~This is a shorti, but it is Luc's past . . . I don't have much else to
say! Enjoy!
I cant believe I have nothing left to ramble about!!!!!
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Le garçon du futur
Part 4.
Blurred Past
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"What the hell just happened?"
"Ah don' kno' P'tit." Remy helped Aimée climb through the wall (there's a hole in it dumbass), and over the wreckage, "But I suggest we hide, someone's gon' be pretty angry when de see dis mess." Gambit and Aimée giggled, apparently forgetting their previous fight, and scampered don't the hall. They slid out the back door and behind the shed.
"I don't think we were followed." Remy smirked at his daughter, and brushed back a few of her stray hairs, almost feeling like she was a little girl.
"Y'beautiful, ye'h kno' dat?" She raised an eyebrow, grinning, "Where do you think I get it from?"
Gambit let out a hearty laugh, "Ta mere," and glancing at her again, added, "Maybe a little from me."
"So humble" Aimée looked down at the ground, and then glanced back at him, "Papa? What do you think is the matter with that boy? Why is he calling mama his mother?"
"Ah don' kno', but he didn't seem t'like us much."
"Yeah well neither does mama right now."
"Thas' fo' sure"
"I have a theory." He cast a confused look at her.
"A theory?"
"I don't want you to get upset."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "If y'say dat ah proally will. Better not tell me, chere, at least not now."
"It's j-" but she was interrupted by a commotion on the roof.
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"Get away from me!" shingles from the roof were continuously blowing up in her face, but Rogue pressed on, refusing to leave him alone.
"Ah'm not leaving ya'h Luc! Just calm down and we can talk!"
"Ah don' wanna talk!" Luc stopped, glaring at the woman with tears in his eyes, "How can ah trust you mama? Ya'h don' even recognize me!"
"Ah do recognize you! Ah kno' who ya'h are!"
Luc stopped, his heart raising as he stared questioningly into her eyes, "Ya'h got one minute."
"Yeah? Where d'ya'h suppose yoah gonna go?" Rogue slowly returned to the ground, her lips tilted up into a smirk as she made her way over to the boy.
"Ah don't kno', home."
"Where's home, Olivier?" She asked softly.
"The last place ah remember—was Caldecott County, Mississippi." He stated, looking to Rogue. Dropping her voice down to barely a whisper, she pursed her lips to ask . . .
"When?"
Luc looked confused at first, his brows furrowing, before opening his mouth to respond.
"2018" (complicated time thing, that means its 2003 right now, I just needed something that said 15yrs into the future.)
"Oh baby!" She took him into her arms, and sobbed, making sure to avoid touching his skin, "My baby."
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"Dat y'theory?"
"He's your son, the one Gabriel killed."
Remy frowned, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Mon fils"
"Papa-"
"Non, lets jus' listen."
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"Life was happy once, back when ah was younger—before tha' wars. Ah don' remember much about then, the man—he tried, he tried t'make ma'h memories go away. Ah had a family, you, ah remember you, and a father, I remember him less. He had strong arms. 'Could toss me in tha' air a thousand times, and neva'h get tired. He had a nice laugh, and a warm face, and he used t'tell me stories about when he was ma'h age. Mama, mama was beautiful, she could do anything. Ah remember one time, me an' ma'h friend, we were playin' outside ma'h house. He kept runnin' into the street, and ah knew we weren't supposed ta'do that but, but he kept on goin' on out there . . .a car came, but he didn't see it comin', he was just there, laughin' and shootin' me with his water gun. The car didn't brake—he was gonna' hit 'em! So ah ran, ah ran and shoved him outta'h the way, but ah got hit instead. The car rolled right over ma'h leg. Mama ran outside, she was terrified, ah passed out, but ah swore—ah swore, ah saw her lift that car off o'me. She told me a few years later, that she an' papa were mutants. It made sense then."
Luc paused for a moment, relishing in his memory, but then shook his head and began again.
"Then the trouble came—ah think ah was six when papa left, the mutant wars came. Papa went out to join the front line, said he had t'protect us. Ah nevuh saw him again, mama said he died. 5 years later tha' wars were over. Mutants were exiled, sent t'live in Auschwitz-type camps, sent t'die. Mama and ah fled, we went to a small town, where some nice people decided they could hide us. The town let us stay, we stayed there for 4 years, in a nice house on a hill. One day tha'mutant hunters came a' knockin-an" There were tears falling onto his cheeks, and Rogue put her arm around his small shoulders.
"shh, baby, its okay t'cry."
"No! No ah gotta get this out! The village people were scared, they went up the hill, ah was still at school—an' they, they shot her. They shot you, an' ah was next. I got off the bus and walked up the hill, ah didn't know! I woulduh ran faster! Ah saw smoke, mah house was on fire, and you . . . mama ya'h were layin' there, dead. The men came out, aimed their rifles at me. Mista'h Warding, he looked me in the eye, he said 'boy! You got three seconds!' and he aimed his rifle at my heart, 'three seconds boy, three seconds to run.'"
She held him as he sobbed into her chest, frightened by his words, was this her future?
"You don' have ta'tell me no more."
"Ah killed them."
"What?"
"The gun, it exploded in his arms, blew off his head. The others got scared, started shootin', but pretty soon ah blew up their guns to. There was a red glow, went all around 'em, then BANG. Ah killed every one of 'em, every damn one. Ah didn't know what t'do, and tha' town wanted m'dead, so ah ran, ah ran into the woods surrounding the river, and ah hid there for a week on berries and river water. After about a week, ah decided ah needed t'see you. See what they did with ya'h body."
"Luc—"
"Tha' people were kind, they gave you a grave, a little one, but nice still. Ah picked some flowers, sat fa' a while, but then ah was spotted. Someone saw me, called the sheriff, ah wasn't gonna run, ah deserved t'die for ma'h crimes. But then . . .then . . ."
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"Then what!?"
"sshhh!!"
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"These people appeared, ah learned later, from Sinister, that they call themselves Marauders. They attacked the sheriff, and all tha' otha' townspeople who had came, and in a matter of minutes, destroyed them all. Ah was terrified, ah kept screamin'. Those people, those people didn't deserve t'die! Its not up to us who lives and dies! So ah ran again, ran away from them, ran right into him."
"Who?"
"The man with tha' red eyes."
"Mr. Sinister?"
"Yes, he told me. Told me he wanted to recruit me to his team. Told me ah had gifts, ah don't have gifts. Ah refused, he forced me. Fa' 4 months ah was in his care, in a prison, all ah ever heard about was ma'h 'limitless potential' and how ah would 'tip the scales'. Ah don' wanna talk about that."
"How did ya'h get out here?"
"Marauder, the blonde one, she left my cage open. Horrible woman, hates me more than ah've ever seen, but she let me go. Ah've been hiding for the past few days, and then ah came here . . . Yoah daughter, ma'h sister? Aimée?"
"Found you in the alleyway."
"Ah'm sorry, ah tried t'hurt her, you just have no idea."
"Its okay, this must be hard to take."
"Ah just never knew her."
Rogue frowned, and turned away from him.
"That's what scares me."
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~the next one 'll be long . . . I promise!
-Foo
I cant believe I have nothing left to ramble about!!!!!
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Le garçon du futur
Part 4.
Blurred Past
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"What the hell just happened?"
"Ah don' kno' P'tit." Remy helped Aimée climb through the wall (there's a hole in it dumbass), and over the wreckage, "But I suggest we hide, someone's gon' be pretty angry when de see dis mess." Gambit and Aimée giggled, apparently forgetting their previous fight, and scampered don't the hall. They slid out the back door and behind the shed.
"I don't think we were followed." Remy smirked at his daughter, and brushed back a few of her stray hairs, almost feeling like she was a little girl.
"Y'beautiful, ye'h kno' dat?" She raised an eyebrow, grinning, "Where do you think I get it from?"
Gambit let out a hearty laugh, "Ta mere," and glancing at her again, added, "Maybe a little from me."
"So humble" Aimée looked down at the ground, and then glanced back at him, "Papa? What do you think is the matter with that boy? Why is he calling mama his mother?"
"Ah don' kno', but he didn't seem t'like us much."
"Yeah well neither does mama right now."
"Thas' fo' sure"
"I have a theory." He cast a confused look at her.
"A theory?"
"I don't want you to get upset."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "If y'say dat ah proally will. Better not tell me, chere, at least not now."
"It's j-" but she was interrupted by a commotion on the roof.
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"Get away from me!" shingles from the roof were continuously blowing up in her face, but Rogue pressed on, refusing to leave him alone.
"Ah'm not leaving ya'h Luc! Just calm down and we can talk!"
"Ah don' wanna talk!" Luc stopped, glaring at the woman with tears in his eyes, "How can ah trust you mama? Ya'h don' even recognize me!"
"Ah do recognize you! Ah kno' who ya'h are!"
Luc stopped, his heart raising as he stared questioningly into her eyes, "Ya'h got one minute."
"Yeah? Where d'ya'h suppose yoah gonna go?" Rogue slowly returned to the ground, her lips tilted up into a smirk as she made her way over to the boy.
"Ah don't kno', home."
"Where's home, Olivier?" She asked softly.
"The last place ah remember—was Caldecott County, Mississippi." He stated, looking to Rogue. Dropping her voice down to barely a whisper, she pursed her lips to ask . . .
"When?"
Luc looked confused at first, his brows furrowing, before opening his mouth to respond.
"2018" (complicated time thing, that means its 2003 right now, I just needed something that said 15yrs into the future.)
"Oh baby!" She took him into her arms, and sobbed, making sure to avoid touching his skin, "My baby."
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"Dat y'theory?"
"He's your son, the one Gabriel killed."
Remy frowned, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Mon fils"
"Papa-"
"Non, lets jus' listen."
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"Life was happy once, back when ah was younger—before tha' wars. Ah don' remember much about then, the man—he tried, he tried t'make ma'h memories go away. Ah had a family, you, ah remember you, and a father, I remember him less. He had strong arms. 'Could toss me in tha' air a thousand times, and neva'h get tired. He had a nice laugh, and a warm face, and he used t'tell me stories about when he was ma'h age. Mama, mama was beautiful, she could do anything. Ah remember one time, me an' ma'h friend, we were playin' outside ma'h house. He kept runnin' into the street, and ah knew we weren't supposed ta'do that but, but he kept on goin' on out there . . .a car came, but he didn't see it comin', he was just there, laughin' and shootin' me with his water gun. The car didn't brake—he was gonna' hit 'em! So ah ran, ah ran and shoved him outta'h the way, but ah got hit instead. The car rolled right over ma'h leg. Mama ran outside, she was terrified, ah passed out, but ah swore—ah swore, ah saw her lift that car off o'me. She told me a few years later, that she an' papa were mutants. It made sense then."
Luc paused for a moment, relishing in his memory, but then shook his head and began again.
"Then the trouble came—ah think ah was six when papa left, the mutant wars came. Papa went out to join the front line, said he had t'protect us. Ah nevuh saw him again, mama said he died. 5 years later tha' wars were over. Mutants were exiled, sent t'live in Auschwitz-type camps, sent t'die. Mama and ah fled, we went to a small town, where some nice people decided they could hide us. The town let us stay, we stayed there for 4 years, in a nice house on a hill. One day tha'mutant hunters came a' knockin-an" There were tears falling onto his cheeks, and Rogue put her arm around his small shoulders.
"shh, baby, its okay t'cry."
"No! No ah gotta get this out! The village people were scared, they went up the hill, ah was still at school—an' they, they shot her. They shot you, an' ah was next. I got off the bus and walked up the hill, ah didn't know! I woulduh ran faster! Ah saw smoke, mah house was on fire, and you . . . mama ya'h were layin' there, dead. The men came out, aimed their rifles at me. Mista'h Warding, he looked me in the eye, he said 'boy! You got three seconds!' and he aimed his rifle at my heart, 'three seconds boy, three seconds to run.'"
She held him as he sobbed into her chest, frightened by his words, was this her future?
"You don' have ta'tell me no more."
"Ah killed them."
"What?"
"The gun, it exploded in his arms, blew off his head. The others got scared, started shootin', but pretty soon ah blew up their guns to. There was a red glow, went all around 'em, then BANG. Ah killed every one of 'em, every damn one. Ah didn't know what t'do, and tha' town wanted m'dead, so ah ran, ah ran into the woods surrounding the river, and ah hid there for a week on berries and river water. After about a week, ah decided ah needed t'see you. See what they did with ya'h body."
"Luc—"
"Tha' people were kind, they gave you a grave, a little one, but nice still. Ah picked some flowers, sat fa' a while, but then ah was spotted. Someone saw me, called the sheriff, ah wasn't gonna run, ah deserved t'die for ma'h crimes. But then . . .then . . ."
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"Then what!?"
"sshhh!!"
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"These people appeared, ah learned later, from Sinister, that they call themselves Marauders. They attacked the sheriff, and all tha' otha' townspeople who had came, and in a matter of minutes, destroyed them all. Ah was terrified, ah kept screamin'. Those people, those people didn't deserve t'die! Its not up to us who lives and dies! So ah ran again, ran away from them, ran right into him."
"Who?"
"The man with tha' red eyes."
"Mr. Sinister?"
"Yes, he told me. Told me he wanted to recruit me to his team. Told me ah had gifts, ah don't have gifts. Ah refused, he forced me. Fa' 4 months ah was in his care, in a prison, all ah ever heard about was ma'h 'limitless potential' and how ah would 'tip the scales'. Ah don' wanna talk about that."
"How did ya'h get out here?"
"Marauder, the blonde one, she left my cage open. Horrible woman, hates me more than ah've ever seen, but she let me go. Ah've been hiding for the past few days, and then ah came here . . . Yoah daughter, ma'h sister? Aimée?"
"Found you in the alleyway."
"Ah'm sorry, ah tried t'hurt her, you just have no idea."
"Its okay, this must be hard to take."
"Ah just never knew her."
Rogue frowned, and turned away from him.
"That's what scares me."
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~the next one 'll be long . . . I promise!
-Foo