~Haha I feel like I went a little "back to the future" on you . . . but
don't worry! I'm not renaming Aimée "Marty" or anything like that! Lol,
this is part 3! in the Aimée series. I'm pretty sure there will be 5, but
then again . . . I just might keep going! YES this one is confusing . . .
or at least I plan on making it confusing, but luckily my 1-2-3! Yes 3!
Sorry Caitlin, I mean 4, reviewers are all pretty mature . . . and SHOULD
understand all this crazy time travelness 'specially fleur! Since its her
character that's making them do this and all . . . If you already read the
chapter of Le garçon du future, that I posted a little while back (that was
a mistake) then you might have SOME inkling as to what the 1st chappy is
gonna be abouts, but luckily I didn't give away anything! SO if you have
read that this chap will be a little repetitive, since I am using a bundle
of the same stuff . . . but I suppose I could be nice and speed up the
second one for ya'h! However, most of you probably have NO IDEA as to what
the hell I am talking about! Okay so anyway, you are proally sick of me . .
. so lets start the story.
Disclaimer: Aimée, Abe, Galena, Gabriel (necromancer), Prudence, Iris, Le garçon, Apollo (Aaron) & Patrick are all mine. You can borrow them, if you ask nicely. Gabrielle is Fleurdelys', and The rest are Marvel's. This is the 1st disclaimer I ever did . . . mostly because I hate reading them. Ahh well, I suppose I could keep it up for a little while.
~Fleur~ (Smiles*Smiles*Smiles) well I wasn't gonna come right out & say it! But yes, I would love working with you!. . .when all of this other stuff is done we could definitely punch out a good story together . . .(, I can see Aimée getting sucked into the 16yrs world . . .Hahaha that would be hilarious! She would be like "What the he-? Why is everyone so happy!?" heh heh heh
also . . . this fic has a lot of music in it, and all of the songs I put in my fics . . . well I recommend them, because they rock! Hahaha Songs: (club song) Hate to say I told you so, by The Hives (Patrick's song) Screaming Infedelities, by Dashboard Confessional (Gabriel's song) Bother, written by Corey Taylor of Slipknot (I hate slipknot, but I love this song)
there are two spots in this where I could have also ended the storyyyyyy . . . but I didn't, I didn't want to leave you hanging all week. So I chose a stupid ending, with no cliffhanger . . .Hahaha
okay I'll shut up now . . . go read! ------------------------------------
Le garçon du future
Part 1
Le garçon
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Fact: Mad dancing is very tiring. No matter how much fun you are having bouncing on your bed, pretending you are in some sweaty moshpit, eventually you will have to stop. It's just dangerous for your health! Aimée was learning this the hard way as she collapsed on her bed in a heap of perspiration only midway through the song. She was bored, but then again, so are most people when they decide to dance around in their underwear. (heeheehee) "Aimée!!" A loud male voice rang out, the only accent being a slight New York. "What!?" She replied, pulling on sweatpants.
"Did you finish that paper!?"
"What paper!?" "You know!!"
"No!! I don't!!"
"The one with all the stuff!!" "What stuff!?!" "Like words and stuff!!"
"All papers have words and stuff!!!"
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!?" Aimée and Abe both looked up; Aimée at the top of the stairs, yelling over her ridiculously loud music, and Abe at the bottom. O'Rya was standing in the hallway, mad as hell. Her black hair was swept up into a messy bun, and her bright blue eyes were narrowed in disgust. "Aimée , I know you're new to all of this 'dorm stuff', so here . . . let me say this as politely as possible. Some of us, are trying to study for the French history final tomorrow, and SOME of us would appreciate it if you shut off that CRAP and SHUTTED THE HELL UP!" She cast them one more angry look before turning and slamming the door. Aimée shrugged and turned back down to Abe.
"What paper was it again!?!!!"
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"Ah'm not having this conversation!"
"Rogue, please, just t'ink about it! I don' t'nk we should let Sinister ruin dis fo' us!"
Rogue spun around, her face red and angry. They had been arguing for the past 15 minutes, Gambit wanted to try for a baby again.
"Its not about that, ah just, Remy how can ah bring a baby into this kind of a world!? Huh? How can ah risk something happening t'em? What if ya'h got killed in battle, what if ah got killed? Ah don't want ma'h baby ta'be an orphan!" He placed his strong hands on her shoulders, and looked down into her eyes.
"We wouldn't let dat happen, I kno' y'wouldn'"
"But that's not always oa' descision." Her eyes were tearing up.
"Chere, please, just li-" "No Remy! Ah said no! we aren't having a baby! Just because you neva'h got a chance ta' be a daddy, that ain't ma'h fault! You just shoulda been there when Aimée was born!" Immediately after those last words escaped her lips, she regretted saying it. His eyes turned a dangerous shade of red before he stormed out of the room. Rogue sniffed, sitting down on the bed and burying her face in her palms. She had hurt him, yes, but deep down Rogue knew that she was right. How could she bring a baby into this world? How could she?
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"French history! Bah! Who needs it anyway? (laughs at Fleur's annoyed expression)" The textbook hit the wall hard, and landed with a loud smack on the floor. Aimée sighed, leaning back in her desk chair, and running her fingers through her hair.
"Looks like rain." A girl with indigo hair called from the opposite bed, her large pale blue eyes never leaving the newspaper she was reading. At that moment it began to pour. Aimée rolled her eyes and turned back to her blank computer screen. Iris was her roommate, she was a seer, which by law it seemed, guaranteed her to have a really spacey personality. "You have a new instant message." She called from the bed. "DING!" The AIM window popped up seconds later.
MightyMouse6: hey girl Fauve9: hey, whatchya up to? MightyMouse6: bored outta my mind! word 4 the wise man, stay the fuck outta dutch country PA!
Fauve9: i'll take your word for it, but up here ain't much better, g! MightyMouse6: u cant tell me that hangin out with all those X-hottiez isn't fun! Fauve9: please tell me you're talking about the students MightyMouse6: aims, if my daddy looked like that i would move 2 alabama nd never let him go! Fauve9: ok ok enough with the incest MightyMouse6: Hahaha Fauve9: there is no chance in hell i'd let a psycho like u worm your way into being my stepmom MightMouse6: just wait young grasshopper, jussst waaait Fauve9:hmmmm, shrinking ability vs. controlled absorbing & ridiculously kick ass acrobatics MightyMous6: awww go blow it out ur ass! Fauve9: Hahaha now that's the Galena i know and love!
MightyMouse6: so tell me, did abe hook up with the hounddog?
Fauve9: naah, she went back to bitch mode once u left. So what farms have u seen?
MightyMouse6: sorry, i didn't see him. The beamers' farm was closed down. Fauve9: developing psychic skills g? or am i just too obvious? MightyMouse6: wut farms have i seen? Comeon girl! Fauve9: im just worried that's all, i don't know why...but i am MightyMouse6: hey i gotta go, but ill be home tonight! In 2 hours! Yay! Fauve9: can't wait! Kiss the screen! MightyMouse6: its covered in red lipstick already! Fauve: au revoir mon ami! MightyMouse6: yeah, hasta la vista, si, non, auf wietersehn whatever!
Aimée signed off a few minutes later, that conversation didn't do much to take her mind off things. Galena just succeeded in opening up a new wound in her heart. Apollo. She wondered how he was constantly, where he was, who he was with, if he was alive, happy? She turned him down, Aimée knew this, and she had good reason too...but she couldn't help but wish she hadn't. "Don't worry, Fauve, hope is in sight."
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The alarm hadn't gone off. Of course it hadn't gone off, he had blown it up.
BOOM! Shhh.
Shhh.
Don't speak, he will hear you.
Bright.
It's too bright.
The sun was blinding.
The clouds helped. Wet. Cold. Rain. When was the last time he felt rain? Months.
Years. The man with the red eyes. It was too bright. Too cold. Too wet. But it was freedom, and that's all that matters. Freedom. Escape from the man. The man with the red eyes.
Must get home.
Mama!
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"Be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna!" The catchy song by the hives blasted out of the local club's speakers. Aimée's curvy body automatically adjusted to the new rhythm, as she swiveled her hips alongside Galena. "Hate to say I told you so!" Aimée 's brown hair whipped the guy next to her, whose expression turned exuberant when he saw the two females gyrating so close to him. The two girls fit in perfectly with the rest of the crowd; no one would ever suspect they were mutants. Aimée was lucky, being able to enjoy the pleasures of living a normal life, despite the hazardous abilities. The Hives' song ended, but one by rock/rap group Quarashi soon followed it. The dance floor got crowded, and they exited after that song ended. Abe's ears turned slightly pink as he glanced at the two girls. It was Wednesday night, and Galena was finally back from visiting family in Pennsylvania. The three of them had hit a small club downtown, in celebration. "Alright, alright, that was a nice one, but now its time to settle down and relax. Tonight is open mic night, and we have a lot of great performers here for you." Galena let out a loud whooping sound as a skittish girl came up onstage. She took one look at the crowd and ran off.
"Go back to the mall sweetheart!" Heckling is another one of life's little pleasures. "Your so mean."
"What? I speak the truth!"
"Whatever." Abe sighed, sipping at his drink, he knew he wouldn't win that argument. "So have you gu-" Aimée's mouth dropped, as she stared at the figure setting up onstage. He had shaggy copper hair, which hung loose in his face. A light goatee decorated his strong chin, and big blue eyes set off his more rugged features. Black leather pants looked great with a black tank top and the silver loop in his upper ear. The only thing that seemed strange with the rock-star look, was the large acoustic guitar strapped across his chest.
"hubba hubba." Galena smiled at Aimée's dumfounded look. She knew about Gabriel, and it was good to see that Aimée still had a healthy sex drive.
"Hi, I'm Patrick (I know, I'm so original), and I'm gonna play a song for you by Dashboard Confessional." And then he began to sing. It was beautiful.
"Well As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you're making out
But as for me, I wish that I were anywhere with anyone
Making out." "I'm missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending." He was good, she had to give him that . . . and there was something about his voice, it was as if he had lived through what he was singing about. When the song ended, Aimée hopped to her feet, and clapped enthusiastically, smiling as he glanced over at her.
"If you'll excuse me." She said politely to her friends, slowly making her way down to meet the handsome Irishman.
"Hi."
"Hey." His smile was contagious, and before she knew it he had her laughing like a fool.
"You were fabulous, I love that song." Actually, she had never heard it before then.
"Thanks, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure."
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"Wish I was too dead to cry
the self affliction fades.
Stones to throw at my creator.
Masochist, to which I cater." Gabriel softly mouthed the words. He was lying shirtless in his chambers, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. "You don't need to bother,
I don't need to breathe.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds." The composer had captured his mood exactly. On the outside, Gabriel has shrugged off his brief relationship with the X- Daughter. He had retreated back to his normal self. Sinister wanted it that way, and he wasn't about to piss off Sinister again. But his mind still lingered, lingered on the beautiful girl who had stolen his heart.
"Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me, to die just. . . I wish I had a reason,
My flaws are open season,
For this I gave up trying,
One good turn deserves my dying." She had ruined him. Given him emotions, a heart, made him care and realize his faults. He hated her for that. "You don't need to bother
I don't need to be here
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds." He loved her for that.
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"No!"
"I swear! I am like the biggest fan ever."
"I believe that's the funniest thing I've heard all night."
"And not to mention the geekiest, right? I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"I can't believe I'm not running away in horror." The pair laughed, they were having a good time. Patrick Quinn was a nice guy. He was 20, and worked in bakery, but his real passions were poetry in music. Aimée liked him. She liked the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his poetry, and his dazzling yet humble smile. They had been talking for a while, and pretty soon moved their conversation outside, where they stood under the club's awning to hide from the rain.
"Look at that." He said, with an absurd Irish accent.
"What?"
"Bit o' me'h Irish luck has stopped the rain." "Don't tell me you need help finding your pot of gold, I spent hours chasing rainbows the last time." They laughed and walked down the street. Splashing in the puddles.
"The city is so beautiful at night."
"I take it you don't live here?"
"Westchester"
"I see . . . yes New York's lovely, aside from the prostitutes, dumpsters, and homeless people." Aimée smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Much better."
"Speaking of homeless people-" Patrick glanced towards a small bundle in the alleyway. A boy, bruised and battered, his eyes swollen from crying, sat wet, with his knees to his chest. His clothes were singed.
"Oh!" Aimée looked up at Patrick, who nodded back, and the two of them walked closer to him. "Are you alright?"
Silence.
"Hello?" Silence.
"Are you alive?" That he replied to, in a second his eyes popped open, staring at the woman who had asked him the question. Aimée jumped back, sharply drawing in a breath. His eyes were like hers, an intimidating red on black. He seemed to realize it to, and his eyes widened even more after seeing her. "We have to help him."
"What?" "We have to help him!"
"Okay! Okay!" "Now. Here go get your car, I'll watch him."
(ending 1) ------------------------------------
An hour later, the boy was in observation at the mansion.
"How is he professor?"
"Fine."
"Still not talking?"
"No, I'm sorry Aimée."
"That's fine." She turned around fast and ran straight into her father.
"Dad? What are you doing down here?"
"Aimée, do y'forgive me'h?"
"What?"
"Fo' leavin' ye'h, I mean, y'don' hate me fo' that do ye'h?" Her brow furrowed as she stared at his nervous face.
"Of course I forgive you, I love you."
"Oh baby." He brought her head to his chest, and hugged her hard, obviously relieved by that answer.
"Did the professor fill you in?"
"Yes, de boy has me'h eyes."
"Any possible relation."
"I don' see how, bu-" "Yeah, Yeah I know, you were 'quite the stud,'" She giggled as he ruffled her hair.
"Where did y'find him?"
"Alleyway, he looked so scared."
"Mus' be, I t'ink hes been alone for a while."
"His clothes were singed."
"De prof told m'he had whip lashes on his back."
"Whip lashes?" Aimée asked, her eyes wide and curious. But before he could respond, there was a loud knocking at the door.
"Merde."
They raced up the steps, and skidded into the hallway. Both of their eyes on fire when they saw who was knocking.
"You've got alotta' nerve coming here, necromancer." (ending two) Gabriel's face remained expressionless. Slowly he brought his head up to look into her eyes.
"Our business is with the boy."
"You have something that belongs to us, and we want it back." Prudence appeared beside him, her eyes narrowed in disgust. "Y'here dat Aims? Howabout y'? Howabout Gabrielle?"
"Gabrielle is fine." She coolly replied, staring him straight in the eye. The ping-pong argument continued for a few moments, each of them dropping a few less than polite words. Gabriel finally caught Aimée's eye, she had been desperately trying to ignore his presence, and how it made her feel. She could hear her heart beating faster as she stared at him. He looked beautiful, as always, but somehow . . . empty. Something was wrong. Her eyes darkened and she turned away, not wanting to be sucked back into his spell.
"Give us the boy, and no one gets hurt!" He suddenly yelled, stretching his hand towards the door that beast was exiting through. Hank McCoy yelped in pain, his body going rigid.
"Stop!" Aimée yelled, her hands balled into fists as she stared angrily at her former friend. The blonde girl unsheathed her claws, heading for Gabriel's defense. "This is the Xmansion you Marauders have trampled into, you know what that means? That means that there are hundreds of mutants in here, just waiting to get their revenge on you two."
Their faces didn't falter, but slowly the necromancer let Beast down.
"Leave now, and never come back."
"Come on Prudence."
"Why!? We can take them!"
"Care t'try, Chere?"
Gabriel shot one look at Aimée before sweeping out of the room, his disgruntled Marauder in toe.
"Dats de last we' hear o' dem." Gambit huffed, slipping his deck back into his pocket.
"Non," Her eyes narrowing at the door "They'll be back." (ending 3!!) "What did dey want wit de boy?" "I don't know . . . I just don't know."
~!?! (I seem to use that one alot) -Foo
Disclaimer: Aimée, Abe, Galena, Gabriel (necromancer), Prudence, Iris, Le garçon, Apollo (Aaron) & Patrick are all mine. You can borrow them, if you ask nicely. Gabrielle is Fleurdelys', and The rest are Marvel's. This is the 1st disclaimer I ever did . . . mostly because I hate reading them. Ahh well, I suppose I could keep it up for a little while.
~Fleur~ (Smiles*Smiles*Smiles) well I wasn't gonna come right out & say it! But yes, I would love working with you!. . .when all of this other stuff is done we could definitely punch out a good story together . . .(, I can see Aimée getting sucked into the 16yrs world . . .Hahaha that would be hilarious! She would be like "What the he-? Why is everyone so happy!?" heh heh heh
also . . . this fic has a lot of music in it, and all of the songs I put in my fics . . . well I recommend them, because they rock! Hahaha Songs: (club song) Hate to say I told you so, by The Hives (Patrick's song) Screaming Infedelities, by Dashboard Confessional (Gabriel's song) Bother, written by Corey Taylor of Slipknot (I hate slipknot, but I love this song)
there are two spots in this where I could have also ended the storyyyyyy . . . but I didn't, I didn't want to leave you hanging all week. So I chose a stupid ending, with no cliffhanger . . .Hahaha
okay I'll shut up now . . . go read! ------------------------------------
Le garçon du future
Part 1
Le garçon
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Fact: Mad dancing is very tiring. No matter how much fun you are having bouncing on your bed, pretending you are in some sweaty moshpit, eventually you will have to stop. It's just dangerous for your health! Aimée was learning this the hard way as she collapsed on her bed in a heap of perspiration only midway through the song. She was bored, but then again, so are most people when they decide to dance around in their underwear. (heeheehee) "Aimée!!" A loud male voice rang out, the only accent being a slight New York. "What!?" She replied, pulling on sweatpants.
"Did you finish that paper!?"
"What paper!?" "You know!!"
"No!! I don't!!"
"The one with all the stuff!!" "What stuff!?!" "Like words and stuff!!"
"All papers have words and stuff!!!"
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!?" Aimée and Abe both looked up; Aimée at the top of the stairs, yelling over her ridiculously loud music, and Abe at the bottom. O'Rya was standing in the hallway, mad as hell. Her black hair was swept up into a messy bun, and her bright blue eyes were narrowed in disgust. "Aimée , I know you're new to all of this 'dorm stuff', so here . . . let me say this as politely as possible. Some of us, are trying to study for the French history final tomorrow, and SOME of us would appreciate it if you shut off that CRAP and SHUTTED THE HELL UP!" She cast them one more angry look before turning and slamming the door. Aimée shrugged and turned back down to Abe.
"What paper was it again!?!!!"
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"Ah'm not having this conversation!"
"Rogue, please, just t'ink about it! I don' t'nk we should let Sinister ruin dis fo' us!"
Rogue spun around, her face red and angry. They had been arguing for the past 15 minutes, Gambit wanted to try for a baby again.
"Its not about that, ah just, Remy how can ah bring a baby into this kind of a world!? Huh? How can ah risk something happening t'em? What if ya'h got killed in battle, what if ah got killed? Ah don't want ma'h baby ta'be an orphan!" He placed his strong hands on her shoulders, and looked down into her eyes.
"We wouldn't let dat happen, I kno' y'wouldn'"
"But that's not always oa' descision." Her eyes were tearing up.
"Chere, please, just li-" "No Remy! Ah said no! we aren't having a baby! Just because you neva'h got a chance ta' be a daddy, that ain't ma'h fault! You just shoulda been there when Aimée was born!" Immediately after those last words escaped her lips, she regretted saying it. His eyes turned a dangerous shade of red before he stormed out of the room. Rogue sniffed, sitting down on the bed and burying her face in her palms. She had hurt him, yes, but deep down Rogue knew that she was right. How could she bring a baby into this world? How could she?
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"French history! Bah! Who needs it anyway? (laughs at Fleur's annoyed expression)" The textbook hit the wall hard, and landed with a loud smack on the floor. Aimée sighed, leaning back in her desk chair, and running her fingers through her hair.
"Looks like rain." A girl with indigo hair called from the opposite bed, her large pale blue eyes never leaving the newspaper she was reading. At that moment it began to pour. Aimée rolled her eyes and turned back to her blank computer screen. Iris was her roommate, she was a seer, which by law it seemed, guaranteed her to have a really spacey personality. "You have a new instant message." She called from the bed. "DING!" The AIM window popped up seconds later.
MightyMouse6: hey girl Fauve9: hey, whatchya up to? MightyMouse6: bored outta my mind! word 4 the wise man, stay the fuck outta dutch country PA!
Fauve9: i'll take your word for it, but up here ain't much better, g! MightyMouse6: u cant tell me that hangin out with all those X-hottiez isn't fun! Fauve9: please tell me you're talking about the students MightyMouse6: aims, if my daddy looked like that i would move 2 alabama nd never let him go! Fauve9: ok ok enough with the incest MightyMouse6: Hahaha Fauve9: there is no chance in hell i'd let a psycho like u worm your way into being my stepmom MightMouse6: just wait young grasshopper, jussst waaait Fauve9:hmmmm, shrinking ability vs. controlled absorbing & ridiculously kick ass acrobatics MightyMous6: awww go blow it out ur ass! Fauve9: Hahaha now that's the Galena i know and love!
MightyMouse6: so tell me, did abe hook up with the hounddog?
Fauve9: naah, she went back to bitch mode once u left. So what farms have u seen?
MightyMouse6: sorry, i didn't see him. The beamers' farm was closed down. Fauve9: developing psychic skills g? or am i just too obvious? MightyMouse6: wut farms have i seen? Comeon girl! Fauve9: im just worried that's all, i don't know why...but i am MightyMouse6: hey i gotta go, but ill be home tonight! In 2 hours! Yay! Fauve9: can't wait! Kiss the screen! MightyMouse6: its covered in red lipstick already! Fauve: au revoir mon ami! MightyMouse6: yeah, hasta la vista, si, non, auf wietersehn whatever!
Aimée signed off a few minutes later, that conversation didn't do much to take her mind off things. Galena just succeeded in opening up a new wound in her heart. Apollo. She wondered how he was constantly, where he was, who he was with, if he was alive, happy? She turned him down, Aimée knew this, and she had good reason too...but she couldn't help but wish she hadn't. "Don't worry, Fauve, hope is in sight."
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The alarm hadn't gone off. Of course it hadn't gone off, he had blown it up.
BOOM! Shhh.
Shhh.
Don't speak, he will hear you.
Bright.
It's too bright.
The sun was blinding.
The clouds helped. Wet. Cold. Rain. When was the last time he felt rain? Months.
Years. The man with the red eyes. It was too bright. Too cold. Too wet. But it was freedom, and that's all that matters. Freedom. Escape from the man. The man with the red eyes.
Must get home.
Mama!
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"Be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna!" The catchy song by the hives blasted out of the local club's speakers. Aimée's curvy body automatically adjusted to the new rhythm, as she swiveled her hips alongside Galena. "Hate to say I told you so!" Aimée 's brown hair whipped the guy next to her, whose expression turned exuberant when he saw the two females gyrating so close to him. The two girls fit in perfectly with the rest of the crowd; no one would ever suspect they were mutants. Aimée was lucky, being able to enjoy the pleasures of living a normal life, despite the hazardous abilities. The Hives' song ended, but one by rock/rap group Quarashi soon followed it. The dance floor got crowded, and they exited after that song ended. Abe's ears turned slightly pink as he glanced at the two girls. It was Wednesday night, and Galena was finally back from visiting family in Pennsylvania. The three of them had hit a small club downtown, in celebration. "Alright, alright, that was a nice one, but now its time to settle down and relax. Tonight is open mic night, and we have a lot of great performers here for you." Galena let out a loud whooping sound as a skittish girl came up onstage. She took one look at the crowd and ran off.
"Go back to the mall sweetheart!" Heckling is another one of life's little pleasures. "Your so mean."
"What? I speak the truth!"
"Whatever." Abe sighed, sipping at his drink, he knew he wouldn't win that argument. "So have you gu-" Aimée's mouth dropped, as she stared at the figure setting up onstage. He had shaggy copper hair, which hung loose in his face. A light goatee decorated his strong chin, and big blue eyes set off his more rugged features. Black leather pants looked great with a black tank top and the silver loop in his upper ear. The only thing that seemed strange with the rock-star look, was the large acoustic guitar strapped across his chest.
"hubba hubba." Galena smiled at Aimée's dumfounded look. She knew about Gabriel, and it was good to see that Aimée still had a healthy sex drive.
"Hi, I'm Patrick (I know, I'm so original), and I'm gonna play a song for you by Dashboard Confessional." And then he began to sing. It was beautiful.
"Well As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you're making out
But as for me, I wish that I were anywhere with anyone
Making out." "I'm missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending." He was good, she had to give him that . . . and there was something about his voice, it was as if he had lived through what he was singing about. When the song ended, Aimée hopped to her feet, and clapped enthusiastically, smiling as he glanced over at her.
"If you'll excuse me." She said politely to her friends, slowly making her way down to meet the handsome Irishman.
"Hi."
"Hey." His smile was contagious, and before she knew it he had her laughing like a fool.
"You were fabulous, I love that song." Actually, she had never heard it before then.
"Thanks, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure."
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"Wish I was too dead to cry
the self affliction fades.
Stones to throw at my creator.
Masochist, to which I cater." Gabriel softly mouthed the words. He was lying shirtless in his chambers, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. "You don't need to bother,
I don't need to breathe.
I'll keep slipping farther.
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds." The composer had captured his mood exactly. On the outside, Gabriel has shrugged off his brief relationship with the X- Daughter. He had retreated back to his normal self. Sinister wanted it that way, and he wasn't about to piss off Sinister again. But his mind still lingered, lingered on the beautiful girl who had stolen his heart.
"Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me, to die just. . . I wish I had a reason,
My flaws are open season,
For this I gave up trying,
One good turn deserves my dying." She had ruined him. Given him emotions, a heart, made him care and realize his faults. He hated her for that. "You don't need to bother
I don't need to be here
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds." He loved her for that.
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"No!"
"I swear! I am like the biggest fan ever."
"I believe that's the funniest thing I've heard all night."
"And not to mention the geekiest, right? I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"I can't believe I'm not running away in horror." The pair laughed, they were having a good time. Patrick Quinn was a nice guy. He was 20, and worked in bakery, but his real passions were poetry in music. Aimée liked him. She liked the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his poetry, and his dazzling yet humble smile. They had been talking for a while, and pretty soon moved their conversation outside, where they stood under the club's awning to hide from the rain.
"Look at that." He said, with an absurd Irish accent.
"What?"
"Bit o' me'h Irish luck has stopped the rain." "Don't tell me you need help finding your pot of gold, I spent hours chasing rainbows the last time." They laughed and walked down the street. Splashing in the puddles.
"The city is so beautiful at night."
"I take it you don't live here?"
"Westchester"
"I see . . . yes New York's lovely, aside from the prostitutes, dumpsters, and homeless people." Aimée smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Much better."
"Speaking of homeless people-" Patrick glanced towards a small bundle in the alleyway. A boy, bruised and battered, his eyes swollen from crying, sat wet, with his knees to his chest. His clothes were singed.
"Oh!" Aimée looked up at Patrick, who nodded back, and the two of them walked closer to him. "Are you alright?"
Silence.
"Hello?" Silence.
"Are you alive?" That he replied to, in a second his eyes popped open, staring at the woman who had asked him the question. Aimée jumped back, sharply drawing in a breath. His eyes were like hers, an intimidating red on black. He seemed to realize it to, and his eyes widened even more after seeing her. "We have to help him."
"What?" "We have to help him!"
"Okay! Okay!" "Now. Here go get your car, I'll watch him."
(ending 1) ------------------------------------
An hour later, the boy was in observation at the mansion.
"How is he professor?"
"Fine."
"Still not talking?"
"No, I'm sorry Aimée."
"That's fine." She turned around fast and ran straight into her father.
"Dad? What are you doing down here?"
"Aimée, do y'forgive me'h?"
"What?"
"Fo' leavin' ye'h, I mean, y'don' hate me fo' that do ye'h?" Her brow furrowed as she stared at his nervous face.
"Of course I forgive you, I love you."
"Oh baby." He brought her head to his chest, and hugged her hard, obviously relieved by that answer.
"Did the professor fill you in?"
"Yes, de boy has me'h eyes."
"Any possible relation."
"I don' see how, bu-" "Yeah, Yeah I know, you were 'quite the stud,'" She giggled as he ruffled her hair.
"Where did y'find him?"
"Alleyway, he looked so scared."
"Mus' be, I t'ink hes been alone for a while."
"His clothes were singed."
"De prof told m'he had whip lashes on his back."
"Whip lashes?" Aimée asked, her eyes wide and curious. But before he could respond, there was a loud knocking at the door.
"Merde."
They raced up the steps, and skidded into the hallway. Both of their eyes on fire when they saw who was knocking.
"You've got alotta' nerve coming here, necromancer." (ending two) Gabriel's face remained expressionless. Slowly he brought his head up to look into her eyes.
"Our business is with the boy."
"You have something that belongs to us, and we want it back." Prudence appeared beside him, her eyes narrowed in disgust. "Y'here dat Aims? Howabout y'? Howabout Gabrielle?"
"Gabrielle is fine." She coolly replied, staring him straight in the eye. The ping-pong argument continued for a few moments, each of them dropping a few less than polite words. Gabriel finally caught Aimée's eye, she had been desperately trying to ignore his presence, and how it made her feel. She could hear her heart beating faster as she stared at him. He looked beautiful, as always, but somehow . . . empty. Something was wrong. Her eyes darkened and she turned away, not wanting to be sucked back into his spell.
"Give us the boy, and no one gets hurt!" He suddenly yelled, stretching his hand towards the door that beast was exiting through. Hank McCoy yelped in pain, his body going rigid.
"Stop!" Aimée yelled, her hands balled into fists as she stared angrily at her former friend. The blonde girl unsheathed her claws, heading for Gabriel's defense. "This is the Xmansion you Marauders have trampled into, you know what that means? That means that there are hundreds of mutants in here, just waiting to get their revenge on you two."
Their faces didn't falter, but slowly the necromancer let Beast down.
"Leave now, and never come back."
"Come on Prudence."
"Why!? We can take them!"
"Care t'try, Chere?"
Gabriel shot one look at Aimée before sweeping out of the room, his disgruntled Marauder in toe.
"Dats de last we' hear o' dem." Gambit huffed, slipping his deck back into his pocket.
"Non," Her eyes narrowing at the door "They'll be back." (ending 3!!) "What did dey want wit de boy?" "I don't know . . . I just don't know."
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