~lalala I am so fast...lalala, heheh! THIS ONES A SHORTIE! And there are very few chapters left! Don't worry, all will be revealed in the next, and final 3 chapters.

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L'homme de la mort

Part 5.

Words.

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"Mama!" Aimée yelled from her bedroom, "Where did you say the blowdryer was?!"

"Ah'm right here, ya'h don't have t'yell. Besides, yoah' hair always dries perfectly anyway."

"Yeah but tonight's special."

"Yoah really excited aren't ya'h?"

"Mom, he's gorgeous, any heterosexual girl would be." She replied, causing Rogue to collapse in a heap of giggles on her bed. Aimée was getting ready for her eagerly anticipated date with Gabriel. Gambit thought she was going out to see Galena. She wore a simple red top with a nice black skirt, and stylish ballet flats. Her dark chocolate hair was pulled back, for the most part, showing off her dangling earings. She looked stunning, but then again, she looked stunning in pretty much everything she wore. Yep, Aimée was one of those effortless girls that we love to gossip about behind their backs (But she's a good person, and doesn't stand for preppy bitches, so its okay). However, considering her parents, that makes sense.

"Those eyes, mmm!"

"Mama! You shouldn't be talkin' like that, you're married!"

"and ah am compeletly satisfied with yoah papa, but that doesn't mean ah can't appreciate ah good lookin' guy every once in a while."

"Haha, how do I look? I'm meeting him in the Foyer any minute."

"Beautiful."

"Thanks mama." And with a peck on the cheek, she ran out the door.

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"Well my my my, doesn't someone clean up nice." Gabriel was standing at the bottom of the steps. He had brushed back his dark hair, leaving only a few pieces untamed. The blue hints in his iris' lighting up at her presence. A tailored jacket fit well over a light colored shirt, the top of which he had left open. And to Aimée's relief, no curly black chest hair was popping out (yay!). His tailored black slacks hung well over the lean muscles in his legs, and he wore simple black shoes. He looks fabulous, handsome, debonair . . . like any true English gentleman should look!

"Oy, I could say the same about you, bloody marvelous Aimée, really?" "Thank you." Aimée could feel herself blush, as she took his outstretched arm. There was something about him, he made her feel giddy, like she was 3 years old and got a new doll. There was definitely something special about him.

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"Professor that wasn't a matter of Mind control, Anton was slipping drugs into Rogue's IV under sinister's orders." "Yes, but he has gotten much more powerful!"

"Professor you're scaring me!" Professor Xavier frowned, and put his hand across Jean's.

"I'm sorry, I don't meant to frighten you, I am just concerned. He is so powerful Jean, we must overthrow him! We cannot, under any circumstances, let him have control of this girl." They both looked down to the hospital bed, where Gabrielle lay asleep.

"Pro-AHH!" Suddenly Gabrielle's eyes flashed open and she reached for Jean's wrist.

"I told him no! Nothing, nothing, there was nothing he could do! She was gone! But he went anyway, he went with that man. The man with the eyes! THOSE HORRIBLE RED EYES!" and she had passed out again. The professor and Jean simply stared in awe.

"Professor?"

"Yes Jean, It seems Gabrielle has met Mr. Sinister before."

"Who was the man she was speaking of? The man who went with Sinister?"

"I don't know Jean, I just don't know."

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"Blimey! I'm not even halfway done."

"I was hungrey!"

"Don't tell me your one of those bulimia girls, I knew ye' were fit but-" "Gabriel! I'm not bulimic. Its called exercise., Cyclop's is one hard trainer."

Gabriel smiled, as he continued to munch on his swordfish. Aimée liked the resturant he had taken her too, Bass, a trendy new Seafood place downtown. So far the date had been wonderful. They went to an early movie, a classic Alfred Hitchock horror flic, and then headed out to dinner. They were going to hit the club scene after the meal, or maybe just take a walk in centeral park.

"I'm really having a great time with you, Gabriel."

"I'm glad, I never like t'show a good woman a bad night on the town, its in poor taste." "I haven't been on a good date in a while."

"Why's that? A fit girl like you."

"I just haven't been in the mood. MY last boyfriend, well if you could even call him that seeing as it was such a short time, was murdered."

Gabriel froze.

"I met him visiting family down in New Orleans, one of Sinister's handmaidens, Madelyne Pryor I believe, or maybe it was Anton? I'm not sure."

He could feel the light inside him burn out, his joints individually seizing up. "Shot him clear in the forehead, he died in my arms. I really think I loved him, I wish he hadn't died. I just wish he could come back to me."

Rage boiled inside of him. Why did he have to ask her about him? Why? Things were going just fine! Gabriel's eyes shifted dangerously to Aimée, who sat whistfully in her seat, taking no notice of him. She wanted to use him, to use him to bring back her beloved. NO! He had walked this road to many times before, and been burned to many times. Why had he let himself fall for her? Words. She didn't care about him. It was all just words. "Exscuse me." He hissed, pushing out his chair.

"Where are you going?"

"I just remembered, I have an appointment to take of, here's the money for the bill, goodnight." "Gabriel!" She yelled angrily, but he was already at the door, and stepping into the cool crisp night.

~poor Gabriel..next chapter up tonigh! (they were one chapter, but that made the story ENTIRELY TO SHORT, so expect them as an ensemble)

-FOo