~heh heh heh heh Beau LeBeau . . . heh heh heh heh
BEWARE . . . this chapter shows the truer, darker side of a character, and
you may not like it! No complaining now, because I warned you!
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L'homme de la mort
Part 6.
Whiplash
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"Shoo! Ye' filthy bugger!" Gabriel hissed at a rat that scurried by. He was on his way to the cemetery, it always helped him calm down, and right now he could use some calming down. "They don't mean it, they never do." A timid young woman brushed by him, her nose titled high in the air. It was a little late for a shopping trip, so he assumed she was a higher paid prostitute, making her rounds. Gabriel stumbled, suddenly ravenous, he licked his lips as the woman continued to strut down the block. He could catch her now, and no one would notice. A devilish smiled crept over his lips, as he began walking briskly in her direction. "Hey doll? Wanna party?" She asked, when he grabbed onto her shoulder. Gabe solemnly shook his head no, "Hey! Get off a' me!" The woman began to scream, but Gabriel silenced her by putting his hand over her mouth. He had lost control; his blind desires were overpowering him now. Slowly he removed his hand from her lips and the woman was shocked to find that no sound came out.
"Shhh" She struggled, but he overpowered her, and soon Gabe had her pinned to the ground while he strattled her. Her eyes were wide in fear, and Gabriel smiled. She finally saw his face in the moonlight, his skin had gone completely white and his sparkling eyes large and insect like. His hair was completely white, and his body, gaunt, nothing but skin and bones.
"Don't worry darling" He whispered, in an eerie high pitched voice, "This won't hurt a bit." The silvery wisps floated from her body, into his, and she was gone. Necro had taken another victim.
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"Home!" Aimée groaned as she trudged through the door.
"Shhhh, y'moms asleep."
"Did you guys decide on a name?"
"Well she finally convinced me'h dat Beau LeBeau sounded really bad."
"Yeah, it's a nice name but the whole Rhyming thing . . . eh."
Remy smiled and walked her up to her room.
"Y'home early, I thought ye'h would be out all night."
"Galena got sick."
"Oh"
"Yeah, uh," Aimée stuttered, she was a bad lier, "Bad shellfish"
"Right." He said smiling, and sitting down on her bed, "Now how about y'tell me why y'really came home early." Aimée frowned and laid down beside him. "I went out with Gabriel tonight."
"Aimée"
"Please, don't. He left early anyway, I think I scared him off."
"What happened?"
Aimée sniffed and rested her head on his chest, pulling his arms around her back.
"I told him about Didier, I think he thinks I was using him, the bring Didier back."
"No doubt dat boy's been though a lot."
"I didn't mean it."
"I kno', p'tit, ah kno'." They lay there in silence together, a father comforting his daughter. Trying to ease her broken heart with gentle words, when all he really wants to do is knock the boy who did it's teeth out. "Two peas in a pod." Aimée and Remy's heads popped up at the same time, their identical eyes a mixture of shock at the sudden appearance, and warmth at who it was. Rogue stood in her oversized tshirt and faded flannels smiling, her stomach had begun to slightly show.
"What can ah do fo' ya'h, chere?" She suddenly looked squeamish, Gambit groaned and rolled off the bed.
"'Sposed t'be invincible! Super Strength! An' she's afraid o' a god dammed spider." Rogue mocked him as he went, and blew Aimée a kiss, "Goodnight", she whispered before shutting the door. But she didn't feel like sleeping, so she popped on her Alanis Morrisette CD (Jagged Little Pill-my fav! Haha) and mellowed out.
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Gabriel whistled as he walked, the detour had taken longer than expected and the cemetery was still a block away. The burst of life had given him lots of energy, and he walked with a spring in his step, despite the fact that he had a dead prostitute hanging over his shoulder. "I'd say its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you", singing merrily he pushed open the gate and smiled, a fresh grave! At least then he didn't have to do any digging. Gabe tossed the body into the grave and nodded his head.
"Your getting too soft, Gabriel." The mental cuffs bound his hands and feet, causing Gabriel to trip and hit the ground. Mr. Sinister looming behind him, Madelyne at his side, carrying a large leather whip. "So when did we decide it okay for you to date the xgirls?" "wapitch!" (wapitch is the sound for a whip lash) "Oh no! Even better, One of the two who has absorption powers!" "wapitch!" "And add to that, shes the daughter of my X-Marauder, the very man who destroyed all of my cloning facilities." "wapitch!" "Even despite the fact that she's not the one who drains memories, your knowledge of my hull and tactics in general will ruin my plan! I would have to knock her out too, and you know how suspicious that would be?! " "wapitch!"
"So it was you?" Gabriel moaned, the pain was unbearable, and Madelyne showed no mercy, "You were the one who hurt Gabrielle!" "Yes, it was I, who else did you think, you fool!"
"wapitch!"
"You disappoint me, Gabriel, You are supposed to this almighty being, you were! This immortal entity, feeding off the lives of the living to raise the dead, and look at you." "wapitch!"
"unngh!"
"wapitch!"
"If its your beloved sister that you are so concerned over, don't worry, I wouldn't kill something so valauable. You and Gabrielle are a rare breed. Do you remember me coming to you that day? All those years ago? Back when I had a time turner under my control?"
"wapitch!"
"I told you I had faith in you, that you would be a man of greatness! And you will be, Necro, just keep focused!"
"wapitch!" "And stay the hell away from the Rogue's daughter, Gambit recognizes you." "unngh"
Sinister and Madelyne disappeared in a puff of smoke. Gabriel lies in the middle of the cemetery, bruised and battered. His body beaten to a bloody pulp (try saying THAT 10 times fast! Haha , oh sorry . . . this is a serious mood)
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"Would you forgive me love
if I cried in you shower Would you forgive me love
For the salt in your bed Would you forgive me love
If I cried all afternoon"
With the last strums of Alanis' guitar, the song was over.
Aimée sighed, and looked out her window. She was sitting on her bed, cutting out pictures from a magazine. Her schoolbooks were getting so boring and she wanted to decorate them. She was concerned, what if he didn't come back? What if, because of her, he decided the Xmen were just trying to use him? Aimée Groaned and sunk her head into her arms, wishing she could take everything back.
"Ow!" Blood, there was blood one her PJ pants, damn, she had slashed her arm (not very badly, mind you) with the scissors. "That's gonna leave a mark." And with those immortal words from Chris Farley, she headed down to the med lab. It seemed they always ran out of band-aids.
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Gambit lie awake, his wife's head resting on his chest. He didn't know how she could sleep. Remy had this horrible sense, this feeling . . . something wasn't right.
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"Gabriel?" Aimée called out, stepping into his guest room. The bathroom light was on. Aimée frowned and sat down on the bed, he was probably showering, but there was no harm in waiting. He deserved an apology, and that was what she was gonna give him. The smooth rock of "The Verve" (vair cool band!) was softly playing on his speakers.
"Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees . . . yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me, now" She laid her head on the pillow, inhaling his scent. "* gasp *" Aimée hastily sat back up, staring at Gabriel in front of her. He was shirtless, in a towel from the waist down. His back was covered in long dark scars, and fresh slashes, as if from a whip. Pain was etched into his face, as he gawked back at her, desperately trying to cover up what she just saw. "Gabriel."
"It's nothing. I'll be fine."
"I-I-came here to apologize." He was still standing there, with that frightened look on his face, like he was 5 years old and just got caught drawing on the couch. She couldn't help but comfort him, "Come here, let me see."
"Please . . . don't"
"Shh" Aimée helped him lie down on his stomach, reaching into his medicine cabinet for some antibacterial gel, and gauze. In gentle circles she rubbed his back, delicately tending to his wounds.
"I don't know what's going on with you Gabriel, and I'm not going to press you . . .but please, please be safe. I'm worried about you."
He grimaced each time she ran over a slash, his face contorting in pain. Reaching up his arm, he stopped her, and turned face to face.
"I'm sorry I left," He said, frowning, "It was because of what you said. Aimée, I've had to deal with this my whole life, and I didn't want you to be like them. I just didn't think you would use me, for my abilities. I hate them, what they do to me, its not worth it, but that's my burden." "For having such a gift . . ."
"Its not a gift! It's a curse. My mother died in my arms when I was 14, my sister was only 8, and I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her. The one time I needed it."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. And Didier, it just slipped out, I care about you. I don't want to hurt you. But, I can't help but think that you're putting yourself in serious danger here!"
She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. Gabriel frowned, reaching a hand to her cheek.
"Don't worry about me love, I'm a survivor, I can make it through."
"Oh" A moan escaped her lips before she crushed them into his. The kiss was long, and deep. Passion exploding between them, their bodies melting into one.
"Stop"
"What?" She stared at him confused, but nevertheless he had pushed her back to stop him.
"Aimée you're not safe here. Please, I have to go"
"What? Go where? Gabriel you're not going anywhere! Sinister is out there!"
"There is no time to explain, I have to leave, I'm not safe here." He jumped up from the bed, and roughly pulled on a pair of jeans, the towel falling to the floor. "Come with me." "I can't, my family. Why aren't you safe here? We can protect you! The Xmen-" "Are no match for the Marauders."
"What are you talking about, stoppit!" She growled, reaching for his arm to stop him from pulling on his boots. "Aimée, I am telling you this for your own good. That attack was a decoy."
"A decoy for what?"
"There's no time! Just get out of here!" He yelled, quickly kissing her hard on the mouth. He was dashing for the door when it swung open in his face. Gambit stood there with a panicked look on his face, though hints of eagerness showed through. He stared for a moment at his daughter on the bed and Gabriel's lack of a shirt, but shook his head, there was no time.
"Quick! Downstairs! De Marauder's are attackin'!"
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~!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA !!!!!
-FOo
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L'homme de la mort
Part 6.
Whiplash
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"Shoo! Ye' filthy bugger!" Gabriel hissed at a rat that scurried by. He was on his way to the cemetery, it always helped him calm down, and right now he could use some calming down. "They don't mean it, they never do." A timid young woman brushed by him, her nose titled high in the air. It was a little late for a shopping trip, so he assumed she was a higher paid prostitute, making her rounds. Gabriel stumbled, suddenly ravenous, he licked his lips as the woman continued to strut down the block. He could catch her now, and no one would notice. A devilish smiled crept over his lips, as he began walking briskly in her direction. "Hey doll? Wanna party?" She asked, when he grabbed onto her shoulder. Gabe solemnly shook his head no, "Hey! Get off a' me!" The woman began to scream, but Gabriel silenced her by putting his hand over her mouth. He had lost control; his blind desires were overpowering him now. Slowly he removed his hand from her lips and the woman was shocked to find that no sound came out.
"Shhh" She struggled, but he overpowered her, and soon Gabe had her pinned to the ground while he strattled her. Her eyes were wide in fear, and Gabriel smiled. She finally saw his face in the moonlight, his skin had gone completely white and his sparkling eyes large and insect like. His hair was completely white, and his body, gaunt, nothing but skin and bones.
"Don't worry darling" He whispered, in an eerie high pitched voice, "This won't hurt a bit." The silvery wisps floated from her body, into his, and she was gone. Necro had taken another victim.
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"Home!" Aimée groaned as she trudged through the door.
"Shhhh, y'moms asleep."
"Did you guys decide on a name?"
"Well she finally convinced me'h dat Beau LeBeau sounded really bad."
"Yeah, it's a nice name but the whole Rhyming thing . . . eh."
Remy smiled and walked her up to her room.
"Y'home early, I thought ye'h would be out all night."
"Galena got sick."
"Oh"
"Yeah, uh," Aimée stuttered, she was a bad lier, "Bad shellfish"
"Right." He said smiling, and sitting down on her bed, "Now how about y'tell me why y'really came home early." Aimée frowned and laid down beside him. "I went out with Gabriel tonight."
"Aimée"
"Please, don't. He left early anyway, I think I scared him off."
"What happened?"
Aimée sniffed and rested her head on his chest, pulling his arms around her back.
"I told him about Didier, I think he thinks I was using him, the bring Didier back."
"No doubt dat boy's been though a lot."
"I didn't mean it."
"I kno', p'tit, ah kno'." They lay there in silence together, a father comforting his daughter. Trying to ease her broken heart with gentle words, when all he really wants to do is knock the boy who did it's teeth out. "Two peas in a pod." Aimée and Remy's heads popped up at the same time, their identical eyes a mixture of shock at the sudden appearance, and warmth at who it was. Rogue stood in her oversized tshirt and faded flannels smiling, her stomach had begun to slightly show.
"What can ah do fo' ya'h, chere?" She suddenly looked squeamish, Gambit groaned and rolled off the bed.
"'Sposed t'be invincible! Super Strength! An' she's afraid o' a god dammed spider." Rogue mocked him as he went, and blew Aimée a kiss, "Goodnight", she whispered before shutting the door. But she didn't feel like sleeping, so she popped on her Alanis Morrisette CD (Jagged Little Pill-my fav! Haha) and mellowed out.
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Gabriel whistled as he walked, the detour had taken longer than expected and the cemetery was still a block away. The burst of life had given him lots of energy, and he walked with a spring in his step, despite the fact that he had a dead prostitute hanging over his shoulder. "I'd say its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you", singing merrily he pushed open the gate and smiled, a fresh grave! At least then he didn't have to do any digging. Gabe tossed the body into the grave and nodded his head.
"Your getting too soft, Gabriel." The mental cuffs bound his hands and feet, causing Gabriel to trip and hit the ground. Mr. Sinister looming behind him, Madelyne at his side, carrying a large leather whip. "So when did we decide it okay for you to date the xgirls?" "wapitch!" (wapitch is the sound for a whip lash) "Oh no! Even better, One of the two who has absorption powers!" "wapitch!" "And add to that, shes the daughter of my X-Marauder, the very man who destroyed all of my cloning facilities." "wapitch!" "Even despite the fact that she's not the one who drains memories, your knowledge of my hull and tactics in general will ruin my plan! I would have to knock her out too, and you know how suspicious that would be?! " "wapitch!"
"So it was you?" Gabriel moaned, the pain was unbearable, and Madelyne showed no mercy, "You were the one who hurt Gabrielle!" "Yes, it was I, who else did you think, you fool!"
"wapitch!"
"You disappoint me, Gabriel, You are supposed to this almighty being, you were! This immortal entity, feeding off the lives of the living to raise the dead, and look at you." "wapitch!"
"unngh!"
"wapitch!"
"If its your beloved sister that you are so concerned over, don't worry, I wouldn't kill something so valauable. You and Gabrielle are a rare breed. Do you remember me coming to you that day? All those years ago? Back when I had a time turner under my control?"
"wapitch!"
"I told you I had faith in you, that you would be a man of greatness! And you will be, Necro, just keep focused!"
"wapitch!" "And stay the hell away from the Rogue's daughter, Gambit recognizes you." "unngh"
Sinister and Madelyne disappeared in a puff of smoke. Gabriel lies in the middle of the cemetery, bruised and battered. His body beaten to a bloody pulp (try saying THAT 10 times fast! Haha , oh sorry . . . this is a serious mood)
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"Would you forgive me love
if I cried in you shower Would you forgive me love
For the salt in your bed Would you forgive me love
If I cried all afternoon"
With the last strums of Alanis' guitar, the song was over.
Aimée sighed, and looked out her window. She was sitting on her bed, cutting out pictures from a magazine. Her schoolbooks were getting so boring and she wanted to decorate them. She was concerned, what if he didn't come back? What if, because of her, he decided the Xmen were just trying to use him? Aimée Groaned and sunk her head into her arms, wishing she could take everything back.
"Ow!" Blood, there was blood one her PJ pants, damn, she had slashed her arm (not very badly, mind you) with the scissors. "That's gonna leave a mark." And with those immortal words from Chris Farley, she headed down to the med lab. It seemed they always ran out of band-aids.
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Gambit lie awake, his wife's head resting on his chest. He didn't know how she could sleep. Remy had this horrible sense, this feeling . . . something wasn't right.
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"Gabriel?" Aimée called out, stepping into his guest room. The bathroom light was on. Aimée frowned and sat down on the bed, he was probably showering, but there was no harm in waiting. He deserved an apology, and that was what she was gonna give him. The smooth rock of "The Verve" (vair cool band!) was softly playing on his speakers.
"Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees . . . yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me, now" She laid her head on the pillow, inhaling his scent. "* gasp *" Aimée hastily sat back up, staring at Gabriel in front of her. He was shirtless, in a towel from the waist down. His back was covered in long dark scars, and fresh slashes, as if from a whip. Pain was etched into his face, as he gawked back at her, desperately trying to cover up what she just saw. "Gabriel."
"It's nothing. I'll be fine."
"I-I-came here to apologize." He was still standing there, with that frightened look on his face, like he was 5 years old and just got caught drawing on the couch. She couldn't help but comfort him, "Come here, let me see."
"Please . . . don't"
"Shh" Aimée helped him lie down on his stomach, reaching into his medicine cabinet for some antibacterial gel, and gauze. In gentle circles she rubbed his back, delicately tending to his wounds.
"I don't know what's going on with you Gabriel, and I'm not going to press you . . .but please, please be safe. I'm worried about you."
He grimaced each time she ran over a slash, his face contorting in pain. Reaching up his arm, he stopped her, and turned face to face.
"I'm sorry I left," He said, frowning, "It was because of what you said. Aimée, I've had to deal with this my whole life, and I didn't want you to be like them. I just didn't think you would use me, for my abilities. I hate them, what they do to me, its not worth it, but that's my burden." "For having such a gift . . ."
"Its not a gift! It's a curse. My mother died in my arms when I was 14, my sister was only 8, and I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her. The one time I needed it."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. And Didier, it just slipped out, I care about you. I don't want to hurt you. But, I can't help but think that you're putting yourself in serious danger here!"
She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. Gabriel frowned, reaching a hand to her cheek.
"Don't worry about me love, I'm a survivor, I can make it through."
"Oh" A moan escaped her lips before she crushed them into his. The kiss was long, and deep. Passion exploding between them, their bodies melting into one.
"Stop"
"What?" She stared at him confused, but nevertheless he had pushed her back to stop him.
"Aimée you're not safe here. Please, I have to go"
"What? Go where? Gabriel you're not going anywhere! Sinister is out there!"
"There is no time to explain, I have to leave, I'm not safe here." He jumped up from the bed, and roughly pulled on a pair of jeans, the towel falling to the floor. "Come with me." "I can't, my family. Why aren't you safe here? We can protect you! The Xmen-" "Are no match for the Marauders."
"What are you talking about, stoppit!" She growled, reaching for his arm to stop him from pulling on his boots. "Aimée, I am telling you this for your own good. That attack was a decoy."
"A decoy for what?"
"There's no time! Just get out of here!" He yelled, quickly kissing her hard on the mouth. He was dashing for the door when it swung open in his face. Gambit stood there with a panicked look on his face, though hints of eagerness showed through. He stared for a moment at his daughter on the bed and Gabriel's lack of a shirt, but shook his head, there was no time.
"Quick! Downstairs! De Marauder's are attackin'!"
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~!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA !!!!!
-FOo
