~OH!!!!!!!!! I GOT TWO NEW READERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLEUR YOU ARE NO LONGER ALONE!
Okay so I made an outline of EVERYTHING that is gonna happen, and I just wanted to let ya'll know . . . that never fear! Even though this chapter is lame and pointless, this story is about to get fucking awesome, and it won't be short like LeMort . . . and yes, sice I know all of you really want to see more of him . . . MORE APOLLO (AHAHAHHAHA) I am so good at this online sarcasm, heh heh heh . . . well anyway, this installment thing (as in part 3 in the series) is gonna rock . . . so say tuned!
THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP SOON!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!
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Le Garcon du Futur
Part 5.
An Invitation
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"He sounds delicious." Galena cooed from the bed, flipping onto her stomach. She and Aimée were hanging out in Aimée 's dorm-room, discussing the date she would have the next night with Patrick.
"His features aren't really that great, they're a little homely, but he pairs this awesome attitude with like this modern rock-god look."
"Stop! I just might have to steal him from you."
"Well if things don't work out I'll give him your number." Aimée sighed and continued flipping through her closet. She was a bit apprehensive, and refused to get her hopes up for the date she was having the next night. Sure, Patrick was a great guy, but so was Gabe. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, I've got a date of my own."
"Really?"
"I was out shopping with my mother, groan, and she insisted on stopping at Tiffany's. As if she doesn't have enough jewelry, right? So anyway, I walk in, and there he is, the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. I swear to god this guy didn't look human. He had this silvery hair, kind of like that guy mags you Xfreaks are always after, and these eyes, oh those eyes!" Aimée giggled as she watched her friend roll around on the comforter, "A pale blue with electric highlights, I was hooked! I went up to him and introduced myself. Girl, his voice was so sexy, all deep and smooth. Well after some banter, I scored a date. He thinks I'm one of those socialite types. Rich families, homes in Connecticut, you know."
"Galena, you are one of those types."
"Hey!" Galena was reaching for one of Aimée's pillows to aim it at her head, when the door swung open.
"Good evening ladies." Iris stood smiling eerily at the door, her indigo hair hanging loose in her face.
"Iris." They replied in unison. She entered the room, and seemingly glided over to her dresser. With long graceful movements she opened her dresser drawer and extracted a small mirror. Iris spun and walked back to the door, pausing before exiting.
"Galena you might want to follow me. Aimée is about to have a visitor. She'll want to be alone." Galena frowned, but rolled off the bed anyway.
"See ya'h."
"Bye." Galena followed Iris out the door and nearly bumped into Luc, who stumbled backwards and mumbled apologies, keeping his eyes to the ground.
"Hey," She said, a little annoyed at the fact that at 15 he towered over her, "I'm Galena."
"Luc." He replied, his eyes still glued to the ground. Galena frowned and placed her hand under his chin, tilting his face up to meet hers, she smiled and looked into his eyes, causing the younger boy to blush.
"Nice to meet you." Aimée giggled at Luc's expression, and he snapped out of his trance.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Ah, uh—ah wanted tah' talk to ya'h."
She smiled wide and scooched over on the bed. "Sit down."
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"Gabriel."
"Father."
"How did you know it was me?"
Gabriel frowned, and turned to fix a frozen glare on the man, "I would know that cowardice from a mile away."
"Good to see you too, my boy."
"Don't call me that."
"How's your sister?" He had hit the man to the floor before he even realized his arm was up, but that didn't faze him. Gabe placed his foot firmly on the green haired man's chest, and spat only inches from his face.
"Don't"
"I take it things aren't going so well then? —Oye Gabriel, will you lay off with the brute force? Its very barbaric—Such a shame. You two used to be inseparable." He brushed the dirt off of his 18th century shirt, and ran a hand through his hair, stretching till he was only 9 inches shorter than his son, "Nevertheless, you look good. But then again, you always do, a trait you picked up from your mother I think"
"What do you want, Fitzroy?" Indeed it was Trevor Fitzroy, the mutant Fitzroy, green hair and all. A smile spread across his thin lips, his dark eyebrows narrowing.
"I want to make a deal with you. Despite your, poor beginnings, your mother was a respected woman to the Hellfire club. Her spells and potions worked wonders during the times when she was alive. Seeing as how you are her son, m'lady the Black Queen would like to offer you a place in her establishment. Power as limitless as yours should not go overlooked, Gabriel."
"Ha! She expects me to just pack up and go with you? Ye'h have got to be kidding, even you aren't dumb enough to follow orders like that." Gabe chuckled to himself, walking away from his father and shaking his head.
"This is a great opportunity for you, your mother would have been proud." Those words stung him like venom, and the taller man froze. Proud. It was true, his mother's dealings were most of the time illegal, and she had worked for the respected Hellfire club for most of her life, mixing potions and remedies for their superficial needs.
"And what of Essex? He's from a well-bred English family also, I doubt it would be 'respectable' if I just left his team." Fitzroy sighed, and rolled his eyes in impatience.
"Mr. Sinister, as he now enjoys to be called, indulges himself in many things that the Hellfire club would not always like to be associated with. His brutal tactics are more of a last resort." Gabriel stared at the ground, letting his long dark hair fall into his face. He grew tired of Sinister, and knew that he would enjoy the wild yet sophisticated lifestyle, but he was growing oh-so-tired of working for others. Letting them use his powers, and drain him of his abilities.
"I'll think about it."
"Good answer." When Gabe looked back up, the man he never once called father, was gone.
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"Hi"
"Can I help you?" Logan muttered from being bent over under the hood of the car.
"Just admiring the view." He smiled and glance back, a bushy eyebrow raised in curiosity. Galena was standing behind him, her lips pursed in a seductive pose.
"shouldn't you be at dinner?"
"Shouldn't you?"
He turned around in a huff, "Listen kid, I don't need to take advice on the way I do things."
"Don't worry, I'm fine with the way you . . .do things." She shimmied over to him, obviously enjoying the effect her body was having on the older man.
"eehh ehhh emm."
"Rogue!" Logan yelled a little to loudly, his mouth sliding into a smirk at her sarcastic appearance.
"What's up Mrs. LeBeau?" The younger girl chirped, her cheeks flushing unnaturally.
"Not much Galena, shouldn't ya'h be at dinner?"
"Just where I was headed."
"Good," Rogue smiled after the girl, as she skipped out of the room, and then fixated her icy stare back on Logan, "A little young for ya'h Wolvie, eh?"
"Yeah Yeah, what do you want?"
"Telephone." Logan accepted the cordless and held it up to his ear, he listen for two seconds before hastily tossing it across the room.
"Jesus! What is it?"
"Sabretooth is back in town."
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Apollo's eyes fluttered open, and he was thankful to the person who dimmed the lights. "Unngh" He moaned in pain, his head felt like he had a 500ton man sitting atop of it, and his entire body quivered with other aches and pains. Apollo vaguely wondered where he was, and tried to sit up.
"Shhh" a calm soothing voice whispered, pushing him back down onto the bed, "Just lie down."
"W-Where am I?"
"Paris."
"What?!" The woman laughed and pushed him back down again.
"I thought I told you to stay down."
"Sorry, I, I'm confused, my name's Apollo, I'm from the states. I don't know how I got here."
"Well I wouldn't worry about if I were you, I always have random people blowing in my doors."
"I-I'm sorry, I should go to a hospital or something." She laughed again, and shook her head, causing the bangles on her arms to jingle violently.
"Hospitals, who needs 'em? I'm just as good as any doctor. Besides, even in Europe they don't take well to our kind."
"Our kind?"
"Mutants, or is your body temperature just normally 120 degrees?" Apollo raised a hand to his head, he wasn't sweating, and he didn't have a fever. His mutation was acting up again, "Besides, I doubt a human could have eyes that beautiful." Now he was sweating, the blonde boy could feel a flush coming to his cheeks.
"I really, I don't want to be rude, I can't stay here. You don't know me, and I kinda' have a rain-cloud following me everywhere."
"Welcome to the club, now sleep, you need your rest." She whispered, not taking no for an answer. Her cappuccino eyes twinkled in the dim lighting, as she tucked a lock of her copper colored hair behind her ear. She was older than him, old enough to be his mother (granted, that situation would not be very realistic) but she had a timeless beauty, and didn't really look a day over thirty.
"What's your name?"
"Um, Penelope."
"Thank you, Penelope. I'm Ap-"
"Apollo, you told me already."
"Sorry."
"Sleep tight little sun-god, we'll talk in the morning."
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"You're really cute when you smile, did you know that?" Luc's cheeks glowed a fiery crimson, and he sheepishly hid his grin. Aimée laughed and shook her head, shaking out her long chocolate hair, "Sorry, I guess I'm still in shock."
"Over what?"
"Well, I have a brother for one thing."
He laughed with her and nodded his head, "And ah have a sister."
"Well come here!" Still laughing the two siblings embraced each other, and Aimée found herself blinking back tears, "I half expected you to blow me up again."
When he didn't respond, her heart sank.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean t'—"
"No, that's why ah came up here. Ah wanted to apologize, Aimée ah'm sorry. Ah wasn't thinking, but ya'h gotta understand . . . ah was really scared. Shit ah still am."
"There's nothing to be afraid of, and least of all us. I know you don't know me, and I don't know you, but the same woman raised us both, and that means we have the same morals and values. Luc I can't help but love you, and I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."
Now it was his turn to cry, Luc reached for his sister again, burying his face in her shoulder.
"ah wish ah had known ya'h."
"Yeah, me too, but lets not let that get us down okay? We have the rest of our lives to get to know eachother, and I'm not goin' anywhere."
"Aimée?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened to me? Why don't ya'h remember me?"
"Ga-The necromancer, he killed you, he's one of the Marauders."
"Ah remember him. Tall, important, he didn't talk t'me. Ah understand why he always looked at me the way he did. His sister, Gabrielle, was in the room next to mine. Ah remember when he would visit her."
"Was he kind to her?" There was an anxiousness in her voice.
"He loved her, that was clear. Ah felt bad fo' him, Gabrielle never talked."
"You're sweet," He looked confused, "You can still feel pity for the monster that killed you."
"He is a sad man, but ah know that deep down there is good in him."
"I hope so . . ."
"You liked him didn't ya'h?"
"I did, till he drained the life out of my mother. Killed my baby brother."
They sat silent for a moment.
"Prudence scared the shit out of me, she hated me."
"Is that possible?"
"Why?"
"Well I've been talking to you for 10 minutes and I can already tell that you are the sweetest boy to walk the face of the earth."
"stop making me blush!"
"Hahaha," She could tell that her father hadn't raised him. This boy was as humble as they come. The pair talked for hours, about everything, not feeling shy at all, and for once, since the moment he arrived . . . Luc knew he was safe.
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~gay ending I know, but whatever!!!! Hopefully this quenches your thirst until the next chapter!
-Foo
Okay so I made an outline of EVERYTHING that is gonna happen, and I just wanted to let ya'll know . . . that never fear! Even though this chapter is lame and pointless, this story is about to get fucking awesome, and it won't be short like LeMort . . . and yes, sice I know all of you really want to see more of him . . . MORE APOLLO (AHAHAHHAHA) I am so good at this online sarcasm, heh heh heh . . . well anyway, this installment thing (as in part 3 in the series) is gonna rock . . . so say tuned!
THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP SOON!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!
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Le Garcon du Futur
Part 5.
An Invitation
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"He sounds delicious." Galena cooed from the bed, flipping onto her stomach. She and Aimée were hanging out in Aimée 's dorm-room, discussing the date she would have the next night with Patrick.
"His features aren't really that great, they're a little homely, but he pairs this awesome attitude with like this modern rock-god look."
"Stop! I just might have to steal him from you."
"Well if things don't work out I'll give him your number." Aimée sighed and continued flipping through her closet. She was a bit apprehensive, and refused to get her hopes up for the date she was having the next night. Sure, Patrick was a great guy, but so was Gabe. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, I've got a date of my own."
"Really?"
"I was out shopping with my mother, groan, and she insisted on stopping at Tiffany's. As if she doesn't have enough jewelry, right? So anyway, I walk in, and there he is, the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. I swear to god this guy didn't look human. He had this silvery hair, kind of like that guy mags you Xfreaks are always after, and these eyes, oh those eyes!" Aimée giggled as she watched her friend roll around on the comforter, "A pale blue with electric highlights, I was hooked! I went up to him and introduced myself. Girl, his voice was so sexy, all deep and smooth. Well after some banter, I scored a date. He thinks I'm one of those socialite types. Rich families, homes in Connecticut, you know."
"Galena, you are one of those types."
"Hey!" Galena was reaching for one of Aimée's pillows to aim it at her head, when the door swung open.
"Good evening ladies." Iris stood smiling eerily at the door, her indigo hair hanging loose in her face.
"Iris." They replied in unison. She entered the room, and seemingly glided over to her dresser. With long graceful movements she opened her dresser drawer and extracted a small mirror. Iris spun and walked back to the door, pausing before exiting.
"Galena you might want to follow me. Aimée is about to have a visitor. She'll want to be alone." Galena frowned, but rolled off the bed anyway.
"See ya'h."
"Bye." Galena followed Iris out the door and nearly bumped into Luc, who stumbled backwards and mumbled apologies, keeping his eyes to the ground.
"Hey," She said, a little annoyed at the fact that at 15 he towered over her, "I'm Galena."
"Luc." He replied, his eyes still glued to the ground. Galena frowned and placed her hand under his chin, tilting his face up to meet hers, she smiled and looked into his eyes, causing the younger boy to blush.
"Nice to meet you." Aimée giggled at Luc's expression, and he snapped out of his trance.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Ah, uh—ah wanted tah' talk to ya'h."
She smiled wide and scooched over on the bed. "Sit down."
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"Gabriel."
"Father."
"How did you know it was me?"
Gabriel frowned, and turned to fix a frozen glare on the man, "I would know that cowardice from a mile away."
"Good to see you too, my boy."
"Don't call me that."
"How's your sister?" He had hit the man to the floor before he even realized his arm was up, but that didn't faze him. Gabe placed his foot firmly on the green haired man's chest, and spat only inches from his face.
"Don't"
"I take it things aren't going so well then? —Oye Gabriel, will you lay off with the brute force? Its very barbaric—Such a shame. You two used to be inseparable." He brushed the dirt off of his 18th century shirt, and ran a hand through his hair, stretching till he was only 9 inches shorter than his son, "Nevertheless, you look good. But then again, you always do, a trait you picked up from your mother I think"
"What do you want, Fitzroy?" Indeed it was Trevor Fitzroy, the mutant Fitzroy, green hair and all. A smile spread across his thin lips, his dark eyebrows narrowing.
"I want to make a deal with you. Despite your, poor beginnings, your mother was a respected woman to the Hellfire club. Her spells and potions worked wonders during the times when she was alive. Seeing as how you are her son, m'lady the Black Queen would like to offer you a place in her establishment. Power as limitless as yours should not go overlooked, Gabriel."
"Ha! She expects me to just pack up and go with you? Ye'h have got to be kidding, even you aren't dumb enough to follow orders like that." Gabe chuckled to himself, walking away from his father and shaking his head.
"This is a great opportunity for you, your mother would have been proud." Those words stung him like venom, and the taller man froze. Proud. It was true, his mother's dealings were most of the time illegal, and she had worked for the respected Hellfire club for most of her life, mixing potions and remedies for their superficial needs.
"And what of Essex? He's from a well-bred English family also, I doubt it would be 'respectable' if I just left his team." Fitzroy sighed, and rolled his eyes in impatience.
"Mr. Sinister, as he now enjoys to be called, indulges himself in many things that the Hellfire club would not always like to be associated with. His brutal tactics are more of a last resort." Gabriel stared at the ground, letting his long dark hair fall into his face. He grew tired of Sinister, and knew that he would enjoy the wild yet sophisticated lifestyle, but he was growing oh-so-tired of working for others. Letting them use his powers, and drain him of his abilities.
"I'll think about it."
"Good answer." When Gabe looked back up, the man he never once called father, was gone.
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"Hi"
"Can I help you?" Logan muttered from being bent over under the hood of the car.
"Just admiring the view." He smiled and glance back, a bushy eyebrow raised in curiosity. Galena was standing behind him, her lips pursed in a seductive pose.
"shouldn't you be at dinner?"
"Shouldn't you?"
He turned around in a huff, "Listen kid, I don't need to take advice on the way I do things."
"Don't worry, I'm fine with the way you . . .do things." She shimmied over to him, obviously enjoying the effect her body was having on the older man.
"eehh ehhh emm."
"Rogue!" Logan yelled a little to loudly, his mouth sliding into a smirk at her sarcastic appearance.
"What's up Mrs. LeBeau?" The younger girl chirped, her cheeks flushing unnaturally.
"Not much Galena, shouldn't ya'h be at dinner?"
"Just where I was headed."
"Good," Rogue smiled after the girl, as she skipped out of the room, and then fixated her icy stare back on Logan, "A little young for ya'h Wolvie, eh?"
"Yeah Yeah, what do you want?"
"Telephone." Logan accepted the cordless and held it up to his ear, he listen for two seconds before hastily tossing it across the room.
"Jesus! What is it?"
"Sabretooth is back in town."
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Apollo's eyes fluttered open, and he was thankful to the person who dimmed the lights. "Unngh" He moaned in pain, his head felt like he had a 500ton man sitting atop of it, and his entire body quivered with other aches and pains. Apollo vaguely wondered where he was, and tried to sit up.
"Shhh" a calm soothing voice whispered, pushing him back down onto the bed, "Just lie down."
"W-Where am I?"
"Paris."
"What?!" The woman laughed and pushed him back down again.
"I thought I told you to stay down."
"Sorry, I, I'm confused, my name's Apollo, I'm from the states. I don't know how I got here."
"Well I wouldn't worry about if I were you, I always have random people blowing in my doors."
"I-I'm sorry, I should go to a hospital or something." She laughed again, and shook her head, causing the bangles on her arms to jingle violently.
"Hospitals, who needs 'em? I'm just as good as any doctor. Besides, even in Europe they don't take well to our kind."
"Our kind?"
"Mutants, or is your body temperature just normally 120 degrees?" Apollo raised a hand to his head, he wasn't sweating, and he didn't have a fever. His mutation was acting up again, "Besides, I doubt a human could have eyes that beautiful." Now he was sweating, the blonde boy could feel a flush coming to his cheeks.
"I really, I don't want to be rude, I can't stay here. You don't know me, and I kinda' have a rain-cloud following me everywhere."
"Welcome to the club, now sleep, you need your rest." She whispered, not taking no for an answer. Her cappuccino eyes twinkled in the dim lighting, as she tucked a lock of her copper colored hair behind her ear. She was older than him, old enough to be his mother (granted, that situation would not be very realistic) but she had a timeless beauty, and didn't really look a day over thirty.
"What's your name?"
"Um, Penelope."
"Thank you, Penelope. I'm Ap-"
"Apollo, you told me already."
"Sorry."
"Sleep tight little sun-god, we'll talk in the morning."
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"You're really cute when you smile, did you know that?" Luc's cheeks glowed a fiery crimson, and he sheepishly hid his grin. Aimée laughed and shook her head, shaking out her long chocolate hair, "Sorry, I guess I'm still in shock."
"Over what?"
"Well, I have a brother for one thing."
He laughed with her and nodded his head, "And ah have a sister."
"Well come here!" Still laughing the two siblings embraced each other, and Aimée found herself blinking back tears, "I half expected you to blow me up again."
When he didn't respond, her heart sank.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean t'—"
"No, that's why ah came up here. Ah wanted to apologize, Aimée ah'm sorry. Ah wasn't thinking, but ya'h gotta understand . . . ah was really scared. Shit ah still am."
"There's nothing to be afraid of, and least of all us. I know you don't know me, and I don't know you, but the same woman raised us both, and that means we have the same morals and values. Luc I can't help but love you, and I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."
Now it was his turn to cry, Luc reached for his sister again, burying his face in her shoulder.
"ah wish ah had known ya'h."
"Yeah, me too, but lets not let that get us down okay? We have the rest of our lives to get to know eachother, and I'm not goin' anywhere."
"Aimée?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened to me? Why don't ya'h remember me?"
"Ga-The necromancer, he killed you, he's one of the Marauders."
"Ah remember him. Tall, important, he didn't talk t'me. Ah understand why he always looked at me the way he did. His sister, Gabrielle, was in the room next to mine. Ah remember when he would visit her."
"Was he kind to her?" There was an anxiousness in her voice.
"He loved her, that was clear. Ah felt bad fo' him, Gabrielle never talked."
"You're sweet," He looked confused, "You can still feel pity for the monster that killed you."
"He is a sad man, but ah know that deep down there is good in him."
"I hope so . . ."
"You liked him didn't ya'h?"
"I did, till he drained the life out of my mother. Killed my baby brother."
They sat silent for a moment.
"Prudence scared the shit out of me, she hated me."
"Is that possible?"
"Why?"
"Well I've been talking to you for 10 minutes and I can already tell that you are the sweetest boy to walk the face of the earth."
"stop making me blush!"
"Hahaha," She could tell that her father hadn't raised him. This boy was as humble as they come. The pair talked for hours, about everything, not feeling shy at all, and for once, since the moment he arrived . . . Luc knew he was safe.
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~gay ending I know, but whatever!!!! Hopefully this quenches your thirst until the next chapter!
-Foo