[A/N] HELLO MINIONS!! Yesss, I'm still alive and kicking! Well, alive and...umm...sleeping. Oh well. I'm really sorry for being so lazy lately, blame it on the evilness of that terrible institution known as school. On a lighter note, you all must know that I got an A on my math final! Y=mxb baby!! Thanx yo everyone who reviewed.
"This procedure should be brief Remy." Essex said. Remy sat on yet another steel operating table, watching as Essex fiddled with a small object in another part of the lab. "Unfortunately, I will be unable to administer anesthesia due to the complex makeup of the device."
"What?" Remy said, unable to make heads or tails of Essex's speech.
"This will hurt." Essex said simply. He moved to the table and pulled a cart forward. It held some ugly-looking knives and needles as well as a small metal object that looked like it came from a star trek movie.
Remy nodded, although the sharp objects frightened him, he knew that there was no other way to get control. He took a deep breath and just barely controlled the shaking of his hands.
"What you gonna do?" he asked.
Essex didn't answer right away; he snapped a pair of latex gloves onto his hands and cleaned the knives and the small device with alcohol before turning to Remy.
"I will place this," he held up the metal device, "inside your arm. It is designed to absorb the kinetic energy you produce and make it into a less harmful product. It should not only keep you from making deadly mistakes with your power, but also increase the amount of energy you have available to your body. The only side-affect I can foresee would be insomnia. That is; you will have trouble sleeping or staying still because of the high amounts of energy."
"Oh..." Remy said. He didn't fully understand, but didn't want to bother the doctor by asking questions. Remy stayed silent as Essex took his arm and cut it open with the knife. He felt tears come to his eyes and wanted to scream, but he knew that if he moved he would be in more pain.
Essex pushed the device under his skin and a layer of muscle. His fingers moved deftly without pause as he pushed and probed into Remy's arm. Remy was glad, at least, that Essex had high shields that protected him from Remy's charm power. Remy had the strangest feeling that the doctor was enjoying what he was doing, and the thought alone made Remy sick.
After what seemed like an eternity Essex removed his hand from the opening in Remy's arm and stitched it up. Remy closed he eyes and breathed hard as he felt the needle and thread pass through his flesh. Soon enough it was over and Essex cleaned the wound with an antibiotic solution. Remy let out a great sigh of relief.
"This should keep you powers in check for a few years at least. By that time I hope you will be able to control them on your own." Essex stood and walked to his computer, the unspoken signal that Remy was dismissed.
Remy stood and, rather than running which was what he wanted to do, calmly walked out of the room. It had been three days. Three long painful days and Remy was ready to go home. He turn left, in the opposite direction of his room, and turned towards the hallway he could remember meeting Victor in.
Remy's footsteps echoed eerily in the long metal hall. He thought this was the way to Victor's room, but how could he tell when all the rooms looked the same? Remy desperately wished for a map of the compound.
'Or maybe one of dose t'ings wit' de blinky "you are here" dots.' Remy thought.
"Hey kid." A voice growled from behind him. Remy jumped nearly a foot in the air and spun around. Victor leaned against the wall, grinning.
"Salut Victor." Remy said, trying not to look as scared as he was.
"Lets go." Victor grabbed hold of Remy's shirt collar and dragged him down a corridor that Remy hadn't noticed before.
Victor was pulling him much to fast for his short legs, but Remy didn't complain and merely let himself be pulled at any speed Victor chose.
They came to a halt at what appeared to be a dead end. Remy waited, panting, as victor ran his hands up and down the black wall. His long claws came in contact with one small piece of the wall and Remy heard a loud click. The wall moved aside to reveal the high noon sun shining over Remy's beloved swamp.
Remy stepped outside with joy, it was the first time he had seen the sun in over a week, but he was struck down where he stood. It was his eyes! Remy reached up to cover his eyes as pain shot through his head. It burned through his skull and along the back of his neck. After
He screamed, his arms flailed around as he tried to find Victor. One hand covered his eyes in an attempt to block out the painful light.
"Victor?" He whispered fearfully.
Remy heard a chuckle coming from somewhere behind him, it was one of those homicidal maniac chuckles that made Remy want to run for the hills. Of course, running for the hills wouldn't work if he couldn't see where the hills were.
Victor chuckled, and Remy suddenly felt as if he would jump into a volcano rather than stay another minute in Victor's company.
"Looks like we have a little problem Remy." Victor's gravely voice said, from off in some direction Remy couldn't pinpoint. "You see, there's this guy who want's you dead. But I work for Mr. Sinister, that's Dr Essex to you, and he wants you alive.
"So Remy, what shall I do?" Victor chuckled again and Remy felt one of his claws trail down his face. Remy's mind was racing, he put the pieces together quickly, coming up with only one frightening answer.
"You gonna leave me here?"
"Damn straight!" Victor cried with a laugh, "I get to tell my man your dead, and if you do die Sinister can't blame me. If you don't, well, that's not my problem."
Remy wished he could see well enough to hit Victor just once. 'I never should have listened to dat fils de putain' Remy thought, 'Just shows what happens when you trust someone.'
"I'll be going now kid." Victor growled. Remy felt the man's hand leave his head, but before Victor left, he grabbed a chunk of Remy's hair and ripped it out.
He chuckled again as Remy gasped and reached for the bloody spot on his head, "Proof, you know, of your death." He told the boy with a grin before trotting into the swamp.
"Merde." Remy muttered. He sat down on the ground, there was no use in trying top get home. Without his eyes Remy would fall into the swamp and drown in no time. He rested his head in his hands and rubbed his still screaming temples. "Merde."
Theoren Leboulanger sat in the Café du Sang when Victor entered. The hulking man did not even try to be discreet, he simply walked up to Theoren and threw something on the table in front of him. Theoren picked it up and examined it. It was a small lock of reddish-brown hair and it was tacky with quickly drying blood.
"Good job Sabertooth. I was worried f'r a minute dere dat you were gonna bring him to me alive." He laughed a little as he reached into his coat for Sabertooth's payment.
"I was," Sabertooth replied, "But I had a better idea."
Theoren chuckled and handed the ruby to Sabertooth before draining the last of his coffee and walking to the door.
"Well, either way, good job." Theoren said as he left. Sabertooth had not listened however, he was too busy watching the play of light across the Ruby.
TRANSLATIONS:
Salut= hi (it can also be bye) Fils de Putain= Son of a Whore/Bitch Merde= shit
So that's it! YAY!! There will probably only be one or two more chapters for this. That's right its almost done. Once again I am SO SORRY for not posting often enough, I have lots of excuses but it all adds up to I'm REALLY LAZY!! So, if you want me to keep going, bug me....a lot...yeah
All of those who review shall receive a complementary invisible cookie.
"This procedure should be brief Remy." Essex said. Remy sat on yet another steel operating table, watching as Essex fiddled with a small object in another part of the lab. "Unfortunately, I will be unable to administer anesthesia due to the complex makeup of the device."
"What?" Remy said, unable to make heads or tails of Essex's speech.
"This will hurt." Essex said simply. He moved to the table and pulled a cart forward. It held some ugly-looking knives and needles as well as a small metal object that looked like it came from a star trek movie.
Remy nodded, although the sharp objects frightened him, he knew that there was no other way to get control. He took a deep breath and just barely controlled the shaking of his hands.
"What you gonna do?" he asked.
Essex didn't answer right away; he snapped a pair of latex gloves onto his hands and cleaned the knives and the small device with alcohol before turning to Remy.
"I will place this," he held up the metal device, "inside your arm. It is designed to absorb the kinetic energy you produce and make it into a less harmful product. It should not only keep you from making deadly mistakes with your power, but also increase the amount of energy you have available to your body. The only side-affect I can foresee would be insomnia. That is; you will have trouble sleeping or staying still because of the high amounts of energy."
"Oh..." Remy said. He didn't fully understand, but didn't want to bother the doctor by asking questions. Remy stayed silent as Essex took his arm and cut it open with the knife. He felt tears come to his eyes and wanted to scream, but he knew that if he moved he would be in more pain.
Essex pushed the device under his skin and a layer of muscle. His fingers moved deftly without pause as he pushed and probed into Remy's arm. Remy was glad, at least, that Essex had high shields that protected him from Remy's charm power. Remy had the strangest feeling that the doctor was enjoying what he was doing, and the thought alone made Remy sick.
After what seemed like an eternity Essex removed his hand from the opening in Remy's arm and stitched it up. Remy closed he eyes and breathed hard as he felt the needle and thread pass through his flesh. Soon enough it was over and Essex cleaned the wound with an antibiotic solution. Remy let out a great sigh of relief.
"This should keep you powers in check for a few years at least. By that time I hope you will be able to control them on your own." Essex stood and walked to his computer, the unspoken signal that Remy was dismissed.
Remy stood and, rather than running which was what he wanted to do, calmly walked out of the room. It had been three days. Three long painful days and Remy was ready to go home. He turn left, in the opposite direction of his room, and turned towards the hallway he could remember meeting Victor in.
Remy's footsteps echoed eerily in the long metal hall. He thought this was the way to Victor's room, but how could he tell when all the rooms looked the same? Remy desperately wished for a map of the compound.
'Or maybe one of dose t'ings wit' de blinky "you are here" dots.' Remy thought.
"Hey kid." A voice growled from behind him. Remy jumped nearly a foot in the air and spun around. Victor leaned against the wall, grinning.
"Salut Victor." Remy said, trying not to look as scared as he was.
"Lets go." Victor grabbed hold of Remy's shirt collar and dragged him down a corridor that Remy hadn't noticed before.
Victor was pulling him much to fast for his short legs, but Remy didn't complain and merely let himself be pulled at any speed Victor chose.
They came to a halt at what appeared to be a dead end. Remy waited, panting, as victor ran his hands up and down the black wall. His long claws came in contact with one small piece of the wall and Remy heard a loud click. The wall moved aside to reveal the high noon sun shining over Remy's beloved swamp.
Remy stepped outside with joy, it was the first time he had seen the sun in over a week, but he was struck down where he stood. It was his eyes! Remy reached up to cover his eyes as pain shot through his head. It burned through his skull and along the back of his neck. After
He screamed, his arms flailed around as he tried to find Victor. One hand covered his eyes in an attempt to block out the painful light.
"Victor?" He whispered fearfully.
Remy heard a chuckle coming from somewhere behind him, it was one of those homicidal maniac chuckles that made Remy want to run for the hills. Of course, running for the hills wouldn't work if he couldn't see where the hills were.
Victor chuckled, and Remy suddenly felt as if he would jump into a volcano rather than stay another minute in Victor's company.
"Looks like we have a little problem Remy." Victor's gravely voice said, from off in some direction Remy couldn't pinpoint. "You see, there's this guy who want's you dead. But I work for Mr. Sinister, that's Dr Essex to you, and he wants you alive.
"So Remy, what shall I do?" Victor chuckled again and Remy felt one of his claws trail down his face. Remy's mind was racing, he put the pieces together quickly, coming up with only one frightening answer.
"You gonna leave me here?"
"Damn straight!" Victor cried with a laugh, "I get to tell my man your dead, and if you do die Sinister can't blame me. If you don't, well, that's not my problem."
Remy wished he could see well enough to hit Victor just once. 'I never should have listened to dat fils de putain' Remy thought, 'Just shows what happens when you trust someone.'
"I'll be going now kid." Victor growled. Remy felt the man's hand leave his head, but before Victor left, he grabbed a chunk of Remy's hair and ripped it out.
He chuckled again as Remy gasped and reached for the bloody spot on his head, "Proof, you know, of your death." He told the boy with a grin before trotting into the swamp.
"Merde." Remy muttered. He sat down on the ground, there was no use in trying top get home. Without his eyes Remy would fall into the swamp and drown in no time. He rested his head in his hands and rubbed his still screaming temples. "Merde."
Theoren Leboulanger sat in the Café du Sang when Victor entered. The hulking man did not even try to be discreet, he simply walked up to Theoren and threw something on the table in front of him. Theoren picked it up and examined it. It was a small lock of reddish-brown hair and it was tacky with quickly drying blood.
"Good job Sabertooth. I was worried f'r a minute dere dat you were gonna bring him to me alive." He laughed a little as he reached into his coat for Sabertooth's payment.
"I was," Sabertooth replied, "But I had a better idea."
Theoren chuckled and handed the ruby to Sabertooth before draining the last of his coffee and walking to the door.
"Well, either way, good job." Theoren said as he left. Sabertooth had not listened however, he was too busy watching the play of light across the Ruby.
TRANSLATIONS:
Salut= hi (it can also be bye) Fils de Putain= Son of a Whore/Bitch Merde= shit
So that's it! YAY!! There will probably only be one or two more chapters for this. That's right its almost done. Once again I am SO SORRY for not posting often enough, I have lots of excuses but it all adds up to I'm REALLY LAZY!! So, if you want me to keep going, bug me....a lot...yeah
All of those who review shall receive a complementary invisible cookie.