~Well, I did it again! NO I didn't start a new story . . . I created
another man for Aimée! I'm bad, I know . . . I can barely believe I did it
again, but after what a jerk Patrick turned out to be . . .well I just
couldn't let her be single! enjoy!
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Le Garcon du Futur
Chapter 7.
Bruno
Aimée struggled against her bindings. Her wrists were raw from the coarse rope that was holding her down. She was tied to a giant wheel in some sort of dungeon . . . the whole thing was very "Spanish Inquisition." "Let me out of here!" She screamed, to no one in particular, it was what she had been up to for the past hour. This time someone responded.
"Hush" A deep voice commanded her, as a looming figure appeared in the shadows.
"Patrick?"
"No, I'm afraid," The figure stepped into the light, he was a tall man in an out of place business suit, his eyes were as cold as ice, "My young associate is rounding up the others."
Aimée glared at him through he darkness, the candlelight catching in her eyes.
"Who the hell are you?"
"We like to call ourselves the Friends of Humanity . . .I like to call myself Graydon Creed." She gasped, she knew both of those names. The friends of humanity weren't exactly people to take lightly. They were mutant haters, and Graydon Creed was the most blatant one of all. He took a step closer and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth.
"Why did you take me?"
He laughed.
"You're a mutant, Ms. LeBeau, and a dangerous one at that. We cannot have you out roaming these streets, forcing yourself upon impressionable young men who know nothing of your abnormal ways. Its not safe. You are a danger to society, and it is good that young Mr. O'Brien was quick enough to realize it." Patrick appeared then, dressed in a long dark robe. His blue eyes were filled with hatred, "Your death, just like the death of so many others before you, is a service to the greater good. We shall purify you mutant, we shall cleanse your being!"
Aimée's heart was pounding, everything was moving in slow motion. Was this the end? Was she really going to die? Was she to be slaughtered by these modern day Klan members?
'Papa . . . papa please, papa its Aimée! Papa can you hear me!?!' She tried to contact her father, but it was no use . . . he wasn't responding. Everyone she ever cared about flashed before her eyes. Mama, Abe, Logan, and The Professor, Jubilee, Papa, Didier, Ororo, Apollo, and even Gabriel. Her baby brother Luc, she would never get to see him again . . . The shiny blade flickered in the candle light, an insane FOH member clutching it between there fist.
"For the good of Mankind!"
"Hoorah!"
"For the good of the human race!"
"Hoorah!"
"FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY!"
'help me . . .'
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"An' he said he was settin' me up fo' a danger room session."
Rogue smiled and patted Luc's knee, "Ah'm so proud o'ya'h. You weren't scared oh' nothin'?"
He blushed slightly, and nodded his head. They were in the common room. Just earlier Rogue had found Abe in there trying to beat Luc at mutant pinball . . . surprisingly enough, Luc won. He had been eager to tell her about his session with Xavier.
"A little, yoah professor . . . he's pretty powerful, ah can tell." Rogue nodded, and tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
"That one uh yoah powers to?"
"Kinda'h."
"Yeah, some people say he's tha'most powerful mutant of all time." She sighed and stretched out on the couch, looking at him sideways.
"Th-ahhh!" Luc gripped his head, his eyes clamping shut.
"What!? What is it!?" Rogue wrapped her arm around her son's shaking shoulders, "Luc what is it?" He opened his mouth to respond but at that moment Remy burst through the door, his eyes wild.
"Aimée," They said in unison, "She's in-"
and at the same moment both of them spoke.
"Trouble" The older LeBeau shouted.
"Pain" The younger whispered. Rogue's eyes widened in fear. It took them all about a second to realize the situation, before the parents bolted out of the door Luc bringing up the rear.
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She thought it would hurt worse than it did, the dagger piercing her bare flesh, but Aimée didn't even notice it until she looked down. She looked down and saw the blood seeping out. Her attacker drew the blade down across the inseam of her left breast, sickly enjoying how the blood trickled down into what was left of her shirt.
"This is for all of the humans," He whispered, the others eagerly looking on as he lifted the knife and brought it back to her heart, "This is for humanity . . . MUTANTS!!! BEGO-AHHHHHH!!!!!" Aimée's eyes shot open at the sound of his pain. Could it be? Had her father heard her calls? Was he rescuing her? Her eyelids drooped, blood loss was taking its toll on her body.
Meanwhile . . .
"GET HIM!" Graydon Creed shouted the insane cliché, his eyes narrowed in fury. The FOH members shuffled themselves around, but the man in black was too fast. His hair flung out at all sides as he knocked down two men with one powerful sweep. It seemed like every time he got one down, four more would pop up. He slammed his fist into a woman's nose, before jerking his elbow back to hit another in the eye. FOH members were flying everywhere, he was fast . . . and he had good reason to be. If he wanted to save the girl he was going to have to make sure she stayed alive. One hardhitting kick knocked a Klansmen back into one of the tables, and sent candles toppling onto the floor. The hardwood floor took well to the fire, and soon the room erupted in flames.
"SHIT!" he yelled, ducking a few blows, while trying to cover his mouth from the smoke. There was a loud BANG as something nearby exploded, and suddenly the room got even more crowded. The man in black, realizing he was outnumbered, rolled over to the nearly unconscious Aimée. She moaned as he gently took her into his arms, and ran out of the basement. He kept on running, until finally he got her safely away from the house. Setting her down on the grass, he checked her pulse. . . it was weak.
"Unngh?" Aimée moaned, her eyes fluttering open. He gasped slightly, but then realized why Patrick and his thugs were after her. He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling down at her red ones. She was beautiful.
"How do you feel?"
"Terrible" She groaned, her voice was hoarse, Whoever this man was she knew he wasn't her father. He had short brown dreadlocks, and piercing blue eyes. His skin tone was that of a light skinned African American, "Where am I?"
"Out of there."
"How ? Did you?" Her voice came out as a whisper.
"I got you out, yes. We need to get you to a hospital."
"Who are you?"
He smiled, cocking his head to the side.
"My name is Bruno."
Aimée returned his smile, she was lost in his good looks, and also quite delirious.
"Hi Bruno, Je'm appelle Aimée."
"You're French?"
"No." She whispered, before sinking into unconciousness.
"Aimée? Aimée!? Aimée wake up!" Bruno shook her violently, but she didn't stir, was she dead? He bent over her body, and lowering his mouth to her chest, listened for a heartbeat.
"HEY!"
'Oh no,' he thought 'more Friends of Humanity.' He quickly scooped up her unconscious body, but he was tired, and couldn't run far.
"HEY!" He turned to look at the shouting man. He was tall, about Bruno's height, with messy auburn hair and a long square jaw. Five others followed, hidden in the cloak of the night. His eyes were a fiery red on black. Mutant. Bruno knew he was safe, he knew he had seen those eyes before.
"Please, help, the Fri-WHOP!" He hit the ground before even realizing that he had been hit. 'Ouch' was his last thought before he too passed out.
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~ So cue Bruno . . . the dreadlocked, blue eyed, guitar strumming, Shakespeare quoting hottie who's pastimes-aside from looking continuously yummy-include protecting poor defenseless mutants from the clutches of evil FOH members!
-Foo
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Le Garcon du Futur
Chapter 7.
Bruno
Aimée struggled against her bindings. Her wrists were raw from the coarse rope that was holding her down. She was tied to a giant wheel in some sort of dungeon . . . the whole thing was very "Spanish Inquisition." "Let me out of here!" She screamed, to no one in particular, it was what she had been up to for the past hour. This time someone responded.
"Hush" A deep voice commanded her, as a looming figure appeared in the shadows.
"Patrick?"
"No, I'm afraid," The figure stepped into the light, he was a tall man in an out of place business suit, his eyes were as cold as ice, "My young associate is rounding up the others."
Aimée glared at him through he darkness, the candlelight catching in her eyes.
"Who the hell are you?"
"We like to call ourselves the Friends of Humanity . . .I like to call myself Graydon Creed." She gasped, she knew both of those names. The friends of humanity weren't exactly people to take lightly. They were mutant haters, and Graydon Creed was the most blatant one of all. He took a step closer and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth.
"Why did you take me?"
He laughed.
"You're a mutant, Ms. LeBeau, and a dangerous one at that. We cannot have you out roaming these streets, forcing yourself upon impressionable young men who know nothing of your abnormal ways. Its not safe. You are a danger to society, and it is good that young Mr. O'Brien was quick enough to realize it." Patrick appeared then, dressed in a long dark robe. His blue eyes were filled with hatred, "Your death, just like the death of so many others before you, is a service to the greater good. We shall purify you mutant, we shall cleanse your being!"
Aimée's heart was pounding, everything was moving in slow motion. Was this the end? Was she really going to die? Was she to be slaughtered by these modern day Klan members?
'Papa . . . papa please, papa its Aimée! Papa can you hear me!?!' She tried to contact her father, but it was no use . . . he wasn't responding. Everyone she ever cared about flashed before her eyes. Mama, Abe, Logan, and The Professor, Jubilee, Papa, Didier, Ororo, Apollo, and even Gabriel. Her baby brother Luc, she would never get to see him again . . . The shiny blade flickered in the candle light, an insane FOH member clutching it between there fist.
"For the good of Mankind!"
"Hoorah!"
"For the good of the human race!"
"Hoorah!"
"FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY!"
'help me . . .'
-----------------------------------
"An' he said he was settin' me up fo' a danger room session."
Rogue smiled and patted Luc's knee, "Ah'm so proud o'ya'h. You weren't scared oh' nothin'?"
He blushed slightly, and nodded his head. They were in the common room. Just earlier Rogue had found Abe in there trying to beat Luc at mutant pinball . . . surprisingly enough, Luc won. He had been eager to tell her about his session with Xavier.
"A little, yoah professor . . . he's pretty powerful, ah can tell." Rogue nodded, and tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
"That one uh yoah powers to?"
"Kinda'h."
"Yeah, some people say he's tha'most powerful mutant of all time." She sighed and stretched out on the couch, looking at him sideways.
"Th-ahhh!" Luc gripped his head, his eyes clamping shut.
"What!? What is it!?" Rogue wrapped her arm around her son's shaking shoulders, "Luc what is it?" He opened his mouth to respond but at that moment Remy burst through the door, his eyes wild.
"Aimée," They said in unison, "She's in-"
and at the same moment both of them spoke.
"Trouble" The older LeBeau shouted.
"Pain" The younger whispered. Rogue's eyes widened in fear. It took them all about a second to realize the situation, before the parents bolted out of the door Luc bringing up the rear.
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She thought it would hurt worse than it did, the dagger piercing her bare flesh, but Aimée didn't even notice it until she looked down. She looked down and saw the blood seeping out. Her attacker drew the blade down across the inseam of her left breast, sickly enjoying how the blood trickled down into what was left of her shirt.
"This is for all of the humans," He whispered, the others eagerly looking on as he lifted the knife and brought it back to her heart, "This is for humanity . . . MUTANTS!!! BEGO-AHHHHHH!!!!!" Aimée's eyes shot open at the sound of his pain. Could it be? Had her father heard her calls? Was he rescuing her? Her eyelids drooped, blood loss was taking its toll on her body.
Meanwhile . . .
"GET HIM!" Graydon Creed shouted the insane cliché, his eyes narrowed in fury. The FOH members shuffled themselves around, but the man in black was too fast. His hair flung out at all sides as he knocked down two men with one powerful sweep. It seemed like every time he got one down, four more would pop up. He slammed his fist into a woman's nose, before jerking his elbow back to hit another in the eye. FOH members were flying everywhere, he was fast . . . and he had good reason to be. If he wanted to save the girl he was going to have to make sure she stayed alive. One hardhitting kick knocked a Klansmen back into one of the tables, and sent candles toppling onto the floor. The hardwood floor took well to the fire, and soon the room erupted in flames.
"SHIT!" he yelled, ducking a few blows, while trying to cover his mouth from the smoke. There was a loud BANG as something nearby exploded, and suddenly the room got even more crowded. The man in black, realizing he was outnumbered, rolled over to the nearly unconscious Aimée. She moaned as he gently took her into his arms, and ran out of the basement. He kept on running, until finally he got her safely away from the house. Setting her down on the grass, he checked her pulse. . . it was weak.
"Unngh?" Aimée moaned, her eyes fluttering open. He gasped slightly, but then realized why Patrick and his thugs were after her. He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling down at her red ones. She was beautiful.
"How do you feel?"
"Terrible" She groaned, her voice was hoarse, Whoever this man was she knew he wasn't her father. He had short brown dreadlocks, and piercing blue eyes. His skin tone was that of a light skinned African American, "Where am I?"
"Out of there."
"How ? Did you?" Her voice came out as a whisper.
"I got you out, yes. We need to get you to a hospital."
"Who are you?"
He smiled, cocking his head to the side.
"My name is Bruno."
Aimée returned his smile, she was lost in his good looks, and also quite delirious.
"Hi Bruno, Je'm appelle Aimée."
"You're French?"
"No." She whispered, before sinking into unconciousness.
"Aimée? Aimée!? Aimée wake up!" Bruno shook her violently, but she didn't stir, was she dead? He bent over her body, and lowering his mouth to her chest, listened for a heartbeat.
"HEY!"
'Oh no,' he thought 'more Friends of Humanity.' He quickly scooped up her unconscious body, but he was tired, and couldn't run far.
"HEY!" He turned to look at the shouting man. He was tall, about Bruno's height, with messy auburn hair and a long square jaw. Five others followed, hidden in the cloak of the night. His eyes were a fiery red on black. Mutant. Bruno knew he was safe, he knew he had seen those eyes before.
"Please, help, the Fri-WHOP!" He hit the ground before even realizing that he had been hit. 'Ouch' was his last thought before he too passed out.
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~ So cue Bruno . . . the dreadlocked, blue eyed, guitar strumming, Shakespeare quoting hottie who's pastimes-aside from looking continuously yummy-include protecting poor defenseless mutants from the clutches of evil FOH members!
-Foo