A/N: hey pplz~! . I'm soooo sorry this is taking forever to write. I was gonna post, but then I just realized I lost my files!!! . now I have to write it all over…I promise that when I post my new chapters it'll be not just one single chapter…(I hope)…so now here goes to writing it all…don't be too mad if it isn't as good as the before chapters.
But on the plus side, I'm finally happy I started on this chapter. I think this story could lead to more good stuff, so hope that my writing skills (or lack thereof) will pull through and make it good. Happy readings! ^.~
- -;; man this story isn't working out…hoeeee…I guess I'll have to come back and digitally remaster it….^^;; if it doesn't really make sense…um…use ur imagination to fill in the blank spots…^^;; (- -;; man I'm such a bad author)
The cool autumn breeze lightly caressed the woman's face as she readjusted her glasses. Irene Alder was casually sitting, enjoying the evening on the front porch of her Louisiana home. Usually, she would welcome the feeling, but it sent a chill down her back. She knew he was soon coming.
Ever since Rogue had left, Irene, the blind mutant also known as Destiny, had gotten very disturbing premonitions of her dark, foreboding future. Irene cared deeply about Rogue and the visions greatly disturbed her. As Destiny continued to think about this, a figure appeared behind her. Destiny felt his presence and formerly knew who it was: Sinister.
"Having a pleasant evening Irene?" Sinister asked sardonically.
"I'm going to be straightforward," Irene began as she turned toward Sinister, hiding her fear as best she could, "I know why you are here and I will take no part in it." Sinister chuckled.
"Your ability to see into the future will never cease to amuse me," Sinister picked up Irene's walking stick that was leaning against her chair and began to play with it. He continued, "You see all these pathways the future will take and I know well, you know the cost of each action that happens now and how it will affect everything," Sinister's grip tightened around the cane, "Now, don't think I didn't plan this out carefully. Your efforts are futile and you know it. You will conform or suffer the consequences."
Irene couldn't reply. "Good," Sinister said as his disposition eased. "Remember, I'll return to make sure you understand the specifics of your duties." He placed Irene's stick into her hands and commented with a cruel grin, "We wouldn't want a blind woman to get lost." And with that he disappeared into the night.
The moment Destiny's mind fully absorbed what had occurred; she began to feel a deep sense of fear. She didn't know whether it was because she was being pulled into or what Sinister was really capable of.
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"So Mr. LeBeau, I see today is your first day here," said Principal Kelly, "This school…"
blah, blah blah, blah blah, Remy thought as Principal Kelly rambled on about school ethics, does this homme enjoy listening to himself talk or something? Remy had only been in the Principal's office for what could barely pass off as a minute and he already wanted to ditch the whole school thing…or strangle Kelly.
As the man rambled on about school ethics, Remy thought,
Why is Remy here? I haven't been t' school since…forever.
Maybe you want t' give your new employer a good impression, Remy's inner thoughts butted in, So you can start t'ing off right, not like what happened with Si—
SHUT UP, Remy commaned the voice, What's past 's past…so let's keep it dat way.
"Now, Mr. LeBeau, here is you schedule," Kelly said as he handed Remy the sheet, "and seeing that you are new here and there isn't much happening now, you get the honor of being escorted to your first class by me." Kelly beamed with pride as he stood to open the door. Remy could very easily have punched the man square in the jaw, but instead he plastered on the biggest, fakest smile he could and replied,
"Wow, I guess Remy's just lucky den." With that, both men exited the office and head to Remy's first class: French.
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Remy's face was beginning to hurt. He was beginning to think Principal Kelly was purposely taking the long way to his class, just so he could talk more. However, Remy kept up his charade, occasionally mocking Principal Kelly with false enthusiasm and clever home-made lies about himself. He didn't' like it, but Remy knew how beneficial sucking up to teachers was.
Kelly, of course, oblivious to Remy's deception, continued to brag about Bayville,
"…And that, Mr. LeBeau is just a brief summary of the excellence of our school, regardless of what has happened in the recent few months (A/N: if u don't get it…u haven't been watching X-men: Evolution recently)."
"Yeah...brief," Remy muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing." Both men continued to walk, in God blessed silence, until they reached room 202.
"Well Remy," Kelly began, "I'll go in and introduce you to your teacher and you may begin your, hopefully enjoyable, school year at Baville High School." Kelly opened the door to the classroom and walked in.
A wave of relief washed over Remy. He dropped his act and sugary smile. If he had to spend another minute alone with that poor excuse of human, Remy would've blown a fuse or something worse. However, just as soon as Remy's disgust disappeared, Kelly returned with the poor woman who had to suffer under his employment; aka the French teacher. Remy placed his mask back on.
"Remy, this is Ms. Holt, one of your new teachers," Kelly stated as Ms. Holt smiled and held out her hand to shake Remy's, "and Ms. Holt, this is the new addition to your class, Remy LeBeau."
"Bonjour, Remy. You name sounds French. Tu es francais?" Ms. Holt chirped. Remy replied,
"Non, but the name is French,"
"Well then, Do you speak good French?" Ms. Holt perked even more than before at a chance of new 'potential'.
"Only une petite, but I hope I can learn much more in your class," Remy lied. Of course he knew how to speak fluent French, in his mind, what full blooded Cajun couldn't? But of course, she didn't need to know that.
Ms. Holt face light up at the rare sight of an actual French student wanting to learn French. Seeing this as his cue to exit, Principal Kelly said,
"Well Remy, I'm sure a student ambassador will find you soon and give you full tour. If you have any troubles, whatsoever, remember my door is always open." Remy nodded with false eagerness in response.
"Come, Remy. Let's get your first lesson started at this school," Ms. Holt said as she led Remy to the door.
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The commotion in the classroom died off quickly as the door opened. Still concentrating on her doodle, Rogue heard the Ms. Holt reenter the classroom. Almost immediately did the girls that sat around her start to giggle and frantically whisper to each other. Rogue sank into her chair further and moaned inwardly, Why did ah have ta sit here? Why?! She looked up again to see what all the fuss was about and to her surprise, there was a new student with Ms. Holt; a very attractive student.
Rogue blushed instantly. Trying to get her face to return to its usual pale state only made the blush a deeper red. She tried to refocus on her drawing, which dulled it down to a light pink, as Ms. Holt began,
"Well class, this is our new student, Remy. Because of some interruptions we're beginning to fall behind, Remy, asseyez-vous s'il vous plaît." Remy paused for a moment, contemplating where to sit. Seeing this, Madam Holt added, "Just choose an empty seat near the back corner."
The words asseyer-vous…empty…back corner floated past Rogue. It took a while for the French to process in her head. Soon, the gears began to turn,
Assayer-vous means sit…empty…back corner… Rogue eyes grew wide as she soon saw that 1) she was in the back corner 2) there was only one empty seat in the room that was behind her.
WHAT?! Rogue exclaimed inwardly, or so she thought. 23 pairs of eyes turned and stared at her, some snickering. The once dull pink in her cheeks flared red again.
Ah did not just say that out loud…
Madam Holt, already knowing it was the 'trouble maker', turned from the board and asked,
"Rogue? Do you wish to receive another detention along with your tardy for disrupting the class? I see no reason for an objection to Remy sitting behind you." The class ate up the comment and broke out in laughter.
"Uh, no…Ah mean…um…no problem here," Rogue replied, smiling weakly, but wincing inside. Rogue you moron…she thought as she tried to act as if nothing had happened and concentrate back on her drawing again, while ignoring the weird looks she received from her fellow classmates. A long awkward silence consumed the classroom.
"Um…okay. Remy hurry and take you seat, uh behind Rogue. Then maybe we can actually learn something today." (A/N: D puhaha…when do we ever learn anything in school?). The class returned to its typical school manner and followed the lesson. Still burning with embarrassment, Rogue began to draw the body of her doodle in a fetal position.
Remy took his precious time walking to his seat, enjoying every moment of it.
A/N: YAY~! FINALLY! I DID IT! TT_TT I'M SOO HAPPPY….THANK YOU PPLZ SOOOO MUCH WITH BEARING WITH ME!!!!!!!!! I'm sooo sorry….hopefully I didn't loose all of you T.T yeah….so its not too extravagant….but I would really like some suggestions if anyone is willing to help me out…^^ I hope you enjoyed it…- - and I hope God will kick my lazy butt into gear to keep working on this…^.~ peace all~!