Ishandahalf Jean's soup is currently in therapy at the S.A. (soup anonymous), it did get a bit traumatized.
Ima Super Mute Ant Did you know where I live there is a group of people that call themselves the 'garden gnome liberation front'. Well, sadly, there is. They steal garden gnomes and 'set them free'. Someday, I'm going to emigrate to a sane country…Any suggestions?
Rogue14 Impatient? Nah, Gambit's the paragon of patience. He's just…laboratory-challenged.
Piotr's girl Thank you. Do you have any peanut butter to go with it? And some strawberry jam, please.
FlammingCammi My garden gnomes laughed at me when I told them you thought I was brilliant. Then they smacked me on my feet with their little shovels…Have I mention I love you? I mean in a friendly non-psychotic way. You put my phrase in your bio as your favorite quote of the moment. That is so cool! Cos _I_ made it up! I didn't steal/borrow that quote from anywhere. *gloat* I'm honored.
Leann You are not a nerd. You are an ingenuous, sensible, wise person who says good and true things. :)
SickmindedSucker I told the yard gnomes to screw themselves…now I have a garden full of very disturbing looking entwined little gnome figurines…I've rated my yard for distressing scenarios and taken away their little garden tools…
Yersi Fanel It's good to be aware of who you are. This is me: *{{{{{{
Jordanz That's good. Here's more. Read on.
~thoughts~
flashback
A/N I'm gonna do something wild. I'm gonna do something bold. I'm gonna do something naughty. I'm gonna do something I hope everyone will agree with is a good thing. Just read it all the way to the end of this chapter…
Scar CountFissie
''Scott! Jus' de man I'm lookin' for.'' Remy threw the door to Cyclops' room wide open.
Scott jumped up from his chair. ''Gambit!'' He took on a defensive stance.
''Homme, it jus' me.''
''Sorry, you scared me.''
''Y'r door was open.''
Of course it was. ''Yeah, I know. What is it?''
''Can y' borrow me some clothes? Feel like de charity project o' de salvation army.'' He pointed to his own clothes. ''Don' get me wrong, Hank's a good homme givin' me dese, but y' know…Y'r about my size.''
''Eh, yeah, sure. Come in.'' Remy smiled and got into Scott's room. He glanced around and found the window to be an excellent escape route. Why he thought that, however, was a mystery to him.
Scott dug into his closet and got out some old clothes of his. He threw them at the Cajun. ''Here.''
Gambit looked at the clothes. ''Eh, Scott. De idea o' me borrowin' y'r clothes is so I don' look like charity no more.''
Scott took out some other, newer, clothes out of his closet. ''How about this?''
It were simple black trousers. ''Dese are good.'' He nodded approvingly.
''Here's a shirt.''
Remy glanced at the shirt and made a face. ''Dis? Mon ami, dere's only so much a man can take. I ain't wearin' no polo-shirt.'' He knew for a fact that even though most of his memory was gone, he most likely hated polo-shirts even before the accident. He didn't look like a polo-shirt wearer.
''I got this…'' It was a plain black shirt.
''Perfect.'' Remy smiled.
''Okay, bye then…'' Scott opened the door and motioned the Cajun out. ''Why aren't you leaving?''
''Need shoes.'' Scott sighed and took a pair of gray sneakers. ''An' a sweater. It be cold 'round here at night.'' A dark blue sweater was taken out of a pile and stuffed in Remy's arms. ''Socks…''
''Tell me you don't need underwear. Please.'' Scott hopefully asked.
Remy looked at the pants given to him. ''Suppose I don' really _need_ shorts. Dese pants look comfy 'nough. I think I could manage…'' A pair of boxer shorts were thrown at him with the speed of lightning.
''Keep them.'' Was more of a plea than a suggestion.
''Thanks, mon ami. I owe you one.''
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Magneto's Liar''You could've at least gone back and buried him decently. Who knows what could've happened.'' One very stressed out Australian was not happy.
Magneto didn't seem to be bothered with what could've happened. ''Rats, maggots and worms, very similar to what would have happened had he been buried.''
Pyro looked up. ''Thank you for that mental image, mate, feeling much better now.''
''I have no responsibility for dead Acolytes. The device is destroyed, my goal is accomplished.'' Magneto opened the steel doors with his power to motion Pyro out.
While he left the office he mumbled. ''Nice to know a man cares about his recruits.''
The lair where Magneto and his Acolytes lived, looked like a hole in the ground from the outside, but the insides were like a big mansion. The den, where Colossus and Pyro hung out most, had big sofas, armchairs and even a fire place. ''He doesn't even care, mate.'' Pyro paced around the room. ''I don't believe how self-centered that man is!'' Colossus didn't look up from his sketchbook. Pyro sighed. ''So much for conversations in this place.'' He continued pacing around the room and muttered some inaudible curses. ''I mean, Gambit's a teammate, you know? You don't abandon teammates on the field.''
''You left him there as well, Comrade, we all did.'' Those were the only words the Russian spoke. How annoying when those few words were all true.
Pyro wanted to comment on it but couldn't think of anything, so he just nervously flicked the lighter in his hand. He was going mad. Madder. ''I need to burn something…'' With that, a very pissed off Australian left the building.
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Back at the institute#…The fire has ravished most of the building. Five people have been transported to the hospital...#
A very tired Cajun turned off the television in his room. He had hoped to recall at least something by watching the news. Nothing did. He was still as clueless as he was before. One gaze to the alarm clock on his left made him understand why he was so tired. It was two in the morning. Still, he didn't feel like sleeping, it felt a bit strange. But, since tomorrow he would try and fight with his bo-staff, to see if it would bring back any memories. It was nice to have people helping him like that, but he couldn't help but feel that something was amiss.
Too tired to think of anything else, he went to bed.
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The docksThe docks were still in ruins, it was such an old abandoned place that no one bothered to clean up the mess. They had looked everywhere.
''I don't believe this, mate!'' Colossus, of course, did not say anything. ''His body ain't there anymore!''
Colossus lifted the crates where he had been lying. ''Neither is the device Magneto tried to destroy. We should tell him…''
''No way. If he want's to know about it, he should ask us. Serves him right, that arrogant pretentious idiot.''
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Remy woke up, stone drunk; face down in the mud with no recollection of what had happened the previous night. Had he been in a fight, yeah, it was a pub brawl. He loved pub brawls. He met with some…wait, no…he was awake in a bed…with nice warm sheets…indoors…~Oh, damn, de Xavier Institute. What did I jus' of think den?~ Had it been just a dream, or was it an actual memory?
Not being able to recall the details of his dream, Remy got up and decided to take a long shower.
He stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom and noticed a scar on his neck. It was like a cut. ~Where'd I get dat from?~
Not evoking any memories, Remy turned on the shower and got undressed. He looked in the mirror once more and suddenly noticed more scars. Time for categorization. Who knows, something useful might come up. He turned off the shower and started with his right hand.
~Okay, let's start. Right hand, burn mark on m' index finger.~
''Remy, don't touch dat pot o' Gumbo, chile. It be burnin'…''
''Ahhhhh!''
~Who was dat lady?~ But nothing else came to mind. ~Damn. 'Kay, next. Left leg, cut right under m' knee.~
''Come on, jump!'' The boy at the other side shouted.
''Non!''
''You chicken?''
''Dis comin' from a rabbit!''
''Jus' jump!'' The boy jumped, and as the floor approached him faster and faster, he decided that jumping over a bush of thorns might not have been the best idea he had ever had.
''Ahhhhh!''
~Rabbit? Dis makes no sense.~ But realizing this might be a good way to start remembering things he continued. Besides, he was getting real curious. ~Stomach, appendectomy?~
''Be gone you evil spirit!''
''Never! For I am Red-eye Jack!''
''Emil, Remy! Put de swords back where y' found dem! Those things ain' toys!''
''But, Mattie, Remy's de evil ghost pirate.''
''Yeah. An' Lapin's de lame pirate-prince.''
''I'm not lame!''
''Yes you are!''
''Am not.''
''Are too.''
''Put dose 'way 'fore y' hurt someone!''
Two little kids did not listen. Two little kids attacked. Two little screams were heard. ''Ahhh!'' ''Ahhhh!''
~No appendectomy den. Mattie, Emil, Lapin? Emil is Lapin, de rabbit!…Great, still don' remember nothin. Right hand, bite-mark?~
''Remy, y' can' keep that thing here. Take it away.'' It was the stern voice of a man.
''But dis is m' bestest friend ever. He'd never…''
''It's a gator, Remy!''
The boy patted the gator on his snout. ''He don' bit, do y' Gat..….Ahhhhh!''
~Must've been a real angel when I was a kid.~ Remy smiled and wondered if all his scars were from when he was a child. So far, every memory had involved a child of no more then eleven or twelve years old. And who was that man? Could it have been his father? Remy sighed. ~Shoulder, scratches.~
A voice sang in a low hushed voice. ''Crawilin' in dese tunnels, got nothin' else to do, but when this heist is over, I'm back t' drinkin' booze, I got de blues, o yeah, baby got de blues. Need t' get de jewels and so now, I got de claustrophobic tunnel blues.'' ~People who build tunnels got no respect f'r hard workin' men like me.~ The tunnel got smaller, but at the end he could see the tunnel getting wider again. He only needed to get by this bottleneck. ~On count o' three. One. Two. Thre-~ He felt like his shoulder was being ripped from his body. He couldn't shout or he would be noticed, so instead he bit on his lip until it bled.
~Heist, jewels? Tunnels? Never gonna remember anythin' like dis.~ He needed clear images, so far all he got were voices and blurry pictures. ~Chest, burn.~ He touched the scorched skin. ''Ouch.'' ~Dis one's recent.~
''Don't worry, mate. I _control_ fire, remember?''
~An Australian?~ All he could form was that voice and a slightly orange blurry picture. Oh well, he rubbed the scar on his neck. No memories came from that one. ~Probably jus' a cut from shavin'.~ Now _that_ was something he could really do with right now. He touched his chin; that goatee had to go.
A/N I killed Gambit's goatee. ;-D
Might I add that I am not an Australian, so if the accent sucks, sorry. Well, so far another short chapter, but I think a plot is rising. And maybe there will be some Romy in the next chapter too…
Review, I'm a review-junkie and no, I do not need rehabilitation; I need reviews.