"How could you?!"
Rogue stormed off, boots clanking loudly. I rested Belladonna's body on the floor and ran outside.
"Chere! Chere, wait! Come back! Aw, shit... Son of a bitch! Julien! Julien, come back!" I called out.
As I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, he dropped from the ceiling.
"You rang, pig-dog? Wait, what the hell?" he asked, seeing his sister.
"She-she's dead, Julien."
"I can see that!"
"It's my fault, homme, I'll take the blame..."
"You're damn right it's your fault! wait.... no, it's my fault. I should've never let her come here," he said, trying to hold back tears.
"Look, I'm your brother by marriage, like it or not. We'll go through this together. Shit... What happened to us, Julien? Be-before you killed Henri...."
"We used to be friends? Yeah, I know. The Three Musketeers, non?"
"Damn Skippy, homme."
"I wanna tell you something. I never wanted to kill Henri. We were best friends before you were officially adopted by Jean-Luc. Then it was a threesome-"
I began to laugh at Julien's terminology.
"Shut up, Rem. Anyway, we were together until we all turned eighteen. We all became official members of our own guilds. As my initiation, I had to kill Henri. He was considered a threat. Jesus, what a fucked up life we live, non?"
"Life is random. It'll deal you a full house or a busted flush."
"You always used to say that. Anyway, I guess that wedding drove the wedge even deeper, eh?"
"Yeah... Look, call and tell me when the funeral's gonna be. I'll be sure to make it down to the bayou. Count on it, mon frere."
"Wow, Remy Etienne, 'mon frere'? You hardly ever throw that around. Only to important people in your life... Anyway, you'll definitely get a call. But it might not be for months. You know the Assassin's Guild bylaws (I'm basing this on a Buddhist funeral so that it won't get in the way of the plotline any more than it already has)."
I grabbed his forearm and he grabbed mine in the fashion of our Guilds, meaning that a deal was sealed. He waived a farewell, taking his sister with him. I threw up the horns, my way of saying "farewell" from when we were kids. He laughed and disappeared.
"Gotta go find Rogue..."
I ran into Lance, making the foundation quake with his anger.
"Sorry, homme."
I found the girl sitting in the rec room, watching a movie.
"What the hell is this, chere? Rosemary's Baby?" I asked.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead where I stand. That was a very cold and poisonous look, brought out even scarier from the makeup.
"Go away, Remy," she hissed.
"Aaaaaaw damn...." I thought to myself.
"Chere.... Rogue. We have to talk."
"Didn't look like you were doing a lot of talking with that tramp in the Danger Room."
My blood began to boil, but I cooled myself down. I sat on the couch with her.
"Rogue... I don't know if you knew, but that was the girl that was at the restaurant. Her name's Belladonna Bordrouex. Well, now it's Belladonna LeBeau-" I started.
"She was your wife?! Jesus, maybe you're the tramp."
"Look, chere. It was an arranged wedding. I loved her yes, but not enough for marriage. I blew up the altar, and ran away. That's when I was hired by Magneto. I had nothing better to do and the pay was good. Anyway, I knew that I would never be rid of them, but it was nice to dream. My past caught up with me four times. Once while on a mission for Maggie, the second was when you and me ran into Julien in New Orleans during Mardi Gras; the third was at the restaurant, and the fourth was now. I just want you to know the whole deal before you start back again."
"I thought you loved me..."
"I do, Rogue, honest I do. But that was my wife, and I loved her too."
"Wait, 'loved'? Past tense?"
"She just died, Rogue! That kiss was a final goodbye!"
"Oh my God..."
"I hope you're happy."
"Don't say it like that, Remy." By now she was hanging on my arm.
"I-I just don't know what I'm going to do," I told her, and wrapped my arms around her.
"What keeps you going? Your life is so full of misery!"
"Joie de vivre, chere. Joie d vivre."
Rogue stormed off, boots clanking loudly. I rested Belladonna's body on the floor and ran outside.
"Chere! Chere, wait! Come back! Aw, shit... Son of a bitch! Julien! Julien, come back!" I called out.
As I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, he dropped from the ceiling.
"You rang, pig-dog? Wait, what the hell?" he asked, seeing his sister.
"She-she's dead, Julien."
"I can see that!"
"It's my fault, homme, I'll take the blame..."
"You're damn right it's your fault! wait.... no, it's my fault. I should've never let her come here," he said, trying to hold back tears.
"Look, I'm your brother by marriage, like it or not. We'll go through this together. Shit... What happened to us, Julien? Be-before you killed Henri...."
"We used to be friends? Yeah, I know. The Three Musketeers, non?"
"Damn Skippy, homme."
"I wanna tell you something. I never wanted to kill Henri. We were best friends before you were officially adopted by Jean-Luc. Then it was a threesome-"
I began to laugh at Julien's terminology.
"Shut up, Rem. Anyway, we were together until we all turned eighteen. We all became official members of our own guilds. As my initiation, I had to kill Henri. He was considered a threat. Jesus, what a fucked up life we live, non?"
"Life is random. It'll deal you a full house or a busted flush."
"You always used to say that. Anyway, I guess that wedding drove the wedge even deeper, eh?"
"Yeah... Look, call and tell me when the funeral's gonna be. I'll be sure to make it down to the bayou. Count on it, mon frere."
"Wow, Remy Etienne, 'mon frere'? You hardly ever throw that around. Only to important people in your life... Anyway, you'll definitely get a call. But it might not be for months. You know the Assassin's Guild bylaws (I'm basing this on a Buddhist funeral so that it won't get in the way of the plotline any more than it already has)."
I grabbed his forearm and he grabbed mine in the fashion of our Guilds, meaning that a deal was sealed. He waived a farewell, taking his sister with him. I threw up the horns, my way of saying "farewell" from when we were kids. He laughed and disappeared.
"Gotta go find Rogue..."
I ran into Lance, making the foundation quake with his anger.
"Sorry, homme."
I found the girl sitting in the rec room, watching a movie.
"What the hell is this, chere? Rosemary's Baby?" I asked.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead where I stand. That was a very cold and poisonous look, brought out even scarier from the makeup.
"Go away, Remy," she hissed.
"Aaaaaaw damn...." I thought to myself.
"Chere.... Rogue. We have to talk."
"Didn't look like you were doing a lot of talking with that tramp in the Danger Room."
My blood began to boil, but I cooled myself down. I sat on the couch with her.
"Rogue... I don't know if you knew, but that was the girl that was at the restaurant. Her name's Belladonna Bordrouex. Well, now it's Belladonna LeBeau-" I started.
"She was your wife?! Jesus, maybe you're the tramp."
"Look, chere. It was an arranged wedding. I loved her yes, but not enough for marriage. I blew up the altar, and ran away. That's when I was hired by Magneto. I had nothing better to do and the pay was good. Anyway, I knew that I would never be rid of them, but it was nice to dream. My past caught up with me four times. Once while on a mission for Maggie, the second was when you and me ran into Julien in New Orleans during Mardi Gras; the third was at the restaurant, and the fourth was now. I just want you to know the whole deal before you start back again."
"I thought you loved me..."
"I do, Rogue, honest I do. But that was my wife, and I loved her too."
"Wait, 'loved'? Past tense?"
"She just died, Rogue! That kiss was a final goodbye!"
"Oh my God..."
"I hope you're happy."
"Don't say it like that, Remy." By now she was hanging on my arm.
"I-I just don't know what I'm going to do," I told her, and wrapped my arms around her.
"What keeps you going? Your life is so full of misery!"
"Joie de vivre, chere. Joie d vivre."