~I have decided to start this chapter from where ending two would have
ended . . . that means that there will be some repeats in the beginning,
but no big deal, because its not that much. OER I am scared . . . I have a
feeling this is gonna be a short one to! But then again, one can never be
sure . . . the last one (le homme de la mort) wasn't very long, and it
didn't have very many twists . . . I hope to change that with this one! SO,
as I did with La Fille, I plan on NOT making an outline of the whole story
. . . I'm just gonna gooo with the flowww . . . heh heh heh, enjoy! In this
one you get to find out more about our future boy, but still not how
exactly he . . . oh well you'll see! It's a good one!
OH OH OH OH OH! And for those who have NO IDEA what I am talking about . . .
GO BACK AND READ: La Fille Et L'homme de la mort And if you really wanna be an expert ReBorn! AND BE SURE TO REVIEW!
And for time . . .if you are confused. There was a typo in the Part two's timeline, Aimée did not turn 13 last October! Reborn takes place when she is 5, I'd say it's early summer, may? June? 12 years pass and its time for La Fille . . . she is 17 and its early October (Bday-10/30) . . . that all wrapped up like a few days before she turned 18. The wedding was in May, and 3-4 months later Le Mort took place, in like . . . September. That wrapped up in the same month! SO Le Mort is over, and its September . . . and its time for Le Garcon to begin (what you are reading now) so its been a little while since then . . . lets say its around ummm January . . . err February, yep February! Okay . . . SO its February, and Aimée is 19. That means it has been around 4 months since Le Mort. I might change this . . . but I am almost POSITIVE that its February and Aimée is 19.
Maybe its February 4th . . . (smiles)
And now that I have bored you silly . . . a note for Fleur . . . my best reader/reviewer (no offense Caitlin but YOU don't do it online!!)
(this big paragraph is post our online convos, so forgive me if it's a little redundant!) Fleur: oer!? What was that * cough cough* about!? So confused! The next chapter wont be up until Monday . . . maybe Tuesday, since I wont be home. Sorry! Lol. I don't know any bakers, but I suppose they must be nice! Anyone who makes cakes & cookies for a living has gotta be a doll. I don't think I'll make Patrick a mutant . . . oh! Don't you just LOVE the name, I am so creative aren't I? * giggles insanely * I'm sorry I confused you! But ReBorn didn't STAR her, it was mostly about Remy . . . hell Pyralis (I think I might bring her back soon) was in it more than she was! You will love this one . . . no doubt, because it has more in common with 16yrs, being about family and all. However, part 4 is a personal fav because its about . . .well, amour. Heh, heh, heh. It was a very low blow on Rogue's part! Very! But she was upset, and he was pressuring her. Besides it seemed like she was always mad @ him and he was always apologizing, so I wanted her to have to apologize fer once . . . that really hurt him. And 16yrs . . . I think we should do it, I think that aimee (because shes less people) should get sucked into the 16yrs world, and cause mayhem . . .she might be a tad bitter towards the kids, seeing as how they had a dad and all . . .
and now for the new chapter . . .
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Le garçon du futur (the boy of the future) * yes it tried to add an e that time! *
Part 2.
Mama
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"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."
------------------------------------ "Please tell me you had a good excuse for doing that." Gabriel could feel her eyes burning into his back.
"Shut up Prue, I don't need this right now."
"SNIKT (would bone claws make the same noise!?), Don't turn on us again Necro."
Gabriel spun around quickly, his entrancing gray eyes meeting the icy blues.
"I would never. My place is with Mr. Sinister, that is where I belong," And he added with a smirk, "Besides, babe, I'd miss seeing that beautiful face o' yers."
He missed the claws by about an inch, because at that moment the pair had spun back around to face the mansion.
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"BOOM" The sound rang out loud through the hallways, every door swinging open to reveal curious faces. Instinctively, Remy leapt on his daughter, pinning her to the ground to protect her.
"What's going on!?"
"Professor!" Abe's voice called from the med lab, he sounded terrified. "Oh no, the patient!" Aimée rolled out from under Gambit's arms and raced towards the lab, but several of Abe's duplicates prevented her from going any farther. "FIRE!" The smoke alarms went off seconds later. She could make out fire in the medlab, just as another "BOOM" erupted from down the hall.
"Abe the boy! We have to save him!" "Ha! He's the one who's causing it!"
"What!?" but he didn't get a chance to respond, at that moment Gambit and Hank acted in unison, pulling the two teens away from a piece of metal that was about to blow. Aimée watched in awe as a red haze surround it, the debris almost seemed as if it was glowing . . . and then "BOOM!"
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"Where are you going!" Prue screeched at Gabriel, who had continued walking after the explosion.
"Where does it look like I'm going, wench? I'm goin' back t'sinister's"
"And how do you explain that huge explosion!?"
The black haired man frowned, "The Cajun man, Aimée's father, he's got quite the temper. I wouldn't be surprised if it were him."
"That's exactly why we need to go back!" "Why!?" "You are idiotic, dammit Gabriel, don't you realize!? They sound like Gambit, because its his own flesh and blood!" "The b-run!" The pair turned and raced back to the mansion.
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"Gambit!" "I know Hank! Its not me!"
She could make out a figure, entering the hall, his entire body looking drained of energy. It was him, the boy from the alleyway.
"Papa! Look!" he stumbeled down the hall, his eyes on fire, as sweat poured down his face.
"I gotta get out, gotta get out, red eyes, he'll find me! please . . . please . . . it hurts, please make it stop." He slurred his words as he shuffled across the floor, clutching the wall for support. Aimée could make out the professor sitting across the room, his hands placed firmly on his temples.
"No! Get outta'h my head!" The fragile boy's sobs turned to screams, and his body boiled with rage, "Trying to cage me! just like him! You will send me back to them! AHH!!" Jean screamed as the Professor's wheelchair glowed an eerie red, the very same shade the debris had gone-just before they blew to bits! "No!" Rogue, leapt from the top of the steps, and flew Professor X off the chair, just seconds before it blew.
"Bastard!" red optic beams were rapidly fired at the boy, and Cyclops had him down in two shots.
"Cyclops no!" Aimée and Rogue yelled in unison, but Rogue was faster, and she reached the boy's unconscious body first. "We don't fire upon tha' innocent Cyke, ya'h know that.!" "Y'call him innocent, chere? He nearly took dis whole damn place down!"
"Thank you Cyclops, Gambit, but Rogue is right. He needs our help." Logan had scooped up the professor and carried him over to the scene, while iceman put out the fires. The boy's eyes fluttered open, as Rogue cradeled him in her arms. He had dark auburn hair, that hung in whisps around his handsome face. He was very skinny, as if he hadn't eaten in days, and there were dark circles under his eyes. The boy had nice high cheekbones, which were still somewhat hidden in his adolescent face, and a slender nose. Rogue gasped when he opened his eyes, but only flinched slightly, they were a pair she knew well.
"Mama?" His tears extinguished the fire in his eyes, and Rogue could see the pain in the child's face, "Am ah dreaming?"
"Shhh, baby, yoah with tha' Xmen. Yoah gonna be fine, jus' close yoah eyes."
"No! Mama is that you? Is this real!? Please . . ." "Rogue?" Gambit's eyes widened as he reached for her shoulder, a concerned look spearing across his face. The boy, however, looked exuberant, he was actually smiling. "Ma-NO!!!!!" The Xmen spun around in unison, all looking towards the adjacent door. Gabriel and Prue had just waltzed back in.
"The boy!" "NO!" "Get him!" Prudence dove for the boy, but missed, as he raced up the stairs. Instead she met the iron fist of the Rogue. Blood spewed out of her gum, where a pearly white tooth used to be, as she was flung backwards into her partner. "Didn't even break a sweat." But the blonde girl was tougher than she looked, and licked her lips clear of the blood that was oozing out of her mouth. Emitting a samurai cry she jumped back into battle. Gabriel attempted to take on Gambit-duck-jump-flip- ouch! The bow staff had cracked his perfect nose, and the necromancer cried out in pain.
"ENOUGH!" Wolverine shoved Remy out of the way, and lifted Gabe by the scruff of his neck, the adamantium claws dangerously close to his adams apple. Prue frowned and stabbed Rogue in the gut-stealing a free moment to turn around.
"Go ahead, see what I care." "SNI-NO!" Aimée kicked Logan's arm away, her eyes glassy and her hair disheveled, "there's no point in killing him! She quickly added, stepping away from the panting Englishman.
"You spared his life. I knew you would, and as a true good sport, I spared hers." She smiled, noting Rogue, who clutched her bloody side angrily. "Come along necromancer, our business is done here." Stepping through the astonished crowd of mutants, Prue smiled once more at Aimée, and exited- practically dragging Gabriel out by the collar. The room's attention shifted, and Aimée found all eyes on her . . . staring, accusingly. "We'll discuss dis later." Gambit frowned and exited the hall.
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"Explain this to me again," Mr. Sinister was slumped in his chair, his face even whiter than usual, "You LOST the boy, to the Xmen, correct?" "Yes m'lord."
"You LOST . . . the boy . . . to the XMEN . . ." "Yes m'lord." "YOU LOST THE BOY TO THE XMEN!!!" "Yes, sir!"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly from his mouth.
"You will correct this little mistake."
"Yes m'lord." "Do not interrupt! You have ruined things far to much already!" "Yes m'lord." Sinister glared at them. Gabriel was stifling down a smile.
"You will get him back. I want him back here. You will bring him back to me,"
"Yes m'lord?"
"Oh and Gabriel?" "Yes, m'lady?" "Any mistakes" Madelyne's sneered at him, as she sat down on Sinister's lap, "And I will cut it off myself." A frightened gasp escaped his lips, before he curled them up into a smile.
"Yes M'lady."
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"Any better, Rogue?" "Ah'm fine Hank, really. Ah'll feel betta'h soon."
The blue beast smiled at her as he continued to dress the Xman's wounds. "That was brave of you."
"You woulda'h done the same. Any of us would risk our lives for that may'un." "I suppose we would, all done."
"Thanks." She returned a smile and pull down her shirt, the blood on it still fresh. Rogue hopped off the sink and headed towards the door, her brown curls bouncing behind her.
"Feelin' better, chere?" "Ah am know," She uneasily turned to face her husband, he had been standing outside of the room waiting, "sugah' Ah'm-" "I kno', its okay. Y'were right anyway, I shouldn't o' pressured ye'h."
"But that's no excuse."
"Chere, nothin' you say is gonna' make me feel better, ah I jus' need to t'ink about it on m'own. Y'hurt me, but right now we got bigger t'ings t'worry 'bout." She accepted his embrace, and buried her face in his shoulder, wiping away the tears. "Who was that boy, t'day?" "Aimée found 'em, but I t'ink more importantly . . . why'd he call y' sa mere?"
"An' he's got yoah eyes. Oh Remy, ya'h think?" "I t'ink y'outta go talk t'him" He replied with less enthusiasm than her, his eyes shifting darker, "He do' seem t'kno who I am." Rogue reached for him, but he was gone-already down the hall. She sighed and retracted her arm, turning towards the steps, and heading for the boy's room.
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Aimée had locked the door. She needed privacy, even from those who were polite enough to knock. She had saved him, saved that monster . . . the monster that killed her baby sibling (that sounds weird). She didn't know why she did it, something just happened. A force, something told her that she needed to protect him, that she just couldn't watch him die.
You still love him.
Aimée screamed into her pillow, drowning out the voice that was whispering in her ears. How can you love someone you don't even know!? That's not possible . . . it can't be possible. She didn't know Gabriel that's for sure. But did you know Didier? No, she hadn't known him . . . all she knew was that he was willing to go with her, to help her, and that was enough. Didier. She hadn't thought about him in a while, and Aimée couldn't help but be thankful that he hadn't been cremated. That meant there was still a chance for him to come back, as long as Gabriel was around.
Maybe that's why she did it? To save Didier, because Gabriel is the only one who could bring him back. Aimée smiled. Yes, that was it. She didn't love Gabriel. She loved his powers. . . And his smile . . . And his eyes . . .
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"Sugah? You in there?" Of course he was in there, she had heard him whimpering all the way up the steps.
"Can ah come in?" No response, but the door was unlocked.
"Hi." The boy was curled up on the bed, his hair hanging shaggy all over his dirty face, his eyes were wet with tears. Rouge frowned and sat down on the bed, reaching for his shoulder, but he recoiled. "Ya'h okay?" He shook his head no. "Ya'h have a name?" He shook his head no.
"That's okay, neitha'h did ah for a while."
"Yer name's Jade, Jade LeBeau. Ya'h 5 foot 8, got green eyes, brown hair." "ah?" "Ya'h love chocolate chip cookies, an' gone with tha' wind, all a' those old movies. Ya'h used t'tell me ta' be a gentleman, like Clark Gable . . . like ma'h papa."
Tears formed in her eyes as she reached for him. "What happened to you, baby?" "You died."
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~I must say . . . I make my chapters quite long compared to others . . . I guess that's why my stories are so short? Hmm -Gpp
get it? Get it?
Ahh well . . . -Foo
OH OH OH OH OH! And for those who have NO IDEA what I am talking about . . .
GO BACK AND READ: La Fille Et L'homme de la mort And if you really wanna be an expert ReBorn! AND BE SURE TO REVIEW!
And for time . . .if you are confused. There was a typo in the Part two's timeline, Aimée did not turn 13 last October! Reborn takes place when she is 5, I'd say it's early summer, may? June? 12 years pass and its time for La Fille . . . she is 17 and its early October (Bday-10/30) . . . that all wrapped up like a few days before she turned 18. The wedding was in May, and 3-4 months later Le Mort took place, in like . . . September. That wrapped up in the same month! SO Le Mort is over, and its September . . . and its time for Le Garcon to begin (what you are reading now) so its been a little while since then . . . lets say its around ummm January . . . err February, yep February! Okay . . . SO its February, and Aimée is 19. That means it has been around 4 months since Le Mort. I might change this . . . but I am almost POSITIVE that its February and Aimée is 19.
Maybe its February 4th . . . (smiles)
And now that I have bored you silly . . . a note for Fleur . . . my best reader/reviewer (no offense Caitlin but YOU don't do it online!!)
(this big paragraph is post our online convos, so forgive me if it's a little redundant!) Fleur: oer!? What was that * cough cough* about!? So confused! The next chapter wont be up until Monday . . . maybe Tuesday, since I wont be home. Sorry! Lol. I don't know any bakers, but I suppose they must be nice! Anyone who makes cakes & cookies for a living has gotta be a doll. I don't think I'll make Patrick a mutant . . . oh! Don't you just LOVE the name, I am so creative aren't I? * giggles insanely * I'm sorry I confused you! But ReBorn didn't STAR her, it was mostly about Remy . . . hell Pyralis (I think I might bring her back soon) was in it more than she was! You will love this one . . . no doubt, because it has more in common with 16yrs, being about family and all. However, part 4 is a personal fav because its about . . .well, amour. Heh, heh, heh. It was a very low blow on Rogue's part! Very! But she was upset, and he was pressuring her. Besides it seemed like she was always mad @ him and he was always apologizing, so I wanted her to have to apologize fer once . . . that really hurt him. And 16yrs . . . I think we should do it, I think that aimee (because shes less people) should get sucked into the 16yrs world, and cause mayhem . . .she might be a tad bitter towards the kids, seeing as how they had a dad and all . . .
and now for the new chapter . . .
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Le garçon du futur (the boy of the future) * yes it tried to add an e that time! *
Part 2.
Mama
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"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."
------------------------------------ "Please tell me you had a good excuse for doing that." Gabriel could feel her eyes burning into his back.
"Shut up Prue, I don't need this right now."
"SNIKT (would bone claws make the same noise!?), Don't turn on us again Necro."
Gabriel spun around quickly, his entrancing gray eyes meeting the icy blues.
"I would never. My place is with Mr. Sinister, that is where I belong," And he added with a smirk, "Besides, babe, I'd miss seeing that beautiful face o' yers."
He missed the claws by about an inch, because at that moment the pair had spun back around to face the mansion.
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"BOOM" The sound rang out loud through the hallways, every door swinging open to reveal curious faces. Instinctively, Remy leapt on his daughter, pinning her to the ground to protect her.
"What's going on!?"
"Professor!" Abe's voice called from the med lab, he sounded terrified. "Oh no, the patient!" Aimée rolled out from under Gambit's arms and raced towards the lab, but several of Abe's duplicates prevented her from going any farther. "FIRE!" The smoke alarms went off seconds later. She could make out fire in the medlab, just as another "BOOM" erupted from down the hall.
"Abe the boy! We have to save him!" "Ha! He's the one who's causing it!"
"What!?" but he didn't get a chance to respond, at that moment Gambit and Hank acted in unison, pulling the two teens away from a piece of metal that was about to blow. Aimée watched in awe as a red haze surround it, the debris almost seemed as if it was glowing . . . and then "BOOM!"
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"Where are you going!" Prue screeched at Gabriel, who had continued walking after the explosion.
"Where does it look like I'm going, wench? I'm goin' back t'sinister's"
"And how do you explain that huge explosion!?"
The black haired man frowned, "The Cajun man, Aimée's father, he's got quite the temper. I wouldn't be surprised if it were him."
"That's exactly why we need to go back!" "Why!?" "You are idiotic, dammit Gabriel, don't you realize!? They sound like Gambit, because its his own flesh and blood!" "The b-run!" The pair turned and raced back to the mansion.
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"Gambit!" "I know Hank! Its not me!"
She could make out a figure, entering the hall, his entire body looking drained of energy. It was him, the boy from the alleyway.
"Papa! Look!" he stumbeled down the hall, his eyes on fire, as sweat poured down his face.
"I gotta get out, gotta get out, red eyes, he'll find me! please . . . please . . . it hurts, please make it stop." He slurred his words as he shuffled across the floor, clutching the wall for support. Aimée could make out the professor sitting across the room, his hands placed firmly on his temples.
"No! Get outta'h my head!" The fragile boy's sobs turned to screams, and his body boiled with rage, "Trying to cage me! just like him! You will send me back to them! AHH!!" Jean screamed as the Professor's wheelchair glowed an eerie red, the very same shade the debris had gone-just before they blew to bits! "No!" Rogue, leapt from the top of the steps, and flew Professor X off the chair, just seconds before it blew.
"Bastard!" red optic beams were rapidly fired at the boy, and Cyclops had him down in two shots.
"Cyclops no!" Aimée and Rogue yelled in unison, but Rogue was faster, and she reached the boy's unconscious body first. "We don't fire upon tha' innocent Cyke, ya'h know that.!" "Y'call him innocent, chere? He nearly took dis whole damn place down!"
"Thank you Cyclops, Gambit, but Rogue is right. He needs our help." Logan had scooped up the professor and carried him over to the scene, while iceman put out the fires. The boy's eyes fluttered open, as Rogue cradeled him in her arms. He had dark auburn hair, that hung in whisps around his handsome face. He was very skinny, as if he hadn't eaten in days, and there were dark circles under his eyes. The boy had nice high cheekbones, which were still somewhat hidden in his adolescent face, and a slender nose. Rogue gasped when he opened his eyes, but only flinched slightly, they were a pair she knew well.
"Mama?" His tears extinguished the fire in his eyes, and Rogue could see the pain in the child's face, "Am ah dreaming?"
"Shhh, baby, yoah with tha' Xmen. Yoah gonna be fine, jus' close yoah eyes."
"No! Mama is that you? Is this real!? Please . . ." "Rogue?" Gambit's eyes widened as he reached for her shoulder, a concerned look spearing across his face. The boy, however, looked exuberant, he was actually smiling. "Ma-NO!!!!!" The Xmen spun around in unison, all looking towards the adjacent door. Gabriel and Prue had just waltzed back in.
"The boy!" "NO!" "Get him!" Prudence dove for the boy, but missed, as he raced up the stairs. Instead she met the iron fist of the Rogue. Blood spewed out of her gum, where a pearly white tooth used to be, as she was flung backwards into her partner. "Didn't even break a sweat." But the blonde girl was tougher than she looked, and licked her lips clear of the blood that was oozing out of her mouth. Emitting a samurai cry she jumped back into battle. Gabriel attempted to take on Gambit-duck-jump-flip- ouch! The bow staff had cracked his perfect nose, and the necromancer cried out in pain.
"ENOUGH!" Wolverine shoved Remy out of the way, and lifted Gabe by the scruff of his neck, the adamantium claws dangerously close to his adams apple. Prue frowned and stabbed Rogue in the gut-stealing a free moment to turn around.
"Go ahead, see what I care." "SNI-NO!" Aimée kicked Logan's arm away, her eyes glassy and her hair disheveled, "there's no point in killing him! She quickly added, stepping away from the panting Englishman.
"You spared his life. I knew you would, and as a true good sport, I spared hers." She smiled, noting Rogue, who clutched her bloody side angrily. "Come along necromancer, our business is done here." Stepping through the astonished crowd of mutants, Prue smiled once more at Aimée, and exited- practically dragging Gabriel out by the collar. The room's attention shifted, and Aimée found all eyes on her . . . staring, accusingly. "We'll discuss dis later." Gambit frowned and exited the hall.
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"Explain this to me again," Mr. Sinister was slumped in his chair, his face even whiter than usual, "You LOST the boy, to the Xmen, correct?" "Yes m'lord."
"You LOST . . . the boy . . . to the XMEN . . ." "Yes m'lord." "YOU LOST THE BOY TO THE XMEN!!!" "Yes, sir!"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly from his mouth.
"You will correct this little mistake."
"Yes m'lord." "Do not interrupt! You have ruined things far to much already!" "Yes m'lord." Sinister glared at them. Gabriel was stifling down a smile.
"You will get him back. I want him back here. You will bring him back to me,"
"Yes m'lord?"
"Oh and Gabriel?" "Yes, m'lady?" "Any mistakes" Madelyne's sneered at him, as she sat down on Sinister's lap, "And I will cut it off myself." A frightened gasp escaped his lips, before he curled them up into a smile.
"Yes M'lady."
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"Any better, Rogue?" "Ah'm fine Hank, really. Ah'll feel betta'h soon."
The blue beast smiled at her as he continued to dress the Xman's wounds. "That was brave of you."
"You woulda'h done the same. Any of us would risk our lives for that may'un." "I suppose we would, all done."
"Thanks." She returned a smile and pull down her shirt, the blood on it still fresh. Rogue hopped off the sink and headed towards the door, her brown curls bouncing behind her.
"Feelin' better, chere?" "Ah am know," She uneasily turned to face her husband, he had been standing outside of the room waiting, "sugah' Ah'm-" "I kno', its okay. Y'were right anyway, I shouldn't o' pressured ye'h."
"But that's no excuse."
"Chere, nothin' you say is gonna' make me feel better, ah I jus' need to t'ink about it on m'own. Y'hurt me, but right now we got bigger t'ings t'worry 'bout." She accepted his embrace, and buried her face in his shoulder, wiping away the tears. "Who was that boy, t'day?" "Aimée found 'em, but I t'ink more importantly . . . why'd he call y' sa mere?"
"An' he's got yoah eyes. Oh Remy, ya'h think?" "I t'ink y'outta go talk t'him" He replied with less enthusiasm than her, his eyes shifting darker, "He do' seem t'kno who I am." Rogue reached for him, but he was gone-already down the hall. She sighed and retracted her arm, turning towards the steps, and heading for the boy's room.
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Aimée had locked the door. She needed privacy, even from those who were polite enough to knock. She had saved him, saved that monster . . . the monster that killed her baby sibling (that sounds weird). She didn't know why she did it, something just happened. A force, something told her that she needed to protect him, that she just couldn't watch him die.
You still love him.
Aimée screamed into her pillow, drowning out the voice that was whispering in her ears. How can you love someone you don't even know!? That's not possible . . . it can't be possible. She didn't know Gabriel that's for sure. But did you know Didier? No, she hadn't known him . . . all she knew was that he was willing to go with her, to help her, and that was enough. Didier. She hadn't thought about him in a while, and Aimée couldn't help but be thankful that he hadn't been cremated. That meant there was still a chance for him to come back, as long as Gabriel was around.
Maybe that's why she did it? To save Didier, because Gabriel is the only one who could bring him back. Aimée smiled. Yes, that was it. She didn't love Gabriel. She loved his powers. . . And his smile . . . And his eyes . . .
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"Sugah? You in there?" Of course he was in there, she had heard him whimpering all the way up the steps.
"Can ah come in?" No response, but the door was unlocked.
"Hi." The boy was curled up on the bed, his hair hanging shaggy all over his dirty face, his eyes were wet with tears. Rouge frowned and sat down on the bed, reaching for his shoulder, but he recoiled. "Ya'h okay?" He shook his head no. "Ya'h have a name?" He shook his head no.
"That's okay, neitha'h did ah for a while."
"Yer name's Jade, Jade LeBeau. Ya'h 5 foot 8, got green eyes, brown hair." "ah?" "Ya'h love chocolate chip cookies, an' gone with tha' wind, all a' those old movies. Ya'h used t'tell me ta' be a gentleman, like Clark Gable . . . like ma'h papa."
Tears formed in her eyes as she reached for him. "What happened to you, baby?" "You died."
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~I must say . . . I make my chapters quite long compared to others . . . I guess that's why my stories are so short? Hmm -Gpp
get it? Get it?
Ahh well . . . -Foo