Disclaimer: Same old same old... I don't own X-Men or the characters, I don't own Highlander. I own Connie Wilson and the immortals (When I get to them.)
N.B Yeah accents I know... I can't do it man... *cries* I just can't I've tried I really have and I can't do it so I haven't put them in.... Sorry.
Warning: People being burnt alive... ouch. A wee bit of Angst thrown in too just for good measure. Oh yeah short chapter. But Chapter 5 is up so it doesn't make that much difference.
Chapter 4
Remy was the first to come out of the trance. He sat thinking. Waiting for Connie. He waited for mere minuets as Connie opened her eyes and rose gracefully to her feet. Showing no ill effects, the only way you could tell she had been fighting were the cuts. He tried to get up, but a wave of pain forced him to sit again. Now that he had tried to move all his muscles seemed to want to protest any movement even sitting.
"I forgot what it was like to fight an immortal." She smiled, as she checked her cuts for bleeders, content that those that were bleeding would stop she picked up her sword to check for damage.
"You're out of shape, Rembrandt Aurthers. Time was that you and I could have fought like that for days." He grimaced again.
"Le Beau, Remy Le Beau." He said forcefully. She smiled he truly did love France. Changing his name to a French origin obviously made him feel closer to it, the choice though, Jean-Luc must truly have loved Remy as a son to allow it. He deserved to be loved as a son again.
All immortals had powers. Powers that were now in the gene pool of mortals via mutation. Immortal's powers had their basis originally in magic. Whoever or whatever started the Quest had altered them. Remy himself didn't know any of the finer details, the quest had began centuries before he was born.
He blamed whoever started the quest for his losses especially the loss of his true parents. His eyes had become prominent at the age of 14. They were not red on black but red on whit at the time. It was only after his slaying of immortals had the black developed.
His patents Mary and Collin Aurthers a kind couple, that were good parents from what Remy remembered. When the red had developed. His parents were seen as Devil worshipers. They were treated as Devil worships. Remy could still remember the smell of the burning flesh the look of despair in his mothers eyes as so let out her last breathe believing she was going to Hell because of he Devil son.
Remy truly believed that, that he had sent them to Hell. The concept of heaven and Hell seemed funny to him now in a tragic sort of way. He had believed in God for the first 14 years of his life, so much so he had thought of becoming a priest. But that night watching his parents burn had turned him against all of those thoughts. He had begun desperately trying to anguer God, as he was sure that he was already condemned to Hell.
It was a trait he had continued during his life, the names, the accent, the mannerisms may have changed to allow him some piece but the man inside the shell had remained the same. The adultery, the gambling, the stealing was all to confirm his souls place in Hell.
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