!! Special thanks to Aj's Girl, for sending me that important piece of
information in her review! Lol, apparently La Fille also means "the
prostitute"!? Fleur? Is that true? Well hopefully it is more commonly used
as "the daughter" because no time soon will Aimée become a prostitute!
Enjoy the chapter, and keep those reviews coming!
La Fille
Part 12.
Sinister's Grand Plan
"I am making too many deals with these underlings, I can barely keep track of my own agenda." Sinister furiously kneaded a stress ball. "I feel so weak . . ."
"Don' get discouraged M'lord, t'ings will work out in de end."
"Bah! What do you know, woman?" He hissed, sending her away with the wave of his hand. Sinister never was a patient man, and she was making him wait much longer than needed. He had a real problem in letting Gambit live, but she needed to see him in order for her full power to be released. Groaning aloud Sinister stretched in his chair. It was not exactly common for a criminal mastermind to be sitting there with nothing to do . . . but there he was, bored.
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Aimée got no enjoyment out of her brisk ride to Sinister's lair. Her mind was not on riding, Sinister had told her where to go, her mind was trying to focus on forming a plan. A course of action, and preferably one that would not get her father or her killed. She felt guilty about hurting the professor, and even more so about leaving without saying goodbye. But there was no reason for her to stay, her mother would not wake up until she found Sinister, Aimée just hoped she wasn't to late to save Gambit's life as well. A rundown warehouse loomed in front of her. Its dark red form barely visible against the dark forest background. The bike slowly came to a halt. Aimée tossed her jacket on the bike and stuck a lit cigarette in her mouth.
"Come on LeBeau, pull yourself together." She said, shaking out her windblown mane and slowly making her way towards the looming building.
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"Professor are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine Hank, please look for Ororro, or try to pull Scott together. We need to assemble a team. I will log onto Cerebro, I must try and find that little boy, and even more importantly . . . find Mr. Sinister.
"Yes sir."
Hank quickly padded down the hall, heading straight for Scott's bedroom. Passing Jean he gave her a reassuring glance. However she was busy trying to locate Wolverine.
'Logan'
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Logan's head snapped up as he heard Jean's voice in his head.
"What's the matter?" Madelyne asked from the backseat.
"Nothin' Red, Nothin' at all." Clearing his mind Logan focused on Jean's voice, he knew there was something fishy going on.
'Jeannie?'
'Logan, where are you, we need you, I need you, Jacob is missing.'
'Don't worry, he's fine.'
'What? How do you know?'
'I'm with him right now, listen, I'm not really sure what's goin' on here, but the kid's safe with me.'
'I trust you Logan.'
'I can't talk anymore, she's watchin'.' 'Who?'
'I love you Jean.'
'Logan?'
'Logan . . .'
'Logan!'
Jean frowned, pushing back the brim of tears and composing herself. She did not shy away from duty. Hurrying purposefully down the hall she reached Scott's room, her old room. Scott, red and pained looked up.
"Scott, he's fine." "Wha-?"
"It's not important, what is important is Sinister. We need to assemble a team."
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Wolverine drove on, keeping a straight face, his poker face. Madelyne lie back in the seat, stretching and playing with her hair.
"Not much longer." She singsonged, picking at her nails. Logan groaned, how was he going to get out of this without harming Jacob. His heart practically burst when he looked at the gas nozzle, E . . . for nearly empty.
"I need to take a pitstop" "What for?"
"Gas."
"Fine, but make it quick, I don't want Scott following us."
"Sure thing darlin'"
They pulled up at the empty Texaco.
"Looks like self service, Red, I'll pump you pay." Wolverine muttered, letting himself out. Madelyne followed and head towards the Gas-Mart. She returned 5 minutes later an old fashioned bottle of coke in hand.
"Here, I'll drive." She smiled, rubbing herself up against his muscular body. "Logan? What did you do with the keys?"
"Uh, Mutsa'h thrown 'em in the backseat." Frowning she placed the bottle on the hood on the car and bent down to find them.
"Logan, they aren't back here."
* SNIKT * His blades shot out of his knuckles fast, raising his arm Logan glared at the woman, he was prepared to slice. But he couldn't, she was right on top of Jake, and he could not kill in a 7 yr olds presence. Settling for a concussion her broke the bottle on the hood of the car.
"Wha?" She shouted, but the bottle smashed to her skull before the woman could continue. Fuming, Logan rolled her body out of the car and got behind the wheel. Madelyne woke to the screeching of tires and a broken gas nozzle. Sinister would not be pleased.
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She kicked down the front door effortlessly. Its raw and cracked oak frame crumbled upon impact. Aimée glared at her dark surroundings. It was dark but not necessarily empty. Cobwebs littered the dusty corners, and the boarded up windows offered little light. Old Crates sat in no particular order and one half of the room was littered with boxes. The room smelled of stale bread, and the only audible sound was that of the scurry of tiny rat feet. It seemed Mr. Sinister was a stickler for the old clichés. Aimée made her way across the room. Her pointed heels clapped loudly on the ancient wooden floorboards as she tossed the cigarette butt aside. BROARH, Aimée wheeled around to a blaze of flaming boxes.
"Shit!" She yelled aching for any type of power to be inside of her, but the flames only grew taller. The crackling of burning boxes had alerted Sinister's oblivious guards, and Aimée found herself pinpointed with several bright red dots.
"FREEZE BITCH" A tall Hispanic man hissed, his gun being the largest she assumed him the leader. "Put your hands on your head." She did not move. "DO IT!" Aimée smiled at the man, slowly raising her arms above her head. He licked his lips and lowered his gun for a moment, but a moment was all she needed. One long muscular leg swung out and knocked the man on the ground. Aimée reached for the gun, ducking behind a crate and taking out two guards. The Hispanic man yelled, enraged "FIRE!" A hail of bullets rained down on her tiny form, there were too many for her, especially with only a half empty gun. She needed to run for it. Raising the weapon, she gripped so tightly in her slim white hand, Aimée fired, hitting the leader square in the shoulder. He screamed in pain and she ran off, using the distraction to her advantage. The guards were not far behind, but there was a light in the office at the end of the hall. She ran for it, and threw herself through the door.
"Phew" She sighed heavily, taking a step back and smiling at her narrow escape. "Aiyee!" screaming, Aimée fell backwards into a deep hole. She landed with a thud. Her surroundings were dimly lit, and did not smell as poorly. Aimée could make out a light at the end of a long hall. "Where am I?" She asked aloud, rubbing her back as she came to a shaky stand.
"We have been expecting you."
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"I found her!" Charles Xavier exclaimed, removing his helmet and hastily moving out of Cerebro.
"What's the matter prof?" Jubilation Lee asked, smacking on her gum.
"Jubilee, why aren't you in the danger room with Scott?"
"He sent me down to find out what the deal is, where are we supposed to be goin' anyway?"
"I would appreciate it if you did not take this situation so lightly. 5 Our Xmen are in serious danger, and we are still unsure about where Storm is."
"Gee whiz, sorry"
"It doesn't matter, follow me, I have figured out where Sinister is holding him prisoner."
"Professor?"
"Yes, what is it?"
Jubilee stopped for a moment, and stared at the ground.
"Professor who's the 'him' you keep on talkin' about?"
"Logan's fine, as is Jacob."
"Well that's two, then Rogue and Aim's, but I still don't know who this third guy is."
"Gambit"
"Professor! All this for him!?"
"I understand your place in this matter, Jubilation, but whether some of us like it or not, he is an X-man and always will be a part of the X-team. Right now he's in danger, and I will do anything in my power to help." 'Professor'
'what now Jean?'
'Rogue's gone!'
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Aimée whirled around to face another guard, this time however, they were much more intelligent about her capture. She winced as the electric cuffs popped around her wrists. The guard walked them slowly down the hall, and the light came into view. It was another room, big and dimly lit, like all the rest. Aimée didn't exactly like what she saw. Sinister, sat in a large stone chair, looking exactly as she remembered him from her training manuals. His dark red eyes bored into her as he smiled wide and devilish. Aimée spat at the ground and continued to take in her surroundings. Large blank monitors were placed behind Sinister's seat, and a large metallic desk sat in front of it. Lab equipment littered one half of the room, odd trinkets and tiny broken robots. Ten feet to the left of Sinister's desk were two 3ft tall poles. They were metallic, she assumed, but they did not shimmer or shine. The tops of these poles were covered with two large flat discs, and behind it all was a large tank (Fish! Not Army! Lol). Finally in the center of the room a large, for lack of a better word, ray-gun, was set up, it was pointing at not particular place and seemed to not yet be turned on. Neither the gun nor the tank, however, distressed Aimée as much as what she saw next. Her father lie, battered in a shallow pool of pink liquid, large metallic gloves were fitted around his arms, and chains locked on to his legs and forearms. His bruised body was haphazardly injected with needles and a large cord connected to his spine. He seemed to be hooked up to one large machine, with too many nuts and bolts to count. Aimée could not deduce what was happening, but she knew that he must have been in great pain. His eyes were bleak and his body raw and tired, Gambit could barely lift his head to meet her watery eyes.
"PAPA!!" She screamed, trying to get towards him as fast as possible, but the electric handcuffs prevented that. "AIYEEE!!" they were stronger than she thought.
"So this is she . . . La Fille . . . the miraculous 'Fauve' . . . the impossible daughter of two of the most powerful mutants, and she's completely in my control." Sinister laughed loudly, his greed overtaking the large and scientifically engineered body.
"What are you doing to him!?"
"Nothing that bad, shocks, injections, the usual." Sinister chuckled at his own joke, as he stood to greet his young prisoner.
"I came, now what do you want with us?"
"Your powers, silly girl, no doubt you have attempted to use them upon entering, but found your supply, ehm, bone-dry. That should make it easier for me to access them." Signaling another set of guards, Sinister stepped back as they forced Aimée into the lockdown position next to Gambit. "I can not touch Scott Summer's, I can not be near him, in an instant he would kill me without thinking twice. It was impossible, and my men were to dim. The one experiment I needed and wanted more than anything, would fail, and for once I could not do anything about it. So I began to think, my great mind began to pulsate with different ideas and possibilities. Ability. Summer's is more powerful than I. But if I had mutant ability, other than my immortality, then I would be unstoppable. I created a machine; it draws power from other mutants. I wanted, no needed Jean Grey's power. And I knew who could bring her to me. Monsieur LeBeau. I sent out my men to seek him, to find out where he was, and we were successful in his capture. However, when we searched, we found something more spectacular. The Rogue, had had a baby. It was impossible, no manmade object could possibly control her superhuman abilities, but she had a baby nonetheless. My men moved in for the capture, I forgot completely about Jean Grey and her kidnapping, and focused in on the Rogue. My men were unsuccessful in its capture, a psyonic force combined with the Rogue's pure maternal hatred for anything that came to harm her child. We retreated, and I sat down to think again. Psyonic force. Rogue had no psychic ability, so it must have been the child. I am no fool, I know that children as young as 14 are barely equipped with their mutant ability. Only the most powerful, can come across them.(smiles) the child, it seemed was a prodigy, an extremely powerful mutant with a psychic shield. I began to think, who was the father? The Rogue would not simply deflower herself for anything short of 'true love'. I overheard my men talking; they had forgotten to give me one detail of their account. The child it seemed bore frightening "demon eyes", red on black, 100% mutated. I knew then, and I smiled. Jean Grey and Cyclops could live peaceful live out their peaceful lives, I did not care, I was focusing entirely on this child. But unluckily for me, Gambit had escaped already, therefore he was no longer in my control and once again I was no match for the X-Men."
"You bastard!"
"Call me all the names you want, but the fact is, this was never about you, and do, take this as a compliment, you, Miss LeBeau, are one of the most powerful mutants I have come across, at least those that are attainable. Now mixing your father's ability with yours is just like having both he and the Rogue's ability, only controlled. I will be a suitable, if the odds aren't slightly tipped in my favor, match for Mr. Summers. Once I have your powers, the Xmen will arrive, along with them, Cyclops, as you call him. You see upon rescuing you, he will attempt to 'be the hero' and attack me, unaware of my new abilities. We will capture the Xmen, and I will be able to drain Scott's abilities for all their worth. Why do I need Scott's heir, when I can have his powers all to myself? Never again fearing my downfall, I will be free. Free reign to take on whatever it is I wish to take on."
"And you think that Xavier is just going to take this lying down?"
"lying down? Yes, he will be dead."
"NO!" Aimée screamed as the guards shot electricity up her spine.
"Silly girl, guards, watch her, I need to deal with one of your own's insolence." Aimée looked up to see the, still profusely bleeding, Hispanic guard follow Sinister; his expression was heartbreaking. There was no doubt he knew that he was about to be killed.
"Aimée" Remy whispered, it was the first time she had seen him in 12 years. "Je t'aime, an' ah know dis isn't de place, but I'm sorry, bout leavin, I'm sorry about Sinister, but ye'h see he was in m'ah -cough cough- ah juss' listen, ah know you hate me, but we need to get out of he'h, non? I have an idea."
"There's no point, you heard him, he's gonna kill us, he's gonna kill everybody, and its all my fault."
"Non! Dis be Gambit's problem, and he is not takin' anyone down wit him. Ye'h are gonna get out o' he'h, I need ye'h help."
Aimée bit her lip, looking down and contemplating her options.
"What do I have to do?"
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"Insolence, is a serious offense." Sinister sneered at the guard, "Do you know what insolence means?"
"Insolence, noun, the trait of being rude and impertinent; inclined to take liberties. An offensive or disrespectful act."
"You have been trained well, you were a good soldier, too bad you didn't learn how to follow orders." The guard was shaking by now, most likely going cold from blood loss. "You are lucky, that Miss Pryor is not on duty, she would be much less forgiving as to the spot to place another bullet."
CRACK
The bullet hit him square in the forehead.
"Good job Hugues, maybe I will give you the honors of killing our current prisoners, I'm sure Aimée would enjoy that. Hahaha, but don't worry, you will see her later on."
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Aimée began to sob uncontrollably; she had been doing so for the past 10 minutes. The guards were beginning to get restless.
"Dammit! What is it?" A large bald man finally yelled, "Why won't you stop crying?"
"I haven't seen my dad in 12 years! and now I'm gonna die, I just want to hug him one last time."
The man seemed to contemplate this for a moment.
"Fine, one hug, then you'll shut up, deal?"
"Thank you!" She sniffed as he unpopped her plugs, and most importantly her arm holds. Latching her arms around his neck, she whispered softly.
"I just hope this works."
"It will." Whipping her head around Aimée focused on the large metallic gun, what she hoped to be the ability drainer. The machine began to glow; a fiery reddish purple haze came over it. Sinister entered the room and screamed. "NO!" but it was too late, and BOOM; the machine blew. Charred shards of metal now decorated Sinister's desk as his greatest creation lie in fiery rubble.
"Fools!" He hissed, as the two guards hastily locked up a smiling Aimée. "So much work down the drain, so much of my power." Sinister slammed his fist against the wall, creating a small hole in it. But when he turned around to face Aimée, he was smiling.
"That, may have been an annoying setback, my dear, I underestimated you. But lucky for me, I always have a plan B." The smirk fell from her face, as her eyes snapped to the doorway at the far wall.
"NO!!" Aimée and Remy yelled in unison, as two guards led a delirious Rogue through the door.
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La Fille
Part 12.
Sinister's Grand Plan
"I am making too many deals with these underlings, I can barely keep track of my own agenda." Sinister furiously kneaded a stress ball. "I feel so weak . . ."
"Don' get discouraged M'lord, t'ings will work out in de end."
"Bah! What do you know, woman?" He hissed, sending her away with the wave of his hand. Sinister never was a patient man, and she was making him wait much longer than needed. He had a real problem in letting Gambit live, but she needed to see him in order for her full power to be released. Groaning aloud Sinister stretched in his chair. It was not exactly common for a criminal mastermind to be sitting there with nothing to do . . . but there he was, bored.
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Aimée got no enjoyment out of her brisk ride to Sinister's lair. Her mind was not on riding, Sinister had told her where to go, her mind was trying to focus on forming a plan. A course of action, and preferably one that would not get her father or her killed. She felt guilty about hurting the professor, and even more so about leaving without saying goodbye. But there was no reason for her to stay, her mother would not wake up until she found Sinister, Aimée just hoped she wasn't to late to save Gambit's life as well. A rundown warehouse loomed in front of her. Its dark red form barely visible against the dark forest background. The bike slowly came to a halt. Aimée tossed her jacket on the bike and stuck a lit cigarette in her mouth.
"Come on LeBeau, pull yourself together." She said, shaking out her windblown mane and slowly making her way towards the looming building.
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"Professor are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine Hank, please look for Ororro, or try to pull Scott together. We need to assemble a team. I will log onto Cerebro, I must try and find that little boy, and even more importantly . . . find Mr. Sinister.
"Yes sir."
Hank quickly padded down the hall, heading straight for Scott's bedroom. Passing Jean he gave her a reassuring glance. However she was busy trying to locate Wolverine.
'Logan'
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Logan's head snapped up as he heard Jean's voice in his head.
"What's the matter?" Madelyne asked from the backseat.
"Nothin' Red, Nothin' at all." Clearing his mind Logan focused on Jean's voice, he knew there was something fishy going on.
'Jeannie?'
'Logan, where are you, we need you, I need you, Jacob is missing.'
'Don't worry, he's fine.'
'What? How do you know?'
'I'm with him right now, listen, I'm not really sure what's goin' on here, but the kid's safe with me.'
'I trust you Logan.'
'I can't talk anymore, she's watchin'.' 'Who?'
'I love you Jean.'
'Logan?'
'Logan . . .'
'Logan!'
Jean frowned, pushing back the brim of tears and composing herself. She did not shy away from duty. Hurrying purposefully down the hall she reached Scott's room, her old room. Scott, red and pained looked up.
"Scott, he's fine." "Wha-?"
"It's not important, what is important is Sinister. We need to assemble a team."
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Wolverine drove on, keeping a straight face, his poker face. Madelyne lie back in the seat, stretching and playing with her hair.
"Not much longer." She singsonged, picking at her nails. Logan groaned, how was he going to get out of this without harming Jacob. His heart practically burst when he looked at the gas nozzle, E . . . for nearly empty.
"I need to take a pitstop" "What for?"
"Gas."
"Fine, but make it quick, I don't want Scott following us."
"Sure thing darlin'"
They pulled up at the empty Texaco.
"Looks like self service, Red, I'll pump you pay." Wolverine muttered, letting himself out. Madelyne followed and head towards the Gas-Mart. She returned 5 minutes later an old fashioned bottle of coke in hand.
"Here, I'll drive." She smiled, rubbing herself up against his muscular body. "Logan? What did you do with the keys?"
"Uh, Mutsa'h thrown 'em in the backseat." Frowning she placed the bottle on the hood on the car and bent down to find them.
"Logan, they aren't back here."
* SNIKT * His blades shot out of his knuckles fast, raising his arm Logan glared at the woman, he was prepared to slice. But he couldn't, she was right on top of Jake, and he could not kill in a 7 yr olds presence. Settling for a concussion her broke the bottle on the hood of the car.
"Wha?" She shouted, but the bottle smashed to her skull before the woman could continue. Fuming, Logan rolled her body out of the car and got behind the wheel. Madelyne woke to the screeching of tires and a broken gas nozzle. Sinister would not be pleased.
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She kicked down the front door effortlessly. Its raw and cracked oak frame crumbled upon impact. Aimée glared at her dark surroundings. It was dark but not necessarily empty. Cobwebs littered the dusty corners, and the boarded up windows offered little light. Old Crates sat in no particular order and one half of the room was littered with boxes. The room smelled of stale bread, and the only audible sound was that of the scurry of tiny rat feet. It seemed Mr. Sinister was a stickler for the old clichés. Aimée made her way across the room. Her pointed heels clapped loudly on the ancient wooden floorboards as she tossed the cigarette butt aside. BROARH, Aimée wheeled around to a blaze of flaming boxes.
"Shit!" She yelled aching for any type of power to be inside of her, but the flames only grew taller. The crackling of burning boxes had alerted Sinister's oblivious guards, and Aimée found herself pinpointed with several bright red dots.
"FREEZE BITCH" A tall Hispanic man hissed, his gun being the largest she assumed him the leader. "Put your hands on your head." She did not move. "DO IT!" Aimée smiled at the man, slowly raising her arms above her head. He licked his lips and lowered his gun for a moment, but a moment was all she needed. One long muscular leg swung out and knocked the man on the ground. Aimée reached for the gun, ducking behind a crate and taking out two guards. The Hispanic man yelled, enraged "FIRE!" A hail of bullets rained down on her tiny form, there were too many for her, especially with only a half empty gun. She needed to run for it. Raising the weapon, she gripped so tightly in her slim white hand, Aimée fired, hitting the leader square in the shoulder. He screamed in pain and she ran off, using the distraction to her advantage. The guards were not far behind, but there was a light in the office at the end of the hall. She ran for it, and threw herself through the door.
"Phew" She sighed heavily, taking a step back and smiling at her narrow escape. "Aiyee!" screaming, Aimée fell backwards into a deep hole. She landed with a thud. Her surroundings were dimly lit, and did not smell as poorly. Aimée could make out a light at the end of a long hall. "Where am I?" She asked aloud, rubbing her back as she came to a shaky stand.
"We have been expecting you."
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"I found her!" Charles Xavier exclaimed, removing his helmet and hastily moving out of Cerebro.
"What's the matter prof?" Jubilation Lee asked, smacking on her gum.
"Jubilee, why aren't you in the danger room with Scott?"
"He sent me down to find out what the deal is, where are we supposed to be goin' anyway?"
"I would appreciate it if you did not take this situation so lightly. 5 Our Xmen are in serious danger, and we are still unsure about where Storm is."
"Gee whiz, sorry"
"It doesn't matter, follow me, I have figured out where Sinister is holding him prisoner."
"Professor?"
"Yes, what is it?"
Jubilee stopped for a moment, and stared at the ground.
"Professor who's the 'him' you keep on talkin' about?"
"Logan's fine, as is Jacob."
"Well that's two, then Rogue and Aim's, but I still don't know who this third guy is."
"Gambit"
"Professor! All this for him!?"
"I understand your place in this matter, Jubilation, but whether some of us like it or not, he is an X-man and always will be a part of the X-team. Right now he's in danger, and I will do anything in my power to help." 'Professor'
'what now Jean?'
'Rogue's gone!'
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Aimée whirled around to face another guard, this time however, they were much more intelligent about her capture. She winced as the electric cuffs popped around her wrists. The guard walked them slowly down the hall, and the light came into view. It was another room, big and dimly lit, like all the rest. Aimée didn't exactly like what she saw. Sinister, sat in a large stone chair, looking exactly as she remembered him from her training manuals. His dark red eyes bored into her as he smiled wide and devilish. Aimée spat at the ground and continued to take in her surroundings. Large blank monitors were placed behind Sinister's seat, and a large metallic desk sat in front of it. Lab equipment littered one half of the room, odd trinkets and tiny broken robots. Ten feet to the left of Sinister's desk were two 3ft tall poles. They were metallic, she assumed, but they did not shimmer or shine. The tops of these poles were covered with two large flat discs, and behind it all was a large tank (Fish! Not Army! Lol). Finally in the center of the room a large, for lack of a better word, ray-gun, was set up, it was pointing at not particular place and seemed to not yet be turned on. Neither the gun nor the tank, however, distressed Aimée as much as what she saw next. Her father lie, battered in a shallow pool of pink liquid, large metallic gloves were fitted around his arms, and chains locked on to his legs and forearms. His bruised body was haphazardly injected with needles and a large cord connected to his spine. He seemed to be hooked up to one large machine, with too many nuts and bolts to count. Aimée could not deduce what was happening, but she knew that he must have been in great pain. His eyes were bleak and his body raw and tired, Gambit could barely lift his head to meet her watery eyes.
"PAPA!!" She screamed, trying to get towards him as fast as possible, but the electric handcuffs prevented that. "AIYEEE!!" they were stronger than she thought.
"So this is she . . . La Fille . . . the miraculous 'Fauve' . . . the impossible daughter of two of the most powerful mutants, and she's completely in my control." Sinister laughed loudly, his greed overtaking the large and scientifically engineered body.
"What are you doing to him!?"
"Nothing that bad, shocks, injections, the usual." Sinister chuckled at his own joke, as he stood to greet his young prisoner.
"I came, now what do you want with us?"
"Your powers, silly girl, no doubt you have attempted to use them upon entering, but found your supply, ehm, bone-dry. That should make it easier for me to access them." Signaling another set of guards, Sinister stepped back as they forced Aimée into the lockdown position next to Gambit. "I can not touch Scott Summer's, I can not be near him, in an instant he would kill me without thinking twice. It was impossible, and my men were to dim. The one experiment I needed and wanted more than anything, would fail, and for once I could not do anything about it. So I began to think, my great mind began to pulsate with different ideas and possibilities. Ability. Summer's is more powerful than I. But if I had mutant ability, other than my immortality, then I would be unstoppable. I created a machine; it draws power from other mutants. I wanted, no needed Jean Grey's power. And I knew who could bring her to me. Monsieur LeBeau. I sent out my men to seek him, to find out where he was, and we were successful in his capture. However, when we searched, we found something more spectacular. The Rogue, had had a baby. It was impossible, no manmade object could possibly control her superhuman abilities, but she had a baby nonetheless. My men moved in for the capture, I forgot completely about Jean Grey and her kidnapping, and focused in on the Rogue. My men were unsuccessful in its capture, a psyonic force combined with the Rogue's pure maternal hatred for anything that came to harm her child. We retreated, and I sat down to think again. Psyonic force. Rogue had no psychic ability, so it must have been the child. I am no fool, I know that children as young as 14 are barely equipped with their mutant ability. Only the most powerful, can come across them.(smiles) the child, it seemed was a prodigy, an extremely powerful mutant with a psychic shield. I began to think, who was the father? The Rogue would not simply deflower herself for anything short of 'true love'. I overheard my men talking; they had forgotten to give me one detail of their account. The child it seemed bore frightening "demon eyes", red on black, 100% mutated. I knew then, and I smiled. Jean Grey and Cyclops could live peaceful live out their peaceful lives, I did not care, I was focusing entirely on this child. But unluckily for me, Gambit had escaped already, therefore he was no longer in my control and once again I was no match for the X-Men."
"You bastard!"
"Call me all the names you want, but the fact is, this was never about you, and do, take this as a compliment, you, Miss LeBeau, are one of the most powerful mutants I have come across, at least those that are attainable. Now mixing your father's ability with yours is just like having both he and the Rogue's ability, only controlled. I will be a suitable, if the odds aren't slightly tipped in my favor, match for Mr. Summers. Once I have your powers, the Xmen will arrive, along with them, Cyclops, as you call him. You see upon rescuing you, he will attempt to 'be the hero' and attack me, unaware of my new abilities. We will capture the Xmen, and I will be able to drain Scott's abilities for all their worth. Why do I need Scott's heir, when I can have his powers all to myself? Never again fearing my downfall, I will be free. Free reign to take on whatever it is I wish to take on."
"And you think that Xavier is just going to take this lying down?"
"lying down? Yes, he will be dead."
"NO!" Aimée screamed as the guards shot electricity up her spine.
"Silly girl, guards, watch her, I need to deal with one of your own's insolence." Aimée looked up to see the, still profusely bleeding, Hispanic guard follow Sinister; his expression was heartbreaking. There was no doubt he knew that he was about to be killed.
"Aimée" Remy whispered, it was the first time she had seen him in 12 years. "Je t'aime, an' ah know dis isn't de place, but I'm sorry, bout leavin, I'm sorry about Sinister, but ye'h see he was in m'ah -cough cough- ah juss' listen, ah know you hate me, but we need to get out of he'h, non? I have an idea."
"There's no point, you heard him, he's gonna kill us, he's gonna kill everybody, and its all my fault."
"Non! Dis be Gambit's problem, and he is not takin' anyone down wit him. Ye'h are gonna get out o' he'h, I need ye'h help."
Aimée bit her lip, looking down and contemplating her options.
"What do I have to do?"
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"Insolence, is a serious offense." Sinister sneered at the guard, "Do you know what insolence means?"
"Insolence, noun, the trait of being rude and impertinent; inclined to take liberties. An offensive or disrespectful act."
"You have been trained well, you were a good soldier, too bad you didn't learn how to follow orders." The guard was shaking by now, most likely going cold from blood loss. "You are lucky, that Miss Pryor is not on duty, she would be much less forgiving as to the spot to place another bullet."
CRACK
The bullet hit him square in the forehead.
"Good job Hugues, maybe I will give you the honors of killing our current prisoners, I'm sure Aimée would enjoy that. Hahaha, but don't worry, you will see her later on."
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Aimée began to sob uncontrollably; she had been doing so for the past 10 minutes. The guards were beginning to get restless.
"Dammit! What is it?" A large bald man finally yelled, "Why won't you stop crying?"
"I haven't seen my dad in 12 years! and now I'm gonna die, I just want to hug him one last time."
The man seemed to contemplate this for a moment.
"Fine, one hug, then you'll shut up, deal?"
"Thank you!" She sniffed as he unpopped her plugs, and most importantly her arm holds. Latching her arms around his neck, she whispered softly.
"I just hope this works."
"It will." Whipping her head around Aimée focused on the large metallic gun, what she hoped to be the ability drainer. The machine began to glow; a fiery reddish purple haze came over it. Sinister entered the room and screamed. "NO!" but it was too late, and BOOM; the machine blew. Charred shards of metal now decorated Sinister's desk as his greatest creation lie in fiery rubble.
"Fools!" He hissed, as the two guards hastily locked up a smiling Aimée. "So much work down the drain, so much of my power." Sinister slammed his fist against the wall, creating a small hole in it. But when he turned around to face Aimée, he was smiling.
"That, may have been an annoying setback, my dear, I underestimated you. But lucky for me, I always have a plan B." The smirk fell from her face, as her eyes snapped to the doorway at the far wall.
"NO!!" Aimée and Remy yelled in unison, as two guards led a delirious Rogue through the door.
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~7 pages in Microsoft word baby!
-Foo