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mentioned.
Oatmeal, Corn Flakes, Raisin Bran and Coco Puffs (for Jamie). Bread, eggs, milk and butter. Chicken nuggets, stir-fry and green beans. Her list was endless. Who ever thought shopping for three people could be so hard?
Of course, most people didn't have an annoying swamp-rap tagging along, occasionally throwing an unhealthy snack into the cart, or tucking it into his trench coat. It seemed as though Rogue had been in the store for hours, either trying to figure out which loaf of bread she should buy or trying to find Jamie's favorite juice. The long trip even seemed to be wearing down the normally energetic Cajun. He didn't seem to quite fit in the grocery store setting. Though of course he looked just fine in the fluorescent lighting.
"How much more do you need cherie? Remy don' think jus' three of ya need all dis food"
"Hey, no one said you had ta come, Ah would be just fine if you left."
"Now come on Cherie, how could Remy leave such a belle all alone?"
"Easy, just walk out tha damn door!"
"Now Remy know yo don' mean dat."
Rogue was too busy scowling at Remy's smirk to pay attention to where she was going, or to hear what was going on around her. However, Remy's acute senses picked up on the disturbance the next aisle down.
"Get the hell outta my store you mutie freak! I ain't gonna feed your freak ass!"
The two mutants eyes widened as they turned the corner to see a man kicking a person in the stomach. The young girl couldn't have been no more than 12, yet the man continued to assault her. Rogue's eyes quickly clouded over at the injustice, and her eyes became as sharp as two finely cut gems. Before Remy could stop her she had abandoned her cart and ran over to the man. She didn't even say a word as she kicked him hard in the back, with a move learned from the lethal Wolverine.
The sudden attack forced the man to stop his torture and focus on the deadlier mutant behind him.
"What the hell are you doing? You some fucking mutie lover? Get the hell outta my store before I make you pay girl!" The man roared in Rogue's face, however his rage did nothing to diminish the death glare that came from her eyes.
"No, Ah ain't a mutie lover, Ah am a mutant, and Ah suggest you stop hurtin' that poor girl before Ah kick you into next week!" Though small, Rogue was famous for her anger, and you could tell that the fierceness in which she delivered her lines discouraged the man slightly. However, he was too stupid too just leave it alone, instead he had the audacity to raise his uncovered hand to Rogue and attempt to backslap her.
Though she was ready for the attack, the arm never made contact with her, because before it could land it was intercepted by the agile Gambit, whose demonic eyes burned with Hell's fury that someone could raise a hand to his Cherie.
"Monsieur, yo mama should have taught yo better than to hurt a lady, especially when dat lady be Remy's." With that Gambit grabbed the man's shirt and began to charge it, the ferocity of the charge matched the glowing in his eyes. Of course, the man was scared beyond his wildest nightmares. Not just because of the demon eyes, the explosive shirt, or the fierce words, but because he knew that face. He knew who Gambit was when he was in New Orleans. He had just pissed off the prince of Thieves, and the son of Jean-Luc. His store was deep in Thieves Guild territory. Well, after this it wouldn't be his store anymore.
"Now, you let these ladies leave dis place, wit all their food, 'den we will continue dis conversation later."
The man furiously nodded his head, and Gambit uncharged his shirt, then he transferred the energy into a nearby display, just to scare the man a little more. With that, he picked up the small mutant girl who lay crying on the floor and wrapped his arm around Rogue, not to protect her, but to protect the world from her wrath. In her passion she didn't even realize the move, and let him lead her outside with all her groceries.
Luckily Remy had his car parked only across the street, and after he had packed Rogue and the injured the girl into the car, and the food in the truck, he took off towards his fathers home, where he knew the girl could get medical attention from either his Tante Mattie, or one of the physicians his father hired. He didn't trust that a hospital would take proper care of the mutant.
He looked in the rearview mirror, to see the nameless girl had curled herself into Rogues arms, much like Jamie did. Rogue had carefully made sure she was entirely covered before rubbing the girls back and simultaneously checking for wounds. The little girl's shirt was covered in blood, and she was hacking violently, in a manner much like Amara and Jamie, tears stained her face, and her hair was dirty and knotty. She looked as though she hadn't had much to eat for a good while. Though he didn't know her name, or even her mutant power. Remy silently swore to himself that he would take the best care of her, especially when he saw a tear roll down Rogue's face for the girl.
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I am sorry it has been ages since I last updated, I haven't had much time to concentrate on this story, and I don't feel as though it is developing as well as I would like it too. Any reviews would be greatly appreciated!
Oatmeal, Corn Flakes, Raisin Bran and Coco Puffs (for Jamie). Bread, eggs, milk and butter. Chicken nuggets, stir-fry and green beans. Her list was endless. Who ever thought shopping for three people could be so hard?
Of course, most people didn't have an annoying swamp-rap tagging along, occasionally throwing an unhealthy snack into the cart, or tucking it into his trench coat. It seemed as though Rogue had been in the store for hours, either trying to figure out which loaf of bread she should buy or trying to find Jamie's favorite juice. The long trip even seemed to be wearing down the normally energetic Cajun. He didn't seem to quite fit in the grocery store setting. Though of course he looked just fine in the fluorescent lighting.
"How much more do you need cherie? Remy don' think jus' three of ya need all dis food"
"Hey, no one said you had ta come, Ah would be just fine if you left."
"Now come on Cherie, how could Remy leave such a belle all alone?"
"Easy, just walk out tha damn door!"
"Now Remy know yo don' mean dat."
Rogue was too busy scowling at Remy's smirk to pay attention to where she was going, or to hear what was going on around her. However, Remy's acute senses picked up on the disturbance the next aisle down.
"Get the hell outta my store you mutie freak! I ain't gonna feed your freak ass!"
The two mutants eyes widened as they turned the corner to see a man kicking a person in the stomach. The young girl couldn't have been no more than 12, yet the man continued to assault her. Rogue's eyes quickly clouded over at the injustice, and her eyes became as sharp as two finely cut gems. Before Remy could stop her she had abandoned her cart and ran over to the man. She didn't even say a word as she kicked him hard in the back, with a move learned from the lethal Wolverine.
The sudden attack forced the man to stop his torture and focus on the deadlier mutant behind him.
"What the hell are you doing? You some fucking mutie lover? Get the hell outta my store before I make you pay girl!" The man roared in Rogue's face, however his rage did nothing to diminish the death glare that came from her eyes.
"No, Ah ain't a mutie lover, Ah am a mutant, and Ah suggest you stop hurtin' that poor girl before Ah kick you into next week!" Though small, Rogue was famous for her anger, and you could tell that the fierceness in which she delivered her lines discouraged the man slightly. However, he was too stupid too just leave it alone, instead he had the audacity to raise his uncovered hand to Rogue and attempt to backslap her.
Though she was ready for the attack, the arm never made contact with her, because before it could land it was intercepted by the agile Gambit, whose demonic eyes burned with Hell's fury that someone could raise a hand to his Cherie.
"Monsieur, yo mama should have taught yo better than to hurt a lady, especially when dat lady be Remy's." With that Gambit grabbed the man's shirt and began to charge it, the ferocity of the charge matched the glowing in his eyes. Of course, the man was scared beyond his wildest nightmares. Not just because of the demon eyes, the explosive shirt, or the fierce words, but because he knew that face. He knew who Gambit was when he was in New Orleans. He had just pissed off the prince of Thieves, and the son of Jean-Luc. His store was deep in Thieves Guild territory. Well, after this it wouldn't be his store anymore.
"Now, you let these ladies leave dis place, wit all their food, 'den we will continue dis conversation later."
The man furiously nodded his head, and Gambit uncharged his shirt, then he transferred the energy into a nearby display, just to scare the man a little more. With that, he picked up the small mutant girl who lay crying on the floor and wrapped his arm around Rogue, not to protect her, but to protect the world from her wrath. In her passion she didn't even realize the move, and let him lead her outside with all her groceries.
Luckily Remy had his car parked only across the street, and after he had packed Rogue and the injured the girl into the car, and the food in the truck, he took off towards his fathers home, where he knew the girl could get medical attention from either his Tante Mattie, or one of the physicians his father hired. He didn't trust that a hospital would take proper care of the mutant.
He looked in the rearview mirror, to see the nameless girl had curled herself into Rogues arms, much like Jamie did. Rogue had carefully made sure she was entirely covered before rubbing the girls back and simultaneously checking for wounds. The little girl's shirt was covered in blood, and she was hacking violently, in a manner much like Amara and Jamie, tears stained her face, and her hair was dirty and knotty. She looked as though she hadn't had much to eat for a good while. Though he didn't know her name, or even her mutant power. Remy silently swore to himself that he would take the best care of her, especially when he saw a tear roll down Rogue's face for the girl.
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I am sorry it has been ages since I last updated, I haven't had much time to concentrate on this story, and I don't feel as though it is developing as well as I would like it too. Any reviews would be greatly appreciated!