Bobby asked. Turning his attention from ahead to look at Logan.
"At first I wasn't sure but Xavier's Spring Festival is tomorrow morning and I recall her requesting to go there every year. So I think that might be a good place to start," Logan answered, never looking away from darkened road.
Satisfied, Bobby did the same. The only thing on his mind was the safety of Marie.
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It was early in the morning. Though that didn't stop Pietro from riding faster to reach his father's castle as soon as possible. Pietro had been Lensherr's spy inside Xavier's castle for the past three years. He served as a cook for Xavier. Sending his father updates on Lady Marie.
Though he did as he was asked, Pietro could never pass the feeling of this being just a complete waste of time. He has never understood Lensherr's continued fulfillment on the required death of Lady Marie.
Granted she slipped through his fingers and that might be the reason behind this ambitious plan his father is so intrigued on finishing. If Lensherr wanted someone dead they ended up dead sooner or later. Though no one has ever eluded their fate from Lensherr, not this long at least.
A patient man, Pietro knew his father had waited patiently for this day. The day that Marie was no longer under the care of Xavier and his guards.
Pietro smiled, 'this day,' he thought, reaching the castle.
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"What news do you bring me this day, my son?" Lensherr asked, as Pietro entered the castle.
"Father, great news. Marie has left the castle, alone," Pietro answered.
"What? Are you sure she's alone?"
"Yes, Bobby found her missing last night. She climbed out her window. I overheard Bobby and Logan's conversation about Marie may be on her way to the Spring Festival as I followed them a ways. We need to be careful they do not interfere with the plan."
"That can be taken care of," Lensherr said, turning towards the stairwell. "Creed."
A gruff voiced answered. Taking that as an invitation that Creed was aware of Lensherr's presents, he spoke, "Pack up, the time has come." Smiling Lensherr looked at his son. Placing a hand on Pietro's shoulder, "I'm going to take Creed with me and stop Logan and Bobby before they reach Marie. My band the Brotherhood will take care of Marie."
As he was about to leave Pietro stepped forward, "Shall I accompany you?"
Stopping, Lensherr gazed at Pietro. "That will not be necessary. I want you to return to the castle. So you don't blow your cover. I may need your resourcefulness another time."
Creed and Lensherr left, on their way to settle this affair they have been waiting for eight years to deal with.
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The chilly morning fog spread across the land. Though it didn't obscure anyone's vision, it would keep the dewy ground moist until the sun would dried the lands.
Logan and Bobby had slowed their urgent riding since they weren't sure what time Marie had left, they could very well have passed her on the journey here. Another couple of hours and they would be at the Festival and hopefully have found Marie before anyone else had.
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Creed and Lensherr searched the Festival for their awaited guests. Though making sure their appearance wasn't known to anyone, especially if Marie was expected to be here as well.
Just as a new crowd arrived so did Logan and Bobby. "It appears our guests have arrived," Lensherr said, gesturing Creed towards them.
"Let's not keep them waiting," Creed said, heading towards them.
Grabbing Creed's arm, "Wait. If we're going to attack them, let's not do it here."
He started heading in the other direction out of town, Creed followed. "It's been a while, hasn't it Logan," Lensherr yelled across the square.
Caught dead in his tracks Logan's eyes searched the lands for the owner of the voice. When he found it his lips curled. "You son of a bitch," he hollered back, unsheathing his sword and kicking his horses' gut.
Bobby wasn't far behind Logan as they followed Lensherr and Creed away from the Festival.
When Lensherr decided they were at a good distance he turned back to face his attackers. Sword in hand he waited. "I got the runt," Creed, demanded, his horse stepping in front of Lensherr's.
The fury of blades clanged together. Each hit was intended for a deadly blow to the other's flesh. Sparks flew and so did words of anger.
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When Bobby saw Lensherr alone, waiting for him he didn't hesitate on accepting Lensherr's invitation. Their swords met, one swing blocked by the other. "Whom may I ask are you, dear boy?" Lensherr asked.
"I am Robert Drake. Though I have never met you I know you're Lord Lensherr. The coward who has kept my best friend hidden in a castle most of her life from you," Bobby responded.
"Ah. You assume correct. I am Lord Lensherr. Though I am not a coward, boy."
"Yeah? You tried to kill an eight year old girl and still pursue her. By all accounts that's a coward. You can't fight a man."
"Non the less. I keep getting interrupted by unworthy opponents, like you."
"I am keeping you at bay, am I not?"
"Only for me to gain information about yourself. So Lady Marie is your best friend. That does give me an idea." Lensherr butted Bobby in the head with his sword handle. Unconscious, Lensherr took Bobby's horses reins and pulled his horse behind him as he began his return to his castle.
"Creed, come along. I have a plan," Lensherr yelled back to Creed.
Grunting, Creed pulled out another sword and stabbed Logan's horse. The horse fell to the ground, with Logan along.
Logan hit the ground, hard. He managed to get his foot out from beneath his horse. "Creed! You coward! Get back here!" he yelled at the retreating figures.
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"Hello," Marie greeted, thinking how lame it sounded but she desperately wanted to start the conversation.
He smiled in return. "hi," he said simply. They shared a smile and looked at everything but each other. "So, where are you from?" Remy asked.
'Oh! A luscious accent,' she thought, holding an inward giggle, though the smile still made it across her face.
A moment after she returned from her fantasy world she thought of the question he had just asked. Dozens of thoughts poured into her mind. Could she trust him? Should she trust him? She doesn't know anything about him. Before she thought about it she answered. "I'm from Oxford. I'm visiting my uncle here. He let's me go to the Spring Festival every time I visit him."
'Damn,' she thought. 'Why did I just lie to him?' Still she wasn't sure what she was feeling about him. Whether her instincts were telling her to not tell him anything true of her life, for he may be working for Lord Lensherr or trust him for saving her life.
"Oh. I'm from Orleans in France. But when I turned eighteen I came to England to explore the wondrous lands and help damsels in distress," he said, smiling at her. 'Alright, so I lied, a little. I haven't made it all these years by being honest with everyone I come across,' he thought.
"I'm not a damsel in distress," she corrected, becoming angry at the insult, though she knew it wasn't intended to be an insult.
"I am sorry, chere. Well then what is your name?" he asked.
"My name? My name is, Rogue."
'Ah! Another lie!' she thought.
"Well, Rogue I be Gambit." Though it wasn't his name, Remy had used it instead of his real name for all these years.
Marie smiled as Remy returned it. Eyes locking, yet again. The silence of the night allowed them to share this tender moment without any sort of distractions.
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Logan knelt next to his horse. Weakly, the horse strained to move. Taking a breathe Logan checked the wound, it was deep. Creed knew what he was doing. A sudden burst of energy erupted from the horse and then all life escaped its' body.
"Sorry Red. I should have seen that coming." Letting a low vengeful growl Logan left the horse, dead in the road. 'I promise after all this is over I will return for you. Until then I will avenge you and the many other lives Creed murdered,' he thought.
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Logan returned to the Festival around mid afternoon. He searched the grounds but with no sign of Lady Marie. Intent on making his promise, he thought about just heading after Creed. At least he knew Creed was in this region and the whereabouts of Marie were still unknown.
A familiar scent caught his attention. 'Marie,' he thought. Though he was human, Logan was a skilled tracker. He followed the scent to the alley, picking up three or four other scents. A figure moved out of the corner of his eye. He leaped onto the figure and caught the man before he could escape.
"Hey man, let me go," the guy said, struggling to get free.
The man's scent was awful, resembling one of the scent from the alley. Logan picked the man up off the ground. He recognized him as one of Lensherr's henchmen, Todd he thought it was.
"Where's Lady Marie?" Logan demanded, shaking Todd.
Todd groaned from the shaking, clutching his nose. Logan held back a smirk, noticing the bruised and broken nose, thinking Marie might have left her mark on him.
"Well, where is she?" Logan repeated, shaking him, harder this time.
"Somebody stopped us from taking her," he answered.
"Who?"
"How should I know? I was about to take her to Lord Lensherr when some boy caught me off guard and punched me in the nose," he touched his nose to prove his point. "Lucky for him I was too busy trying to take that girl. I would have,"
"I'm sure. Where did he go?"
"I don't know he kicked me dozens of times when I was down. Got lucky too, knocked me unconscious. If I ever,"
"All right I got a new question, since I know Lensherr keeps you grunts updated on all his little schemes. What does he want Bobby for?"
"Like I'm going to tell you."
Pulling a dagger out of his belt, Logan held it tightly against Todd's slimy neck. A small cut allowed a trail of blood to seep down his neck.
"Let me ask you one more time."
"He's going to use Bobby as bait for Marie to come and help. When she does he's got her," Todd said, with a chuckle.
Logan dropped Todd, rather tossing him on the ground. "Stay there or I'll cut your slimy hid up and toss what's left of you into the swamp, where you came from," Logan threatened and returned to the alley checking the footprints. As he suspected one set of footprints deepened into the ground. Whoever it was carried Marie off. He looked in the direction. 'That way,' he thought.
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"What do we need this boy for?" Creed asked, eyeing the tied captive, who had just woke from Lensherr's punch.
"Use your imagination, Creed. He's obviously important to Marie. My team at the Festival has failed me and now I left Todd with the information that I have Bobby. Marie will feel guilty and come to his aid. Thus, her fate will finally be what I wanted it to be for so long," Lensherr answered.
"She still lives?" a woman asked, walking into Bobby's sight.
He recognized her as Lady Worthington, Marie's mother.
"So, you're the reason Marie's life has been forced into hiding," Bobby said.
"My dear boy, I have hid all my life now it is time I live it, with the man I love," she corrected, stepping forward and kissing Lensherr. "You see Lady Worthington is dead. Now there is only me, Lady Darkholm. I wish to not have any existing memories of my old life. Marie is the only proof of that life and she must die."
"But, you don't see her. Isn't that enough?"
"It's the principle of the fact. She's alive, therefore my old self is still alive and I want nothing left of that miserable life."
Smiling she left the room. Bobby gritted his teeth together, "She's sick."
"Oh now be inventive, foolish child. Marie's all that's left of a mistake. She wants me to fix that mistake."
Bobby shook he's head in disgust. "When Marie comes, she'll save me and kill you, you bastard!"
"My aren't we a spirited one. You are right about one thing though, she will come and when she does all these years will finally be paid off," Lensherr said.
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A twig cracked, Remy and Marie snapped out of there trance and checked the surroundings for the intruder.
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Logan cursed himself. 'All these years of training and he let's a minor mistake cost him his concealment.
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"Marie, it's me, Logan," he answered, stepping out from the woods.
She got up and ran over to him, giving him a hug. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"This isn't the time to be for reunions," he said, pulling her arms from around his waist. He eyed the boy sitting on the ground. "Lensherr's captured Bobby."
"What?" Marie said, quickly looking at Logan's face.
"He's using him as bait to get to you."
"But, we have to save him," Marie demanded.
"Hold on. I sent a messenger when I was at the Festival to Xavier. He'll send us some reinforcement and when they come we'll get Bobby."
"What if Lensherr isn't so patient. We must save him now, before anything happens to him."
"We're waiting for the guards. We don't know what we're up against and besides what did I teach you about patience?"
"That without it you're taking a pricey risk you might not be able to afford," she answered, almost robotically.
"Right. So we wait the night and attack in the morning," Logan declared. "And you," gesturing towards Remy. Standing up, he got ready to defend himself. "Thanks."
Remy eyed Logan questionably, then nodded.
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It was well after midnight. Logan and Remy slept, but Marie tossed and turned in her sleep. She shot up into a sitting position. "Bobby," she whispered. Without another word she slipped into the dark night intent on saving her best friend, no matter the cost.
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Well, are you happy!? The whole Rogue/Remy little moment, ooh! THERE! Geez! The thing's I do for you. Just Joshin' ya!
I had a little problem with the whole time thing with Pietro/Magneto/Logan/Marie so that's what kept me stalled other than that though I should have next chapter up within a week. Of course knowing how all that goes it could be longer, who the hell knows.
******Special Acknowledgement goes out to my beta reader Aya, aka Pissy Abyssinian. MY HERO!! Te-he! This chapter dedicated to you bud-dy.**********
Low and behold the near ending of the story. YES!! HA HA! Oops, uh…it wasn't me!
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A FAMILY AFFAIR
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Chapter 11
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The loud booming of horses' hooves beat against the ground. From anyone nearby that heard the beats might suggest that its' riders were in a hurry.
"Where do you think she's heading?" Bobby asked. Turning his attention from ahead to look at Logan.
"At first I wasn't sure but Xavier's Spring Festival is tomorrow morning and I recall her requesting to go there every year. So I think that might be a good place to start," Logan answered, never looking away from darkened road.
Satisfied, Bobby did the same. The only thing on his mind was the safety of Marie.
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It was early in the morning. Though that didn't stop Pietro from riding faster to reach his father's castle as soon as possible. Pietro had been Lensherr's spy inside Xavier's castle for the past three years. He served as a cook for Xavier. Sending his father updates on Lady Marie.
Though he did as he was asked, Pietro could never pass the feeling of this being just a complete waste of time. He has never understood Lensherr's continued fulfillment on the required death of Lady Marie.
Granted she slipped through his fingers and that might be the reason behind this ambitious plan his father is so intrigued on finishing. If Lensherr wanted someone dead they ended up dead sooner or later. Though no one has ever eluded their fate from Lensherr, not this long at least.
A patient man, Pietro knew his father had waited patiently for this day. The day that Marie was no longer under the care of Xavier and his guards.
Pietro smiled, 'this day,' he thought, reaching the castle.
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"What news do you bring me this day, my son?" Lensherr asked, as Pietro entered the castle.
"Father, great news. Marie has left the castle, alone," Pietro answered.
"What? Are you sure she's alone?"
"Yes, Bobby found her missing last night. She climbed out her window. I overheard Bobby and Logan's conversation about Marie may be on her way to the Spring Festival as I followed them a ways. We need to be careful they do not interfere with the plan."
"That can be taken care of," Lensherr said, turning towards the stairwell. "Creed."
A gruff voiced answered. Taking that as an invitation that Creed was aware of Lensherr's presents, he spoke, "Pack up, the time has come." Smiling Lensherr looked at his son. Placing a hand on Pietro's shoulder, "I'm going to take Creed with me and stop Logan and Bobby before they reach Marie. My band the Brotherhood will take care of Marie."
As he was about to leave Pietro stepped forward, "Shall I accompany you?"
Stopping, Lensherr gazed at Pietro. "That will not be necessary. I want you to return to the castle. So you don't blow your cover. I may need your resourcefulness another time."
Creed and Lensherr left, on their way to settle this affair they have been waiting for eight years to deal with.
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The chilly morning fog spread across the land. Though it didn't obscure anyone's vision, it would keep the dewy ground moist until the sun would dried the lands.
Logan and Bobby had slowed their urgent riding since they weren't sure what time Marie had left, they could very well have passed her on the journey here. Another couple of hours and they would be at the Festival and hopefully have found Marie before anyone else had.
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Creed and Lensherr searched the Festival for their awaited guests. Though making sure their appearance wasn't known to anyone, especially if Marie was expected to be here as well.
Just as a new crowd arrived so did Logan and Bobby. "It appears our guests have arrived," Lensherr said, gesturing Creed towards them.
"Let's not keep them waiting," Creed said, heading towards them.
Grabbing Creed's arm, "Wait. If we're going to attack them, let's not do it here."
He started heading in the other direction out of town, Creed followed. "It's been a while, hasn't it Logan," Lensherr yelled across the square.
Caught dead in his tracks Logan's eyes searched the lands for the owner of the voice. When he found it his lips curled. "You son of a bitch," he hollered back, unsheathing his sword and kicking his horses' gut.
Bobby wasn't far behind Logan as they followed Lensherr and Creed away from the Festival.
When Lensherr decided they were at a good distance he turned back to face his attackers. Sword in hand he waited. "I got the runt," Creed, demanded, his horse stepping in front of Lensherr's.
The fury of blades clanged together. Each hit was intended for a deadly blow to the other's flesh. Sparks flew and so did words of anger.
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When Bobby saw Lensherr alone, waiting for him he didn't hesitate on accepting Lensherr's invitation. Their swords met, one swing blocked by the other. "Whom may I ask are you, dear boy?" Lensherr asked.
"I am Robert Drake. Though I have never met you I know you're Lord Lensherr. The coward who has kept my best friend hidden in a castle most of her life from you," Bobby responded.
"Ah. You assume correct. I am Lord Lensherr. Though I am not a coward, boy."
"Yeah? You tried to kill an eight year old girl and still pursue her. By all accounts that's a coward. You can't fight a man."
"Non the less. I keep getting interrupted by unworthy opponents, like you."
"I am keeping you at bay, am I not?"
"Only for me to gain information about yourself. So Lady Marie is your best friend. That does give me an idea." Lensherr butted Bobby in the head with his sword handle. Unconscious, Lensherr took Bobby's horses reins and pulled his horse behind him as he began his return to his castle.
"Creed, come along. I have a plan," Lensherr yelled back to Creed.
Grunting, Creed pulled out another sword and stabbed Logan's horse. The horse fell to the ground, with Logan along.
Logan hit the ground, hard. He managed to get his foot out from beneath his horse. "Creed! You coward! Get back here!" he yelled at the retreating figures.
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"Hello," Marie greeted, thinking how lame it sounded but she desperately wanted to start the conversation.
He smiled in return. "hi," he said simply. They shared a smile and looked at everything but each other. "So, where are you from?" Remy asked.
'Oh! A luscious accent,' she thought, holding an inward giggle, though the smile still made it across her face.
A moment after she returned from her fantasy world she thought of the question he had just asked. Dozens of thoughts poured into her mind. Could she trust him? Should she trust him? She doesn't know anything about him. Before she thought about it she answered. "I'm from Oxford. I'm visiting my uncle here. He let's me go to the Spring Festival every time I visit him."
'Damn,' she thought. 'Why did I just lie to him?' Still she wasn't sure what she was feeling about him. Whether her instincts were telling her to not tell him anything true of her life, for he may be working for Lord Lensherr or trust him for saving her life.
"Oh. I'm from Orleans in France. But when I turned eighteen I came to England to explore the wondrous lands and help damsels in distress," he said, smiling at her. 'Alright, so I lied, a little. I haven't made it all these years by being honest with everyone I come across,' he thought.
"I'm not a damsel in distress," she corrected, becoming angry at the insult, though she knew it wasn't intended to be an insult.
"I am sorry, chere. Well then what is your name?" he asked.
"My name? My name is, Rogue."
'Ah! Another lie!' she thought.
"Well, Rogue I be Gambit." Though it wasn't his name, Remy had used it instead of his real name for all these years.
Marie smiled as Remy returned it. Eyes locking, yet again. The silence of the night allowed them to share this tender moment without any sort of distractions.
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Logan knelt next to his horse. Weakly, the horse strained to move. Taking a breathe Logan checked the wound, it was deep. Creed knew what he was doing. A sudden burst of energy erupted from the horse and then all life escaped its' body.
"Sorry Red. I should have seen that coming." Letting a low vengeful growl Logan left the horse, dead in the road. 'I promise after all this is over I will return for you. Until then I will avenge you and the many other lives Creed murdered,' he thought.
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Logan returned to the Festival around mid afternoon. He searched the grounds but with no sign of Lady Marie. Intent on making his promise, he thought about just heading after Creed. At least he knew Creed was in this region and the whereabouts of Marie were still unknown.
A familiar scent caught his attention. 'Marie,' he thought. Though he was human, Logan was a skilled tracker. He followed the scent to the alley, picking up three or four other scents. A figure moved out of the corner of his eye. He leaped onto the figure and caught the man before he could escape.
"Hey man, let me go," the guy said, struggling to get free.
The man's scent was awful, resembling one of the scent from the alley. Logan picked the man up off the ground. He recognized him as one of Lensherr's henchmen, Todd he thought it was.
"Where's Lady Marie?" Logan demanded, shaking Todd.
Todd groaned from the shaking, clutching his nose. Logan held back a smirk, noticing the bruised and broken nose, thinking Marie might have left her mark on him.
"Well, where is she?" Logan repeated, shaking him, harder this time.
"Somebody stopped us from taking her," he answered.
"Who?"
"How should I know? I was about to take her to Lord Lensherr when some boy caught me off guard and punched me in the nose," he touched his nose to prove his point. "Lucky for him I was too busy trying to take that girl. I would have,"
"I'm sure. Where did he go?"
"I don't know he kicked me dozens of times when I was down. Got lucky too, knocked me unconscious. If I ever,"
"All right I got a new question, since I know Lensherr keeps you grunts updated on all his little schemes. What does he want Bobby for?"
"Like I'm going to tell you."
Pulling a dagger out of his belt, Logan held it tightly against Todd's slimy neck. A small cut allowed a trail of blood to seep down his neck.
"Let me ask you one more time."
"He's going to use Bobby as bait for Marie to come and help. When she does he's got her," Todd said, with a chuckle.
Logan dropped Todd, rather tossing him on the ground. "Stay there or I'll cut your slimy hid up and toss what's left of you into the swamp, where you came from," Logan threatened and returned to the alley checking the footprints. As he suspected one set of footprints deepened into the ground. Whoever it was carried Marie off. He looked in the direction. 'That way,' he thought.
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"What do we need this boy for?" Creed asked, eyeing the tied captive, who had just woke from Lensherr's punch.
"Use your imagination, Creed. He's obviously important to Marie. My team at the Festival has failed me and now I left Todd with the information that I have Bobby. Marie will feel guilty and come to his aid. Thus, her fate will finally be what I wanted it to be for so long," Lensherr answered.
"She still lives?" a woman asked, walking into Bobby's sight.
He recognized her as Lady Worthington, Marie's mother.
"So, you're the reason Marie's life has been forced into hiding," Bobby said.
"My dear boy, I have hid all my life now it is time I live it, with the man I love," she corrected, stepping forward and kissing Lensherr. "You see Lady Worthington is dead. Now there is only me, Lady Darkholm. I wish to not have any existing memories of my old life. Marie is the only proof of that life and she must die."
"But, you don't see her. Isn't that enough?"
"It's the principle of the fact. She's alive, therefore my old self is still alive and I want nothing left of that miserable life."
Smiling she left the room. Bobby gritted his teeth together, "She's sick."
"Oh now be inventive, foolish child. Marie's all that's left of a mistake. She wants me to fix that mistake."
Bobby shook he's head in disgust. "When Marie comes, she'll save me and kill you, you bastard!"
"My aren't we a spirited one. You are right about one thing though, she will come and when she does all these years will finally be paid off," Lensherr said.
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A twig cracked, Remy and Marie snapped out of there trance and checked the surroundings for the intruder.
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Logan cursed himself. 'All these years of training and he let's a minor mistake cost him his concealment.
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"Marie, it's me, Logan," he answered, stepping out from the woods.
She got up and ran over to him, giving him a hug. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"This isn't the time to be for reunions," he said, pulling her arms from around his waist. He eyed the boy sitting on the ground. "Lensherr's captured Bobby."
"What?" Marie said, quickly looking at Logan's face.
"He's using him as bait to get to you."
"But, we have to save him," Marie demanded.
"Hold on. I sent a messenger when I was at the Festival to Xavier. He'll send us some reinforcement and when they come we'll get Bobby."
"What if Lensherr isn't so patient. We must save him now, before anything happens to him."
"We're waiting for the guards. We don't know what we're up against and besides what did I teach you about patience?"
"That without it you're taking a pricey risk you might not be able to afford," she answered, almost robotically.
"Right. So we wait the night and attack in the morning," Logan declared. "And you," gesturing towards Remy. Standing up, he got ready to defend himself. "Thanks."
Remy eyed Logan questionably, then nodded.
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It was well after midnight. Logan and Remy slept, but Marie tossed and turned in her sleep. She shot up into a sitting position. "Bobby," she whispered. Without another word she slipped into the dark night intent on saving her best friend, no matter the cost.
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Well, are you happy!? The whole Rogue/Remy little moment, ooh! THERE! Geez! The thing's I do for you. Just Joshin' ya!
I had a little problem with the whole time thing with Pietro/Magneto/Logan/Marie so that's what kept me stalled other than that though I should have next chapter up within a week. Of course knowing how all that goes it could be longer, who the hell knows.