~everyone....announcement! I know you are ALL CONFUSED about Sinister's
last line....
"Ahh Hugues, how nice of you to join us"
okay, well if you reread chapter 7, you will find out that Hugues is Belladonna's estranged son, Aimée's apparent half brother....now that that's cleared up....i will confuse you EVEN MORE! Hugues, I found out does not so like Hugh, it doesn't even sound like Hugues, it sounds more like "ug" (very cool French baby name site where they say the names aloud) SO I am changing the name to..Anton (On-ton) I sounds more like Aaron and well it sound better in general..Hugues is a very bad name, and I am sorry I ever named him that, but hey! The original name was Diodore! Lol so Hugues=Anton k? good..
La Fille
Part 14.
"What de hell is it wit d'damn door?! How come bad shit always be happenin' when ye'h open it?"
"Shut up" Madelyne hissed, popping a needle into Gambit's neck. "A-Aaron?" Aimée sputtered out, unwillingly lowering the card.
"I t'ink ye'h mean, Hugues, Aaron is such a yankee name."
"Belle?"
Yes, Belladonna Boudreaux suddenly appeared behind Anton, her long arms snaking their way across his chest. Anton stood motionless, staring at the ground. Aimée was confused, he got her, he won, why wasn't the smug smile of his colleagues plastered to his face? Why wasn't he rubbing it in like his mother? "Aimée, meet y'brother"
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"Scott, how's she running?" "SNIKT"
"I put a new turbo in last Monday, we are good time." "SNIKT"
"Good" Professor Xavier exited his mental conversation with Cyclops and turned his attention to his team. Scott was in the front of the Jet, hands on the steering wheel, guiding them to the rescue. Jean's face was buried in her palms, as she sat, elbows on knees, in a seat. He could tell she was crying, having had her best friend wheeled in on a gurney with a nearly fatal gunshot wound just an hour ago. Standing by the wall was Logan, rhythmically shooting and retracting his adamntium claws. Jubliee sat with her knees pulled up to her chest just below him, she had cried. Nightcrawler and Bishop were praying from their seats, and Psylocke sat motionless with her eyes closed. They were all worried, he could see it in their faces, hear it in their voices, sense it in their minds. Every one of them understood the importance of the mission. Three lives were on the line, lives held dear to the team's heart. Xavier cleared his mind, and tried to sense theses victims.
'Rogue ..Gambit.. Aimée..where are you?' It was no use, he would not find them. For once in his life Xavier felt like giving up, like this mission was a lost cause, and he feared ..that in the end more of his precious children would be hurt. "SNIKT"
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"Ah Belle! Y'ad a little son! Congratulations! When's he due?" Remy slurred, he was doped up by Madelyne, the only way of keeping him under control. Besides, he knew something Aimée didn't know, something that could seriously hurt Sinister's plan.
"P-p-pardon?"
"AH told ye'h once fille, stutterin' ain't very ladylike"
"Oh but I suppose kidnap, murder, and exploiting your son to a psychopath is.." She muttered under her breath. Aaron? Anton? What the hell was going on? Was Aaron her brother? "Bitch!" Belladonna shrieked running towards her, but she was stopped.
"Mother, why don' you juss' explain it t'her?" Anton said, suddenly popping out of his trance, and to Aimée's surprise, he was now sporting a Cajun accent. She doubted Aaron even knew what one sounded like, much less could imitate it.
"Mother? Aaron what's going on?" Aimée yelled, her kinetic weapon had gone out by now, but she didn't notice. Sinister, however, did. Using all of his strength he lunged at her, grabbing her from behind and pinning her down with one massive arm. Anton made his way over to her.
"De name's Anton, wench." He sneered, turning back towards Belladonna, "Momma? Who be dis Aaron, de prisoner speaks of? Why is she callin' me dat name?" "That, Anton, is a question I think I should answer" Sinister steadily made it to his feet, some of his fallen guards had popped back up to help, and Aimée was settled back into her harnesses. "But not now"
"No! I want t'know what's goin' on"
"Silence! You will learn boy, that insolence is NOT rewarded here." "Well I wan' t'know who Aaron be!" Anton yelled, getting right up in Sinister's face. He smiled, the boy was young, and foolish, he trusted his mother . . . and her lies. But he was strong, and for tha reason alone, Sinister let him live.
"Now for my powers" he hissed, sweeping back towards Aimée.
"NO!!! Aaron help me! please!"
"Don' address me like dat, whore!"
"How can you say that? Okay fine so your Anton, whoever the hell that is, but if you are...You don't even seem to care that you are taking a hand in your own father's death! Your sisters death! And Aaron! You lied to all of us! To the professor, O'Rya, you lied to me"
"Stoppit! STOP CALLIN' ME DAT NAME! I ain't Aaron, I'm Anton, Anton Boudreaux, and I don' give a damn about my father, or any of his fil'ty lies."
'Don't you mean her lies?'
The voice had come from inside his head. "Who said dat?"
"What are you talking about boy?" Sinister growled, Belladonna's son was proving to be more of a problem than he expected.
"Who be putin' dat shit in m'head! Stoppit Madelyne, I kno' it was you! And your witchy ways."
"I didn't do anything" She hissed, confused by Sinister's sudden panicked look.
'It wasn't her'
"Stop! Stop puttin' voices in m'head!" Anton screamed, sinking against a wall, tugging at his curls furiously. "No.." "Anton? Anton what's de matter?"
"No..."
"M'lord, what's the matter. What is he talking about?" "NO!!!!!!!!" But Mr. Sinister's screams were not heard, but rather drowned out by the large explosion. In a red flash, the far wall of the compound was knocked down, to reveal Sinister's worst nightmare...Scott Summer's.
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She could not see. Her eyes..too weak.
Blood.
Everywhere was blood.
Where was Aimée? Who was screaming? Blood.
Why was there so much blood? "REMY!!!!"
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The guards popped up like flowers in spring, their eyes hungry for mutant blood. Betsy Braddock was the first to attack. Emitting a loud cry from her samurai training, Psylocke pounced on one man. He was fast, but she was faster, and her psychic knife cut through him painfully. He cried out, landing on the floor in a heap, and Betsy smiled in spite of herself. But that was her weakness, the smug attitude, because why she was enjoying her brief victory, two other guards sprung on her. "I got yer back Bets!" Logan cried, his blades popping out with a trademark SNIKT. He already had one man clinging to his neck, but Jubilee fired them off with a burst of fireworks. Two more guards went down, with identical slashes through their hearts, and Logan was working his way through the swarm. Bishop was not faring so well, and having no active mutant ability to back up his fighting skills, he was wearing down fast.
"No!" Nightcralwer yelled, teleporting the professor, a guard with a large lead pipe had been aiming for his head. Meanwhile, Scott Summer's was hot on Sinister's tail, the powerful Cyclops, paired with Jean Grey was no match for even his most skilled thugs. Jean focused on each guard, sending them flying back, twenty, thirty feet. While Cyclops bounded on. Sinister rounded a corner fast, his feet skid loudly on the floor as he slid into a doorway.
"No!" Scott yelled as the metallic door sealed shut, Sinister had escaped.
"Yo' Cyke! We need you over here!" Jubilee yelled, as she struggled unsuccessfully with Aimée's bindings. "Stand back" The leader commanded, and with a flash of light Aimée was free and dashing madly. Anton still lie screaming by the wall, the professor had him tuned in full blast.
"Professor, let me talk to him." Jean mentally asked, coming closer to Anton's withered body.
"Don' come any closer mutant! Juss' get de hell out o' m'head!"
'Aaron comeon, hear me, hear my voice..'
"I'M! NOT! AARON!!!!!!!!" he yelled, as Jean felt herself tackled from behind.
"Why hello, Chere, care t'dance?" Belladonna growled, her hands lighting up with energy.. "ungh" The impact of the last guards kick hit Bishop hard, he could feel his knees buckle beneath him.
"Bishop!" Remy yelled from across the room, but the knife only further dug into his throat.
"No sudden movements, LeBeau." "How about you just let him go?"
"wha?" The collision hit Madelyne hard, and she could feel her jaw snap, as she hit the ground.
"You should know Mad's.." The ominous voice spoke eloquently above her,
"You cannot kill, a goddess." Ororro sent another sharp kick to Madelyne's gut, until finally, the Black Queen, lie still.
"Comeon Remy, we need you out there."
"Stormy?"
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
It was chaos, pure chaos. Blood everywhere, guards falling to their knees, Xmen hitting the ground. Fireworks, explosions, bright beams of red light, and you could not see anything. She could only hear, the screams. The screams of her mentors, her teachers, her friends. Aimée tried her best to block it out, as she crawled towards her mother's motionless body. "Mama...mama wake up..AIYEE!"
The impact of his sharp wooden heel to her fragile spine caused Aimée to yelp in pain and collapse across her mother's body. The guard just further pressed his heel into her spine. Something snapped inside of her, and it wasn't just her tailbone. Aimée was filled, filled with a rage she never knew; A sheer hatred, which consumed her body.
"HAI!"
Her body twisted with superhuman speed, her muscles tightening as she gripped his foot. The bones crushed as she twisted it unnaturally, Aimée took pleasure in hearing him scream. She was on her feet in 2 seconds; a roundhouse kick had been executed in 3. His nose was bloody now; the crimson liquid covered her boots as she jammed her heel into it again and again. Never had she put so much force into a hit. There was no time to think, only time for action. He swung around haphazardly, his vision blurred by the pain. Aimée easily avoided his clumsy blows by ducking down, and in one quick motion had him on the ground with her. Aimée straddled his chest, punching again and again, the sheer force behind her blows leaving him screaming for mercy. Finally she stopped, he was probably dead. Her body ached, but she craned her neck to see him. His nose was a lump mushed into his face, blood speckled his features, and oozed out of his many open wounds. Two black eyes, missing teeth, shallow breathing. She felt herself gag, she was disgusted, and it was she who had done this to him. A person. A human being. Aimée glanced at her mother, who also lies unconscious and battered in the corner. Monsters had done that to her, had tortured her, cheated her out of any happiness. However, glancing back at her victim, Aimée wondered.. was she no better than them?
"Bitch" It was muttered so quietly, Aimée thought she had imagined it...but she definetly didn't imagine the sharp kick to the back of her skull. It seemed her victim had some energy left, for a final blow. Darkness clouded over her..
"Rogue, Rogue, are you allright?"
"Ah, Ah'm, okay, where's Gambit?"
"He's on the blackbird, listen Rogue, we've got to get out of here, Sinister's wired a bomb. Let's go!"
"Wait no! Aimée? Aimée can you walk baby? Aimée?"
Rogue's bloody hands reached up for Aimée's cheeks, smiling she whispered.
"Baby, we're okay"
That was the last thing Aimée could remember....it just all went black.
~one more
-Foo
"Ahh Hugues, how nice of you to join us"
okay, well if you reread chapter 7, you will find out that Hugues is Belladonna's estranged son, Aimée's apparent half brother....now that that's cleared up....i will confuse you EVEN MORE! Hugues, I found out does not so like Hugh, it doesn't even sound like Hugues, it sounds more like "ug" (very cool French baby name site where they say the names aloud) SO I am changing the name to..Anton (On-ton) I sounds more like Aaron and well it sound better in general..Hugues is a very bad name, and I am sorry I ever named him that, but hey! The original name was Diodore! Lol so Hugues=Anton k? good..
La Fille
Part 14.
"What de hell is it wit d'damn door?! How come bad shit always be happenin' when ye'h open it?"
"Shut up" Madelyne hissed, popping a needle into Gambit's neck. "A-Aaron?" Aimée sputtered out, unwillingly lowering the card.
"I t'ink ye'h mean, Hugues, Aaron is such a yankee name."
"Belle?"
Yes, Belladonna Boudreaux suddenly appeared behind Anton, her long arms snaking their way across his chest. Anton stood motionless, staring at the ground. Aimée was confused, he got her, he won, why wasn't the smug smile of his colleagues plastered to his face? Why wasn't he rubbing it in like his mother? "Aimée, meet y'brother"
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"Scott, how's she running?" "SNIKT"
"I put a new turbo in last Monday, we are good time." "SNIKT"
"Good" Professor Xavier exited his mental conversation with Cyclops and turned his attention to his team. Scott was in the front of the Jet, hands on the steering wheel, guiding them to the rescue. Jean's face was buried in her palms, as she sat, elbows on knees, in a seat. He could tell she was crying, having had her best friend wheeled in on a gurney with a nearly fatal gunshot wound just an hour ago. Standing by the wall was Logan, rhythmically shooting and retracting his adamntium claws. Jubliee sat with her knees pulled up to her chest just below him, she had cried. Nightcrawler and Bishop were praying from their seats, and Psylocke sat motionless with her eyes closed. They were all worried, he could see it in their faces, hear it in their voices, sense it in their minds. Every one of them understood the importance of the mission. Three lives were on the line, lives held dear to the team's heart. Xavier cleared his mind, and tried to sense theses victims.
'Rogue ..Gambit.. Aimée..where are you?' It was no use, he would not find them. For once in his life Xavier felt like giving up, like this mission was a lost cause, and he feared ..that in the end more of his precious children would be hurt. "SNIKT"
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"Ah Belle! Y'ad a little son! Congratulations! When's he due?" Remy slurred, he was doped up by Madelyne, the only way of keeping him under control. Besides, he knew something Aimée didn't know, something that could seriously hurt Sinister's plan.
"P-p-pardon?"
"AH told ye'h once fille, stutterin' ain't very ladylike"
"Oh but I suppose kidnap, murder, and exploiting your son to a psychopath is.." She muttered under her breath. Aaron? Anton? What the hell was going on? Was Aaron her brother? "Bitch!" Belladonna shrieked running towards her, but she was stopped.
"Mother, why don' you juss' explain it t'her?" Anton said, suddenly popping out of his trance, and to Aimée's surprise, he was now sporting a Cajun accent. She doubted Aaron even knew what one sounded like, much less could imitate it.
"Mother? Aaron what's going on?" Aimée yelled, her kinetic weapon had gone out by now, but she didn't notice. Sinister, however, did. Using all of his strength he lunged at her, grabbing her from behind and pinning her down with one massive arm. Anton made his way over to her.
"De name's Anton, wench." He sneered, turning back towards Belladonna, "Momma? Who be dis Aaron, de prisoner speaks of? Why is she callin' me dat name?" "That, Anton, is a question I think I should answer" Sinister steadily made it to his feet, some of his fallen guards had popped back up to help, and Aimée was settled back into her harnesses. "But not now"
"No! I want t'know what's goin' on"
"Silence! You will learn boy, that insolence is NOT rewarded here." "Well I wan' t'know who Aaron be!" Anton yelled, getting right up in Sinister's face. He smiled, the boy was young, and foolish, he trusted his mother . . . and her lies. But he was strong, and for tha reason alone, Sinister let him live.
"Now for my powers" he hissed, sweeping back towards Aimée.
"NO!!! Aaron help me! please!"
"Don' address me like dat, whore!"
"How can you say that? Okay fine so your Anton, whoever the hell that is, but if you are...You don't even seem to care that you are taking a hand in your own father's death! Your sisters death! And Aaron! You lied to all of us! To the professor, O'Rya, you lied to me"
"Stoppit! STOP CALLIN' ME DAT NAME! I ain't Aaron, I'm Anton, Anton Boudreaux, and I don' give a damn about my father, or any of his fil'ty lies."
'Don't you mean her lies?'
The voice had come from inside his head. "Who said dat?"
"What are you talking about boy?" Sinister growled, Belladonna's son was proving to be more of a problem than he expected.
"Who be putin' dat shit in m'head! Stoppit Madelyne, I kno' it was you! And your witchy ways."
"I didn't do anything" She hissed, confused by Sinister's sudden panicked look.
'It wasn't her'
"Stop! Stop puttin' voices in m'head!" Anton screamed, sinking against a wall, tugging at his curls furiously. "No.." "Anton? Anton what's de matter?"
"No..."
"M'lord, what's the matter. What is he talking about?" "NO!!!!!!!!" But Mr. Sinister's screams were not heard, but rather drowned out by the large explosion. In a red flash, the far wall of the compound was knocked down, to reveal Sinister's worst nightmare...Scott Summer's.
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She could not see. Her eyes..too weak.
Blood.
Everywhere was blood.
Where was Aimée? Who was screaming? Blood.
Why was there so much blood? "REMY!!!!"
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The guards popped up like flowers in spring, their eyes hungry for mutant blood. Betsy Braddock was the first to attack. Emitting a loud cry from her samurai training, Psylocke pounced on one man. He was fast, but she was faster, and her psychic knife cut through him painfully. He cried out, landing on the floor in a heap, and Betsy smiled in spite of herself. But that was her weakness, the smug attitude, because why she was enjoying her brief victory, two other guards sprung on her. "I got yer back Bets!" Logan cried, his blades popping out with a trademark SNIKT. He already had one man clinging to his neck, but Jubilee fired them off with a burst of fireworks. Two more guards went down, with identical slashes through their hearts, and Logan was working his way through the swarm. Bishop was not faring so well, and having no active mutant ability to back up his fighting skills, he was wearing down fast.
"No!" Nightcralwer yelled, teleporting the professor, a guard with a large lead pipe had been aiming for his head. Meanwhile, Scott Summer's was hot on Sinister's tail, the powerful Cyclops, paired with Jean Grey was no match for even his most skilled thugs. Jean focused on each guard, sending them flying back, twenty, thirty feet. While Cyclops bounded on. Sinister rounded a corner fast, his feet skid loudly on the floor as he slid into a doorway.
"No!" Scott yelled as the metallic door sealed shut, Sinister had escaped.
"Yo' Cyke! We need you over here!" Jubilee yelled, as she struggled unsuccessfully with Aimée's bindings. "Stand back" The leader commanded, and with a flash of light Aimée was free and dashing madly. Anton still lie screaming by the wall, the professor had him tuned in full blast.
"Professor, let me talk to him." Jean mentally asked, coming closer to Anton's withered body.
"Don' come any closer mutant! Juss' get de hell out o' m'head!"
'Aaron comeon, hear me, hear my voice..'
"I'M! NOT! AARON!!!!!!!!" he yelled, as Jean felt herself tackled from behind.
"Why hello, Chere, care t'dance?" Belladonna growled, her hands lighting up with energy.. "ungh" The impact of the last guards kick hit Bishop hard, he could feel his knees buckle beneath him.
"Bishop!" Remy yelled from across the room, but the knife only further dug into his throat.
"No sudden movements, LeBeau." "How about you just let him go?"
"wha?" The collision hit Madelyne hard, and she could feel her jaw snap, as she hit the ground.
"You should know Mad's.." The ominous voice spoke eloquently above her,
"You cannot kill, a goddess." Ororro sent another sharp kick to Madelyne's gut, until finally, the Black Queen, lie still.
"Comeon Remy, we need you out there."
"Stormy?"
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
It was chaos, pure chaos. Blood everywhere, guards falling to their knees, Xmen hitting the ground. Fireworks, explosions, bright beams of red light, and you could not see anything. She could only hear, the screams. The screams of her mentors, her teachers, her friends. Aimée tried her best to block it out, as she crawled towards her mother's motionless body. "Mama...mama wake up..AIYEE!"
The impact of his sharp wooden heel to her fragile spine caused Aimée to yelp in pain and collapse across her mother's body. The guard just further pressed his heel into her spine. Something snapped inside of her, and it wasn't just her tailbone. Aimée was filled, filled with a rage she never knew; A sheer hatred, which consumed her body.
"HAI!"
Her body twisted with superhuman speed, her muscles tightening as she gripped his foot. The bones crushed as she twisted it unnaturally, Aimée took pleasure in hearing him scream. She was on her feet in 2 seconds; a roundhouse kick had been executed in 3. His nose was bloody now; the crimson liquid covered her boots as she jammed her heel into it again and again. Never had she put so much force into a hit. There was no time to think, only time for action. He swung around haphazardly, his vision blurred by the pain. Aimée easily avoided his clumsy blows by ducking down, and in one quick motion had him on the ground with her. Aimée straddled his chest, punching again and again, the sheer force behind her blows leaving him screaming for mercy. Finally she stopped, he was probably dead. Her body ached, but she craned her neck to see him. His nose was a lump mushed into his face, blood speckled his features, and oozed out of his many open wounds. Two black eyes, missing teeth, shallow breathing. She felt herself gag, she was disgusted, and it was she who had done this to him. A person. A human being. Aimée glanced at her mother, who also lies unconscious and battered in the corner. Monsters had done that to her, had tortured her, cheated her out of any happiness. However, glancing back at her victim, Aimée wondered.. was she no better than them?
"Bitch" It was muttered so quietly, Aimée thought she had imagined it...but she definetly didn't imagine the sharp kick to the back of her skull. It seemed her victim had some energy left, for a final blow. Darkness clouded over her..
"Rogue, Rogue, are you allright?"
"Ah, Ah'm, okay, where's Gambit?"
"He's on the blackbird, listen Rogue, we've got to get out of here, Sinister's wired a bomb. Let's go!"
"Wait no! Aimée? Aimée can you walk baby? Aimée?"
Rogue's bloody hands reached up for Aimée's cheeks, smiling she whispered.
"Baby, we're okay"
That was the last thing Aimée could remember....it just all went black.
~one more
-Foo