~You all seem to be confused about Aimée and Gabriel! REREAD the part where
she is in her room thinking . . . particularly the last paragraph. She
doesn't just want his power, that was just an excuse she was trying to use,
because honestly . . . she doesn't know WHY she can't stop thinking about
him.
Also, I'm sorry if that last blurb (at the end of chapter 2) confused you! I just re-read it . . . and it's a little short. His lines are meant to be read slowly at first, then slowly going faster . . . and since he knows all about her, its creeping Rogue out. NO, Rogue hasn't realized that he's her son . . . but whatever, they will soon! Actually . . . maybe in this chapter!? Well, she at least learns his name!
Oer, if I just ruined it for you . . . well you deserved it, because I made it REALLY obvious that he was the baby Gabe killed . . . now we just need to know WHY he was there.
NOTE: I did NOT proofread this NOTE: in her first scene, Aimée actually somewhat resembles * gasp * a normal teenager! Is it possible? Apparently so!
------------------------------------
Le garçon du futur
Part 3.
Southern Mothers
-----------------------------------
"Ah brought ya'h some lunch, thought maybe ya'h might be hungry. Peanut butter an-" Rogue giggled as the boy snatched the sandwich from the plate, gobbling it up in two bites. He swallowed the huge lump of Peanut butter and Jelly, and started on the pretzels.
"Hank didn't give ya'h nothin' t'eat? That's odd." He shook his head, they had fed him earlier, but he never exactly quit eating. Besides, the day's strenuous activities really wore him out. It had been two hours since they had last talked. The boy had rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving Rogue with a million questions, but she knew he must have been tired, and left the room quietly. She even let him shower before popping back in. She didn't tell anyone what he said. Gambit had gone into town on his motorcycle, still angry over her yelling at him earlier. The boy frowned and pushed his plate away, looking up sadly into her eyes.
"Ah'm sorry, about what ah did, t'that guy. The man in tha'wheelchair? Ah was jus' angry, is he okay?" He spoke with a southern accent, mixed with a natural childish drawl. She smiled, and took a seat next to him.
"He's fine. What about you? Feelin' any betta'h?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Ah'm Rogue by the way, though ya'h might already know that."
"If that's what you want me t'call you."
"Its what everybody calls me, sugah'. Howabout you?"
"Olivier, but people kept pronouncin' it wrong," He grinned sheepishly, "So ah started goin' by Luc."
"Luc, huh?"
"Ma'h middle name."
"Ya'h wanna tell me anything else?"
"Not yet."
Rogue smiled at him, and took his arm.
"Come on, ah want ya'h t'meet the others." ----------------------------------
Aimée groaned and tossed her tarot cards across the room, she had no idea why she took up the stupid game, seeing as how her roommate was a seer and all. She brushed her long brown hair off her face, and drew it back into a low braid, it was a mess. As was her bedroom, the teen took it in with a sweep of her red eyes, and groaned. Her roommate was going to freak. She heard her name yelled up the steps, and Aimée grunted back, rolling off the bed and heading towards the door.
"Aimée!!!!! Guest!!!!!" It was Wolverine doing the shouting, and she gave him her best fake smile as she shuffled towards the door.
"Hel-Patrick!" Quickly she slammed the door in his face, and screeched at Logan,
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS HIM!?"
"Who?"
"PATRICK!"
"I don't know who the hell that guy is! What are y'yellin' at me for!?" He snarled at her and clomped down the hall, muttering angry swears as he went. Aimée slumped back against the door, groaning and massaging her temples.
"Hello?"
"Shit!" She spun around and swung the door back open. He now looked a little angry.
"Sorry."
"Its okay."
"What are you doing here?"
"Checking on you, ya'h kind of kicked me out of here after I dropped off the kid. I never got to ask you on a second date."
"Date? A Date?"
"If that's okay . . ." She stared slack jawed at him for a moment, but then quickly regained composure.
"Sure."
"You sound surprised."
"Me? Surprised?" Hell yeah she was surprised! She was really mean to him the night before, kicking him out of the mansion without even a goodbye, and she hadn't called him to apologize or anything, "Sure, I'd love to."
"Great, because I got these concert tickets for Friday and I was wonderi-"
"Definitely."
"Cool, well I'll call you."
"Okay." Aimée replied breathily, smiling even after she had shut the door. He had asked her out, he had asked her out, yes! She was on cloud nine, and did a little victory dance before spinning around to go back up the steps. But as soon as she turned around, poof, the cloud was gone . . . and she was falling slowly back to hell. Gambit's snarl was enough to make Peewee Herman miserable, and right now it was fixated upon her.
"Papa . . ."She said uneasily.
"The Lounge, now."
"Yes Papa."
------------------------------------
"The power—limitless, the potential—He is just amazing. A gift. My gift. Everything that Remy couldn't be and more." Prudence stifled down a groan; she had been in Sinister's office for nearly an hour, listening to him ramble on the importance of the Kinetic boy.
"Prudence? My dear, are you listening?" Yes she was listening, she had been listening to him talk about this child for months! She hated Olivier, and Sinister's obsession with him. To put it simply, she was jealous, jealous of the boy who had stolen her spotlight. Prue had even gone as far as to leave his cage open one night. She had no idea that she and Gabriel would become his personal henchman, once the child escaped.
"Yes m'lord."
"Good, you are dismissed." She practically skipped out the door into the hall.
"Still rambling?" Gabriel asked from his corner.
"Yes."
"Better not let him hear y'talkin' like that."
"What do you mean?" The blonde girl snarled at him.
"I mean, that you can't even think about that boy without unsheathin' those claws, without the fire of hatred showin' in y'eyes."
"Shut up Gabriel, just shut up." He snickered as she furiously walked away, "shut up?" oh how very 9th grade you Prudence.
"Uhnnh uhhhh!!" Gabe leapt from his seat, his smile immediately disappearing as he practically ran down the hall
"What the Hell are you doing!?" He roared at Pussycat, his eyes wide and angry
"She bit me!" The redhead replied, clutching her left hand, the other one was holding a taser.
"Shoo! Oh I'll do a lot worse!" Poppy (that's her name) hissed at him, but stomped out of the room anyway, leaving Gabriel alone with his sister.
"Did she hurt you?" He asked in a gentle voice, approaching the frightening figure at the far side of the room. Gabrielle was sitting inside of a cage, cowering in a corner her black hair hanging in front of her eyes. On her head sat a large power inhibitor. She hadn't spoken in a month, hadn't eaten for two, and was slowly reverting back to her old ways. She had been scratching herself, digging her nails into her flesh until she bled, so Sinister had her fitted with a straight jacket.
"Gabrielle, please." Gabriel brushed back his hair, and crouched down beside the small cage's door. "Darling talk to me." He unlocked the door, and helped her up, sitting her down on the bed so he could undo the straight jacket. He wasn't supposed to, but she was his sister, and Gabriel visited everyday.
"Why do you come here Gabriel?" She asked in an eerie singsong voice, a week ago she had began speaking to him.
"Because I love you, please, sit up."
"Love? Love is a lie. Love is—pain."
"It doesn't have to be this way, Gabrielle, I tried, I really did, but you were hurting yourself, and there were no other options."
She did not respond to that one, just rolled over onto her back, the black eyes staring towards the ceiling.
"I wish you would stop this. It scares me to see you this way. Just think, think how much better things would be if you just came willingly. I wouldn't let them hurt you."
"Go away brother, I don't want to see you."
"Gabrielle, please."
"GO AWAY!!!!!!!" He frowned, and exited the room, making sure to lock the door on his way out. He would be back in an hour, to give her a sedative and put her back in the cage, but for now he would go back to his room. Go back to his room and cry.
"Rough time, Gabriel?" Pussycat smiled at him in the hall.
"Fuck you, Poppy, fuck you."
Crrrlap.
Her body lay in a mangled heap at the floor, the necromancer sitting over it, drinking happily. He would be called in to revive her later, but for now? For now it just felt good to kill.
------------------------------------
"Jean, this is Ol-ah mean, Luc" Jean Summers (la-di-da, they got back together after La Fille) smiled brightly, and took his hand gently into hers.
"Hi, I'm Jean Summers." Luc smiled back, and let Rogue steer him down the hall, his cheeks slightly flushed. He had met six people already, each one with their own little quirks, but surprisingly—normal.
"Not so bad, huh?" Rogue whispered into his ear.
"Not bad at all."
"Ya'h wanna meet ma'h husband?"
Luc froze; he hadn't been ready for that.
"Come on, darlin', he don't bite."
------------------------------------
"Please t'ink befo' y'try t'answer dis." Aimée nodded her head, her gaze still locked onto the floor.
"I don't know, papa, I don't know."
"Yes y'do, y'jus' don' wanna t'tell me." It was very difficult to understand him. When Remy got angry, his accent grew very thick, at this point she would have preferred for him to speak in French.
"I was just thinking, that it would be useful. Papa he's a necromancer, he raises the dead! Do you have any idea how amazing that would be if we had him in our possession?"
"Yes! Yes I do! But we are Xmen, not Marauders, we don' kidnap people fo' our own personal usage. That's the difference."
"I have control over him, he still wants me, I could get Gabrielle back!"
"Non, we don' use people like dat." Gambit frowned, letting his hair fall down to shield his face. "P'tit, it was admirable dat y'saved dat monsters life, dat y'were able to realize dat we don' kill people here, no matter their sins. But chere, y'still have much t'learn, and I plan on reccomendin' a longer training to de professor."
"No!" Aimée screamed at him, her eyes red with fury. "You can't do this to me! I've worked to hard!"
"Nobody loves y'like me, Aimée, but ye'h ain't ready."
"Ready my ass!"
"Don' y'dare--"
They both froze, mid scream, and turned to face Rogue and Luc, who just entered the room. Luc looked petrified.
"Aimée, Remy, this is Luc. Luc, meet ma'h husband, and ma'h daughter."
"Bonjour."
"Its you." Luc stated, his eyes wide and frightened.
"Pardon?"
"Its you, yoah the man that Mast'uh said ah wa—Yoah my father."
Remy frowned and glanced at Rogue, raising his eyebrows, "Rogue? What's goin' on?"
"Remy, we have t'talk." Rogue smiled nervously, reaching for his arm and steering him out of the room, "Luc-Aimée, Aimée-Luc."
"Hi" Aimée tried her best to smile, even though her mind was still raging with fury.
"Ah neva'h had a sister."
"What?"
"AH NEVA'H HAD A SISTER!"
"Wha-ahh!" but she was ducking for cover, before she could respond, Luc had blown up the desk!
"You work for him! Yoah one o' them aren't ya'h!?"
"Stoppit!" Apparently her training was better than his with Sinister, or maybe it was just the 4 year age difference, because she was on him in a second, and with one powerful kick she slammed his body right through the wall.
------------------------------------
"What de hell is goin' on!?"
"Remy, calm down! Ah don't even know yet, its just this boy—dammit there's somethin' about him, and ah wanna find out where he came from. Ah thi—" But she didn't have a chance to finish, because at that moment the wall behind Remy collapsed, with Luc's body being propelled through it. Rogue leapt on her husband, protecting him from the fall. She looked up and saw the boy lying in a heap, her daughter with fists clenched still in the room.
"What did ya'h do!?" She yelled, racing towards his body.
"He was trying to kill me!" But Rogue didn't believe her, she just glared at her daughter, scooped up the boy, and flew out of there. Leaving Remy and Aimée confused in the wreckage.
------------------------------------
"Venez ! juste une seconde !*" The copper haired woman stood up and walked to her front door, where someone was obnoxiously banging on it. "Oui? Qui est—oh!" A blonde man was lying at her doorstep, his hair was clotted with dirt, and his body weak as he collapsed on her feet. "Oh mon dieu! Venez! Venez! Je suis P—"
"l'eau, bonne chance, jaune, umm, dammit! je prends la biologie le samedi, please, si'l vous plait, parlez vous anglais?" he mumbled in a rush
"Oui, I mean yes."
"Thank you, merci." He breathily moaned as she drug him inside, his bloody wounds ruining her white carpet.
"Don't worry, your safe here."
---------TRANSLATIONS
*Coming! Just a second! ** Yes? Who is—oh! ***Oh my god! Come in! I'm ****water, good luck, yellow! I take biology on Saturdays, please, do you speak English? *****thank you ------------------------------------
~!!!!!!!!! By the by, I used a lot of easy French words, I understand them all! -Foo
Also, I'm sorry if that last blurb (at the end of chapter 2) confused you! I just re-read it . . . and it's a little short. His lines are meant to be read slowly at first, then slowly going faster . . . and since he knows all about her, its creeping Rogue out. NO, Rogue hasn't realized that he's her son . . . but whatever, they will soon! Actually . . . maybe in this chapter!? Well, she at least learns his name!
Oer, if I just ruined it for you . . . well you deserved it, because I made it REALLY obvious that he was the baby Gabe killed . . . now we just need to know WHY he was there.
NOTE: I did NOT proofread this NOTE: in her first scene, Aimée actually somewhat resembles * gasp * a normal teenager! Is it possible? Apparently so!
------------------------------------
Le garçon du futur
Part 3.
Southern Mothers
-----------------------------------
"Ah brought ya'h some lunch, thought maybe ya'h might be hungry. Peanut butter an-" Rogue giggled as the boy snatched the sandwich from the plate, gobbling it up in two bites. He swallowed the huge lump of Peanut butter and Jelly, and started on the pretzels.
"Hank didn't give ya'h nothin' t'eat? That's odd." He shook his head, they had fed him earlier, but he never exactly quit eating. Besides, the day's strenuous activities really wore him out. It had been two hours since they had last talked. The boy had rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving Rogue with a million questions, but she knew he must have been tired, and left the room quietly. She even let him shower before popping back in. She didn't tell anyone what he said. Gambit had gone into town on his motorcycle, still angry over her yelling at him earlier. The boy frowned and pushed his plate away, looking up sadly into her eyes.
"Ah'm sorry, about what ah did, t'that guy. The man in tha'wheelchair? Ah was jus' angry, is he okay?" He spoke with a southern accent, mixed with a natural childish drawl. She smiled, and took a seat next to him.
"He's fine. What about you? Feelin' any betta'h?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Ah'm Rogue by the way, though ya'h might already know that."
"If that's what you want me t'call you."
"Its what everybody calls me, sugah'. Howabout you?"
"Olivier, but people kept pronouncin' it wrong," He grinned sheepishly, "So ah started goin' by Luc."
"Luc, huh?"
"Ma'h middle name."
"Ya'h wanna tell me anything else?"
"Not yet."
Rogue smiled at him, and took his arm.
"Come on, ah want ya'h t'meet the others." ----------------------------------
Aimée groaned and tossed her tarot cards across the room, she had no idea why she took up the stupid game, seeing as how her roommate was a seer and all. She brushed her long brown hair off her face, and drew it back into a low braid, it was a mess. As was her bedroom, the teen took it in with a sweep of her red eyes, and groaned. Her roommate was going to freak. She heard her name yelled up the steps, and Aimée grunted back, rolling off the bed and heading towards the door.
"Aimée!!!!! Guest!!!!!" It was Wolverine doing the shouting, and she gave him her best fake smile as she shuffled towards the door.
"Hel-Patrick!" Quickly she slammed the door in his face, and screeched at Logan,
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS HIM!?"
"Who?"
"PATRICK!"
"I don't know who the hell that guy is! What are y'yellin' at me for!?" He snarled at her and clomped down the hall, muttering angry swears as he went. Aimée slumped back against the door, groaning and massaging her temples.
"Hello?"
"Shit!" She spun around and swung the door back open. He now looked a little angry.
"Sorry."
"Its okay."
"What are you doing here?"
"Checking on you, ya'h kind of kicked me out of here after I dropped off the kid. I never got to ask you on a second date."
"Date? A Date?"
"If that's okay . . ." She stared slack jawed at him for a moment, but then quickly regained composure.
"Sure."
"You sound surprised."
"Me? Surprised?" Hell yeah she was surprised! She was really mean to him the night before, kicking him out of the mansion without even a goodbye, and she hadn't called him to apologize or anything, "Sure, I'd love to."
"Great, because I got these concert tickets for Friday and I was wonderi-"
"Definitely."
"Cool, well I'll call you."
"Okay." Aimée replied breathily, smiling even after she had shut the door. He had asked her out, he had asked her out, yes! She was on cloud nine, and did a little victory dance before spinning around to go back up the steps. But as soon as she turned around, poof, the cloud was gone . . . and she was falling slowly back to hell. Gambit's snarl was enough to make Peewee Herman miserable, and right now it was fixated upon her.
"Papa . . ."She said uneasily.
"The Lounge, now."
"Yes Papa."
------------------------------------
"The power—limitless, the potential—He is just amazing. A gift. My gift. Everything that Remy couldn't be and more." Prudence stifled down a groan; she had been in Sinister's office for nearly an hour, listening to him ramble on the importance of the Kinetic boy.
"Prudence? My dear, are you listening?" Yes she was listening, she had been listening to him talk about this child for months! She hated Olivier, and Sinister's obsession with him. To put it simply, she was jealous, jealous of the boy who had stolen her spotlight. Prue had even gone as far as to leave his cage open one night. She had no idea that she and Gabriel would become his personal henchman, once the child escaped.
"Yes m'lord."
"Good, you are dismissed." She practically skipped out the door into the hall.
"Still rambling?" Gabriel asked from his corner.
"Yes."
"Better not let him hear y'talkin' like that."
"What do you mean?" The blonde girl snarled at him.
"I mean, that you can't even think about that boy without unsheathin' those claws, without the fire of hatred showin' in y'eyes."
"Shut up Gabriel, just shut up." He snickered as she furiously walked away, "shut up?" oh how very 9th grade you Prudence.
"Uhnnh uhhhh!!" Gabe leapt from his seat, his smile immediately disappearing as he practically ran down the hall
"What the Hell are you doing!?" He roared at Pussycat, his eyes wide and angry
"She bit me!" The redhead replied, clutching her left hand, the other one was holding a taser.
"Shoo! Oh I'll do a lot worse!" Poppy (that's her name) hissed at him, but stomped out of the room anyway, leaving Gabriel alone with his sister.
"Did she hurt you?" He asked in a gentle voice, approaching the frightening figure at the far side of the room. Gabrielle was sitting inside of a cage, cowering in a corner her black hair hanging in front of her eyes. On her head sat a large power inhibitor. She hadn't spoken in a month, hadn't eaten for two, and was slowly reverting back to her old ways. She had been scratching herself, digging her nails into her flesh until she bled, so Sinister had her fitted with a straight jacket.
"Gabrielle, please." Gabriel brushed back his hair, and crouched down beside the small cage's door. "Darling talk to me." He unlocked the door, and helped her up, sitting her down on the bed so he could undo the straight jacket. He wasn't supposed to, but she was his sister, and Gabriel visited everyday.
"Why do you come here Gabriel?" She asked in an eerie singsong voice, a week ago she had began speaking to him.
"Because I love you, please, sit up."
"Love? Love is a lie. Love is—pain."
"It doesn't have to be this way, Gabrielle, I tried, I really did, but you were hurting yourself, and there were no other options."
She did not respond to that one, just rolled over onto her back, the black eyes staring towards the ceiling.
"I wish you would stop this. It scares me to see you this way. Just think, think how much better things would be if you just came willingly. I wouldn't let them hurt you."
"Go away brother, I don't want to see you."
"Gabrielle, please."
"GO AWAY!!!!!!!" He frowned, and exited the room, making sure to lock the door on his way out. He would be back in an hour, to give her a sedative and put her back in the cage, but for now he would go back to his room. Go back to his room and cry.
"Rough time, Gabriel?" Pussycat smiled at him in the hall.
"Fuck you, Poppy, fuck you."
Crrrlap.
Her body lay in a mangled heap at the floor, the necromancer sitting over it, drinking happily. He would be called in to revive her later, but for now? For now it just felt good to kill.
------------------------------------
"Jean, this is Ol-ah mean, Luc" Jean Summers (la-di-da, they got back together after La Fille) smiled brightly, and took his hand gently into hers.
"Hi, I'm Jean Summers." Luc smiled back, and let Rogue steer him down the hall, his cheeks slightly flushed. He had met six people already, each one with their own little quirks, but surprisingly—normal.
"Not so bad, huh?" Rogue whispered into his ear.
"Not bad at all."
"Ya'h wanna meet ma'h husband?"
Luc froze; he hadn't been ready for that.
"Come on, darlin', he don't bite."
------------------------------------
"Please t'ink befo' y'try t'answer dis." Aimée nodded her head, her gaze still locked onto the floor.
"I don't know, papa, I don't know."
"Yes y'do, y'jus' don' wanna t'tell me." It was very difficult to understand him. When Remy got angry, his accent grew very thick, at this point she would have preferred for him to speak in French.
"I was just thinking, that it would be useful. Papa he's a necromancer, he raises the dead! Do you have any idea how amazing that would be if we had him in our possession?"
"Yes! Yes I do! But we are Xmen, not Marauders, we don' kidnap people fo' our own personal usage. That's the difference."
"I have control over him, he still wants me, I could get Gabrielle back!"
"Non, we don' use people like dat." Gambit frowned, letting his hair fall down to shield his face. "P'tit, it was admirable dat y'saved dat monsters life, dat y'were able to realize dat we don' kill people here, no matter their sins. But chere, y'still have much t'learn, and I plan on reccomendin' a longer training to de professor."
"No!" Aimée screamed at him, her eyes red with fury. "You can't do this to me! I've worked to hard!"
"Nobody loves y'like me, Aimée, but ye'h ain't ready."
"Ready my ass!"
"Don' y'dare--"
They both froze, mid scream, and turned to face Rogue and Luc, who just entered the room. Luc looked petrified.
"Aimée, Remy, this is Luc. Luc, meet ma'h husband, and ma'h daughter."
"Bonjour."
"Its you." Luc stated, his eyes wide and frightened.
"Pardon?"
"Its you, yoah the man that Mast'uh said ah wa—Yoah my father."
Remy frowned and glanced at Rogue, raising his eyebrows, "Rogue? What's goin' on?"
"Remy, we have t'talk." Rogue smiled nervously, reaching for his arm and steering him out of the room, "Luc-Aimée, Aimée-Luc."
"Hi" Aimée tried her best to smile, even though her mind was still raging with fury.
"Ah neva'h had a sister."
"What?"
"AH NEVA'H HAD A SISTER!"
"Wha-ahh!" but she was ducking for cover, before she could respond, Luc had blown up the desk!
"You work for him! Yoah one o' them aren't ya'h!?"
"Stoppit!" Apparently her training was better than his with Sinister, or maybe it was just the 4 year age difference, because she was on him in a second, and with one powerful kick she slammed his body right through the wall.
------------------------------------
"What de hell is goin' on!?"
"Remy, calm down! Ah don't even know yet, its just this boy—dammit there's somethin' about him, and ah wanna find out where he came from. Ah thi—" But she didn't have a chance to finish, because at that moment the wall behind Remy collapsed, with Luc's body being propelled through it. Rogue leapt on her husband, protecting him from the fall. She looked up and saw the boy lying in a heap, her daughter with fists clenched still in the room.
"What did ya'h do!?" She yelled, racing towards his body.
"He was trying to kill me!" But Rogue didn't believe her, she just glared at her daughter, scooped up the boy, and flew out of there. Leaving Remy and Aimée confused in the wreckage.
------------------------------------
"Venez ! juste une seconde !*" The copper haired woman stood up and walked to her front door, where someone was obnoxiously banging on it. "Oui? Qui est—oh!" A blonde man was lying at her doorstep, his hair was clotted with dirt, and his body weak as he collapsed on her feet. "Oh mon dieu! Venez! Venez! Je suis P—"
"l'eau, bonne chance, jaune, umm, dammit! je prends la biologie le samedi, please, si'l vous plait, parlez vous anglais?" he mumbled in a rush
"Oui, I mean yes."
"Thank you, merci." He breathily moaned as she drug him inside, his bloody wounds ruining her white carpet.
"Don't worry, your safe here."
---------TRANSLATIONS
*Coming! Just a second! ** Yes? Who is—oh! ***Oh my god! Come in! I'm ****water, good luck, yellow! I take biology on Saturdays, please, do you speak English? *****thank you ------------------------------------
~!!!!!!!!! By the by, I used a lot of easy French words, I understand them all! -Foo