Note from me : Not mine. Marvel's. No money to give if you sue. Just for fun. Action's coming, too many ideas in my head for this chapter, you'll just have to wait. The next chapter will probably be up by tomorrow, I'm on vacation and it's raining here… Enjoy.
Chapter 3
Daydreamer
I felt hair raise on my arms as silence fell again on the strange white plain. I had to wake up, it couldn't be very hard, could it? I closed my eyes, but no matter how hard I concentrated, the eery landscape was still there when I opened them. I sighted, and began to walk towards nowhere.
The sand was hot under my bare feet, although there was no sun shining. In fact, the dark sky had no stars, no moon, and nothing could have produced any light around me. Only desolation, a strange laugh coming from nowhere and a very cold breeze seeping up my bare legs under my nightshift. I repressed a big shudder and crossed my arms on my chest to warm me up. What kind of dream was that?
Then I saw them.
Strange shadows were creeping on the ground. They were far away, but the plain was flat and I could see miles away. They were making a low burring sound, as if they were all talking at the same time. My heart started to beat faster as I saw the things were very numerous, and coming towards me. And when I saw small bright red eyes shining in the shodows and the glitter of sharp small teet, I panicked, turned and began to ran.
The sand WAS hot and smooth, and my feet kept sinking into the ground. I was completely out of breath before no time, but the shadows were right behind me; I could hear them. There were rocks all around me, I had to dodge and jump over in order to run like hell in hope of waking soon. Then I knocked my feet on a rock and pure white pain came across my leg. I screamed when I lost my balance and bumped my head on a small rock. I raised myself on my arms, coughing sand, to meet red eyed black creatures looking at me. The burring sound was almost impossible to bear and my ears rang hard enough for my head to spin. My feet hurt and I felt blood tikling down my neck from my head where I had bumped it. I had somehow managed to get my left hand cut in the process of falling down and I could feel the burning of it as sand infiltered in the open wound.
Pain?
How the hell was I supposed to feel pain… in a dream? I began to panick as the wicked beasts gathered around me, burring and making a eery wheezing sound. No, the wheezing sound was coming from me, I noticed, as I hyperventilated and panicked, convinced that this was the end.
"Stop" said a low voice. I turned around and gaped at the tall man that was standing behind me. He wore a black cape so his body was hidden, but the pale marble like face and the bright red eyes were impossible to forget.
"Sinister!" I yelled. "Were the hell did yah take me! What IS this damn place!" I got on my knees and screamed at him. I wasn't afraid anymore. "What d'yah want, Sinister? Yah wanna kill me? Or yah just the new version of the boogie man? Coming through mah closet to scare me to death in mah dreams?" He just smiled, sharp teeth flashing for a moment.
"My dear Rogue, you are so entertaining. Kill you? No, not tonight. No, I just wanted to give you a hint on what's coming for your friends the X-Men" He clapped his hands and, as the dizziness began to make me sleepy, I noticed the wee beasties smiling and laughing. I shuddered as the darkness filled my head.
I fainted.
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I slowly oppened my eyes. I was lying in the bed, entangled in the sheets, and had sweat all over my body. I looked at the ceiling as my heart slowed to a normal rhythm. My lungs hurt as I recovered from hyperventilating. My head hurt too. I sat up in bed and put my feet on the floor. A bolt of pain shot through my leg and I took a deep breath, swallowing down a creeping panic. I slowly limped to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the light and leaned on the counter. My jaw dropped and stayed that way when I saw my bloody forehead in the mirror. I lifted my hand to touch it and noticed the deep cut in my hand. I sobbed, and tears began to flow from my eyes.
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I sat at the kitchen table, holding my cup of coffee with shaking hands. I had cleaned and bandaged my left hand. As for my head, the deep cut was under my hair, where nobody would see it. My leg still hurt but the limp had gone. Except for my hand, hopefully nobody would notice.
I leaped like a frog when I felt hands on my shoulders. I turned around to meet Remy's eyes, questionning mine. I took a deep breath. Relax, girl.
"You okay, chérie?" He asked, a worried line between his eyes. I felt uneasy looking at them. The red glow reminded me of… I shook my head. This is Remy, stupid, not Sinister nor the mad beasties in the dream.
"Yeah, I'm just a bit nervous, sugah. Nothin' wrong. Ah had a bad dream, that's all." He took me in his arms and held me close.
"Why didn't ye wake me up, ma belle? Dis can help, you know, to talk about dose nightmar'o yours." He smiled and bent his head to kiss me. I put a hand on my mouth to prevent him from doing so.
"Ah wouldn't do that if Ah were yah"
"Oh, okay…" His smiled faded a bit but he gathered me closer to him, and put his chin on the top of my head. I wince when it touched the sore spot where I had bumped it. He felt my grimacing and looked down at my face. Then he noticed my bandaged hand. "What happened to you, chérie? You hadn't that last night"
"Ah… This, Ah cut myself. Ha… a kitchen knife, it… it slipped. It's not a bad cut, it doesn't even hurt anymore" I lied. He saw it in my eyes.
"And your head?" He knew me too well.
"Ah bumped it on the kitchen counter… reaching for a frying pan" I knew I didn't have Gambit's poker face. I also knew he didn't believe a word of what I was saying. "To cook some eggs. Yah want some?"
He looked towards the counter and the stove and, not seeing any frying pan or eggs, looked back at me, raising one brow in questionning. "You take me for a fool?" his eyes silently said. "No, but I dare you to contradict me, man" mine said in return. He stared at me for a few seconds, questionning my eyes. Getting no response, he shrugged. "Non, merci." He left the kitchen, leaving me alone. I sat abruptly on a chair and put my face in my hands.
To be continued…
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