Note : Ha ha! Told you it wouldn't be long. You guys didn't even have the time to review chapter 12!!! I hope you like this as much as I do! Please review! Oh, by the way, in case you haven't guessed, the *……* mean telepathic communication with Xavier.
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Chapter 13, hein? Hope this doesn't bring bad luck to me…
Enjoy.
Chapter 13
Hurt
He kept his eyes on the ground while he walked on the main street in St-Johns. He left so quickly that he had forgotten his cloak on the floor in the room. His face flushed as he heard Rogue's words again. How could she? Sinister's son? Sure, why not! And she expected him to believe this? To be happy about what she said? Did she really have to bring up the orphanage and the street living? Why, dammit?
Damn, it hurt him. She had aimed low, and striked. "But she didn't mean it, did she?" said a voice in his head. It didn't mather. It hurt, that was all there was to know. He pressed the palm of his hands on his eyes, hard, as if sheer force could stop the tears from welling from them.
The sun was hurting his eyes, and his vision was blurred with tears. Could it be true? He felt rage well up in him. No. Surely she was wrong, had imagined this somehow…
He lifted his head to meet a iron gate, a big house behind, with the name Essex written on a panel.
Ressemblance, was there?
"We'll see." He thought. It was time to meet that Nathaniel Essex, and see for himself.
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*Rogue?*
I snapped my head up from my hands and sniffed. "Professor?"
*Rogue, I am sorry for not contacting you before… Gabrielle was very weak after our last communication, and she had to get some serious rest. Have you reached St-Johns?*
"Uh, yeah, we did."
*Have you found Nathaniel Essex, dear?*
"Yes, we did…" I trailed off.
*Rogue? Is there something wrong? Is Gambit all right? I still can't contact him.*
"Well, he's probably quite closed on himself, raht now, Professor. We had a fight about Essex and… and his son." Silence in my head.
*What about them?*
"Ah've talked to Nathan, Professor. Ah don't know why, but he has showed me his experiences, and what he means ta do with his son Remington… Professor, Ah'm sure that baby is Remy. Ah'm sure of it." There was a long silence. "Professor?"
*Well, that would certainly explain why Remy is unreachable.*
"Apocalypse has already contacted Essex, Professor. He brought him a cryogenic machine so he can freeze his baby until… until he can make him powerful, as he said. Undestructible."
*Rogue, the situation is critical. You have to find Remy, and destroy Essex before he is transformed into Sinister."
"But Professor… If the baby is never frozen, nor transformed into whatever Essex wants… What happens to Gambit?"
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He climbed the stairs and stared at the door, not moving. What the hell was he supposed to do? Kill the man. "Of course I'll do dat. Dat's why we're two hundred years in de past!" he thought. He put his hand on the handle, and the door opened. He heard a yelp inside as a young woman in her late teens stood up and yelled at him.
"Who are you? How dare you enter our house without knocking?"
"I'm sorry, I knocked, but nobody answered…" he lied. The girl's face did change, though, and that's when he noticed the small bundle she had in her arms.
"Oh, in that case…" She hadn't noticed the eyes yet, but as she took a few steps in his direction, he thought she would see them in no time. "You must be here for my…" she trailed off, as her eyes grew huge and her jaw dropped. "Oh my… Dear Holy Mother of Jesus, who are you?" Her voice contained a hint of hysterics he didn't like.
"Shhhh, please, hush, child… I'm lookin' for Nathaniel. Please."
She didn't seem scared a lot, since he had not grown horns on his head nor goat feet. She gulped hard and showed him the door to the basement. "Nathan spends his days in there… sir. I can't make him come out of there, to eat, to sleep or to feed his son." She squeezed the bundle to her chest, and his heart stopped beating for a second or two.
"Thank ye, miss." He went to the door under the eye of the girl and began banging on it, and yelled.
"Essex! Open up, man, we gotta talk!"
"Who is this?" said a voice.
"Gambit, Essex. Now ye open up dat door or I do it m'self!"
Suprisingly enough, Remy heard steps walking up the stairs, and the door opened. The man in front of him looked intrigued at first, but his face slowly changed into (?) hapiness as he noticed his eyes.
"Oh, dear Lord, are you from the future too? You were sent to me by Apocalypse?" Remy's eyebrows went up to his hairline.
"Hum, no." He stared at Essex and tried to see what Rogue saw in him that made her think what she had said.* In fact, he did see something familiar in the lean face of the tall man in front of him, but he shook his head. He pushed the man aside and went down the stairs.
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I ran throught the gate and entered the house. I arrived in the living room where a girl (the girl from the portrait, Nathan's sister, I could recognize her) clutched a screaming bundle to her chest, eyes wide. The door to the basement was opened, and I ran to the stairs.
The two men were yelling. I flinched when I realized the voices were almost the same. It was only Remy's cajun accent and Nathan's strong English accent that could tell one for another at this time. And Remy's accent was quite more aggressive. Nathan was standing in front of the tube, clutching the plastic box with the flashing lights while Remy was standing in front of him, ready to lunge to him.
"Remy!" I screamed. "Don't destroy anything!"
He turned to look at me, surprised. Nathan suddently put down the box and lunged at Remy. He sensed him, though, and turned around to grab Nathan collar. He threw him against the wall and Nathaniel landed in a crash than shook the wall. I ran down the few steps left, but Remy already had a small wooden box in his hands. The box was glowing a bright red, and I screamed. "Remy, no! Please!"
He threw the charged box.
Nathan yelled and raised his arm to protect his face. A useless protection, my mind had the time to say, but I did so as well. I saw Remy running to me, and squashing me under his weight to protect me.
The box exploded.
I closed my eyes.
* oh my, just too much verbs in there are they?
To be continued…
