~sorry so short! But the next few will be KILLERS!
La Fille
Part 11.
Life Trades
Didier was cold by then, no one had come in time, and he was already dead. The tears were drained, she couldn't cry anymore . . . What did crying achieve? It was her being to wrapped up in her own selfish emotions that killed him in the first place. Killed him and left her mother in a coma. Jean had come, shock panels in toe, but she knew that there was no hope. They had ushered him out, keeping Aimée away, leaving her on the bloodstained sheets of her mother's bed. She did not know how long she sat there, but she knew no one had come to find her, or at least clean her up . . . Not that she would have let him or her. Rogue slept peacefully, un- aware of the chaos that had erupted around her. She clutched the crimson sheets tightly between her fingers, wringing out every last drop. Aimée wasn't going to cry, she wasn't going to give Sinister the satisfaction of her tears. Expressionless she looked at her mother, red hot rage clawing at her already raw insides. Sinister would pay . . . he would not get away with this. Aimée pushed herself up from the bed and walked briskly into the hall, grabbing the keys to an X-bike she headed for the door.
"Where are you off too in such a hurry?" A voice called from the shadows.
"Professor just let me go"
"Not if I know that you are endangering your life, and the life of two others very dear to my heart." He stated, rolling in front of her exit.
"Come off it!" she hissed, spinning on her heel to face his calm face, "I don't think it was you who just witnessed their lover's final moments! I don't think it was you who was just drenched in their blood! Lying on the bed where your mother sleeps in a fucking coma! I think I am entitled to do whatever the hell I want."
"This is not the time to be chasing a villain you have never gone up against. Let alone actually met. You are frazzled, weak, delirious, you need to calm yourself and the Xmen"
"Fuck the Xmen. You move, or I move you."
Charles stared down his young pupil, but was interrupted by Scott's frantic scream.
"Professor! Jacob's gone!"
Using this blind opportunity to her advantage, Aimée quickly kicked out one of the professor's wheels.
"Sorry Charlie" She muttered as he collapsed in a heap, and Scott ran hastily to revive him.
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Wolverine carried Jacob with one arm and his duffel with the other, as they headed out to the car. The cloak of night shielding them from the mansion's eyes.
"Is he asleep?"
"Yes, Jean I feel odd doing this . . . this isn't like you."
"Well are you coming or not?" Logan stared back at her unsure, his conscience finally deciding to voice its opinion. Madelyne, I mean 'Jean' frowned slightly, but kissed him firmly on the mouth, "Does that help?"
"S-Sure" He said unsteadily, staring at her confused. His mind racing with questions, but knowing better than to ask aloud.
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"I am getting impatient" Sinister snarled as he paced back and forth before the bruised and battered body of Remy LeBeau, "And believe it or not," He hissed with a chuckle "When I am not pleased, I tend not to be such a nice guy. And right now, my dear boy, I am not getting what I want, and I am beginning to feel the familiar red hot sear of rage coarse through me."
"Ah w-won't do it! Ye'h can' make me'h!! Ah'll die firs'!"
"Oh and you shall, but remember what I have over your head here?" Rogue's sleeping face appeared on a screen behind them. "Are you willing to risk your true love's life for this daughter, you barely know?"
"Dat's what Rogue would 'ave done. I would sacrifice anyt'ing for dat girl!"
Sinister was agitated; Gambit was stronger than he had expected.
"What if I could guarantee, the child would not die? Think about it, You live, Rogue lives, and Aimée lives."
"What's in it for you?"
"Her mutant abilities."
"That's suicide! Combined with mine? Do ye'h t'ink I'm stupid?"
"Fine, new ultimatum, call her or I kill Rouge now . . . Nice . . . and Slow . . . If you know what I mean m'sieu"
Of course Remy knew what he meant, and there was no way he was letting Rogue get raped under his command. Shaking his head in defeat, Remy allowed Sinister to removed the mental helmet. There had to be another way.
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"Aimée"
"Who's there!" She yelled, spinning around, "Back away!"
"Aimée its Remy"
"Papa?" She whispered, slumping down on the stone wall, She was startled for a moment but then continued on casually . . . this was the first time she had "kindof" heard his voice in 12 long years.
"Whatever ye'h do, don' come te'h Sinister's!"
"Mama, she's practically dead."
"And dat will become a reality 'less ye'h stay away from he'h"
'LeBeau! What are you doing? That is insolence!'
"Papa what's going on!?"
"Nothing I can't handle! Forget 'bout moi! Save yourselves, DON'T COME TO SIN'!-"
'Ahh, the young Ms. Lebeau'
"Who is this? What have you done with mon pere?"
'Nothing worse than what he has already been subjected to . . ."
"Sinister! How did you get into the mental message?!"
'I am far more powerful than you imagine'
"Leave him alone!"
'I am afraid not! He has attempted to trick me, this treachery must be punished. And in our agreement, his price was you mother's life.'
"NO!"
'Don't fret, ma chere, I am willing to cut a bargain with you.'
"What kind of bargain?"
'You, for your mother's life . . . and quite possibly your father's also.'
~*~
'Aimée? Are you still there?'
"I'll do it"
-so close!
~Foo
La Fille
Part 11.
Life Trades
Didier was cold by then, no one had come in time, and he was already dead. The tears were drained, she couldn't cry anymore . . . What did crying achieve? It was her being to wrapped up in her own selfish emotions that killed him in the first place. Killed him and left her mother in a coma. Jean had come, shock panels in toe, but she knew that there was no hope. They had ushered him out, keeping Aimée away, leaving her on the bloodstained sheets of her mother's bed. She did not know how long she sat there, but she knew no one had come to find her, or at least clean her up . . . Not that she would have let him or her. Rogue slept peacefully, un- aware of the chaos that had erupted around her. She clutched the crimson sheets tightly between her fingers, wringing out every last drop. Aimée wasn't going to cry, she wasn't going to give Sinister the satisfaction of her tears. Expressionless she looked at her mother, red hot rage clawing at her already raw insides. Sinister would pay . . . he would not get away with this. Aimée pushed herself up from the bed and walked briskly into the hall, grabbing the keys to an X-bike she headed for the door.
"Where are you off too in such a hurry?" A voice called from the shadows.
"Professor just let me go"
"Not if I know that you are endangering your life, and the life of two others very dear to my heart." He stated, rolling in front of her exit.
"Come off it!" she hissed, spinning on her heel to face his calm face, "I don't think it was you who just witnessed their lover's final moments! I don't think it was you who was just drenched in their blood! Lying on the bed where your mother sleeps in a fucking coma! I think I am entitled to do whatever the hell I want."
"This is not the time to be chasing a villain you have never gone up against. Let alone actually met. You are frazzled, weak, delirious, you need to calm yourself and the Xmen"
"Fuck the Xmen. You move, or I move you."
Charles stared down his young pupil, but was interrupted by Scott's frantic scream.
"Professor! Jacob's gone!"
Using this blind opportunity to her advantage, Aimée quickly kicked out one of the professor's wheels.
"Sorry Charlie" She muttered as he collapsed in a heap, and Scott ran hastily to revive him.
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Wolverine carried Jacob with one arm and his duffel with the other, as they headed out to the car. The cloak of night shielding them from the mansion's eyes.
"Is he asleep?"
"Yes, Jean I feel odd doing this . . . this isn't like you."
"Well are you coming or not?" Logan stared back at her unsure, his conscience finally deciding to voice its opinion. Madelyne, I mean 'Jean' frowned slightly, but kissed him firmly on the mouth, "Does that help?"
"S-Sure" He said unsteadily, staring at her confused. His mind racing with questions, but knowing better than to ask aloud.
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"I am getting impatient" Sinister snarled as he paced back and forth before the bruised and battered body of Remy LeBeau, "And believe it or not," He hissed with a chuckle "When I am not pleased, I tend not to be such a nice guy. And right now, my dear boy, I am not getting what I want, and I am beginning to feel the familiar red hot sear of rage coarse through me."
"Ah w-won't do it! Ye'h can' make me'h!! Ah'll die firs'!"
"Oh and you shall, but remember what I have over your head here?" Rogue's sleeping face appeared on a screen behind them. "Are you willing to risk your true love's life for this daughter, you barely know?"
"Dat's what Rogue would 'ave done. I would sacrifice anyt'ing for dat girl!"
Sinister was agitated; Gambit was stronger than he had expected.
"What if I could guarantee, the child would not die? Think about it, You live, Rogue lives, and Aimée lives."
"What's in it for you?"
"Her mutant abilities."
"That's suicide! Combined with mine? Do ye'h t'ink I'm stupid?"
"Fine, new ultimatum, call her or I kill Rouge now . . . Nice . . . and Slow . . . If you know what I mean m'sieu"
Of course Remy knew what he meant, and there was no way he was letting Rogue get raped under his command. Shaking his head in defeat, Remy allowed Sinister to removed the mental helmet. There had to be another way.
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"Aimée"
"Who's there!" She yelled, spinning around, "Back away!"
"Aimée its Remy"
"Papa?" She whispered, slumping down on the stone wall, She was startled for a moment but then continued on casually . . . this was the first time she had "kindof" heard his voice in 12 long years.
"Whatever ye'h do, don' come te'h Sinister's!"
"Mama, she's practically dead."
"And dat will become a reality 'less ye'h stay away from he'h"
'LeBeau! What are you doing? That is insolence!'
"Papa what's going on!?"
"Nothing I can't handle! Forget 'bout moi! Save yourselves, DON'T COME TO SIN'!-"
'Ahh, the young Ms. Lebeau'
"Who is this? What have you done with mon pere?"
'Nothing worse than what he has already been subjected to . . ."
"Sinister! How did you get into the mental message?!"
'I am far more powerful than you imagine'
"Leave him alone!"
'I am afraid not! He has attempted to trick me, this treachery must be punished. And in our agreement, his price was you mother's life.'
"NO!"
'Don't fret, ma chere, I am willing to cut a bargain with you.'
"What kind of bargain?"
'You, for your mother's life . . . and quite possibly your father's also.'
~*~
'Aimée? Are you still there?'
"I'll do it"
-so close!
~Foo