Smooth Criminal
By
Meeyr
Chapter 2
Xavier was puzzled as he and the x-men headed back to the mansion in the blackbird. The whole incident with Sabertooth did not make any sense. As soon as they arrived, Sabertooth had fled the downtown area. He led them to the outskirts of the city and never really engaged the team. Maybe Sabertooth had known he was outmatched against the x-men, but this still seemed very out of character to Xavier. When Sabertooth finally did attack, Xavier also noticed that he held back a little from really injuring any of the x-men. Cyclops had taken some minor scratches to his shoulder, as had Beast but instead to his chest, both of which Jean had seen to. Maybe he was being paranoid, Xavier thought, but with the x-men's temporarily reduced lineup (Katherine Pryde, Samuel Guthrie, Robert Drake and Jubilation Lee all taking care of personal matters) things should have been worse. Sabertooth was a very formidable opponent, much like their own prodigal son Wolverine, and any encounter could end up being a disaster. The thought of Logan brought a smile to Xavier's face. He had a tremendous amount of respect for the surly Canadian and immediately wondered how he was. Xavier privately wished Logan would come back and make the x-men complete. Not that his x-men weren't formidable without Logan, just that he brought a controlled ruthlessness to the team that it was lacking. Xavier knew that someday his x-men would come across a foe that would need to be eliminated swiftly, and without Wolverine, his team would hold back this killing blow until emotionally driven over the edge. Unfortunately, Xavier knew that one of his students would probably have to be in serious peril to bring his team to this point and that was a risk Xavier wanted to avoid. Suddenly something triggered in Xavier's mind. Logan, he could sense him and he was in a tremendous amount of pain. Xavier cursed himself for letting his mind wander and believing that it was mere coincidence that he was suddenly thinking about Logan. He noticed Jean's head snap up to alertness and look to him in concern. She had felt it also. "Scott, put us down in front of the mansion immediately. Logan is at the mansion and something terrible has happened to him," Xavier said failing to keep the concern out of his voice.
Marie was torn. She was horrified by what could have happened to Logan that disturbed the professor this badly, but also happy that Logan was back. She had lost her little crush on him over his absence, but she still loved Logan in her own little way. She raced out of the blackbird as it settled to a halt, ignoring Scott's cries for her to wait for the team. Immediately Marie noticed the mansions doors hanging wide open and the blood on the floor of the entryway illuminated by the porch light. She sprinted through the open doors, quickly scanning the dark entryway. As her eyes adjusted, Marie spotted a crumpled shape through what appeared to be a whole in the wall that separated the entryway and the living room. She raced though the doors to the room, flipped on the light, and was in no way prepared for what she saw. Marie could only scream as her mine tried to comprehend what her eyes showed her.
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Remy ditched the Harley a few miles outside the city. As much as he regretted leaving the beautiful piece of machinery, he knew that to keep it would lead to his capture at the hands of the x-men. One of the first things Remy had learned was not to underestimate an opponent, and these x- men were formidable enough as it was. He knew he could always "acquire" another Harley and also had one of his own, but Remy could never get enough stuff and so had to fight his desire to keep the bike. Arriving at his loft downtown, he burst through the door failing to notice the shape standing in the corner. Remy rushed to the bathroom, taking off his shirt on the way, so he could tend to the lacerations on his chest. He was already lightheaded from the blood he had lost on long trip back to the city and needed to mend his wounds. Just as Remy finished, he heard a low chuckle behind him and spun around only to have a rough hand clamped around his throat and lift him into the air. "Very sloppy of ya LeBeau," chuckled Sabertooth, "I thought ya said it was impossible to sneak up on ya."
"As you can see Victor, Remy had some other 'tings to take care of. Besides, I could take you down in my sleep. Now could you put me down so I can finish up, or do ya insist on tryin to cuddle wit moi," Remy grinned as the shock wore off. Sabertooth roared in laughter as he set the Cajun back down to the ground.
"Told ya before Remy, you're not as charming as ya think. So, what skirt kicked your ass tonight? I'd like to meet her if she can tear your scrawny ass up like this," grinned Victor Creed. He had always liked the spunk of Remy; it made him feel young again. The kid was also a survivor, which had created a sort of bond between the two. Creed would still gut him if he ever betrayed him, but he liked Remy as much as a vicious beast like him could like any individual.
"Remy ran into some trouble at the mansion," stated Remy, turning the conversation to business.
"What happened," asked Creed? "Did ya get the files?"
"Yeah, Remy got da files right here," stated Remy as he pulled them out from his waistband and wiggled them in his left hand. "But, I also ran into your former associate Wolverine. For some odd reason, he wasn't inclined to just let Remy walk out of dere mansion. Don worry though; I gave better than I got, as usual. Funny thing dat I noticed, you two fight almost exactly da same. Thankfully Remy just used the same strategy that he does on you when I kick your ass and got da same results wit him."
"So he underestimated you, ya then surprised him with your 'tremendous fighting prowess' and barley made it out alive. Figures. Ya always have been the luckiest sonnova bitch I've ever known. And for the record, the one time ya did beat me, I let ya win. Even pussies need to win a fight now and then to keep their confidence up. Unfortunately, ya seem to think that ya are a badass now and I think maybe I better put ya back in your place as second best." As he said this Creed flopped down on the leather coach, stretching out his cramped body. The x-men were shit individually, but throw them together and they could do some damage. Thankfully his healing factor took care of the damage they had inflicted on him already. Closing his eyes, Victor Creed decided to take a nap while the kid showered.
As Remy hopped in the shower he thought about his odd relationship with Victor Creed. They weren't friends necessarily, as Remy despised the monster that Creed could become, but his respect for Creed's abilities were also there. They had met through Remy's father and had developed a sort of kinship ever since. Creed had furthered the training of Remy LeBeau from what he had learned at his time with the New Orleans thieves guild. The guild, under the supervision of its leader Jean Luc LeBeau, had turned Remy into a master thief. They had also educated him in the more subtle ways of the world and made him a very formidable and self-sustaining person. Out of respect for their help in his development, Remy with the agreement of Jean Luc, had taken the last name of LeBeau so that the thieves guild could take credit for the thieving Remy did. Secretly though, Jean Luc had decided that Remy would be less conspicuous with a last name since he could not use his father's. Creed then trained Remy to be a vicious and relentless fighter, but not like himself. Creed fought with the madness he kept bottled up inside and was able to survive because of his healing factor. Creed knew that Remy had to use his strengths when fighting as Creed himself did. So, Creed taught Remy to use his speed and agility, which resulted in the dangerous fighter that Remy had become. He taught Remy to use his mind and wit to bait his opponents into unfavorable conditions and then eliminate them accordingly. Remy knew that he was not the cold blooded killer that Creed was, but had also learned in his life that being merciful at the wrong time could lead to your early demise. Remy owed Victor Creed for his education in fighting as much as he owed Jean Luc for his thieving abilities and his father for his near mastery of his mutant powers.
Remy got out of the shower and went to his bedroom to get dressed. As he sat on his canopy bed to put on his socks he looked around his room, admiring his collection of wealth. Remy had put a lot of effort into his collection and his downtown loft was where he kept most of it. As a man of taste Remy stole what he liked for his own collection. Money was no longer an issue for him, so Remy stole anything that caught his eye, whether priceless or garbage. He stole it and stored it here for him to admire. In many ways Remy's loft was his personal sanctuary, almost as peaceful as the rooftops of New York at night, but with every comfort. Finally dressed, Remy expanded the potential energy that his body stored to see if Creed was still in the living room. It was a use of his power that Remy was still perfecting. His father had came up with the idea that Remy should be able to expand his potential energy to blanket everything near him. This resting potential energy would then react to any kinetic energy being produced and so alerting Remy to it. At first Remy had questioned the effectiveness of this because of is limited knowledge of kinetic energy. To Remy, kinetic energy was what he used to charge objects and who else could do that. But, his father had explained that any moving thing gave off kinetic energy by moving and so Remy should be able to basically scan and monitor everything in his proximity. This theory soon proved to be correct and ever since Remy had been training himself to master this new aspect of his power. He was almost to the point where could do this scan constantly, but due to the concentration that it took to maintain, it was difficult for Remy to operate. The first time he had tried to do the scan while walking around, he had walked into a wall because of a fly over in the corner had distracted him. Now Remy could subconsciously catalog everything around him and still be normal. Unfortunately there still were some side effects. One being his eyes glowed like a bonfire when he was scanning, and the second being that he wasn't as powerful. Scanning an area took so much of his power that Remy had very little left to "throw around." This was why Remy always had his staff handy so he could fight while still scanning the area. Noting that Creed was still on the coach, Remy grabbed his wallet and keys and headed into the living room.
"Damn kid, I could smell that cologne a mile away. You're going out I take it," grinned Creed. "No wonder ya kicked Logan's ass. He was probably knocked out by your stench."
"Just cause Remy don like smellin like a wet dog, don't mean it be a bad 'ting Creed," smirked Remy. "You know you might get more ladies if you decided ta shower more den once a year. But since you are curious, yes I'm going out. Dis boy need ta get laid after what happened at da mansion tonight. I'd invite you along so you could get somethin to improve your mood, but I'm headin to a club, not a farm."
"Why ya little shit," snarled Creed as he hurled a pillow at Remy, which he easily dodged. "I've had more pieces of ass than your little mind can even comprehend."
"Really, did ya get all this ass when you were in prison?" Remy retorted in good humor.
"If ya get any funnier kid, I'm either gonna to have to put ya on comedy central or kill ya," smiled Creed. "Hey, before ya run off, where do you want me to put the instructions from your father?"
"Put dem in da safe and I will read dem before my meetin tomorrow," Remy said as he walked out the door. "Oh yeah, tell my pere to get pictures to go wit da information we have on dem. Remy wouldn't know any of dese x-men other den Wolverine if they slapped dis boy in the face. And, you better not be here when Remy get home. You might scare my company away." Still with a smile on his face, Creed settled back down to sleep a little longer.
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Katherine Pryde, Kitty to her friends, was resting at a table with some of her friends when he walked in. He was the most attractive man she had seen in a while and immediately wanted him. He was around 6'1" or so, with long brown hair and a killer body covered in a dark red shirt and black leather pants. Not too tight but tight enough to show off thought the ever fashion conscious Kitty. Oddly he wore a pair of dark sunglasses, but this is New York thought Kitty and so she excused herself from her friends and made her approach.
Remy saw her coming from a mile away and silently laughed on how easy this was going to be. She was about 5'5", thick brown hair that hung to the middle of her back and rather petite. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something told Remy to walk away and head to another club, but he was horny and therefore ignored the silent warning.
Just when Kitty was close to him, her hot prey turned and smiled at her. "You know, they actually have the lights dimmed in here. You probably don't need those sunglasses," Kitty said sweetly with a little cute smile. It was the one thing that Kitty really had going for herself. She might not be "sexy as hell" but she could be cute like there was no tomorrow.
"Tis your beauty chere, it be blindin'," Remy said with a grin. Guys always tried to be smooth and for the most part they failed. Remy knew this however, and so when he delivered his little lines, it was always with a smile. He made it so the girl felt that they had shared a little joke between them and therefore built an intimate connection right away. Once this connection was established, Remy knew that any girl was his. He just had to listen and remember where his loft was. Naturally the girl giggled and introduced herself. He responded by telling her his real name, there was no reason to give her a fake name, and giving her a little kiss on the back of her hand. Another giggle as he knew she would and so he asked her if she wanted a drink. Once again she said yes, he knew this was going to be the phrase of the night, and so they headed to the bar.
Kitty was entranced by Remy. He was so smooth and funny at all the right times. She had about collapsed when he kissed her hand. They talked for a while at the bar, where she drank her little pink drink even though she wasn't 21. Kitty immediately could tell that Remy was a bit of a bad boy and this turned her on even more. Once when he was telling her a story about his hometown of New Orleans she caught herself humming "Make me Bad" by Korn and she didn't even really like hard rock music. Kitty immediately blushed when she noticed that Remy had caught the tune of the song and winked at her. Embarrassed, she grabbed his hand and pulled the chuckling Remy out onto the dance floor.
Time to wrap this all up, thought Remy. He was getting impatient and knew that this could drive her away. The moment that she even thought that she was just a fuck was the moment he had to go looking elsewhere. As the run of songs they had been dancing to ended, he led her back to the bar. "Bout time to leave don you think chere," Remy smiled.
"Um, yeah, just let me tell my friends what's up and order us another drink," Kitty said as she headed back to her former table. How could this be happening she thought. Kitty knew this was out of character for her, she didn't just go home with any cute guy, but he was so sexy. She told her friends what was up and headed back to the bar to finish her last drink for courage. As she finished, Kitty smiled at Remy and indicated she was ready.
Arriving at his loft, Remy knew he had to be careful. That last drink was an indication that she was still a little unsure about whether she wanted to sleep with him and so he would need to talk to her to make her more comfortable about the situation. The problem with this was that he had to be very careful about what he told her because he had some things that he just couldn't let slip. As they sat on the coach he told her more about Louisiana and listened to her talk about how she was still in school, just got back into New York because of some family problems at home. Naturally he asked her where she went to school and she unexpectedly avoided the question, just stating that she went to a private school. Again the signals went off in his head, but as before Remy just ignored them.
Oh god, how could I let this slip she thought. It was the one topic Kitty was very good at staying away from and she had stumbled right into it this time. Anxious to get away from the subject, she told Remy that she had an appointment in the morning and needed to make it an early night.
"Come on chere, Remy don want you ta leave yet," Remy said smiling like a cat. He didn't know what had startled her but he was getting anxious to seal the deal. Thankfully he still had his glasses on and therefore had his trump card. He would bet everything he owned that the next thing Kitty would say was that she would stay if he took off his glasses.
"Well," Kitty smirked, "maybe if you took off your silly sunglasses and asked me real nice, I might stick around." She couldn't understand why Remy was still wearing his sunglasses, but Kitty, always the inquisitive one, really wanted to see if his eyes were as sexy as the rest of him. The part about her needing to leave early was very true, she had to get back to the mansion in the morning, but it was also her ploy to move on from the previous subject. Now she would just see how bad he wanted her to stay.
"All right chere, here goes" Remy said as he slipped off his shades. As usual he was greeted with a gasp, but then again it wasn't quite as usual.
"Oh my god, they are so beautiful," Kitty said as she was lost in his gaze. She had never seen eyes like his before. They were a light brown, but with a slightly reddish tint that matched his hair perfectly. Oddly though, Remy was squinting as if his dimly lit loft was as bright as the sun. "You big jerk," she laughed, "you had me thinking that you had crazy demon eyes or something, hiding behind your sunglasses like you were. I have to say that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, at least when you aren't squinting. Do you have something in your eye because they look all irritated and watery?"
"Non, just have very sensitive eyes, which is why Remy wear da glasses. But enough about dem." Remy smiled as he moved in for a kiss. Thankfully he had remembered to wear his contacts tonight as he usually didn't. They were very uncomfortable since they had to cover his whole eye and personally, Remy hated them. He always felt like he was hiding when he wore the contacts and Remy prided himself on not hiding from anything.
Kitty was just thinking that there was something very odd about Remy's eyes as he moved in for a kiss. Setting the thought aside, she put her arms around him and met his lips with hers. Pure heaven Kitty thought as she was engulfed in the pleasure of the moment and as he led her to the bedroom, Kitty knew that it was going to be a very long night.
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Jean Grey once again checked Logan's vitals out of habit. Logan would be fine, but she still needed to keep an eye on him just in case. Hank would be taking over the watch in about an hour so she could get some sleep, but until he did all Jean could do was wait and think about how a boy could do this to Logan. Jean and the other x-men had rushed into the mansion when they heard Marie's screams. What greeted them was a sight that Jean knew she could go without seeing ever again. Logan had a crater in his upper abdomen along with other minor injuries covering the rest of his body. Surprisingly there was very little blood as the wound seemed to have been cauterized. Logan had confirmed this when he had shortly regained consciousness. He had also said that despite the horrendous damage to his person that he was slowly healing. Once again Jean noted that Logan had been correct in his assessment. It was pure luck that he had survived the wounds. The blast had cauterized the wounds, which had actually saved Logan's life. Since he wasn't bleeding profusely, as he would have without the cauterization, his healing factor wasn't completely overloaded and had started mending his wounds up. Jean then telekinetically carried him to the med lab where she and Hank set up the IV's. A little later Professor Xavier had telepathically contacted her to check on Logan's status and inform her that there would be a meeting in the morning concerning the attack. Jean asked him why not tonight, but Xavier told her that he needed to get all of the surveillance tapes ready and also hoped that Logan would be able to join them if they waited. Xavier had strongly expressed his need for Logan's side of the story so that the x-men could view the incident in its entirety. Jean sensed from the Professor's tone that there was something that he wasn't telling her, but she figured that if it was that important he would have told her. Lost in thought, Jean failed to notice Hank McCoy come to the lab in relief and so Jean went to bed with a mind full of questions. Like all the x-men she would have to wait until morning to these answered.
*Begin Disclaimer* I don't own any of this stuff. I don't own the X-men but I do have a six- pack of beer that is all mine. Anyways, yada yada yada, don't sue me. Oh yeah, I also don't own Korn or their awesome music. *End Disclaimer*
A/N
Here's chapter 2, I hope you all like it. A little slow, but that's how it has to be. I was actually debating whether to add the last part back at the mansion or leave it for the next chapter. Obviously I kept it in, mostly because I thought that it would be very mean to leave it out. Also, it keeps the time of events occurring at different areas along the same line. As for some of the comments in the reviews, here is a little input from the author. As far as the Remy/Marie connection, I kinda want to stay away from it. Not that there won't be hints of relationships, flirting and ect, but I want to keep away from the romance and angst that is in many stories. Not that those qualities aren't good in other stories, I just don't think I can write that particular type of drama correctly. The whole goal of this story is to inject some new aspects into the introduction of Gambit, while still keeping as true to what I remember of the comics. So far these changes are in Remy's past, mainly his dealings with the thieves guild as well as his relationship with Victor Creed. I'd always had a soft spot for Sabertooth and want to emphasize the similarities between him and Logan. Also Remy's "scanning ability" is an original concept that I've sort of borrowed from Valerie Jones's "Paradox Law" story, which is very good. Concerning the question I received about the other students attending the Xavier Institute, I guess I failed in addressing the fact that the school is closed during the summer as Xavier is still fine-tuning his team. This means that barring special situations (which there obviously aren't any), no students are around during the summer, just the team members. I do appreciate that question though, and will address any others concerning aspects of the story that I might fail to clearly address. Remember that as the author, I know what is going on and sometimes what is clear to me is only vaguely implied in the story. Next chapter will be on the events of the following day. Hopefully I will introduce the rest of the x-men and one of the main villains. It just depends on how everything flows from my mind to the computer. Keep reading and reviewing since both are greatly appreciated. Oh yeah, I will also be posting little updates in the review area for those who are curious about future chapters and my writing progress. Late.
Chapter 2
Xavier was puzzled as he and the x-men headed back to the mansion in the blackbird. The whole incident with Sabertooth did not make any sense. As soon as they arrived, Sabertooth had fled the downtown area. He led them to the outskirts of the city and never really engaged the team. Maybe Sabertooth had known he was outmatched against the x-men, but this still seemed very out of character to Xavier. When Sabertooth finally did attack, Xavier also noticed that he held back a little from really injuring any of the x-men. Cyclops had taken some minor scratches to his shoulder, as had Beast but instead to his chest, both of which Jean had seen to. Maybe he was being paranoid, Xavier thought, but with the x-men's temporarily reduced lineup (Katherine Pryde, Samuel Guthrie, Robert Drake and Jubilation Lee all taking care of personal matters) things should have been worse. Sabertooth was a very formidable opponent, much like their own prodigal son Wolverine, and any encounter could end up being a disaster. The thought of Logan brought a smile to Xavier's face. He had a tremendous amount of respect for the surly Canadian and immediately wondered how he was. Xavier privately wished Logan would come back and make the x-men complete. Not that his x-men weren't formidable without Logan, just that he brought a controlled ruthlessness to the team that it was lacking. Xavier knew that someday his x-men would come across a foe that would need to be eliminated swiftly, and without Wolverine, his team would hold back this killing blow until emotionally driven over the edge. Unfortunately, Xavier knew that one of his students would probably have to be in serious peril to bring his team to this point and that was a risk Xavier wanted to avoid. Suddenly something triggered in Xavier's mind. Logan, he could sense him and he was in a tremendous amount of pain. Xavier cursed himself for letting his mind wander and believing that it was mere coincidence that he was suddenly thinking about Logan. He noticed Jean's head snap up to alertness and look to him in concern. She had felt it also. "Scott, put us down in front of the mansion immediately. Logan is at the mansion and something terrible has happened to him," Xavier said failing to keep the concern out of his voice.
Marie was torn. She was horrified by what could have happened to Logan that disturbed the professor this badly, but also happy that Logan was back. She had lost her little crush on him over his absence, but she still loved Logan in her own little way. She raced out of the blackbird as it settled to a halt, ignoring Scott's cries for her to wait for the team. Immediately Marie noticed the mansions doors hanging wide open and the blood on the floor of the entryway illuminated by the porch light. She sprinted through the open doors, quickly scanning the dark entryway. As her eyes adjusted, Marie spotted a crumpled shape through what appeared to be a whole in the wall that separated the entryway and the living room. She raced though the doors to the room, flipped on the light, and was in no way prepared for what she saw. Marie could only scream as her mine tried to comprehend what her eyes showed her.
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Remy ditched the Harley a few miles outside the city. As much as he regretted leaving the beautiful piece of machinery, he knew that to keep it would lead to his capture at the hands of the x-men. One of the first things Remy had learned was not to underestimate an opponent, and these x- men were formidable enough as it was. He knew he could always "acquire" another Harley and also had one of his own, but Remy could never get enough stuff and so had to fight his desire to keep the bike. Arriving at his loft downtown, he burst through the door failing to notice the shape standing in the corner. Remy rushed to the bathroom, taking off his shirt on the way, so he could tend to the lacerations on his chest. He was already lightheaded from the blood he had lost on long trip back to the city and needed to mend his wounds. Just as Remy finished, he heard a low chuckle behind him and spun around only to have a rough hand clamped around his throat and lift him into the air. "Very sloppy of ya LeBeau," chuckled Sabertooth, "I thought ya said it was impossible to sneak up on ya."
"As you can see Victor, Remy had some other 'tings to take care of. Besides, I could take you down in my sleep. Now could you put me down so I can finish up, or do ya insist on tryin to cuddle wit moi," Remy grinned as the shock wore off. Sabertooth roared in laughter as he set the Cajun back down to the ground.
"Told ya before Remy, you're not as charming as ya think. So, what skirt kicked your ass tonight? I'd like to meet her if she can tear your scrawny ass up like this," grinned Victor Creed. He had always liked the spunk of Remy; it made him feel young again. The kid was also a survivor, which had created a sort of bond between the two. Creed would still gut him if he ever betrayed him, but he liked Remy as much as a vicious beast like him could like any individual.
"Remy ran into some trouble at the mansion," stated Remy, turning the conversation to business.
"What happened," asked Creed? "Did ya get the files?"
"Yeah, Remy got da files right here," stated Remy as he pulled them out from his waistband and wiggled them in his left hand. "But, I also ran into your former associate Wolverine. For some odd reason, he wasn't inclined to just let Remy walk out of dere mansion. Don worry though; I gave better than I got, as usual. Funny thing dat I noticed, you two fight almost exactly da same. Thankfully Remy just used the same strategy that he does on you when I kick your ass and got da same results wit him."
"So he underestimated you, ya then surprised him with your 'tremendous fighting prowess' and barley made it out alive. Figures. Ya always have been the luckiest sonnova bitch I've ever known. And for the record, the one time ya did beat me, I let ya win. Even pussies need to win a fight now and then to keep their confidence up. Unfortunately, ya seem to think that ya are a badass now and I think maybe I better put ya back in your place as second best." As he said this Creed flopped down on the leather coach, stretching out his cramped body. The x-men were shit individually, but throw them together and they could do some damage. Thankfully his healing factor took care of the damage they had inflicted on him already. Closing his eyes, Victor Creed decided to take a nap while the kid showered.
As Remy hopped in the shower he thought about his odd relationship with Victor Creed. They weren't friends necessarily, as Remy despised the monster that Creed could become, but his respect for Creed's abilities were also there. They had met through Remy's father and had developed a sort of kinship ever since. Creed had furthered the training of Remy LeBeau from what he had learned at his time with the New Orleans thieves guild. The guild, under the supervision of its leader Jean Luc LeBeau, had turned Remy into a master thief. They had also educated him in the more subtle ways of the world and made him a very formidable and self-sustaining person. Out of respect for their help in his development, Remy with the agreement of Jean Luc, had taken the last name of LeBeau so that the thieves guild could take credit for the thieving Remy did. Secretly though, Jean Luc had decided that Remy would be less conspicuous with a last name since he could not use his father's. Creed then trained Remy to be a vicious and relentless fighter, but not like himself. Creed fought with the madness he kept bottled up inside and was able to survive because of his healing factor. Creed knew that Remy had to use his strengths when fighting as Creed himself did. So, Creed taught Remy to use his speed and agility, which resulted in the dangerous fighter that Remy had become. He taught Remy to use his mind and wit to bait his opponents into unfavorable conditions and then eliminate them accordingly. Remy knew that he was not the cold blooded killer that Creed was, but had also learned in his life that being merciful at the wrong time could lead to your early demise. Remy owed Victor Creed for his education in fighting as much as he owed Jean Luc for his thieving abilities and his father for his near mastery of his mutant powers.
Remy got out of the shower and went to his bedroom to get dressed. As he sat on his canopy bed to put on his socks he looked around his room, admiring his collection of wealth. Remy had put a lot of effort into his collection and his downtown loft was where he kept most of it. As a man of taste Remy stole what he liked for his own collection. Money was no longer an issue for him, so Remy stole anything that caught his eye, whether priceless or garbage. He stole it and stored it here for him to admire. In many ways Remy's loft was his personal sanctuary, almost as peaceful as the rooftops of New York at night, but with every comfort. Finally dressed, Remy expanded the potential energy that his body stored to see if Creed was still in the living room. It was a use of his power that Remy was still perfecting. His father had came up with the idea that Remy should be able to expand his potential energy to blanket everything near him. This resting potential energy would then react to any kinetic energy being produced and so alerting Remy to it. At first Remy had questioned the effectiveness of this because of is limited knowledge of kinetic energy. To Remy, kinetic energy was what he used to charge objects and who else could do that. But, his father had explained that any moving thing gave off kinetic energy by moving and so Remy should be able to basically scan and monitor everything in his proximity. This theory soon proved to be correct and ever since Remy had been training himself to master this new aspect of his power. He was almost to the point where could do this scan constantly, but due to the concentration that it took to maintain, it was difficult for Remy to operate. The first time he had tried to do the scan while walking around, he had walked into a wall because of a fly over in the corner had distracted him. Now Remy could subconsciously catalog everything around him and still be normal. Unfortunately there still were some side effects. One being his eyes glowed like a bonfire when he was scanning, and the second being that he wasn't as powerful. Scanning an area took so much of his power that Remy had very little left to "throw around." This was why Remy always had his staff handy so he could fight while still scanning the area. Noting that Creed was still on the coach, Remy grabbed his wallet and keys and headed into the living room.
"Damn kid, I could smell that cologne a mile away. You're going out I take it," grinned Creed. "No wonder ya kicked Logan's ass. He was probably knocked out by your stench."
"Just cause Remy don like smellin like a wet dog, don't mean it be a bad 'ting Creed," smirked Remy. "You know you might get more ladies if you decided ta shower more den once a year. But since you are curious, yes I'm going out. Dis boy need ta get laid after what happened at da mansion tonight. I'd invite you along so you could get somethin to improve your mood, but I'm headin to a club, not a farm."
"Why ya little shit," snarled Creed as he hurled a pillow at Remy, which he easily dodged. "I've had more pieces of ass than your little mind can even comprehend."
"Really, did ya get all this ass when you were in prison?" Remy retorted in good humor.
"If ya get any funnier kid, I'm either gonna to have to put ya on comedy central or kill ya," smiled Creed. "Hey, before ya run off, where do you want me to put the instructions from your father?"
"Put dem in da safe and I will read dem before my meetin tomorrow," Remy said as he walked out the door. "Oh yeah, tell my pere to get pictures to go wit da information we have on dem. Remy wouldn't know any of dese x-men other den Wolverine if they slapped dis boy in the face. And, you better not be here when Remy get home. You might scare my company away." Still with a smile on his face, Creed settled back down to sleep a little longer.
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Katherine Pryde, Kitty to her friends, was resting at a table with some of her friends when he walked in. He was the most attractive man she had seen in a while and immediately wanted him. He was around 6'1" or so, with long brown hair and a killer body covered in a dark red shirt and black leather pants. Not too tight but tight enough to show off thought the ever fashion conscious Kitty. Oddly he wore a pair of dark sunglasses, but this is New York thought Kitty and so she excused herself from her friends and made her approach.
Remy saw her coming from a mile away and silently laughed on how easy this was going to be. She was about 5'5", thick brown hair that hung to the middle of her back and rather petite. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something told Remy to walk away and head to another club, but he was horny and therefore ignored the silent warning.
Just when Kitty was close to him, her hot prey turned and smiled at her. "You know, they actually have the lights dimmed in here. You probably don't need those sunglasses," Kitty said sweetly with a little cute smile. It was the one thing that Kitty really had going for herself. She might not be "sexy as hell" but she could be cute like there was no tomorrow.
"Tis your beauty chere, it be blindin'," Remy said with a grin. Guys always tried to be smooth and for the most part they failed. Remy knew this however, and so when he delivered his little lines, it was always with a smile. He made it so the girl felt that they had shared a little joke between them and therefore built an intimate connection right away. Once this connection was established, Remy knew that any girl was his. He just had to listen and remember where his loft was. Naturally the girl giggled and introduced herself. He responded by telling her his real name, there was no reason to give her a fake name, and giving her a little kiss on the back of her hand. Another giggle as he knew she would and so he asked her if she wanted a drink. Once again she said yes, he knew this was going to be the phrase of the night, and so they headed to the bar.
Kitty was entranced by Remy. He was so smooth and funny at all the right times. She had about collapsed when he kissed her hand. They talked for a while at the bar, where she drank her little pink drink even though she wasn't 21. Kitty immediately could tell that Remy was a bit of a bad boy and this turned her on even more. Once when he was telling her a story about his hometown of New Orleans she caught herself humming "Make me Bad" by Korn and she didn't even really like hard rock music. Kitty immediately blushed when she noticed that Remy had caught the tune of the song and winked at her. Embarrassed, she grabbed his hand and pulled the chuckling Remy out onto the dance floor.
Time to wrap this all up, thought Remy. He was getting impatient and knew that this could drive her away. The moment that she even thought that she was just a fuck was the moment he had to go looking elsewhere. As the run of songs they had been dancing to ended, he led her back to the bar. "Bout time to leave don you think chere," Remy smiled.
"Um, yeah, just let me tell my friends what's up and order us another drink," Kitty said as she headed back to her former table. How could this be happening she thought. Kitty knew this was out of character for her, she didn't just go home with any cute guy, but he was so sexy. She told her friends what was up and headed back to the bar to finish her last drink for courage. As she finished, Kitty smiled at Remy and indicated she was ready.
Arriving at his loft, Remy knew he had to be careful. That last drink was an indication that she was still a little unsure about whether she wanted to sleep with him and so he would need to talk to her to make her more comfortable about the situation. The problem with this was that he had to be very careful about what he told her because he had some things that he just couldn't let slip. As they sat on the coach he told her more about Louisiana and listened to her talk about how she was still in school, just got back into New York because of some family problems at home. Naturally he asked her where she went to school and she unexpectedly avoided the question, just stating that she went to a private school. Again the signals went off in his head, but as before Remy just ignored them.
Oh god, how could I let this slip she thought. It was the one topic Kitty was very good at staying away from and she had stumbled right into it this time. Anxious to get away from the subject, she told Remy that she had an appointment in the morning and needed to make it an early night.
"Come on chere, Remy don want you ta leave yet," Remy said smiling like a cat. He didn't know what had startled her but he was getting anxious to seal the deal. Thankfully he still had his glasses on and therefore had his trump card. He would bet everything he owned that the next thing Kitty would say was that she would stay if he took off his glasses.
"Well," Kitty smirked, "maybe if you took off your silly sunglasses and asked me real nice, I might stick around." She couldn't understand why Remy was still wearing his sunglasses, but Kitty, always the inquisitive one, really wanted to see if his eyes were as sexy as the rest of him. The part about her needing to leave early was very true, she had to get back to the mansion in the morning, but it was also her ploy to move on from the previous subject. Now she would just see how bad he wanted her to stay.
"All right chere, here goes" Remy said as he slipped off his shades. As usual he was greeted with a gasp, but then again it wasn't quite as usual.
"Oh my god, they are so beautiful," Kitty said as she was lost in his gaze. She had never seen eyes like his before. They were a light brown, but with a slightly reddish tint that matched his hair perfectly. Oddly though, Remy was squinting as if his dimly lit loft was as bright as the sun. "You big jerk," she laughed, "you had me thinking that you had crazy demon eyes or something, hiding behind your sunglasses like you were. I have to say that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, at least when you aren't squinting. Do you have something in your eye because they look all irritated and watery?"
"Non, just have very sensitive eyes, which is why Remy wear da glasses. But enough about dem." Remy smiled as he moved in for a kiss. Thankfully he had remembered to wear his contacts tonight as he usually didn't. They were very uncomfortable since they had to cover his whole eye and personally, Remy hated them. He always felt like he was hiding when he wore the contacts and Remy prided himself on not hiding from anything.
Kitty was just thinking that there was something very odd about Remy's eyes as he moved in for a kiss. Setting the thought aside, she put her arms around him and met his lips with hers. Pure heaven Kitty thought as she was engulfed in the pleasure of the moment and as he led her to the bedroom, Kitty knew that it was going to be a very long night.
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Jean Grey once again checked Logan's vitals out of habit. Logan would be fine, but she still needed to keep an eye on him just in case. Hank would be taking over the watch in about an hour so she could get some sleep, but until he did all Jean could do was wait and think about how a boy could do this to Logan. Jean and the other x-men had rushed into the mansion when they heard Marie's screams. What greeted them was a sight that Jean knew she could go without seeing ever again. Logan had a crater in his upper abdomen along with other minor injuries covering the rest of his body. Surprisingly there was very little blood as the wound seemed to have been cauterized. Logan had confirmed this when he had shortly regained consciousness. He had also said that despite the horrendous damage to his person that he was slowly healing. Once again Jean noted that Logan had been correct in his assessment. It was pure luck that he had survived the wounds. The blast had cauterized the wounds, which had actually saved Logan's life. Since he wasn't bleeding profusely, as he would have without the cauterization, his healing factor wasn't completely overloaded and had started mending his wounds up. Jean then telekinetically carried him to the med lab where she and Hank set up the IV's. A little later Professor Xavier had telepathically contacted her to check on Logan's status and inform her that there would be a meeting in the morning concerning the attack. Jean asked him why not tonight, but Xavier told her that he needed to get all of the surveillance tapes ready and also hoped that Logan would be able to join them if they waited. Xavier had strongly expressed his need for Logan's side of the story so that the x-men could view the incident in its entirety. Jean sensed from the Professor's tone that there was something that he wasn't telling her, but she figured that if it was that important he would have told her. Lost in thought, Jean failed to notice Hank McCoy come to the lab in relief and so Jean went to bed with a mind full of questions. Like all the x-men she would have to wait until morning to these answered.
*Begin Disclaimer* I don't own any of this stuff. I don't own the X-men but I do have a six- pack of beer that is all mine. Anyways, yada yada yada, don't sue me. Oh yeah, I also don't own Korn or their awesome music. *End Disclaimer*
A/N
Here's chapter 2, I hope you all like it. A little slow, but that's how it has to be. I was actually debating whether to add the last part back at the mansion or leave it for the next chapter. Obviously I kept it in, mostly because I thought that it would be very mean to leave it out. Also, it keeps the time of events occurring at different areas along the same line. As for some of the comments in the reviews, here is a little input from the author. As far as the Remy/Marie connection, I kinda want to stay away from it. Not that there won't be hints of relationships, flirting and ect, but I want to keep away from the romance and angst that is in many stories. Not that those qualities aren't good in other stories, I just don't think I can write that particular type of drama correctly. The whole goal of this story is to inject some new aspects into the introduction of Gambit, while still keeping as true to what I remember of the comics. So far these changes are in Remy's past, mainly his dealings with the thieves guild as well as his relationship with Victor Creed. I'd always had a soft spot for Sabertooth and want to emphasize the similarities between him and Logan. Also Remy's "scanning ability" is an original concept that I've sort of borrowed from Valerie Jones's "Paradox Law" story, which is very good. Concerning the question I received about the other students attending the Xavier Institute, I guess I failed in addressing the fact that the school is closed during the summer as Xavier is still fine-tuning his team. This means that barring special situations (which there obviously aren't any), no students are around during the summer, just the team members. I do appreciate that question though, and will address any others concerning aspects of the story that I might fail to clearly address. Remember that as the author, I know what is going on and sometimes what is clear to me is only vaguely implied in the story. Next chapter will be on the events of the following day. Hopefully I will introduce the rest of the x-men and one of the main villains. It just depends on how everything flows from my mind to the computer. Keep reading and reviewing since both are greatly appreciated. Oh yeah, I will also be posting little updates in the review area for those who are curious about future chapters and my writing progress. Late.