(No the shape-shifting mutant is not Mystique . . . The difference is that
this mutant can't become any animals, only humans. ?: if Mystique can
become any living thing, then can she turn into a tree?! SOMEONE ANSWER
THIS PLEASE)
and a special congrats to Fleurdelys on her engagement! * I would dedicate this chapter to you . . . but, lol, it doesn't exactly fit the occasion *
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L'homme de la mort
Part 7.
Gabriel's Secret
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Aimée LeBeau swung open the backdoors with force, her wild mane flowing free, and her eyes shifting to a dangerous color. Her figure only illuminated by the occasional red glow from Cyclops. She was no longer Aimée LeBeau, she was Fauve, and it was time for battle.
Hank McCoy, a furry blue mutant better known as beast, appeared beside her, Nightcrawler on his back.
"I got your back"
"Not necessary, Beast!" She yelled, leaping into the heat of the battle. The Marauders were hard at work, alongside of a bushel of unidentified lackeys. Sinister had trained them well, and they were faring much better than most of the Xmen. Wolverine was locked into a deep battle with a frightening Marauder named Prue, their claws slashing mercilessly at each other. Their blues eyes locked together in an animal rage.
"AGH!" Wolverine fell to the ground; she had slashed him deep across the stomach. He was half surprised, he never got hit.
"Infectious!" Prudence yelled, barreling away to take on Bishop. A platinum haired man appeared, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. Slowly, the man they called infectious, raised his arm. His fingers stretched painfully while a look of intense concentration came over his face. "UNGH!!!" The smaller man screamed out in pain as more and more blood seeped from his wound, it wasn't healing. In fact, the cuts looked as if they were growing larger.
"No way buddy!" The young mutant Jubilee cried, tackling him to the ground, smearing mud all over his pristine suit, "If I were you, I'd leave Wolvie' over there alone, he don't exactly know how to place nice. But I'm guessing," She said, using all her strength to keep him pinned to the ground, "You ain't into playin' nice neither." "Jubilee!" Gambit yelled, charging up some cards to a dangerous level, "WATCH OUT!" The cards exploded on the Marauder's face, but the raven- haired hipster (I sound like I'm 80!) rolled away just in time.
Across the courtyard, the others weren't fairing so well. Psylocke ducked all of Wrath's haphazard blows, but he was keeping her far away enough from his body for her to be able to use the psychic knife.
"Psylocke! I'm on it!" Jean yelled, reaching her hands to her temples. Wrath slowly rose into the air, yelling and thrashing in the process. "WHAT!? PUT ME DOWN!" Betsy jumped, and nailed him, right in the groin, and with an earsplitting scream he landed with a thud on the ground. Psylocke mentally thanked Jean and ran over to help the others. The former miss marvel locked into battle with a few guards, but took them all down with a series of well-placed kicks. Spinning around she came face to face with her 2yr old son, Seth.
"Sethy what are you doing here?"
"Mommy, I'm scared!" Jean scooped up his tiny body and ran to the mansion, setting him down at the gates.
"Go find O'Rya, Sethy, mommy will be fine."
"Oh no you won't" He replied, in an alarmingly grown up voice.
"Wha?" But the kick to her neck silenced her.
"Thanks Babe," Pussycat smiled, and shook the hand of Jean's son, who morphed into a tall Hispanic woman. Jean was down for the count.
--------------- (the same scene, but a different area) "Any one know how t'play 52 pickup?" Gambit smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he proudly held his deck before the crowd of angry soldiers, "Non? Lemme give ye'h a lesson." Three cards flew out of the deck at rapid speed, the explosions knocking the mob down on their backs.
"You could handle them, cajun'" Madelyne smiled, floating over to where he was recovering, "But tell me, can you handle me?" She wiped the smile off of his face, by sending him flying back 20 or 30 feet.
"Gambit!" Rogue flew over to him, an icy glare fixated at the devilish redhead. Madelyne scoffed and went back to her spot by Sinister on the jet. It seemed the ragin' Cajun would be out for a while also.
"Brilliant work, Madelyne." Sinister said with a frightening smile, "However, our task is not yet finished. Retrieve the girl, and we can go. These Xmen are no match for my Marauders." "And what of The Necromancer?"
"He will come back on his own, once I have his precious sister in my possession. Though I suppose some coaxing may be necessary." ----------
"Aimée! Watch out!" The flying rock was quickly demolished by a blast from Scott's visor. Aimée smiled at him and raced to catch up with her new advisary. Prue was fast, but Aimée was definetly more agile.
"Come on! Show me all you got!" She hissed, ducking the furious bone claws and their wild swipes. Aimée planted a firm kick in Prue's gut, but surprisingly, the only thing she hurt was her foot, "Wow, you take that washboard abs thing really seriously, don't you?" "AH!" She regretted having such an inactive power, Prue had been smart and covered up most of her body. No doubt on Sinister's orders. Using all the force she had, Aimée drove her heel deep into the blonde woman's belly, causing her to double over in pain, gasping for breath. A lowblows, and the Marauder was unconscious. Smiling, Aimée spun around.
"Aimée! Behind you!" "Wha-?" A giant man smiled down at her. He had wild black hair, and was of aborigni descent. His eyes were mad, hidden under two bush eyebrows. He was the Marauder, Wrath. Aimée gasped, he was the man who had killed her three days ago.
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"Hiding from me Gabriel?"
Gabe's head flashed up, beads of sweat dripped from his face as he turned to meet Sinister.
"That's not happiness to see me."
"Been watchin' to many movies, m'lord." "Ha!" Sinister's black lips curled up into a smile, "You always could make me laugh."
"Is that even possible?"
"Don't test me Gabriel." "What do ye'h want?"
"I want you back on my team."
"No."
"Necro, do you honestly expect the Xmen to take you? To house you and invite you along? How long do you think it will be before they discover your dirty little secret? Hmmm?" "I never said I would go with the Xmen!" He yelled, reeling on his former master, "I can take care of myself!"
"And the girl?"
"There is no girl."
"Ha! You lie, boy. Aimée. I know what you did."
"I did nothing! Leave me be Sinister or I swe-AHH!" Sinister smiled as he stretched out his fingers. Gabriel's body writhed on the ground, sweat cascaded down his face, his features contorting unnaturally.
"You swear what? You seem to forget the power I hold over you!"
His eyes began to bulge, as his handsome tan faded more and more, his skin turning stark white.
"You are evil. Dark. You were an outcast! A monster! And I took you in! I saved you, Gabriel. I saved you from the beast that you were. You came willingly, leaving your baby sister behind all those years ago. I harvested you into a fighting machine, and put you in control of your thirst for death. You were the best, indestructible. An invincible, immortal being, and this is how you repay me. The great necromancer goes soft, for a nice pair of legs."
The fat and muscle disappeared from his body, leaving only bones. His hair thinned and turned gray, as he lay gasping for breath.
"I had hoped, you would come back willingly. Happy at the prospect of being able to see your family again, but no, I must resort to this. Agree now Gabriel, and I won't expose you for what you really are."
"NO!!!"
"No? FINE!"
The creature was frightening. His stance was hunched, the vertebrae on his back showing proudly through the white papery skin. His bulbous, shining eyes illuminating the grotesque features. The two gray orbs stared blankly at Mr. Sinister, almost looking frightened. He scampered away with a flash, leaving a smiling Sinister.
"This should be interesting."
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"AHA!" Wrath charged at her with full force, his large muscular arms swinging madly. Aimée ducked a few of his blows, using her acrobatic skills to escape his rage. He was a beast, determined to make her bleed.
"Get over here wench!" Wrath growled, as she slipped through his fingers once again. Aimée glanced behind her shoulder. Back and forth, back and forth they went, until finally . . . Aimée spotted what she was looking for. Cyclops was lying unconscious on the ground a few feet away, with a slight grin she ran towards him. "Don't worry Cykes, this won't hurt a bit." She whispered, reaching for his visor. Gently she placed her hand on his forehead. Her head shot back, but before her eyes could flash open, Aimée firmly placed the visor over her eyes. Wrath was on her again, but at least this time she had something to fight back with. The snarl was smacked off his face with a rapid fire of optic blasts. Wrath collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"That was easy." She frowned, staring at her adversary. "Not quite." Aimée spun around, Prue was back up . . . literally. The blonde mutant smiled, as she hovered a few feet above the ground.
"What the?"
"Telekinesis."
"Shit!" Aimée ran with her hands covering her head, trying desperately to dodge the debris being flung towards her. Prue was to strong! Suddenly, a revelation came. Her powers, her mutant abilities, how she had defeated Wrath. Cyclops was no match for Jean and Wolverine, but maybe some others were! Aimée felt her heart beat faster as she looked at all of her fallen comrades, Bishop and Jean lay scattered around the bodies of Sinister's many soldiers.
"Papa!" She yelled, noticing his body, unconscious on the ground. Prue was floating several feet behind her, fending off Jubilee's fireworks. "Oh Papa, please wake up, I need your help."
"Unngh?"
"Crazy flying wolverine, with telekinesis."
"Yeah Dat's bad."
"can you move?"
"Yeah"
"Good, hold on a second."
Lying next to Gambit was Angel, she gently placed her palm upon his cheek. "AAHHH!" large black wings sprouted from her back and began flapping wildly. Prue had knocked out Jubilee, and a still sitting Gambit was fending her off with pebbles.
"Aimée, She's got de damn healing factor!" "Hold on!" Slowly she got the wings in sync, and rose into the air. Prudence looked startled, but only for a moment, and wrapping a bar around Gambit's hands turned to face the formidable opponent. Swipe. Blast. Duck. Flap. The two flying females dueled mercilessly. Aimée was faster with her wings, but Prue was definitely more stable with her abilities. She easily countered the optic blasts, and whatever she didn't dodge, instantly healed.
"This is impossible!"
"Indeed! Face it, you are no match for me!"
"Oh really?" "YEAH!" "Well try this on f'size!" Rogue suddenly appeared, wielding a large piece of metal. With her super strength, she slammed it into Prudence's tiny yet powerful frame.
"Thanks mom."
"No pro-AHH!" Wrath had awoken, his shirt was singed to pieces, but his durability protected his body from any permanent harm. He knocked down the invincible Rogue with one punch (shudder) that alone showing Aimée how powerful he was. Looking down, she saw he had knocked her father unconscious once again. She fired optic blasts, but they did nothing, the monster just drew closer.
"back off! I'm warning you!"
"Don' wanna hurt ya'h tiny woman, Wrath just want you to see." She was fast, but he was faster, and he had her by the legs in less than a second. Aimée screamed in pain as he snapped her wings between his massive hands, and pinned her arms behind her back.
"Don' move, Sinister said t'keep ya'h alive," and with a horrible grin he added, "You'll like this." She strained her eyes to see, but she wasn't exactly used to the ruby glasses. A small black figure darted into her peripheral vision. It was oddly familiar. She gasped, it was the thing she saw that night . . . the creature she saw kill that girl. It had the same bulging eyes, and bony figure, and a hump on its back. The creature scampered towards her mother's unconscious body, and lowered its mouth over Rogue.
"Wait? What's going on!? LET ME GO! NO! MAMA!!"
The silvery wisps floated from Rogue into the creatures mouth, as it slowly regenerated with each sip.
"Stoppit! STOP! STOP!" Aimée screamed and kicked Wrath sharply in the stomach. Not since the battle with Sinister had she exerted so much force into a move. He fell backwards, freeing her to go. Aimée raced towards her mother's body, as the creature continued to drink her life essence.
She reached for her visor, ready to blow him away, but suddenly . . . She froze, The beast had once again become a man, and slowly turned to face her.
"Gabriel?"
Yes, it was Gabriel, his eyes apologetic, and his mouth a straight line.
"Gabriel what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Aimée, I really am."
His arm reached towards her, and his fingers began to stretch painfully. Gabe's eyes began to water as Aimée slowly lifted off the ground. Her body locked up, every vein popped out of her body as her face grew pale. "I don' t'ink so, homme!" Gambit tackled the necromancer to the ground, his face wild with paternal fury. Aimée's body collapsed on the grass. Remy straddled Gabriel's body, his fists furiously punching the handsome face again and again. Suddenly Remy's hands froze and slowly raised above his head.
"Unngh, wha'?" Mr. Sinister suddenly appeared in front of him, his face curving up into a very unattractive smile.
"Good Evening Remy." He hissed, glancing down at Gabriel, "Gabriel, up, he can't do anything now."
"Sinister y'bastard!" "I have grown quite powerful, and as you can see from my young associate here, my followers are quite powerful also. Its such a shame that you are no longer one of my Marauders, but no bother, I will have your powers under my control soon enough."
"What's dat supposed t'mean?"
"Never you mind. Gabriel, get back to the ship. Pick up any Marauders, but forget the guards, they are expendable."
"I always remembered dat bout' you Sinister, coldhearted."
"Gambit, I could kill you right now."
"Den why don' y'eh!"
"Because, I have other plans for you, better ways to make you suffer." Sinister looked at Aimée for a moment, smiled and walked away. When the ship took off, Gambit was free from his bindings. He crawled over to his unconscious wife.
"Rogue," He whispered, attempting to revive her, "Rogue?"
"Papa? What's going on?" Aimée woke up, staring confused at her father's panicked features.
"Rogue!?"
"ROGUE!!"
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~I suppose it's a little strange that she still hasn't confessed her real name . . . I guess I just forgot about that. ERGH, that stinks.
Oh yeah By the way . . .
HAHAHAHA!!!!!!! I love leaving you in a cliffhanger!
-Foo
and a special congrats to Fleurdelys on her engagement! * I would dedicate this chapter to you . . . but, lol, it doesn't exactly fit the occasion *
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L'homme de la mort
Part 7.
Gabriel's Secret
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Aimée LeBeau swung open the backdoors with force, her wild mane flowing free, and her eyes shifting to a dangerous color. Her figure only illuminated by the occasional red glow from Cyclops. She was no longer Aimée LeBeau, she was Fauve, and it was time for battle.
Hank McCoy, a furry blue mutant better known as beast, appeared beside her, Nightcrawler on his back.
"I got your back"
"Not necessary, Beast!" She yelled, leaping into the heat of the battle. The Marauders were hard at work, alongside of a bushel of unidentified lackeys. Sinister had trained them well, and they were faring much better than most of the Xmen. Wolverine was locked into a deep battle with a frightening Marauder named Prue, their claws slashing mercilessly at each other. Their blues eyes locked together in an animal rage.
"AGH!" Wolverine fell to the ground; she had slashed him deep across the stomach. He was half surprised, he never got hit.
"Infectious!" Prudence yelled, barreling away to take on Bishop. A platinum haired man appeared, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smirk. Slowly, the man they called infectious, raised his arm. His fingers stretched painfully while a look of intense concentration came over his face. "UNGH!!!" The smaller man screamed out in pain as more and more blood seeped from his wound, it wasn't healing. In fact, the cuts looked as if they were growing larger.
"No way buddy!" The young mutant Jubilee cried, tackling him to the ground, smearing mud all over his pristine suit, "If I were you, I'd leave Wolvie' over there alone, he don't exactly know how to place nice. But I'm guessing," She said, using all her strength to keep him pinned to the ground, "You ain't into playin' nice neither." "Jubilee!" Gambit yelled, charging up some cards to a dangerous level, "WATCH OUT!" The cards exploded on the Marauder's face, but the raven- haired hipster (I sound like I'm 80!) rolled away just in time.
Across the courtyard, the others weren't fairing so well. Psylocke ducked all of Wrath's haphazard blows, but he was keeping her far away enough from his body for her to be able to use the psychic knife.
"Psylocke! I'm on it!" Jean yelled, reaching her hands to her temples. Wrath slowly rose into the air, yelling and thrashing in the process. "WHAT!? PUT ME DOWN!" Betsy jumped, and nailed him, right in the groin, and with an earsplitting scream he landed with a thud on the ground. Psylocke mentally thanked Jean and ran over to help the others. The former miss marvel locked into battle with a few guards, but took them all down with a series of well-placed kicks. Spinning around she came face to face with her 2yr old son, Seth.
"Sethy what are you doing here?"
"Mommy, I'm scared!" Jean scooped up his tiny body and ran to the mansion, setting him down at the gates.
"Go find O'Rya, Sethy, mommy will be fine."
"Oh no you won't" He replied, in an alarmingly grown up voice.
"Wha?" But the kick to her neck silenced her.
"Thanks Babe," Pussycat smiled, and shook the hand of Jean's son, who morphed into a tall Hispanic woman. Jean was down for the count.
--------------- (the same scene, but a different area) "Any one know how t'play 52 pickup?" Gambit smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he proudly held his deck before the crowd of angry soldiers, "Non? Lemme give ye'h a lesson." Three cards flew out of the deck at rapid speed, the explosions knocking the mob down on their backs.
"You could handle them, cajun'" Madelyne smiled, floating over to where he was recovering, "But tell me, can you handle me?" She wiped the smile off of his face, by sending him flying back 20 or 30 feet.
"Gambit!" Rogue flew over to him, an icy glare fixated at the devilish redhead. Madelyne scoffed and went back to her spot by Sinister on the jet. It seemed the ragin' Cajun would be out for a while also.
"Brilliant work, Madelyne." Sinister said with a frightening smile, "However, our task is not yet finished. Retrieve the girl, and we can go. These Xmen are no match for my Marauders." "And what of The Necromancer?"
"He will come back on his own, once I have his precious sister in my possession. Though I suppose some coaxing may be necessary." ----------
"Aimée! Watch out!" The flying rock was quickly demolished by a blast from Scott's visor. Aimée smiled at him and raced to catch up with her new advisary. Prue was fast, but Aimée was definetly more agile.
"Come on! Show me all you got!" She hissed, ducking the furious bone claws and their wild swipes. Aimée planted a firm kick in Prue's gut, but surprisingly, the only thing she hurt was her foot, "Wow, you take that washboard abs thing really seriously, don't you?" "AH!" She regretted having such an inactive power, Prue had been smart and covered up most of her body. No doubt on Sinister's orders. Using all the force she had, Aimée drove her heel deep into the blonde woman's belly, causing her to double over in pain, gasping for breath. A lowblows, and the Marauder was unconscious. Smiling, Aimée spun around.
"Aimée! Behind you!" "Wha-?" A giant man smiled down at her. He had wild black hair, and was of aborigni descent. His eyes were mad, hidden under two bush eyebrows. He was the Marauder, Wrath. Aimée gasped, he was the man who had killed her three days ago.
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"Hiding from me Gabriel?"
Gabe's head flashed up, beads of sweat dripped from his face as he turned to meet Sinister.
"That's not happiness to see me."
"Been watchin' to many movies, m'lord." "Ha!" Sinister's black lips curled up into a smile, "You always could make me laugh."
"Is that even possible?"
"Don't test me Gabriel." "What do ye'h want?"
"I want you back on my team."
"No."
"Necro, do you honestly expect the Xmen to take you? To house you and invite you along? How long do you think it will be before they discover your dirty little secret? Hmmm?" "I never said I would go with the Xmen!" He yelled, reeling on his former master, "I can take care of myself!"
"And the girl?"
"There is no girl."
"Ha! You lie, boy. Aimée. I know what you did."
"I did nothing! Leave me be Sinister or I swe-AHH!" Sinister smiled as he stretched out his fingers. Gabriel's body writhed on the ground, sweat cascaded down his face, his features contorting unnaturally.
"You swear what? You seem to forget the power I hold over you!"
His eyes began to bulge, as his handsome tan faded more and more, his skin turning stark white.
"You are evil. Dark. You were an outcast! A monster! And I took you in! I saved you, Gabriel. I saved you from the beast that you were. You came willingly, leaving your baby sister behind all those years ago. I harvested you into a fighting machine, and put you in control of your thirst for death. You were the best, indestructible. An invincible, immortal being, and this is how you repay me. The great necromancer goes soft, for a nice pair of legs."
The fat and muscle disappeared from his body, leaving only bones. His hair thinned and turned gray, as he lay gasping for breath.
"I had hoped, you would come back willingly. Happy at the prospect of being able to see your family again, but no, I must resort to this. Agree now Gabriel, and I won't expose you for what you really are."
"NO!!!"
"No? FINE!"
The creature was frightening. His stance was hunched, the vertebrae on his back showing proudly through the white papery skin. His bulbous, shining eyes illuminating the grotesque features. The two gray orbs stared blankly at Mr. Sinister, almost looking frightened. He scampered away with a flash, leaving a smiling Sinister.
"This should be interesting."
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"AHA!" Wrath charged at her with full force, his large muscular arms swinging madly. Aimée ducked a few of his blows, using her acrobatic skills to escape his rage. He was a beast, determined to make her bleed.
"Get over here wench!" Wrath growled, as she slipped through his fingers once again. Aimée glanced behind her shoulder. Back and forth, back and forth they went, until finally . . . Aimée spotted what she was looking for. Cyclops was lying unconscious on the ground a few feet away, with a slight grin she ran towards him. "Don't worry Cykes, this won't hurt a bit." She whispered, reaching for his visor. Gently she placed her hand on his forehead. Her head shot back, but before her eyes could flash open, Aimée firmly placed the visor over her eyes. Wrath was on her again, but at least this time she had something to fight back with. The snarl was smacked off his face with a rapid fire of optic blasts. Wrath collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"That was easy." She frowned, staring at her adversary. "Not quite." Aimée spun around, Prue was back up . . . literally. The blonde mutant smiled, as she hovered a few feet above the ground.
"What the?"
"Telekinesis."
"Shit!" Aimée ran with her hands covering her head, trying desperately to dodge the debris being flung towards her. Prue was to strong! Suddenly, a revelation came. Her powers, her mutant abilities, how she had defeated Wrath. Cyclops was no match for Jean and Wolverine, but maybe some others were! Aimée felt her heart beat faster as she looked at all of her fallen comrades, Bishop and Jean lay scattered around the bodies of Sinister's many soldiers.
"Papa!" She yelled, noticing his body, unconscious on the ground. Prue was floating several feet behind her, fending off Jubilee's fireworks. "Oh Papa, please wake up, I need your help."
"Unngh?"
"Crazy flying wolverine, with telekinesis."
"Yeah Dat's bad."
"can you move?"
"Yeah"
"Good, hold on a second."
Lying next to Gambit was Angel, she gently placed her palm upon his cheek. "AAHHH!" large black wings sprouted from her back and began flapping wildly. Prue had knocked out Jubilee, and a still sitting Gambit was fending her off with pebbles.
"Aimée, She's got de damn healing factor!" "Hold on!" Slowly she got the wings in sync, and rose into the air. Prudence looked startled, but only for a moment, and wrapping a bar around Gambit's hands turned to face the formidable opponent. Swipe. Blast. Duck. Flap. The two flying females dueled mercilessly. Aimée was faster with her wings, but Prue was definitely more stable with her abilities. She easily countered the optic blasts, and whatever she didn't dodge, instantly healed.
"This is impossible!"
"Indeed! Face it, you are no match for me!"
"Oh really?" "YEAH!" "Well try this on f'size!" Rogue suddenly appeared, wielding a large piece of metal. With her super strength, she slammed it into Prudence's tiny yet powerful frame.
"Thanks mom."
"No pro-AHH!" Wrath had awoken, his shirt was singed to pieces, but his durability protected his body from any permanent harm. He knocked down the invincible Rogue with one punch (shudder) that alone showing Aimée how powerful he was. Looking down, she saw he had knocked her father unconscious once again. She fired optic blasts, but they did nothing, the monster just drew closer.
"back off! I'm warning you!"
"Don' wanna hurt ya'h tiny woman, Wrath just want you to see." She was fast, but he was faster, and he had her by the legs in less than a second. Aimée screamed in pain as he snapped her wings between his massive hands, and pinned her arms behind her back.
"Don' move, Sinister said t'keep ya'h alive," and with a horrible grin he added, "You'll like this." She strained her eyes to see, but she wasn't exactly used to the ruby glasses. A small black figure darted into her peripheral vision. It was oddly familiar. She gasped, it was the thing she saw that night . . . the creature she saw kill that girl. It had the same bulging eyes, and bony figure, and a hump on its back. The creature scampered towards her mother's unconscious body, and lowered its mouth over Rogue.
"Wait? What's going on!? LET ME GO! NO! MAMA!!"
The silvery wisps floated from Rogue into the creatures mouth, as it slowly regenerated with each sip.
"Stoppit! STOP! STOP!" Aimée screamed and kicked Wrath sharply in the stomach. Not since the battle with Sinister had she exerted so much force into a move. He fell backwards, freeing her to go. Aimée raced towards her mother's body, as the creature continued to drink her life essence.
She reached for her visor, ready to blow him away, but suddenly . . . She froze, The beast had once again become a man, and slowly turned to face her.
"Gabriel?"
Yes, it was Gabriel, his eyes apologetic, and his mouth a straight line.
"Gabriel what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Aimée, I really am."
His arm reached towards her, and his fingers began to stretch painfully. Gabe's eyes began to water as Aimée slowly lifted off the ground. Her body locked up, every vein popped out of her body as her face grew pale. "I don' t'ink so, homme!" Gambit tackled the necromancer to the ground, his face wild with paternal fury. Aimée's body collapsed on the grass. Remy straddled Gabriel's body, his fists furiously punching the handsome face again and again. Suddenly Remy's hands froze and slowly raised above his head.
"Unngh, wha'?" Mr. Sinister suddenly appeared in front of him, his face curving up into a very unattractive smile.
"Good Evening Remy." He hissed, glancing down at Gabriel, "Gabriel, up, he can't do anything now."
"Sinister y'bastard!" "I have grown quite powerful, and as you can see from my young associate here, my followers are quite powerful also. Its such a shame that you are no longer one of my Marauders, but no bother, I will have your powers under my control soon enough."
"What's dat supposed t'mean?"
"Never you mind. Gabriel, get back to the ship. Pick up any Marauders, but forget the guards, they are expendable."
"I always remembered dat bout' you Sinister, coldhearted."
"Gambit, I could kill you right now."
"Den why don' y'eh!"
"Because, I have other plans for you, better ways to make you suffer." Sinister looked at Aimée for a moment, smiled and walked away. When the ship took off, Gambit was free from his bindings. He crawled over to his unconscious wife.
"Rogue," He whispered, attempting to revive her, "Rogue?"
"Papa? What's going on?" Aimée woke up, staring confused at her father's panicked features.
"Rogue!?"
"ROGUE!!"
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~I suppose it's a little strange that she still hasn't confessed her real name . . . I guess I just forgot about that. ERGH, that stinks.
Oh yeah By the way . . .
HAHAHAHA!!!!!!! I love leaving you in a cliffhanger!
-Foo
