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La Fille
Part 10.
No FairyTale
"Mama!" Aimée yelled as Hank and Jean feverishly buzzed around her, "Mama please wake up please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't hate you. I love you! Mama please wake up, don't leave me, please." Convulsing sobs ran through her body as she collapsed on-top of her mother's chest.
"Aimée please, we-"
"NO!" She yelled, threatening Jean with a wary glance, "Leave us be!" Beast lifted up the seventeen year old and carried her thrashing out of the room. "No!" "Mama!" "Mama!!!!!" She turned rapidly to find Professor Xavier by her side. "Professor! Professor! What did he do? What did Sinis- 'glluuug'" Aimée collapsed in the furry blue arms of beast, who held her with one arm and a syringe in the other.
"Honestly Hank! Was a sedative nesscessary?" Jean yelled from the next room.
"We can't have her waking the whole house," The professor knitted his brow "What happened?"
"Seems to be the same as last time, her brain just hibernating."
"He is far to powerful, I just wish we could track the bastard!-Scott, Assemble a team first thing tomorrow- we need to find this monster once and for all."
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"So she comes through the door, hair winswept, cheeks pink, like some woman from a sci-fi romance novel." O'Rya giggled at her own joke, gazing into Aaron's honey colored eyes across the candlelit table, "And she turns to me, and chokes out my name" O'Rya's eyes darkened and her expression slightly faltered, but Aaron was a million miles away "then I notice the flask in her hand, I swear that woman is ungodly" She uttered a light laugh, that took way to much effort, but O'Rya was good at that . . . putting on a brave face to hide her pain. "Aaron!"
Until now, his attention had been entirely devoted to the next table, where a blonde man and a brunette woman were locked in a passionate kiss. He snapped to when O'Rya said his name so tersely, his hazed and gentle eyes staring back confused at her.
"Jesus are you stoned?"
He smiled, and shook his head. Truth was, he was certainly acting like it. But his spirit was not with the conversation, his mind was off somewhere else, trying to get away from the awful position he had put himself in. Aaron's body sat there, still smiling at her like an idiot, his soul drifting on the ceiling, watching the scene with a grin. Why was he doing this? Pretending he wanted to be with her when all he could think about was leaving? Aaron wasn't the best at making decisions, but we're all human . . . erm . . . sort of.
"So . . ." O'Rya looked down at the table, a smile creeping over her lips. "I was thinking about it, and I'm ready." He choked unromantically on his ice, eyes rapidly blinking. "I want to be with you."
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Cigar smoke billowed out of his nostrils as yet again Logan puffed on the tobacco rod. He was sitting outside-the Professor didn't allow people to smoke inside the mansion-the cool breeze whipping his untidy black hair. Logan was concerned about Rogue, and her well being.
"Logan?" He turned and tried a smile as Jean sat beside him.
"What are ye'h doin' out here?" He asked her, still puffing away on his cigar.
"Hank doesn't need me in there." Jean replied seductively, but Logan jumped up with fury.
"Well I'm sure Rogue does!"
"Logan" She smiled, reaching for his arm.
"Sorry Jeannie" He mumbled as he stubbed out his cigar butt "I'm just worried, that's all"
"She'll be fine, expected to make a full recovery by morning. Just had to much spicy food."
"Oh" Logan grunted, a tad ashamed of getting so worried, but thankful nonetheless.
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you, though." She stared down at the ground "Logan I'm leaving, I have to get outta here. I can't deal with Scott any longer. I'm taking Jake away, and I want you to come with us."
"Anything fer you Red."
Logan held her tight, he did not notice the wicked smile that crept over her face. "I knew you'd understand."
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Storm stumbled around the grounds of the mansion, her flask of vodka still in hand. Apparently apologizing to her daughter was too difficult to do without the soft cushion of several shots of bourbon. She had just came from inside, seeing Jean deep in medical work made her wonder where Logan was. CRASH, Ororro found herself lying in a pile of bushes, staring dazed at the sky. The sound of voices flooded into her ears, as she turned to the right. On the steps sat Logan and Jean, in a tight embrace. Storm's cheeks flushed, she did not like what she saw. In a commotion she rose from the bushes and stomped away. 'Why can't I catch a break!? Does every guy I care about HAVE to be-wait a second.' Even with Alcohol coursing through her veins Storm knew something wasn't right there. She had just seen Jean inside. Rushing back to her spot in the bushes she continued eavesdropping on the conversation.
"I'll right back, will you do me a favor and grab Jake? He has a duffel bag in his closet that's packed with all his stuff."
"Sure, I will met you outside in 15 minutes."
"k"
Ororro decided to follow Jean. She walked briskly for a few moments before darting behind bushes herself. Jean reached for her cell phone.
"The wolverine has taken the bait." She hissed, staring absentmindly at her nails. "Give Lord Sinister that message and tell him to keep his mental shields on high alert."
"Pryor" Storm muttered under her breath, she looked down but upon glancing back up, realized that Madelyne was missing. CLICK. The barrel of the gun pressed firmly against Her temple.
"Nosey Nosey Nosey, didn't anyone tell you that curiosity killed the cat?"
"Madelyne what do you want with Wolverine! Leave us be!"
"And unfortunately for you, I can't have any felines around to give up my secret. Sleep little one, for I doubt the goddess will hear your prayers now." Storm's body went rigid, as the bullet planted itself firmly in her skull.
"Schmirnof's silent, the preferred choice of Villains everywhere." Madelyne giggled and stepped over the lifeless body.
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Abe watched Aimée through the glass wall of the medical lab. She lie dormant, overtop of her mother's unconscious body, the sobs had long since stopped. His breathing had normalled, but Abram was still taken aback by Rogue's seemingly lifeless form. Rogue was always kind to him, letting him stay over whenever he wanted, taking care of him, since he was so far from home. And Aimée . . . Aimée was his best friend in the world, he didn't want to see anything else happen to her, He feared it would send her off the edge.
"Abram?" Didier called from the hall; his face was concerned (think Legolas at Boromir's death.yes Didier looks like Orlando Bloom!) and his scruffy hair more out of order than usual. Abe couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking up to the deep purple eyes of Aimée's companion.
"Do ye'h? is she? Is Aimée goin' te'h be okay? Sa mère?"
"I don't know man, its pretty bad."
"What should I do?"
"Just be there for her, You love her don't you?"
"Oui"
"Then it won't matter what you say."
"Merci, droit d'ici à vous." He motioned from his heart to Abe, and turned to the medlab entrance. Abe sighed and turned away shaking his head . . . just another fool in love.
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"Jesus Aaron its just sex! O'Rya yelled as she lay on top of him. The couple lye beneath the pale yellow covers of the hotel room they had rented for the night. The moonlight shown bright through the matching curtains. Aaron had evaded getting naked for about an hour. His guilt was filling him up like helium in a ballon, and any second he feared he would pop. O'Rya abrubtly pushed herself off of him, taking the sheet with her. She sat down in the cushy pinstripe chair with the sheet draped about her like a toga. With her stern face and bedding gown, to Aaron she resembled a goddess . . . the goddess of fury if there was one. He prepared himself for a blow. "What's going on? Any other guy would have done it by now . . . twice!" Aaron sat up in his boxers, his honey eyes clouding with guilt. "Oh no, Aaron Beamers don't do this to me, don't you break up with me again."
"O'Rya"
"No! Don't start! I don't wanna hear it! I don't care, I just don't give a damn. I don't give a damn about your excuses! I am sick of hearing it!" Tears rose to her eyes as her stunning face turned red with anger. Aaron sat in silence for a little while, staring at his boxers and counting the stripes. "What happened to us?"
"I don't know"
"Yes you do"
He looked up guilty at her, suddenly wishing he had a bottle of Jack Daniels next to him. Cracking his neck, he attempted to gulp down the lump in his throat, hoping it would kill the sharp pains in his stomach.
"O'Rya, I love you, you know that, and I will always care for you." He took a deep breath and started over "I did something wrong, I made a mistake. I lied to you. I made you think that I was there when I wasn't. I did a horrible terrible thing, but I can live with that. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of what I was about to do. I have morals. Believe it or not, and I know you know that I am not a bad person. I'm just sick of lying . . . O'Rya. Forgive me, but I think I'm in love with someone else."
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"Dammit Madelyne! What is taking so long? I want her on her way and I want it now!" Sinister yelled into the phone.
"Sinister ye'h leave her out o' dis! Dis be between you an' Gambit! Bess' leave Aimée alone!"
"Shut up!" he hissed, turning back towards the cell. "What do you mean? Occupied?"
"Dammit Sinister! Listen te'h me!" Gambit threw himself, at Sinister, but the chains effectively restrained him as Sinister sent yet another bolt of electricity up his spine. "Aiyee!"
"Pryor, you will send that girl to me." He snarled, stabbing a knife hard into the table "Just deal with this problem in the only bloody way you know how!!"
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"Aimée?" Didier asked cautiously as he let himself into the room. Aimée popped her head up, her hair was caught in her lip glossy and her eyes were red and puffy, she smiled, and Didier couldn't believe how beautiful she was.
"Hey" She said sniffing, reaching up for a tight embrace.
"It's okay baby, everythin's goin' to be alright." Aimée pulled back and sat on the bed, reaching for her mother's hand.
"You know what scares me?" She said emotionlessly "I meant what I said, I really did hate her." Her elegant face scrunched up and she leaned back into his chest.
"She loved you, an' she knew ye'h loved her. She will make it through dis, okay?" He said fiercly gripping her by the shoulders "Ye'h jus' need to believe it." He whispered, pulling her back in for another hug. "Je t'aime, vous sais cela?" (I love you, you know that?) Aimée nodded into his chest, burying her face into his tear-streaked tee shirt. "It will be okay, je prom-" But the bullet hit his forehead before he could respond.
"Didier!!!!!" Aimée screamed, clutching his rigid body, "Didier!!!" But it was too late, a bullet to the head, he was already gone. "Didier no . . . no no no . . . don't be gone, not now." Blood seeped out of him, staining the clean white sheets. She sobbed hard against his lifeless body, hoping that maybe her tears would bring him back to life. But this was no fairytale . . . this was her life. At age seventeen Aimée lye there, sobbing uncontrollably, drenched in someone else's blood, clutching the dead body of her fallen love.
~I had to do it.
-Foo
La Fille
Part 10.
No FairyTale
"Mama!" Aimée yelled as Hank and Jean feverishly buzzed around her, "Mama please wake up please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't hate you. I love you! Mama please wake up, don't leave me, please." Convulsing sobs ran through her body as she collapsed on-top of her mother's chest.
"Aimée please, we-"
"NO!" She yelled, threatening Jean with a wary glance, "Leave us be!" Beast lifted up the seventeen year old and carried her thrashing out of the room. "No!" "Mama!" "Mama!!!!!" She turned rapidly to find Professor Xavier by her side. "Professor! Professor! What did he do? What did Sinis- 'glluuug'" Aimée collapsed in the furry blue arms of beast, who held her with one arm and a syringe in the other.
"Honestly Hank! Was a sedative nesscessary?" Jean yelled from the next room.
"We can't have her waking the whole house," The professor knitted his brow "What happened?"
"Seems to be the same as last time, her brain just hibernating."
"He is far to powerful, I just wish we could track the bastard!-Scott, Assemble a team first thing tomorrow- we need to find this monster once and for all."
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"So she comes through the door, hair winswept, cheeks pink, like some woman from a sci-fi romance novel." O'Rya giggled at her own joke, gazing into Aaron's honey colored eyes across the candlelit table, "And she turns to me, and chokes out my name" O'Rya's eyes darkened and her expression slightly faltered, but Aaron was a million miles away "then I notice the flask in her hand, I swear that woman is ungodly" She uttered a light laugh, that took way to much effort, but O'Rya was good at that . . . putting on a brave face to hide her pain. "Aaron!"
Until now, his attention had been entirely devoted to the next table, where a blonde man and a brunette woman were locked in a passionate kiss. He snapped to when O'Rya said his name so tersely, his hazed and gentle eyes staring back confused at her.
"Jesus are you stoned?"
He smiled, and shook his head. Truth was, he was certainly acting like it. But his spirit was not with the conversation, his mind was off somewhere else, trying to get away from the awful position he had put himself in. Aaron's body sat there, still smiling at her like an idiot, his soul drifting on the ceiling, watching the scene with a grin. Why was he doing this? Pretending he wanted to be with her when all he could think about was leaving? Aaron wasn't the best at making decisions, but we're all human . . . erm . . . sort of.
"So . . ." O'Rya looked down at the table, a smile creeping over her lips. "I was thinking about it, and I'm ready." He choked unromantically on his ice, eyes rapidly blinking. "I want to be with you."
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Cigar smoke billowed out of his nostrils as yet again Logan puffed on the tobacco rod. He was sitting outside-the Professor didn't allow people to smoke inside the mansion-the cool breeze whipping his untidy black hair. Logan was concerned about Rogue, and her well being.
"Logan?" He turned and tried a smile as Jean sat beside him.
"What are ye'h doin' out here?" He asked her, still puffing away on his cigar.
"Hank doesn't need me in there." Jean replied seductively, but Logan jumped up with fury.
"Well I'm sure Rogue does!"
"Logan" She smiled, reaching for his arm.
"Sorry Jeannie" He mumbled as he stubbed out his cigar butt "I'm just worried, that's all"
"She'll be fine, expected to make a full recovery by morning. Just had to much spicy food."
"Oh" Logan grunted, a tad ashamed of getting so worried, but thankful nonetheless.
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you, though." She stared down at the ground "Logan I'm leaving, I have to get outta here. I can't deal with Scott any longer. I'm taking Jake away, and I want you to come with us."
"Anything fer you Red."
Logan held her tight, he did not notice the wicked smile that crept over her face. "I knew you'd understand."
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Storm stumbled around the grounds of the mansion, her flask of vodka still in hand. Apparently apologizing to her daughter was too difficult to do without the soft cushion of several shots of bourbon. She had just came from inside, seeing Jean deep in medical work made her wonder where Logan was. CRASH, Ororro found herself lying in a pile of bushes, staring dazed at the sky. The sound of voices flooded into her ears, as she turned to the right. On the steps sat Logan and Jean, in a tight embrace. Storm's cheeks flushed, she did not like what she saw. In a commotion she rose from the bushes and stomped away. 'Why can't I catch a break!? Does every guy I care about HAVE to be-wait a second.' Even with Alcohol coursing through her veins Storm knew something wasn't right there. She had just seen Jean inside. Rushing back to her spot in the bushes she continued eavesdropping on the conversation.
"I'll right back, will you do me a favor and grab Jake? He has a duffel bag in his closet that's packed with all his stuff."
"Sure, I will met you outside in 15 minutes."
"k"
Ororro decided to follow Jean. She walked briskly for a few moments before darting behind bushes herself. Jean reached for her cell phone.
"The wolverine has taken the bait." She hissed, staring absentmindly at her nails. "Give Lord Sinister that message and tell him to keep his mental shields on high alert."
"Pryor" Storm muttered under her breath, she looked down but upon glancing back up, realized that Madelyne was missing. CLICK. The barrel of the gun pressed firmly against Her temple.
"Nosey Nosey Nosey, didn't anyone tell you that curiosity killed the cat?"
"Madelyne what do you want with Wolverine! Leave us be!"
"And unfortunately for you, I can't have any felines around to give up my secret. Sleep little one, for I doubt the goddess will hear your prayers now." Storm's body went rigid, as the bullet planted itself firmly in her skull.
"Schmirnof's silent, the preferred choice of Villains everywhere." Madelyne giggled and stepped over the lifeless body.
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Abe watched Aimée through the glass wall of the medical lab. She lie dormant, overtop of her mother's unconscious body, the sobs had long since stopped. His breathing had normalled, but Abram was still taken aback by Rogue's seemingly lifeless form. Rogue was always kind to him, letting him stay over whenever he wanted, taking care of him, since he was so far from home. And Aimée . . . Aimée was his best friend in the world, he didn't want to see anything else happen to her, He feared it would send her off the edge.
"Abram?" Didier called from the hall; his face was concerned (think Legolas at Boromir's death.yes Didier looks like Orlando Bloom!) and his scruffy hair more out of order than usual. Abe couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking up to the deep purple eyes of Aimée's companion.
"Do ye'h? is she? Is Aimée goin' te'h be okay? Sa mère?"
"I don't know man, its pretty bad."
"What should I do?"
"Just be there for her, You love her don't you?"
"Oui"
"Then it won't matter what you say."
"Merci, droit d'ici à vous." He motioned from his heart to Abe, and turned to the medlab entrance. Abe sighed and turned away shaking his head . . . just another fool in love.
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"Jesus Aaron its just sex! O'Rya yelled as she lay on top of him. The couple lye beneath the pale yellow covers of the hotel room they had rented for the night. The moonlight shown bright through the matching curtains. Aaron had evaded getting naked for about an hour. His guilt was filling him up like helium in a ballon, and any second he feared he would pop. O'Rya abrubtly pushed herself off of him, taking the sheet with her. She sat down in the cushy pinstripe chair with the sheet draped about her like a toga. With her stern face and bedding gown, to Aaron she resembled a goddess . . . the goddess of fury if there was one. He prepared himself for a blow. "What's going on? Any other guy would have done it by now . . . twice!" Aaron sat up in his boxers, his honey eyes clouding with guilt. "Oh no, Aaron Beamers don't do this to me, don't you break up with me again."
"O'Rya"
"No! Don't start! I don't wanna hear it! I don't care, I just don't give a damn. I don't give a damn about your excuses! I am sick of hearing it!" Tears rose to her eyes as her stunning face turned red with anger. Aaron sat in silence for a little while, staring at his boxers and counting the stripes. "What happened to us?"
"I don't know"
"Yes you do"
He looked up guilty at her, suddenly wishing he had a bottle of Jack Daniels next to him. Cracking his neck, he attempted to gulp down the lump in his throat, hoping it would kill the sharp pains in his stomach.
"O'Rya, I love you, you know that, and I will always care for you." He took a deep breath and started over "I did something wrong, I made a mistake. I lied to you. I made you think that I was there when I wasn't. I did a horrible terrible thing, but I can live with that. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of what I was about to do. I have morals. Believe it or not, and I know you know that I am not a bad person. I'm just sick of lying . . . O'Rya. Forgive me, but I think I'm in love with someone else."
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"Dammit Madelyne! What is taking so long? I want her on her way and I want it now!" Sinister yelled into the phone.
"Sinister ye'h leave her out o' dis! Dis be between you an' Gambit! Bess' leave Aimée alone!"
"Shut up!" he hissed, turning back towards the cell. "What do you mean? Occupied?"
"Dammit Sinister! Listen te'h me!" Gambit threw himself, at Sinister, but the chains effectively restrained him as Sinister sent yet another bolt of electricity up his spine. "Aiyee!"
"Pryor, you will send that girl to me." He snarled, stabbing a knife hard into the table "Just deal with this problem in the only bloody way you know how!!"
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"Aimée?" Didier asked cautiously as he let himself into the room. Aimée popped her head up, her hair was caught in her lip glossy and her eyes were red and puffy, she smiled, and Didier couldn't believe how beautiful she was.
"Hey" She said sniffing, reaching up for a tight embrace.
"It's okay baby, everythin's goin' to be alright." Aimée pulled back and sat on the bed, reaching for her mother's hand.
"You know what scares me?" She said emotionlessly "I meant what I said, I really did hate her." Her elegant face scrunched up and she leaned back into his chest.
"She loved you, an' she knew ye'h loved her. She will make it through dis, okay?" He said fiercly gripping her by the shoulders "Ye'h jus' need to believe it." He whispered, pulling her back in for another hug. "Je t'aime, vous sais cela?" (I love you, you know that?) Aimée nodded into his chest, burying her face into his tear-streaked tee shirt. "It will be okay, je prom-" But the bullet hit his forehead before he could respond.
"Didier!!!!!" Aimée screamed, clutching his rigid body, "Didier!!!" But it was too late, a bullet to the head, he was already gone. "Didier no . . . no no no . . . don't be gone, not now." Blood seeped out of him, staining the clean white sheets. She sobbed hard against his lifeless body, hoping that maybe her tears would bring him back to life. But this was no fairytale . . . this was her life. At age seventeen Aimée lye there, sobbing uncontrollably, drenched in someone else's blood, clutching the dead body of her fallen love.
~I had to do it.
-Foo