The angel is in a panic. Dalen is free, she can feel it. So is Lans. Her mind flittered back to her first cell mate.
'Gambit, he's free isn't he?'
'Oui chere, he was gone before we got dere.' He wasn't happy bout it either. Gambit wanted to kill the man. Wolverine had searched the place up and down. He had found nothing but corpses of more mutants.
Fate was bound to get her. It was cruel, who would create an angel and leave her like this? Solo winged and empty. Well not quite empty, but hard. To tough for one who was supposed to be the epitome of innocence.
'Was there a Russian boy there? Black hair and all black eyes?''
'Non petite.' Gambit bunched his hands at his sides. Was the russian boy her boyfriend? He watched as she began pacing back and forth. Much like she had the first time he had seen her. She was to young to look so angsty. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and keep her safe.
She had been with him, in the boat house for two days now. She couldn't stand the sterility of the Mansion. She needed freedom. When she moved into the boathouse though, she had moved into his heart. Now he understood how Wolverine felt for Jubilee. Though lately he couldn't help to notice the way Wolverine looked at Jubilee, who had grown up to be a very beautiful woman.
'Gambit, we have to find Dalen and Lans.'
'We working on dat petite.'
Could they work hard enough though? Lans was a walking time bomb. 'Gambit, we have to find them soon. Do you have any idea what went on at the Center?'
'Didn't think you wanted to talk about it, chere.'
'No one wants to talk about it. But someone has to. Lans is deadly. A mutant experiment that turned out. He's perfect, just what they were looking for.'
'What you mean chere?'
'They were trying to create the perfect mutant. One with no morals, no sense of right and wrong. nothing. Think a living sentinel. Powerful and deadly.'
She sat down on the floor in front of Gambit, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke.
'Dalen came up with the idea of injecting mortals, er humans, with mutant genes before they hit puberty. Play with thier genes, with fate. He didn't succed until Lans. Lans was already insane before he came to the center. The quiet insane. One who can function normally in this place, but still have those dark thoughts of death. They injected him with some of my mutant genes and mutanta who went by the name of Mystique and Dark Phoenix.'
Mon dieu! That meant the boy was a shape shifting telepathic who could make people forget and remember anything.
He reached out his hand, 'Come chere, we go save de world again, then we give you a name?'
A smile.
~*
No one had ever made her smile before. Ever. She only smiled in comfort, and was quite shocked when Gambit, witha few words, made her smile. Save de world again. Would she make it this time though? Would Gambit be back this time? Or would she love him and have him taken away yet again.
She chewed on her lip and watched her feet as Gambit led her to the mansion. her tiny hand encompassed in his.
Quickly she said a little prayer to fate. She was already to broken to fall again.
Authors Note: It will get better.
'Gambit, he's free isn't he?'
'Oui chere, he was gone before we got dere.' He wasn't happy bout it either. Gambit wanted to kill the man. Wolverine had searched the place up and down. He had found nothing but corpses of more mutants.
Fate was bound to get her. It was cruel, who would create an angel and leave her like this? Solo winged and empty. Well not quite empty, but hard. To tough for one who was supposed to be the epitome of innocence.
'Was there a Russian boy there? Black hair and all black eyes?''
'Non petite.' Gambit bunched his hands at his sides. Was the russian boy her boyfriend? He watched as she began pacing back and forth. Much like she had the first time he had seen her. She was to young to look so angsty. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and keep her safe.
She had been with him, in the boat house for two days now. She couldn't stand the sterility of the Mansion. She needed freedom. When she moved into the boathouse though, she had moved into his heart. Now he understood how Wolverine felt for Jubilee. Though lately he couldn't help to notice the way Wolverine looked at Jubilee, who had grown up to be a very beautiful woman.
'Gambit, we have to find Dalen and Lans.'
'We working on dat petite.'
Could they work hard enough though? Lans was a walking time bomb. 'Gambit, we have to find them soon. Do you have any idea what went on at the Center?'
'Didn't think you wanted to talk about it, chere.'
'No one wants to talk about it. But someone has to. Lans is deadly. A mutant experiment that turned out. He's perfect, just what they were looking for.'
'What you mean chere?'
'They were trying to create the perfect mutant. One with no morals, no sense of right and wrong. nothing. Think a living sentinel. Powerful and deadly.'
She sat down on the floor in front of Gambit, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke.
'Dalen came up with the idea of injecting mortals, er humans, with mutant genes before they hit puberty. Play with thier genes, with fate. He didn't succed until Lans. Lans was already insane before he came to the center. The quiet insane. One who can function normally in this place, but still have those dark thoughts of death. They injected him with some of my mutant genes and mutanta who went by the name of Mystique and Dark Phoenix.'
Mon dieu! That meant the boy was a shape shifting telepathic who could make people forget and remember anything.
He reached out his hand, 'Come chere, we go save de world again, then we give you a name?'
A smile.
~*
No one had ever made her smile before. Ever. She only smiled in comfort, and was quite shocked when Gambit, witha few words, made her smile. Save de world again. Would she make it this time though? Would Gambit be back this time? Or would she love him and have him taken away yet again.
She chewed on her lip and watched her feet as Gambit led her to the mansion. her tiny hand encompassed in his.
Quickly she said a little prayer to fate. She was already to broken to fall again.
Authors Note: It will get better.