225 never ceased her fight. Not even when the X-men interrupted the new guards pleasure. Not even when Remy charged the living Hell out of the guard. She fought until she saw his eyes. Eyes of the devil. Eyes that made 225, the angel cease her fight.
She backed herself into the corner, looking at the other X-men. Curiosity and anger marring the poor girls face. Gambit sighed and slowly walked towards her. Wolverine at his back.
'Bonjour petite! Ca va?'
She still managed to look innocent. How? She stared at him. No words coming from her lips. She didn't flinch when he came near her though. And just stared at him as he removed the gloves from her hands. Gloves, the only that stopped the girl from protecting herself.
'Gambit remove de gloves for you, oui? Like you did for him?'
'Doesn't matter. Only bound me up again. All humans do. If they can't control it or keep it, they tie it up! All you pathetic humans can manage. Cage what's born to be free and free what's born to be caged!'
Her eyes closed then. Jean had left the room along with Logan. The smell of rape to much for his nose. Remy and Ororo were the only two who remained in the room.
'Come Gambit, free her. The anger and death here is far to much.'
Gambit knew this smell all to well, one night in this cell and many nights in the underground thieves guild made one costumed to dis. Or so he had thought. Silently he thanked god for Ororo's presence in the room. He picked up the broken girl and fled the Center for Disturbed Children.
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225 woke up quietly and calmly. Looking at the way her arms were bound. Was she caught yet again? She looked around the medical room. Refusing to let the panic swallow her whole.
'Hello?' She didn't yell. Angel's never yell, sometimes they scream though.
'Why hello, Miss 225.'
He was big, blue and furry. Look friendly enough though.
'Could you perhaps remove the bindings sir? I mean no harm.'
'Yes not a problem dear, we just had them on because you were dreaming rather violently.'
She stiffened. ' I didn't hurt anyone, did I?'
'Oui Chere! You're beauty broke Remy's heart!'
It was the devil eyed man. So it was he who had saved her. A gentle shudder went through her body, someone had saved her. Someone came back.
'How did I break your heart?' Panic rose through her. Angels were not supposed to break anything, let alone hearts. Why they were the main internal organ. Why was he still standing?
'How can you still stand when I have broken your heart? It's a major internal organ, you should be dead.' Her bindings were removed and she ran at Remy. Placing her head above his heart.
'It's still beating! You lied!'
Remy wrapped his arms around her small body, and waited until she relaxed. 'Petite, Remy just tease you non?'
Her white eyes became eerie and vacant. 'You do not joke about Death. He and I have known each other for far to long and have become far to close for my comfort! Now where am I, and why did you come back to save me?'
So this isn't my best chapter. I'd just like to stress that 225/the Angel is new to everything. Will have more of Remy's point of view next chapter!
And as for the claws on 225. I know it's not very usual and hardly believable but it was all from a mental picture in my head.
She backed herself into the corner, looking at the other X-men. Curiosity and anger marring the poor girls face. Gambit sighed and slowly walked towards her. Wolverine at his back.
'Bonjour petite! Ca va?'
She still managed to look innocent. How? She stared at him. No words coming from her lips. She didn't flinch when he came near her though. And just stared at him as he removed the gloves from her hands. Gloves, the only that stopped the girl from protecting herself.
'Gambit remove de gloves for you, oui? Like you did for him?'
'Doesn't matter. Only bound me up again. All humans do. If they can't control it or keep it, they tie it up! All you pathetic humans can manage. Cage what's born to be free and free what's born to be caged!'
Her eyes closed then. Jean had left the room along with Logan. The smell of rape to much for his nose. Remy and Ororo were the only two who remained in the room.
'Come Gambit, free her. The anger and death here is far to much.'
Gambit knew this smell all to well, one night in this cell and many nights in the underground thieves guild made one costumed to dis. Or so he had thought. Silently he thanked god for Ororo's presence in the room. He picked up the broken girl and fled the Center for Disturbed Children.
~*
225 woke up quietly and calmly. Looking at the way her arms were bound. Was she caught yet again? She looked around the medical room. Refusing to let the panic swallow her whole.
'Hello?' She didn't yell. Angel's never yell, sometimes they scream though.
'Why hello, Miss 225.'
He was big, blue and furry. Look friendly enough though.
'Could you perhaps remove the bindings sir? I mean no harm.'
'Yes not a problem dear, we just had them on because you were dreaming rather violently.'
She stiffened. ' I didn't hurt anyone, did I?'
'Oui Chere! You're beauty broke Remy's heart!'
It was the devil eyed man. So it was he who had saved her. A gentle shudder went through her body, someone had saved her. Someone came back.
'How did I break your heart?' Panic rose through her. Angels were not supposed to break anything, let alone hearts. Why they were the main internal organ. Why was he still standing?
'How can you still stand when I have broken your heart? It's a major internal organ, you should be dead.' Her bindings were removed and she ran at Remy. Placing her head above his heart.
'It's still beating! You lied!'
Remy wrapped his arms around her small body, and waited until she relaxed. 'Petite, Remy just tease you non?'
Her white eyes became eerie and vacant. 'You do not joke about Death. He and I have known each other for far to long and have become far to close for my comfort! Now where am I, and why did you come back to save me?'
So this isn't my best chapter. I'd just like to stress that 225/the Angel is new to everything. Will have more of Remy's point of view next chapter!
And as for the claws on 225. I know it's not very usual and hardly believable but it was all from a mental picture in my head.