Okay so I just saw "Le Divorce" yesterday, the movie itself wasn't that
great, BUT it took place in La Belle France with all those SEXY French men.
Jesus! I didn't know that they were so hot! Haha Fleur I totally understand
what you are talking about, I was even lusting after this bald guy in the
movie, which really, really, isn't my style . . . heh heh (
~Note, it has been a little while since La Fille's events took place That all ended in October, the same month that Aimée turned thirteen The wedding was in May 3-4 months later being like what September? So Aimée is nearly 19 . . . I just thought you might like to know (
~~Also, for all you sexy frenchies out there, in case you get confused, Gabriel does not sound how you guys usually pronounce it..and since it is my favorite male name, I figured I might as well explain.
Gabriel, sounds like this GAY-bree-ul (or gay-b * Gabe * for short), emphasis on the GAY (hahahaha). In France, or other French speaking places, I believe they have a name that is spelled the same, but sounds like this gab-ree-ELLE like the female name Gabrielle In America it is Gabriel.
OH and by the by, for those Didier fans out there, I hate to ruin your image by telling you what he looks like . . . not that it would or anything. You all know the gorgeous actor Orlando Bloom? Legolas in LoTR and Will Turner in PoTC (rumour has it, he's been offered the role of Gambit in X3! Oer!) well . . . he is mostly regarded as being a pretty boy (though I doubt any Englishmen have ever been described as 'pretty' heh heh) well through the magic of photography there is one picture of him that screams Didier! And welll... I couldn't find that picture, but these ones do too!
gee I hope those work on FFN -Foo
L'homme de la mort
Part 2.
Decoy
Everything happened so fast, leaving Aimée confused and a little bit frightened. Who were Sinister's Marauders? Why had Gambit acted like he did? She couldn't help but think he was connected to all of this. He had abruptly stormed out of the mission room, and locked himself in his chambers, allowing to no one to speak with him, after the 'Marauders' were mentioned. To make matters worse, no one would tell her a thing, saying that it "wasn't their place" whatever the hell that means. "Shit!" Jubilee moaned from her position outside Cyclops' door, "How long does it take to get ready, Shades?"
Aimée snickered at her exasperation, while absentmindly shuffling a deck of cards.
"Your another Freud case, Aims, why do ya'h waste time practicing and learning stuff, when you could just draino it from a master's head?"
"Sometimes I like doing things the old fashioned way. Besides, mon pere refuses to let me suck card tricks outta'h his brain, says its cheating."
"Says the master thief . . . ha! He's one to talk" she giggled, sending tiny sparks up through the crack under Cyclops' door.
"Alright! Alright! I'm ready! Jeez!" He said, hurrying out the door, "Now, come on, we don't wish to be late. We have to catch this 'Gabrielle' between classes, I don't want to be rude."
Jubilee raised her eyebrows at him, annoyed, and Aimée smiled wider. The professor had sent the three of them (though I doubt who came up with that peculiar group) out to meet Gabrielle, and explain the situation.
"Hey Cyke," She smiled, patting him on the back, "Nice pants." Cyclops looked down to a pair of scorched khaki's, now a decent two inches shorter from Jubilee's fire works. The two girls practically collapsed in hysterics, skipping madly in front of him.
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"I don' want t'talk about it."
"Please Remy, just let me in."
Reluctantly he made his way to the door and unlocked it, and returned to the bed, collapsing atop of the sheets.
"Remy ya'h can't stay shut up in here all day."
"I don' want t'go out jus' yet," He turned to lay on his back, and staring at the celing, solemnly added "Did you see de way she looked at me? totally unaware of what son pere did when he was her age. Totally unaware of my sins."
"Baby believe me, we all know about your sins," Rogue smiled at him, sitting down on the bed beside her beloved husband, "but that was a long time ago, ya'h were uh different may'n, and if Aimée forgave you fo' leavin' her, ah swear she'll forgive you fa' Sinister."
"Its disgustin', dat man will never change."
"If ya'h can even call him a man." Rogue snarled. Remy turned towards her and planted a cheek ontop of her head, smiling as he lay his head on her shoulder.
"Dat's m'girl, heh heh heh"
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"You rang, m'lord?"
Sinister smiled at the blonde woman who just appeared in his doorway. She looked about 19, with whispy blonde hair and sharp features. Crystal blue eyes sat low on her face, above flared nostrils and a permanent snarl. She was mean, tough might be a better way to describe it, and one sixth of Sinister's new team, lead up by Madelyne. Her name was Prudence, but preferred to be called Prue. Prue had no last name, she was created in one of Sinister's lab with strands of Wolverine and Madelyne Pryor's D.N.A. "Yes, I need you to assemble a team, we are recruiting a new member today."
"Willing or unwilling?"
"Unwilling, but that's not the point. The team will be a decoy, that is all you need know."
"Wrath and the Pussycat should be sufficient."
"Yes, and Prudence? Rough up the Xmen a bit."
"Yes M'Lord" She replied, spinning on her heel an exiting the room.
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"Gamma Delta radar, this is Breaker one nine, alias Sparks, I got the Jack of Hearts here, along with One Eye in the chopper, come in Breaker five ten."
"Jubilee stop messing around with that thing" Scott groaned for about the thousandth time, "We are almost at destination."
"Ya' know Scott, its not exactly 'discreet' to land a helicopter ontop of her school." Aimée teased, propping her feet up on the dash, "Man this mission blows, we didn't even get to wear uniforms!"
"What's your beef Aims? Its not like you have one."
"You're right, I should totally get a costume." (Note: this story takes place in present time, however, I don't really like the new uniforms they have . . . they are SO mono tone! I loved the way each uniform was unique to the person, so I am keeping the Early 90's Xmen Jim Lee designs * as far as I'm concerned the best ones *, I personally was a fan of Rogue's leather jacket . . . Hahaha) "That comes with the first slaughter." Cyclops shot a warning glare at Jubilee as he settle the helicopter down.
"Whoops I mean the first 'Peaceful Negotiations Session,'" She giggled, as they piled out of the chopper. It was a warm day in New York. Jubilee and Aimée were Urban outfitter's chic, Jubilee in her "blondes have more fun" shirt to match her new dye job. Scott groaned, he was glad he didn't have any girls of his own.
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Gabriel settled in the alley, it wasn't his ideal place to be hiding in, but it was where he was instructed to be. He was dressed as a homeless man, his dark brown hair clotted with dirt as it hung loose in his face. "How I got here, I'll never fuckin' know" The only clue to give away the fact that he wasn't actually homeless, was his matrix style cell phone, which had at that moment begun to ring.
"Alright, Alright, hold ye' damn horses." He groaned, reaching into his coat.
"What?!" "Just making sure your in position, Gabriel."
"Yeah, well I'm gonna' get caught if ye' keep callin' me like this." -click- He stared angrily at the phone for a moment, before stuffing it back inside his pocket. A chopper could be heard in the distance, Showtime.
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"What? Professor I don't think this is such a good idea, her clas-Hello Gambit." Scott smiled his best fake smile and clicked off the phone.
"Bonjour mon ami, an' don' worry, ah won' steal y'thunder o' fearless leader." "How did you get here?" "A magician never gives away 'is secrets." "Fine, what are you doing here?"
"Ah-" But just then Aimée and Jubilee exited the chopper, and realized Gambit was there. "Papa! What are you doing here?"
"Y' din' expect me t'miss y'first mission did ye'h?"
"This isn't a mission, G-man." Jubilee commented, resting her elbow on Aimée's shoulder.
"Ye'h well it might not be, but I'm here t'make sure Sinister doesn't try t'make it one. Cyke's might need some 'active backup'" He commented, noting the fact that neither Aimée or Jubilee had and powers that would good in a fight, other than of course their basic combat skills.
"Well you're dressed in uniform, so I've appreciate it if you didn't come down to meet her with us."
"Sure."
Aimée smiled, and pecked him on the cheek, then headed down with Cyclops and Jubilee. Leaving the Cajun, well . . . a little bored.
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"Getting closer to the school." The large man grunted from the front seat. "Good. I hate flying." Prue hissed, cursing under her breath as she lost at chess to the computer again.
"Really?" The bubbly redhead sing-songed from the next seat, "I love it." Prue snarled at the woman, "You would." "Target in view."
"Good, turn on auto pilot, we won't be long."
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"It's really important that you understand, you are in great danger here." Aimée couldn't stress this enough to the woman standing before her. "I understand, Professor Xavier helped me before, " And he had done her good. Gabrielle was tall and thin, she still had a pale complexion but it worked. Her raven hair was styled in a choppy razor cut. She wore a dulled green T Shirt bearing the words "Free the Albino's", and her gothic spiked heels were hidden under a long pair of black pants. Gabrielle had a pretty face with long lashes and full red lips. She had geek-chic glasses, that on her delicate nose, and a pair of bright blue eyes. Aimée estimated her to be about 23, probably a closet shopper at hot topic, and definitely a very sarcastic woman. "Well, he helped me with everything but these." Aimée felt Jubilee jump back beside her. She had removed her glasses to reveal a frightening pair of eyes. Instead of blue, they were entirely black, even the iris and cornea. "I t'ink ah need t'get me a pair o' dose." Remy groaned sarcastically. They had gotten Gabrielle up to the helo-pad and were planning on taking off any minute.
"You and me both"
"Non, ils sont beaux, *I just do it so I can avoid the abuse. I don't have any active powers to protect me." "So Gabrielle, the professor will meet you upon our arrival, we have accommodations prepared for you."
"You have all been very nice." She replied in her monotone voice, her mouth turning up in what appeared to be a smile. "Uh oh," Aimée snarled, staring towards the sky, "We've got company."
"Back in the helicopter with Gabrielle!" Jubilee did as she was told, and she and the time turner raced for the chopper.
"Aimée ce qui sont vous faisant ? revenez à l'hélicoptère !"** "No! I can fight!"
"No!" Gambit yelled, as Sinister's plane grew closer.
Cyclops was firing like crazy, but the Jet was not receiving any damage. Finally the door swung open, revealing Prue, Wrath, and PussyCat.
"I'll break your face!"*** Wrath yelled, barreling towards the trio. Pussycat sprung foreward, unleashing her claws. Hissing she headed for the bespectacled leader.
"Meow! But I don't do boys with glasses, especially in that color!" With a quick flash of her arm, Cyclop's glasses fell to the ground, leaving him blind and teetering ontop of a building.
"Gambit! I'm blinded!"
"Jeez' wasn't HE supposed to be the challenge?" She snickered, torturing the sightless X-man. Meanwhile, Gambit and Aimée were in troubles of their own. Prue was a formidable fighter, and the aging Gambit was really working up a sweat. Duck. Jump. Flip. Anything to escape the frightening bone claws, and unstoppable fury. She got a quick slash in, ripping off a sleeve of his trademark trench coat. Charging up a few cards he flipped out of her way, and set them off. Stalling her for a moment so he could turn his attention to his daughter. "Aimée! Get in the chopper! AHH!" The behemoth that was Wrath tackled him from behind, sending both of them flying off the side of the building.
"Papa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" But he had to fare on his own, as did Aimée, and right now she had to deal with Prue.
"That was amusing." She snarled, kicking and missing Aimée's head. Ducking, Aimée swiped out her leg and tripped the blonde.
"So's your haircut" She spat, but before Prue could respond, Aimée was gone. Running full speed towards the side of the building and jumping after Wrath and her dad.
Fortunately for him, this wasn't Gambit's first experience in fighting mid air, and upon impact, he was ontop. Remy looked up to see a not so pleasant sight, apparently his daughter had dove down after him. "AIYEE!" she cried, as she roughly landed in his arms.
"As admirable as dat was p'tit, please don' do it again." Wrath began to stir, and he did not look like much of a happy camper. Both of their feet collided pounded into his chest at the same time. They made a great team. But they underestimated Wrath and he had Aimée and Gambit dangling by their legs in hid hands. Something happened then, that Aimée would later understand, but at that moment left her completely befuddled. The monster of a man looked from her to Gambit and slowly loosened his grip on the thief. Gambit slid out, charging up a couple of cards and tossing at his feet, Wrath flung Aimée like a boomerang down the block, right outside of an alleyway.
"Aimée!" but Gambit's concern worked against him, and Wrath easily clonked him on the head. PussyCat, from the roof, let out a loud Hissing sound and Wrath suddenly stopped fighting, and raced back into the building.
Back on the roof . . .
However, Cyclops only found his glasses in time to see the Marauders rocket away in their jet.
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"Well that was enjoyable" Pussycat hissed, absentmindly filing her nails. "Its no longer our problem, this is in Necro's hands now."
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Aimée tried to move, but moving wasn't a good idea if you've been thrown down an entire block. Breathing was even difficult! Let Alone opening her eyes. Her neck was burning, and she couldn't feel her legs, the pain was unbearable, and Aimée could feel a puddle of something surrounding her head. When Aimée finally did pry her bloodshot eyes open, all of the Marauders were gone. The only thing visable was her father's body, collapsed across the street, his trench coat ripped and dirty. "Papa" She whispered, straining to get up, "AHH!!-mmm" Her cry of pain was silenced by a rather grubby hand clamping over her mouth. Aimée turned to face a pair of cool (as in cold, not like "totally awesome dude!" cool) gray eyes. Those were the last things she saw, before it all went black.
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"No not her, not now! Dammit!" Gabriel hissed, cradling the motionless body in his arms. She was dead.
~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -FOo
TRANSLATIONS
*No, they are beautiful ** Aimée what are you doing (I actually think this may be "what are you making?" damn translators! Well, I was in a hurry!) ? Return to the Helicopter! ***line "borrowed" from Tekken 4's character Marduk
~Note, it has been a little while since La Fille's events took place That all ended in October, the same month that Aimée turned thirteen The wedding was in May 3-4 months later being like what September? So Aimée is nearly 19 . . . I just thought you might like to know (
~~Also, for all you sexy frenchies out there, in case you get confused, Gabriel does not sound how you guys usually pronounce it..and since it is my favorite male name, I figured I might as well explain.
Gabriel, sounds like this GAY-bree-ul (or gay-b * Gabe * for short), emphasis on the GAY (hahahaha). In France, or other French speaking places, I believe they have a name that is spelled the same, but sounds like this gab-ree-ELLE like the female name Gabrielle In America it is Gabriel.
OH and by the by, for those Didier fans out there, I hate to ruin your image by telling you what he looks like . . . not that it would or anything. You all know the gorgeous actor Orlando Bloom? Legolas in LoTR and Will Turner in PoTC (rumour has it, he's been offered the role of Gambit in X3! Oer!) well . . . he is mostly regarded as being a pretty boy (though I doubt any Englishmen have ever been described as 'pretty' heh heh) well through the magic of photography there is one picture of him that screams Didier! And welll... I couldn't find that picture, but these ones do too!
gee I hope those work on FFN -Foo
L'homme de la mort
Part 2.
Decoy
Everything happened so fast, leaving Aimée confused and a little bit frightened. Who were Sinister's Marauders? Why had Gambit acted like he did? She couldn't help but think he was connected to all of this. He had abruptly stormed out of the mission room, and locked himself in his chambers, allowing to no one to speak with him, after the 'Marauders' were mentioned. To make matters worse, no one would tell her a thing, saying that it "wasn't their place" whatever the hell that means. "Shit!" Jubilee moaned from her position outside Cyclops' door, "How long does it take to get ready, Shades?"
Aimée snickered at her exasperation, while absentmindly shuffling a deck of cards.
"Your another Freud case, Aims, why do ya'h waste time practicing and learning stuff, when you could just draino it from a master's head?"
"Sometimes I like doing things the old fashioned way. Besides, mon pere refuses to let me suck card tricks outta'h his brain, says its cheating."
"Says the master thief . . . ha! He's one to talk" she giggled, sending tiny sparks up through the crack under Cyclops' door.
"Alright! Alright! I'm ready! Jeez!" He said, hurrying out the door, "Now, come on, we don't wish to be late. We have to catch this 'Gabrielle' between classes, I don't want to be rude."
Jubilee raised her eyebrows at him, annoyed, and Aimée smiled wider. The professor had sent the three of them (though I doubt who came up with that peculiar group) out to meet Gabrielle, and explain the situation.
"Hey Cyke," She smiled, patting him on the back, "Nice pants." Cyclops looked down to a pair of scorched khaki's, now a decent two inches shorter from Jubilee's fire works. The two girls practically collapsed in hysterics, skipping madly in front of him.
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"I don' want t'talk about it."
"Please Remy, just let me in."
Reluctantly he made his way to the door and unlocked it, and returned to the bed, collapsing atop of the sheets.
"Remy ya'h can't stay shut up in here all day."
"I don' want t'go out jus' yet," He turned to lay on his back, and staring at the celing, solemnly added "Did you see de way she looked at me? totally unaware of what son pere did when he was her age. Totally unaware of my sins."
"Baby believe me, we all know about your sins," Rogue smiled at him, sitting down on the bed beside her beloved husband, "but that was a long time ago, ya'h were uh different may'n, and if Aimée forgave you fo' leavin' her, ah swear she'll forgive you fa' Sinister."
"Its disgustin', dat man will never change."
"If ya'h can even call him a man." Rogue snarled. Remy turned towards her and planted a cheek ontop of her head, smiling as he lay his head on her shoulder.
"Dat's m'girl, heh heh heh"
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"You rang, m'lord?"
Sinister smiled at the blonde woman who just appeared in his doorway. She looked about 19, with whispy blonde hair and sharp features. Crystal blue eyes sat low on her face, above flared nostrils and a permanent snarl. She was mean, tough might be a better way to describe it, and one sixth of Sinister's new team, lead up by Madelyne. Her name was Prudence, but preferred to be called Prue. Prue had no last name, she was created in one of Sinister's lab with strands of Wolverine and Madelyne Pryor's D.N.A. "Yes, I need you to assemble a team, we are recruiting a new member today."
"Willing or unwilling?"
"Unwilling, but that's not the point. The team will be a decoy, that is all you need know."
"Wrath and the Pussycat should be sufficient."
"Yes, and Prudence? Rough up the Xmen a bit."
"Yes M'Lord" She replied, spinning on her heel an exiting the room.
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"Gamma Delta radar, this is Breaker one nine, alias Sparks, I got the Jack of Hearts here, along with One Eye in the chopper, come in Breaker five ten."
"Jubilee stop messing around with that thing" Scott groaned for about the thousandth time, "We are almost at destination."
"Ya' know Scott, its not exactly 'discreet' to land a helicopter ontop of her school." Aimée teased, propping her feet up on the dash, "Man this mission blows, we didn't even get to wear uniforms!"
"What's your beef Aims? Its not like you have one."
"You're right, I should totally get a costume." (Note: this story takes place in present time, however, I don't really like the new uniforms they have . . . they are SO mono tone! I loved the way each uniform was unique to the person, so I am keeping the Early 90's Xmen Jim Lee designs * as far as I'm concerned the best ones *, I personally was a fan of Rogue's leather jacket . . . Hahaha) "That comes with the first slaughter." Cyclops shot a warning glare at Jubilee as he settle the helicopter down.
"Whoops I mean the first 'Peaceful Negotiations Session,'" She giggled, as they piled out of the chopper. It was a warm day in New York. Jubilee and Aimée were Urban outfitter's chic, Jubilee in her "blondes have more fun" shirt to match her new dye job. Scott groaned, he was glad he didn't have any girls of his own.
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Gabriel settled in the alley, it wasn't his ideal place to be hiding in, but it was where he was instructed to be. He was dressed as a homeless man, his dark brown hair clotted with dirt as it hung loose in his face. "How I got here, I'll never fuckin' know" The only clue to give away the fact that he wasn't actually homeless, was his matrix style cell phone, which had at that moment begun to ring.
"Alright, Alright, hold ye' damn horses." He groaned, reaching into his coat.
"What?!" "Just making sure your in position, Gabriel."
"Yeah, well I'm gonna' get caught if ye' keep callin' me like this." -click- He stared angrily at the phone for a moment, before stuffing it back inside his pocket. A chopper could be heard in the distance, Showtime.
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"What? Professor I don't think this is such a good idea, her clas-Hello Gambit." Scott smiled his best fake smile and clicked off the phone.
"Bonjour mon ami, an' don' worry, ah won' steal y'thunder o' fearless leader." "How did you get here?" "A magician never gives away 'is secrets." "Fine, what are you doing here?"
"Ah-" But just then Aimée and Jubilee exited the chopper, and realized Gambit was there. "Papa! What are you doing here?"
"Y' din' expect me t'miss y'first mission did ye'h?"
"This isn't a mission, G-man." Jubilee commented, resting her elbow on Aimée's shoulder.
"Ye'h well it might not be, but I'm here t'make sure Sinister doesn't try t'make it one. Cyke's might need some 'active backup'" He commented, noting the fact that neither Aimée or Jubilee had and powers that would good in a fight, other than of course their basic combat skills.
"Well you're dressed in uniform, so I've appreciate it if you didn't come down to meet her with us."
"Sure."
Aimée smiled, and pecked him on the cheek, then headed down with Cyclops and Jubilee. Leaving the Cajun, well . . . a little bored.
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"Getting closer to the school." The large man grunted from the front seat. "Good. I hate flying." Prue hissed, cursing under her breath as she lost at chess to the computer again.
"Really?" The bubbly redhead sing-songed from the next seat, "I love it." Prue snarled at the woman, "You would." "Target in view."
"Good, turn on auto pilot, we won't be long."
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"It's really important that you understand, you are in great danger here." Aimée couldn't stress this enough to the woman standing before her. "I understand, Professor Xavier helped me before, " And he had done her good. Gabrielle was tall and thin, she still had a pale complexion but it worked. Her raven hair was styled in a choppy razor cut. She wore a dulled green T Shirt bearing the words "Free the Albino's", and her gothic spiked heels were hidden under a long pair of black pants. Gabrielle had a pretty face with long lashes and full red lips. She had geek-chic glasses, that on her delicate nose, and a pair of bright blue eyes. Aimée estimated her to be about 23, probably a closet shopper at hot topic, and definitely a very sarcastic woman. "Well, he helped me with everything but these." Aimée felt Jubilee jump back beside her. She had removed her glasses to reveal a frightening pair of eyes. Instead of blue, they were entirely black, even the iris and cornea. "I t'ink ah need t'get me a pair o' dose." Remy groaned sarcastically. They had gotten Gabrielle up to the helo-pad and were planning on taking off any minute.
"You and me both"
"Non, ils sont beaux, *I just do it so I can avoid the abuse. I don't have any active powers to protect me." "So Gabrielle, the professor will meet you upon our arrival, we have accommodations prepared for you."
"You have all been very nice." She replied in her monotone voice, her mouth turning up in what appeared to be a smile. "Uh oh," Aimée snarled, staring towards the sky, "We've got company."
"Back in the helicopter with Gabrielle!" Jubilee did as she was told, and she and the time turner raced for the chopper.
"Aimée ce qui sont vous faisant ? revenez à l'hélicoptère !"** "No! I can fight!"
"No!" Gambit yelled, as Sinister's plane grew closer.
Cyclops was firing like crazy, but the Jet was not receiving any damage. Finally the door swung open, revealing Prue, Wrath, and PussyCat.
"I'll break your face!"*** Wrath yelled, barreling towards the trio. Pussycat sprung foreward, unleashing her claws. Hissing she headed for the bespectacled leader.
"Meow! But I don't do boys with glasses, especially in that color!" With a quick flash of her arm, Cyclop's glasses fell to the ground, leaving him blind and teetering ontop of a building.
"Gambit! I'm blinded!"
"Jeez' wasn't HE supposed to be the challenge?" She snickered, torturing the sightless X-man. Meanwhile, Gambit and Aimée were in troubles of their own. Prue was a formidable fighter, and the aging Gambit was really working up a sweat. Duck. Jump. Flip. Anything to escape the frightening bone claws, and unstoppable fury. She got a quick slash in, ripping off a sleeve of his trademark trench coat. Charging up a few cards he flipped out of her way, and set them off. Stalling her for a moment so he could turn his attention to his daughter. "Aimée! Get in the chopper! AHH!" The behemoth that was Wrath tackled him from behind, sending both of them flying off the side of the building.
"Papa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" But he had to fare on his own, as did Aimée, and right now she had to deal with Prue.
"That was amusing." She snarled, kicking and missing Aimée's head. Ducking, Aimée swiped out her leg and tripped the blonde.
"So's your haircut" She spat, but before Prue could respond, Aimée was gone. Running full speed towards the side of the building and jumping after Wrath and her dad.
Fortunately for him, this wasn't Gambit's first experience in fighting mid air, and upon impact, he was ontop. Remy looked up to see a not so pleasant sight, apparently his daughter had dove down after him. "AIYEE!" she cried, as she roughly landed in his arms.
"As admirable as dat was p'tit, please don' do it again." Wrath began to stir, and he did not look like much of a happy camper. Both of their feet collided pounded into his chest at the same time. They made a great team. But they underestimated Wrath and he had Aimée and Gambit dangling by their legs in hid hands. Something happened then, that Aimée would later understand, but at that moment left her completely befuddled. The monster of a man looked from her to Gambit and slowly loosened his grip on the thief. Gambit slid out, charging up a couple of cards and tossing at his feet, Wrath flung Aimée like a boomerang down the block, right outside of an alleyway.
"Aimée!" but Gambit's concern worked against him, and Wrath easily clonked him on the head. PussyCat, from the roof, let out a loud Hissing sound and Wrath suddenly stopped fighting, and raced back into the building.
Back on the roof . . .
However, Cyclops only found his glasses in time to see the Marauders rocket away in their jet.
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"Well that was enjoyable" Pussycat hissed, absentmindly filing her nails. "Its no longer our problem, this is in Necro's hands now."
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Aimée tried to move, but moving wasn't a good idea if you've been thrown down an entire block. Breathing was even difficult! Let Alone opening her eyes. Her neck was burning, and she couldn't feel her legs, the pain was unbearable, and Aimée could feel a puddle of something surrounding her head. When Aimée finally did pry her bloodshot eyes open, all of the Marauders were gone. The only thing visable was her father's body, collapsed across the street, his trench coat ripped and dirty. "Papa" She whispered, straining to get up, "AHH!!-mmm" Her cry of pain was silenced by a rather grubby hand clamping over her mouth. Aimée turned to face a pair of cool (as in cold, not like "totally awesome dude!" cool) gray eyes. Those were the last things she saw, before it all went black.
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"No not her, not now! Dammit!" Gabriel hissed, cradling the motionless body in his arms. She was dead.
~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -FOo
TRANSLATIONS
*No, they are beautiful ** Aimée what are you doing (I actually think this may be "what are you making?" damn translators! Well, I was in a hurry!) ? Return to the Helicopter! ***line "borrowed" from Tekken 4's character Marduk
