When the guys got back from the weight room, Peter had a self satisfied smirk plastered on his face.
"You know neither of us can lift more than you, so why do you always have that smirk on your face when we get back?!" Bobby asked with mock anger, making Remy snicker under his breath.
"Because, my friend, it's always funny to see your face when I reach three hundred on the bench." Peter flexed his arm, making Bobby grunt an inaudible response and Remy laughed out loud.
Once they got back to their room, Bobby pulled his Playstation out and challenged Peter to a race. Peter obliged immediately and sat down to the challenge. When Bobby had won the first race, he laughed triumphantly.
"Hey Rem, did you see that last move?" Bobby asked to the empty room. "Rem?" Bobby and Peter turned to see a note left on the bed.
Bobby and Peter,
I figured you'd be at that game for awhile, so I decided to check out the grounds and maybe go hit on your girlfriends. Kidding at the last part guys. Don't worry, I'll be back for supper, you guys probably don't want me hanging around all the time any ways, although you guys don't look half as good without me around. I'll be back later!
Remy
Bobby just shrugged and went back to the game, and Peter read the note over again before going back to gaming with Bobby.
{I hope we didn't exclude him... Maybe Bobby and I should go to town with him tomorrow, just the guys.} Peter thought while he was racing Bobby.
Remy was having quite the substantial amount of time to think. He walked around the grounds until he found A large oak tree near a pond. He thought this was the best place to think about everything that happened to him.
{Well, dis is quite de place to live. I didn' t'ink dat Xavier was gonna take Remy in. Remy always been de outsider, even among mutants, Remy always been de t'ief dat nobody can trust. Remy shouldn' of told dem lies about t'ieving, Remy's ot'er powers and killin' Julien. Now dey'll never trust Remy once de trut' comes out, an' it's just gettin' worse by de day. Mebbe Remy should just tell dem an' leave again. Live on de streets for anot'er few anées.} Remy's thoughts were suddenly broken by a voice, he then realized he was fingering the switchblade in his trench pocket and quickly withdrew his hand.
"You actually thinkin', Swamp rat?" Rogue's voice was cool and collected, but her green eyes showed confusion.
"Oui, chere, much to yo' disbelief, Remy can t'ink for 'imself." Remy said and quickly took out his cigarettes. He hadn't smoked since he'd been here, and it was almost killing him. He went to charge the tip, but then realized he hadn't shown the others his explosive power yet, so decided on the lighter he kept in his pocket anyways. He took a long drag and then Rogue sat down beside him and drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Remy glanced at her and wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let go, but he couldn't. First, she was untouchable. {Sad, for a femme dat beautiful.} Remy thought immediately. Secondly, she was with Bobby. {Good boys get all de luck.} Remy thought at this, but he couldn't stay that mad at his friend for any more than a few minutes. His thoughts were broken by Rogue's words.
"You're not supposed to smoke, Rem. It's against the school rules." She said simply, but she didn't seem to be affected by the smoke.
"Remy ain't exac'ly one to follow de rules, Rogue." Remy said, and Rogue let it drop. {He probably feels so suffocated, being in a big place, with so many other kids his age. But he just has that air about him, like his hiding something, and he's being arrogant about it.} She thought, her mind trailing from sadness to anger.
"What're you hidin' from us, Swamp rat?" Rogue asked, more harshly than she meant to. She looked over at him, and what she saw amazed her. She saw a momentary lapse of worry on his face, but it was quickly covered by that smirk.
{Him and that damn smirk!} Rogue thought. {As if he thinks it's sexy and charming. Ah seriously don't see what Jubes sees in him.} The butt of a cigarette caught her attention and she was drawn out of her thoughts by solemn words.
"It's not'in dat Remy can tell you now, Rogue. But if Remy could change de past, he would've been honest from de start. For now, Remy's diggin' himself deeper, an' when it all comes out, you gonna hate me." Remy said with a large tone of sadness in his voice.
"We've all had our past hardships. We won't hate you for who you are, or what you've done. Remy, you're gonna have to deal with your past once it catches up to you. Whether it's gonna be tomorrow, or next week, or next month, it's gonna catch up to you. Are you ready to deal?" Was all Rgoue said before she got up and left him to his thoughts.
{De fille is right.} Remy thought as he fingered the knife again before pulling it out. {One day, Remy gonna let it slip, and dey may not hate Remy, but dey gonna judge 'im.} Before he knew it, his coat was down around his legs, and crimson red was mixing with silver and flesh. He was cutting himself again. He looked at his arm and felt the release as he carved intricate cuts into the badly scarred skin, watching the silver getting covered in blood. After he felt relieved, and a little light headed, he wiped the blade of with some dead leaves before sheathing it in the handle and waiting for the cuts to stop bleeding.
Half an hour later, Remy was walking back to the school when he was intercepted by a sad looking Peter.
"Peter, what's wrong mon ami?" Remy said, looking concerned.
"I've been looking for you all over. I'm so sorry for Bobby and I excluding you. I should have thought things through -" Peter started, but Remy wouldn't hear it.
"S'okay Peter. Remy jus' walked around de grounds for awhile, and sat by de pond. Remy was jus' comin' back to see if you an' Bobby were done playin' yet." Remy said, putting his smirk back on his face happily.
"Yeah, we finished about an hour ago. I decided to come look for you. Bobby said it wasn't necessary because you left the note and all. But I got to thinking while I was playing. How about you, me and Bobby go into the city this afternoon for a few hours? Everything's open here all week long, so we can go and check out the sights. I need some new shirts anyways, and I think Bobby needs a jacket." Peter said, a little more happy now.
"Sounds good to Remy mon ami!" Remy said happily and led a much happier Peter to find Bobby.
Once they had found Bobby, they went to the garage. Remy instinctively went to his bike, and got looks of awe from his best friends.
"Quoi?" Remy said as Bobby opened up his jeep, still staring at Remy and his bike.
"How the hell did you get a BIKE?" Bobby asked, obviously jealous. "Scott wouldn't let me have a bike, he said it was too dangerous for me to ride one."
Remy looked dumbfounded. He'd snapped at Scott before he even knew him. He obviously respected Remy's items, if he let him keep the bike. "Remy had dis b'fore he came to de mansion. Remy guess dat Scott jus' lettin' him keep what's 'is." Remy said, before setting his helmet down and moving to the jeep. He realized he didn't know the way to the city, and didn't want to get lost laong the way.
After an hour of driving, they had come upon the mall. They decided to head in and get some new clothes. Once they got to the desired store, Peter looked around sheepishly before beginning his search. Once he had narrowed it down to the five best shirts in the store, he went and paid, happy with himself.
"You think Kitty will like them?" Peter asked with a small blush growing on his face.
"Of course, she likes anything you wear Peter." Bobby said jokingly, making Peter blush even more. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. "It's perfect!" Bobby said as he picked up the jacket and put it on.
"Remy agree wit' dat, mon ami. You look good in it, an' dat's sayin' a lot!" Remy said before giving Bobby an approving grin, and Bobby happily went and paid for his jacket.
Neither Peter nor Bobby had noticed Remy pick-pocketing at least ten people. Remy had bought himself a few new pairs of pants, then walked out with Bobby and Peter, intent on finding the Burger joint in the mall. Once they had sat down, They were talking about money.
"I came here with one hundred dollars, and now I'm broke!" Peter said, angry at himself. "Now what will I use to take Kitty to that fancy restaurant."
Remy smiled and shoved two hundred dollar bills in Peter's hand. "Remy came here wit' eight hundred on 'im." He said jovially against Peter's protests.
"And how much do you have now wise ass?" Bobby questioned, looking at Remy with a smug look on his face.
"Nine hundred." Remy said simply before realizing what he had said.
"I may not be the best at math Rem, but THAT does not add up." Bobby said.
"Well..." Remy began, but stumbled on the words before trying to think clearly. {Damn dat Rogue. She said dat my past would come back to haunt me. Why so soon?} He thought quickly before trying again. "My parents m'abandonne when Remy was jus' a bebe, cus o' my eyes. I grew up in a mutant prison, wit' a man called de Antiquary, but Remy break out when he was abou' dix, and lived on de streets for awhile. Remy tried to pickpocket a man called Jean-Luc LeBeau, an' for some reason, he took me in an' raised me as his own. He was a master t'ief in N'Orleans, an' he taught Remy all dat he knows!" Remy said, indicating his pride on the last part.
"Well, that's a new revelation. But it's not a big deal Rem. The adults might get a little mad, when they find out you're a thief and all, but we're cool with it!" Bobby said happily, and Peter nodded enthusiastically.
"It's no big deal, friend." Peter commented, and smiled as a wave of relief passed over Remy's face.
"M'sieu Logan knows dat Remy is a t'ief. De Wolverine caight Remy tryin' to steal his wallet. I was livin' on de streets 'gain." Remy said half heartedly.
"Something doesn't add up Remy. You said that you were living with Jean- Luc, and he loved you like his own son. Why were you on the streets if you had a family that accepted you?" Bobby asked, not wanting to upset Remy.
"M'sorry, mon ami, but Remy can not answer dat question right now." Remy said, and Bobby dropped the subject after Peter had scowled at him. Remy was lost in thought about his friends accepting at least a part of his past.
{Mebbe dey will accept de rest o' it. Even my ot'er power. If today is any foresight t'ough, Remy t'ink dat it will all be out in de open soon enough.} He was suddenly broken by the voice of some young men yelling.
"Hey mutie!" The first and largest of the men yelled angrily. "I thought I told you to stay out of the mall! We don't want your kind here!"
Remy watched as Bobby tensed, waiting for the inevitable fight to start. When the man came closer, Bobby turned and was met with a punch int he face. As blood started to run down their faces, Bobby blew a blast of ice at the three men, making them turn and run, right into Remy, who had shed his glasses. They stopped short and stared at Remy's demonic eyes.
"Boo." Remy said, completely emotionless. The three men screamed and ran away. Bobby got up and laughed, wiping more blood from his nose. Peter chucled before suggesting that they left. While in the car, Remy produced the three mens wallets and found a substantial amount of cash, which he promptly divided into three piles. When he handed Bobby and Peter their cut, they took it reluctantly, after Remy insisted it was the mens own fault for trying something against his friends.
When they got back, they immediately got summoned to Professor Xavier's office.
"What were you thinking using your powers in public?" Xavier said, not angry, but disappointed. "You risk exposure."
"He called us mutants first. We were already exposed." Peter retorted, and Xavier thought about this for a moment before speaking.
"You are confined to grounds for two weeks. Fair boys?" Xavier said.
"Yes Professor." The boys said in unison, before moving to walk out. "Remy could you stay a moment?" Xavier's voice rang out. Remy turned to his friends, and told them he'd be down to the training room soon, telling them to explain to Logan.
"What's de probleme, M'sieu Xavier?" Remy said, sitting lazily in one of the chairs.
"Well. I've been studying you're signature on cerebro, and I have noticed something about your powers." Xavier said tentatively. Remy tensed at the words, but the Professor continued. "I know about you're other power, but what confuses me is why you didn't say anything in our first meeting." Xavier let the words sink in before asking Remy. "Why didn't you."
Remy was sitting upright, and worry flashed all over his face. "Remy was afraid dat you would turn 'im away, for fear dat he would blow up de entire school." Remy said sadly. "Remy'll get 'is t'ings an' leave."
"You can't leave, Mr. LeBeau, you're confined to grounds for two weeks." Remy looked up to see a smile on Xavier's face. "Remy, we don't turn children away for their mutations. I know what the power is, but I don't understand the nature. Could you aid in this matter?" Xavier ask.
"Remy can stay?" He asked before the question sank in. When he got an approving nod from Xavier, he finally answered his question. "Remy can change de potential 'nergy in any inanimate object into kinetic 'nergy, chargin' it up to de point of explosion on contact." Remy said. "It takes longer dependin' on de size."
"I see." Xavier said. "Well, I won't make this knowledge public, but I must inform you that in order to gain trust, you must give trust. I will leave it up to you to reveal this information to the others, but I have to advise that you do so soon."
Remy nodded then asked if he could leave. "Of course. If I'm not mistaken, you are late for a training session. This may be an ideal time, but explain when you are ready. You may go." Remy got up and left, intent on going to his training session and letting the Professor's words sink in.
"I will tell dem. When I'm ready t'ough." Remy muttered to himself as he rounded the corner to the training room.
"You know neither of us can lift more than you, so why do you always have that smirk on your face when we get back?!" Bobby asked with mock anger, making Remy snicker under his breath.
"Because, my friend, it's always funny to see your face when I reach three hundred on the bench." Peter flexed his arm, making Bobby grunt an inaudible response and Remy laughed out loud.
Once they got back to their room, Bobby pulled his Playstation out and challenged Peter to a race. Peter obliged immediately and sat down to the challenge. When Bobby had won the first race, he laughed triumphantly.
"Hey Rem, did you see that last move?" Bobby asked to the empty room. "Rem?" Bobby and Peter turned to see a note left on the bed.
Bobby and Peter,
I figured you'd be at that game for awhile, so I decided to check out the grounds and maybe go hit on your girlfriends. Kidding at the last part guys. Don't worry, I'll be back for supper, you guys probably don't want me hanging around all the time any ways, although you guys don't look half as good without me around. I'll be back later!
Remy
Bobby just shrugged and went back to the game, and Peter read the note over again before going back to gaming with Bobby.
{I hope we didn't exclude him... Maybe Bobby and I should go to town with him tomorrow, just the guys.} Peter thought while he was racing Bobby.
Remy was having quite the substantial amount of time to think. He walked around the grounds until he found A large oak tree near a pond. He thought this was the best place to think about everything that happened to him.
{Well, dis is quite de place to live. I didn' t'ink dat Xavier was gonna take Remy in. Remy always been de outsider, even among mutants, Remy always been de t'ief dat nobody can trust. Remy shouldn' of told dem lies about t'ieving, Remy's ot'er powers and killin' Julien. Now dey'll never trust Remy once de trut' comes out, an' it's just gettin' worse by de day. Mebbe Remy should just tell dem an' leave again. Live on de streets for anot'er few anées.} Remy's thoughts were suddenly broken by a voice, he then realized he was fingering the switchblade in his trench pocket and quickly withdrew his hand.
"You actually thinkin', Swamp rat?" Rogue's voice was cool and collected, but her green eyes showed confusion.
"Oui, chere, much to yo' disbelief, Remy can t'ink for 'imself." Remy said and quickly took out his cigarettes. He hadn't smoked since he'd been here, and it was almost killing him. He went to charge the tip, but then realized he hadn't shown the others his explosive power yet, so decided on the lighter he kept in his pocket anyways. He took a long drag and then Rogue sat down beside him and drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Remy glanced at her and wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let go, but he couldn't. First, she was untouchable. {Sad, for a femme dat beautiful.} Remy thought immediately. Secondly, she was with Bobby. {Good boys get all de luck.} Remy thought at this, but he couldn't stay that mad at his friend for any more than a few minutes. His thoughts were broken by Rogue's words.
"You're not supposed to smoke, Rem. It's against the school rules." She said simply, but she didn't seem to be affected by the smoke.
"Remy ain't exac'ly one to follow de rules, Rogue." Remy said, and Rogue let it drop. {He probably feels so suffocated, being in a big place, with so many other kids his age. But he just has that air about him, like his hiding something, and he's being arrogant about it.} She thought, her mind trailing from sadness to anger.
"What're you hidin' from us, Swamp rat?" Rogue asked, more harshly than she meant to. She looked over at him, and what she saw amazed her. She saw a momentary lapse of worry on his face, but it was quickly covered by that smirk.
{Him and that damn smirk!} Rogue thought. {As if he thinks it's sexy and charming. Ah seriously don't see what Jubes sees in him.} The butt of a cigarette caught her attention and she was drawn out of her thoughts by solemn words.
"It's not'in dat Remy can tell you now, Rogue. But if Remy could change de past, he would've been honest from de start. For now, Remy's diggin' himself deeper, an' when it all comes out, you gonna hate me." Remy said with a large tone of sadness in his voice.
"We've all had our past hardships. We won't hate you for who you are, or what you've done. Remy, you're gonna have to deal with your past once it catches up to you. Whether it's gonna be tomorrow, or next week, or next month, it's gonna catch up to you. Are you ready to deal?" Was all Rgoue said before she got up and left him to his thoughts.
{De fille is right.} Remy thought as he fingered the knife again before pulling it out. {One day, Remy gonna let it slip, and dey may not hate Remy, but dey gonna judge 'im.} Before he knew it, his coat was down around his legs, and crimson red was mixing with silver and flesh. He was cutting himself again. He looked at his arm and felt the release as he carved intricate cuts into the badly scarred skin, watching the silver getting covered in blood. After he felt relieved, and a little light headed, he wiped the blade of with some dead leaves before sheathing it in the handle and waiting for the cuts to stop bleeding.
Half an hour later, Remy was walking back to the school when he was intercepted by a sad looking Peter.
"Peter, what's wrong mon ami?" Remy said, looking concerned.
"I've been looking for you all over. I'm so sorry for Bobby and I excluding you. I should have thought things through -" Peter started, but Remy wouldn't hear it.
"S'okay Peter. Remy jus' walked around de grounds for awhile, and sat by de pond. Remy was jus' comin' back to see if you an' Bobby were done playin' yet." Remy said, putting his smirk back on his face happily.
"Yeah, we finished about an hour ago. I decided to come look for you. Bobby said it wasn't necessary because you left the note and all. But I got to thinking while I was playing. How about you, me and Bobby go into the city this afternoon for a few hours? Everything's open here all week long, so we can go and check out the sights. I need some new shirts anyways, and I think Bobby needs a jacket." Peter said, a little more happy now.
"Sounds good to Remy mon ami!" Remy said happily and led a much happier Peter to find Bobby.
Once they had found Bobby, they went to the garage. Remy instinctively went to his bike, and got looks of awe from his best friends.
"Quoi?" Remy said as Bobby opened up his jeep, still staring at Remy and his bike.
"How the hell did you get a BIKE?" Bobby asked, obviously jealous. "Scott wouldn't let me have a bike, he said it was too dangerous for me to ride one."
Remy looked dumbfounded. He'd snapped at Scott before he even knew him. He obviously respected Remy's items, if he let him keep the bike. "Remy had dis b'fore he came to de mansion. Remy guess dat Scott jus' lettin' him keep what's 'is." Remy said, before setting his helmet down and moving to the jeep. He realized he didn't know the way to the city, and didn't want to get lost laong the way.
After an hour of driving, they had come upon the mall. They decided to head in and get some new clothes. Once they got to the desired store, Peter looked around sheepishly before beginning his search. Once he had narrowed it down to the five best shirts in the store, he went and paid, happy with himself.
"You think Kitty will like them?" Peter asked with a small blush growing on his face.
"Of course, she likes anything you wear Peter." Bobby said jokingly, making Peter blush even more. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. "It's perfect!" Bobby said as he picked up the jacket and put it on.
"Remy agree wit' dat, mon ami. You look good in it, an' dat's sayin' a lot!" Remy said before giving Bobby an approving grin, and Bobby happily went and paid for his jacket.
Neither Peter nor Bobby had noticed Remy pick-pocketing at least ten people. Remy had bought himself a few new pairs of pants, then walked out with Bobby and Peter, intent on finding the Burger joint in the mall. Once they had sat down, They were talking about money.
"I came here with one hundred dollars, and now I'm broke!" Peter said, angry at himself. "Now what will I use to take Kitty to that fancy restaurant."
Remy smiled and shoved two hundred dollar bills in Peter's hand. "Remy came here wit' eight hundred on 'im." He said jovially against Peter's protests.
"And how much do you have now wise ass?" Bobby questioned, looking at Remy with a smug look on his face.
"Nine hundred." Remy said simply before realizing what he had said.
"I may not be the best at math Rem, but THAT does not add up." Bobby said.
"Well..." Remy began, but stumbled on the words before trying to think clearly. {Damn dat Rogue. She said dat my past would come back to haunt me. Why so soon?} He thought quickly before trying again. "My parents m'abandonne when Remy was jus' a bebe, cus o' my eyes. I grew up in a mutant prison, wit' a man called de Antiquary, but Remy break out when he was abou' dix, and lived on de streets for awhile. Remy tried to pickpocket a man called Jean-Luc LeBeau, an' for some reason, he took me in an' raised me as his own. He was a master t'ief in N'Orleans, an' he taught Remy all dat he knows!" Remy said, indicating his pride on the last part.
"Well, that's a new revelation. But it's not a big deal Rem. The adults might get a little mad, when they find out you're a thief and all, but we're cool with it!" Bobby said happily, and Peter nodded enthusiastically.
"It's no big deal, friend." Peter commented, and smiled as a wave of relief passed over Remy's face.
"M'sieu Logan knows dat Remy is a t'ief. De Wolverine caight Remy tryin' to steal his wallet. I was livin' on de streets 'gain." Remy said half heartedly.
"Something doesn't add up Remy. You said that you were living with Jean- Luc, and he loved you like his own son. Why were you on the streets if you had a family that accepted you?" Bobby asked, not wanting to upset Remy.
"M'sorry, mon ami, but Remy can not answer dat question right now." Remy said, and Bobby dropped the subject after Peter had scowled at him. Remy was lost in thought about his friends accepting at least a part of his past.
{Mebbe dey will accept de rest o' it. Even my ot'er power. If today is any foresight t'ough, Remy t'ink dat it will all be out in de open soon enough.} He was suddenly broken by the voice of some young men yelling.
"Hey mutie!" The first and largest of the men yelled angrily. "I thought I told you to stay out of the mall! We don't want your kind here!"
Remy watched as Bobby tensed, waiting for the inevitable fight to start. When the man came closer, Bobby turned and was met with a punch int he face. As blood started to run down their faces, Bobby blew a blast of ice at the three men, making them turn and run, right into Remy, who had shed his glasses. They stopped short and stared at Remy's demonic eyes.
"Boo." Remy said, completely emotionless. The three men screamed and ran away. Bobby got up and laughed, wiping more blood from his nose. Peter chucled before suggesting that they left. While in the car, Remy produced the three mens wallets and found a substantial amount of cash, which he promptly divided into three piles. When he handed Bobby and Peter their cut, they took it reluctantly, after Remy insisted it was the mens own fault for trying something against his friends.
When they got back, they immediately got summoned to Professor Xavier's office.
"What were you thinking using your powers in public?" Xavier said, not angry, but disappointed. "You risk exposure."
"He called us mutants first. We were already exposed." Peter retorted, and Xavier thought about this for a moment before speaking.
"You are confined to grounds for two weeks. Fair boys?" Xavier said.
"Yes Professor." The boys said in unison, before moving to walk out. "Remy could you stay a moment?" Xavier's voice rang out. Remy turned to his friends, and told them he'd be down to the training room soon, telling them to explain to Logan.
"What's de probleme, M'sieu Xavier?" Remy said, sitting lazily in one of the chairs.
"Well. I've been studying you're signature on cerebro, and I have noticed something about your powers." Xavier said tentatively. Remy tensed at the words, but the Professor continued. "I know about you're other power, but what confuses me is why you didn't say anything in our first meeting." Xavier let the words sink in before asking Remy. "Why didn't you."
Remy was sitting upright, and worry flashed all over his face. "Remy was afraid dat you would turn 'im away, for fear dat he would blow up de entire school." Remy said sadly. "Remy'll get 'is t'ings an' leave."
"You can't leave, Mr. LeBeau, you're confined to grounds for two weeks." Remy looked up to see a smile on Xavier's face. "Remy, we don't turn children away for their mutations. I know what the power is, but I don't understand the nature. Could you aid in this matter?" Xavier ask.
"Remy can stay?" He asked before the question sank in. When he got an approving nod from Xavier, he finally answered his question. "Remy can change de potential 'nergy in any inanimate object into kinetic 'nergy, chargin' it up to de point of explosion on contact." Remy said. "It takes longer dependin' on de size."
"I see." Xavier said. "Well, I won't make this knowledge public, but I must inform you that in order to gain trust, you must give trust. I will leave it up to you to reveal this information to the others, but I have to advise that you do so soon."
Remy nodded then asked if he could leave. "Of course. If I'm not mistaken, you are late for a training session. This may be an ideal time, but explain when you are ready. You may go." Remy got up and left, intent on going to his training session and letting the Professor's words sink in.
"I will tell dem. When I'm ready t'ough." Remy muttered to himself as he rounded the corner to the training room.