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~Thoughts~
A Whisper in the Night
Chapter One
Another Visit
May 30th 1 year later
"Why'd y' have t' be so stubborn?" The young visitor, who had visited Rogue two weeks before her death, was back again. This time instead of talking to Marie she was talking to the smooth polished marble headstone.
"Y' shoulda let me take yer place it woulda been better for botha us. Shoot Marie ah miss y' so bad it's tearin' me 'part. Ah'm all alone now."
The girl's tears slid down her face and on to the headstone. She felt weak and exhausted, so she sat on a small bench next to the grave. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out three very wilted magnolias.
"Ah brought these for y'. Ah'm sorry they're not in better shape, but they've come along ways. Ah brought'em because ah remembered y' said y' liked'em so much. Ah see they even carved one for y' on yer stone."
The girl stood up shakily and bent to place the sad looking flowers next to the stone. As she did she was overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion. Her whole world went black as she fell to the ground of Marie's grave.
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Remy absolutely could not get back to sleep. He tossed and turned but try as he might the much-needed rest would not come.
"Marie, chere, will dis ever get any easier" Gambit wondered out loud.
The dream had haunted him. She was in his bed, he could sense her, feel her breath on his neck. Slowly he would turn around but before he saw he would wake up.
~Remy~ he thought to himself ~de belle's been gone a year now and y' still ain't no better den de day she died. ~ He rose off the bed and looked out the window.
~Maybe if I go outside and get some fresh air I'd feel better. ~ Remy LeBeau headed off to where he often did when he couldn't sleep... Marie's grave.
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Logan, also known as Wolverine, headed out the back door and on to the patio. He had a beer in one hand and a cigar hanging from his mouth. Professor Charles Xavier, whom Logan liked to call Chuck, had recently established a strict no smoking policy. Logan picked his battles wisely and this one didn't seem worth the hassle. Besides it was a nice night.
He sat back in a chair to enjoy his Molson, his cigar, and the millions of bright stars overhead. Suddenly the back door creaked open and a figure walked out, shoulders slightly hunched from the weight of the grief carried.
"She wouldn't want to see ya like this bub. It's time ya moved on Gambit." Logan said to the shadow of a man before him, but Gambit never heard him. He just kept walking.
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Remy reached the plot when he noticed someone was there. His heart started pounding and his mouth went completely dry. There lay a woman, in a white cotton dress; face down on his wife's grave.
"Chere" he managed to choke out "dat be you mon coeur?"
Suddenly the girl's eyes fluttered open and two bright green glowing eyes stared up at him. He realized it wasn't Rogue.
He pulled out an ace of spades, charged it, and prepared to attack demanding " Who are y' and what de 'ell are y' doin' on my wife's grave?"
The girl's eyes seemed to be lit from some strange inner light. She was too weak all she could do was let out a shrill scream before once again fainting to the ground.
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Logan had just finished his beer and cigar. He was headed back inside for another Molson when he heard it.
The scream made his blood run cold.
He knew three things from that scream. First it came from the burial plot, second it was a woman and third she was in serious trouble.
Logan ran as fast as he could to try and find out what was going on.
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When Logan reached his destination what he saw shocked him.
Gambit was standing over a young girl holding a glowing ace of spades.
Logan growled fiercely "What the bloody hell do ya think your doin' Cajun?
Wolverine didn't wait for a reply. He drew back his adamantium fist and Gambit landed on the ground unconscious.
Logan quickly scooped up the girl and carried her as speedily and gently as possible back to the mansion. He knew she was hurt by the whimpering sounds she made. He didn't realize how badly until he got her into the patio light.
Her right eye was black, her lip was badly swollen, and there was a nasty bruise on her right cheek.
"Oh darlin' what did he do to you" was all he could say as he swiftly and carefully laid her on an exam table in the med lab.
"Hank" yelled Logan. "Come quick!"
"What seems to be the problem my... oh my stars and garters." Exclaimed Dr. Henry McCoy also known as Hank or Beast.
"Logan, what happened?" Hank asked as he looked at the badly beaten young woman lying on the table. "Only a very evil person could do such a thing to this child."
"Gumbo" Logan spat out. He explained the whole thing as Dr. McCoy rushed to treat his patient.
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Remy woke up trying to figure out why he was laying on Marie's grave. He remembered leaving the house to come up here because he couldn't sleep, but he couldn't remember anything after that.
~Oh well I musta fallen 'sleep here~ "Bon nuit (goodnight) chere." Remy said before going back to the house.
He stopped at the bathroom first to take some aspirin for his terrible headache. He figured he had gotten it from sleeping in an awkward position on the cold ground.
Then he headed off to bed and fell sound asleep.
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"She has two fractured ribs on her right side, she may have been kicked," Logan winced as Hank continued. "In addition to the cuts and contusions on her face."
"Will she be alright, Hank?" Logan's voice begged Hank to tell him she would.
"Yes," he said as Logan let out a sigh of relief. "She has a slight healing factor, no where nearly as powerful as yours, but still 3-4 times faster than a human's."
"So she's a mutant" Logan reasoned "Well that might explain why she came to the mansion but what was she doin' passed out on Rogue's grave?"
"I have no idea my friend" Hank replied shaking his head. "Logan I have all of her vitals being monitored by machine right now. Please go to bed and get some rest. If she needs anything I'll be jus in the next room."
"No can do bub!" Logan said shaking his head. "I'm stayin' right here tonight."
"Very well suit yourself" Hank conceded "But if either of you need anything do not hesitate to ask. I am hoping she will awaken sometime tomorrow so we can get to the bottom of this mystery and hopefully clear Gambit's name"
"I hope so too bub, but it don't look too good right now," Logan told Hank "Oh and by the way Hank, thanks."
"No problem my friend" Beast said as he left the med lab.
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Logan pulled up a chair next to the sedated girl. He sat and looked at her closely.
Besides the fact she was extremely thin and badly beaten she was quite beautiful.
Pale porcelain skin, high cheekbones and long dark lashes. Her womanly figure contradicted the fact that earlier Logan had thought she was a teenager. He now realized that she was probably in her early twenties. Right around Jubilee's age and a few years younger than Rogue would have been.
He brushed some hair from her face. It was light brown with the slightest hint of red, slightly wavy and as soft as silk.
"Who are ya darlin' and why do ya remind me so much of Rogue?" he asked the sleeping young woman. She was tugging at his heartstrings silently begging him to protect her.
Logan turned his chair to face the door. ~I'll deal with Gambit tomorrow, but if he even thinks about comin' in here tonight~ SNIKT! ~I'll be havin' Cajun shish-kabob~
______________________________________________________________________Please write me back and let me know what y'all thought about it I'll try and have the 2nd chapter done ASAP. Here's my address comments welcome! MrsRogueLeBeau@aol.com
Rogue Marie LeBeau
" You don't run out on us so easy! You got no right calling us quits before we've even had a decent chance t' get started!" Rogue to Gambit
X-treme X-men #18
~Thoughts~
A Whisper in the Night
Chapter One
Another Visit
May 30th 1 year later
"Why'd y' have t' be so stubborn?" The young visitor, who had visited Rogue two weeks before her death, was back again. This time instead of talking to Marie she was talking to the smooth polished marble headstone.
"Y' shoulda let me take yer place it woulda been better for botha us. Shoot Marie ah miss y' so bad it's tearin' me 'part. Ah'm all alone now."
The girl's tears slid down her face and on to the headstone. She felt weak and exhausted, so she sat on a small bench next to the grave. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out three very wilted magnolias.
"Ah brought these for y'. Ah'm sorry they're not in better shape, but they've come along ways. Ah brought'em because ah remembered y' said y' liked'em so much. Ah see they even carved one for y' on yer stone."
The girl stood up shakily and bent to place the sad looking flowers next to the stone. As she did she was overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion. Her whole world went black as she fell to the ground of Marie's grave.
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Remy absolutely could not get back to sleep. He tossed and turned but try as he might the much-needed rest would not come.
"Marie, chere, will dis ever get any easier" Gambit wondered out loud.
The dream had haunted him. She was in his bed, he could sense her, feel her breath on his neck. Slowly he would turn around but before he saw he would wake up.
~Remy~ he thought to himself ~de belle's been gone a year now and y' still ain't no better den de day she died. ~ He rose off the bed and looked out the window.
~Maybe if I go outside and get some fresh air I'd feel better. ~ Remy LeBeau headed off to where he often did when he couldn't sleep... Marie's grave.
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Logan, also known as Wolverine, headed out the back door and on to the patio. He had a beer in one hand and a cigar hanging from his mouth. Professor Charles Xavier, whom Logan liked to call Chuck, had recently established a strict no smoking policy. Logan picked his battles wisely and this one didn't seem worth the hassle. Besides it was a nice night.
He sat back in a chair to enjoy his Molson, his cigar, and the millions of bright stars overhead. Suddenly the back door creaked open and a figure walked out, shoulders slightly hunched from the weight of the grief carried.
"She wouldn't want to see ya like this bub. It's time ya moved on Gambit." Logan said to the shadow of a man before him, but Gambit never heard him. He just kept walking.
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Remy reached the plot when he noticed someone was there. His heart started pounding and his mouth went completely dry. There lay a woman, in a white cotton dress; face down on his wife's grave.
"Chere" he managed to choke out "dat be you mon coeur?"
Suddenly the girl's eyes fluttered open and two bright green glowing eyes stared up at him. He realized it wasn't Rogue.
He pulled out an ace of spades, charged it, and prepared to attack demanding " Who are y' and what de 'ell are y' doin' on my wife's grave?"
The girl's eyes seemed to be lit from some strange inner light. She was too weak all she could do was let out a shrill scream before once again fainting to the ground.
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Logan had just finished his beer and cigar. He was headed back inside for another Molson when he heard it.
The scream made his blood run cold.
He knew three things from that scream. First it came from the burial plot, second it was a woman and third she was in serious trouble.
Logan ran as fast as he could to try and find out what was going on.
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When Logan reached his destination what he saw shocked him.
Gambit was standing over a young girl holding a glowing ace of spades.
Logan growled fiercely "What the bloody hell do ya think your doin' Cajun?
Wolverine didn't wait for a reply. He drew back his adamantium fist and Gambit landed on the ground unconscious.
Logan quickly scooped up the girl and carried her as speedily and gently as possible back to the mansion. He knew she was hurt by the whimpering sounds she made. He didn't realize how badly until he got her into the patio light.
Her right eye was black, her lip was badly swollen, and there was a nasty bruise on her right cheek.
"Oh darlin' what did he do to you" was all he could say as he swiftly and carefully laid her on an exam table in the med lab.
"Hank" yelled Logan. "Come quick!"
"What seems to be the problem my... oh my stars and garters." Exclaimed Dr. Henry McCoy also known as Hank or Beast.
"Logan, what happened?" Hank asked as he looked at the badly beaten young woman lying on the table. "Only a very evil person could do such a thing to this child."
"Gumbo" Logan spat out. He explained the whole thing as Dr. McCoy rushed to treat his patient.
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Remy woke up trying to figure out why he was laying on Marie's grave. He remembered leaving the house to come up here because he couldn't sleep, but he couldn't remember anything after that.
~Oh well I musta fallen 'sleep here~ "Bon nuit (goodnight) chere." Remy said before going back to the house.
He stopped at the bathroom first to take some aspirin for his terrible headache. He figured he had gotten it from sleeping in an awkward position on the cold ground.
Then he headed off to bed and fell sound asleep.
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"She has two fractured ribs on her right side, she may have been kicked," Logan winced as Hank continued. "In addition to the cuts and contusions on her face."
"Will she be alright, Hank?" Logan's voice begged Hank to tell him she would.
"Yes," he said as Logan let out a sigh of relief. "She has a slight healing factor, no where nearly as powerful as yours, but still 3-4 times faster than a human's."
"So she's a mutant" Logan reasoned "Well that might explain why she came to the mansion but what was she doin' passed out on Rogue's grave?"
"I have no idea my friend" Hank replied shaking his head. "Logan I have all of her vitals being monitored by machine right now. Please go to bed and get some rest. If she needs anything I'll be jus in the next room."
"No can do bub!" Logan said shaking his head. "I'm stayin' right here tonight."
"Very well suit yourself" Hank conceded "But if either of you need anything do not hesitate to ask. I am hoping she will awaken sometime tomorrow so we can get to the bottom of this mystery and hopefully clear Gambit's name"
"I hope so too bub, but it don't look too good right now," Logan told Hank "Oh and by the way Hank, thanks."
"No problem my friend" Beast said as he left the med lab.
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Logan pulled up a chair next to the sedated girl. He sat and looked at her closely.
Besides the fact she was extremely thin and badly beaten she was quite beautiful.
Pale porcelain skin, high cheekbones and long dark lashes. Her womanly figure contradicted the fact that earlier Logan had thought she was a teenager. He now realized that she was probably in her early twenties. Right around Jubilee's age and a few years younger than Rogue would have been.
He brushed some hair from her face. It was light brown with the slightest hint of red, slightly wavy and as soft as silk.
"Who are ya darlin' and why do ya remind me so much of Rogue?" he asked the sleeping young woman. She was tugging at his heartstrings silently begging him to protect her.
Logan turned his chair to face the door. ~I'll deal with Gambit tomorrow, but if he even thinks about comin' in here tonight~ SNIKT! ~I'll be havin' Cajun shish-kabob~
______________________________________________________________________Please write me back and let me know what y'all thought about it I'll try and have the 2nd chapter done ASAP. Here's my address comments welcome! MrsRogueLeBeau@aol.com
Rogue Marie LeBeau
" You don't run out on us so easy! You got no right calling us quits before we've even had a decent chance t' get started!" Rogue to Gambit
X-treme X-men #18