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characters. Though it would be lovely...
In blind rage Remy had lithely sprinted in the direction from which he felt Rogue's fear, praying that he was fast enough to prevent tragedy while simultaneously damning the offending thief to a world of pain.
He turned a corner around a trellis and was nearly destroyed by what met his eyes. A stream of blood ran down his Rogue's neck, the contrast against her pale white skin sickened him.
What sickened him more though was the recognition of the hang that held the knife-his own brother, Henri.
On some level he processed the fact that his brother was threatening Rogue, but that level wasn't entirely conscious. The thought soon passed, and all that was left was the hand holding the blade to Rogue. He moved like lightning to free her from Death's grasp, pulling her to him and then gently lowering her to the ground as the collapsed into his arms.
The blood on her throat caused the wrath in his veins to pump harder, filling his eyes with anger and hatred, causing them to burn like Hell.
Henri's eyes widened when he looked into the glowing eyes of his brother, not until now realizing why some called him a devil. At this moment, they turned demonic, he could find no trace of his only sibling in them.
His fear mounted as Remy quickly overcame him, and swiftly began to pummel him ruthlessly, not even stopping as blood began to cover his fists. Henri fell to the ground, entirely at the mercy of the animalistic Remy. However, without his empathetic walls Remy was entirely at the mercy at the powerful emotions all around his. Rogue's fear, Henri's fear, and his own anger built up inside him and crashed through his body, the earlier feelings he felt in regards to the small girl who still lay in pain crashed along with it. All the emotions were too much for his empathy to handle and he suddenly stopped his barrage of attacks as he succumbed to the intensity by falling unconsciously over his brothers bleeding form. His eyes glancing at his bloodied cherie before closing.
Though both Rogue and Remy had fallen into another world, Henri still managed to stay awake through the onslaught. When his brother had fallen he seemed to have snapped out of a daze that had begun when he found an intruder near his family. Knowing the Assassin's Guild had recently stepped up their activities, even being bold enough to verbally threaten Clan LeBeau, he had shown no mercy, fearing that she was after his son and wife. His need to protect them clouded his judgement, forcing him into a violent and disturbing role. He had uncharacteristically threatened the intruder without any decency or humanity. Much like the way Remy had attacked him. He now realized that the girl was no intruder, the intensity of the way his brother protected her showed a deep affection.
Thinking of the girl made him realize that she laid not two feet away, silently bleeding to death from his own hands. He fought off his brothers body, barely, and managed to crawl to the girl, though he could barely feel his extremities. He tore off part of his shirt and gently, and firmly wrapped it around her neck to form a compression bandage to stop the blood. Luckily, he had not had a chance to cut her too deeply. The bandage worked, and before he passed out himself, he had the presence of mind to push a small button on the communicator in his pocket to call for help.
None other than Jean-Luc heard the sound of distress coming from his own communicator. He quickly retrieved it from his pocket and saw that it was coming from the backyard. Only his family used this method, and he realized that both of his sons were out there. Henri and patrol and Remy on a mission to find help for the mystery girl he had brought in.
His paternal instincts kicked in, and he followed the same path Remy had taken earlier to the location.
What he was surprised, and frightened him. Both sons passed out. One with a bloody face, and the other with a bloody hand. He tried not to draw conclusions, but he couldn't help wondering what could have driven one son to attack the other. That's when he noticed the vaguely familiar girl lying on the ground near them, her neck wrapped in blood-tinted bandages that matched his eldest's shirt, and nearby laid a knife he recognized as also belonging to his eldest.
He checked both sons for a pulse, and was relieved when he found them. He then flew into action by quickly making bandaged out of torn clothing for his son.
Meanwhile, behind him Remy stirred from the storm in his minds. He had been able to rebuild his barriers since he had gone under, and was ready to face the world again. He saw his father bending over his brother, he then realized that he had been the cause of them, though he only vaguely remembered being in a haze during it.
He then saw Rogue, and his thoughts of her overwhelmed him again. He scooped her into his arms, gladly noticing signs of her waking. He fingered the bandages on her throat and looked questioningly at his father, wondering why he would have helped her before his son, though he was glad for it.
Jean-Luc looked back at him puzzled, "De were already dere, must a been Henri."
Though confused by his brothers behavior, and even more confused by his own, he was simply content for the moment to lift Rogue closer to him and hold her close to his heart.
Look no cliffhanger!! Yay! Though you might wonder how the little girl is doing, or how Jamie and Amara are doing, or if a cure has been found yet....
~I know Jean-Luc is a little OOC, but I decided to portray him in a better light, I thought it would make more sense if he wasn't a jerk since Remy is still there and such.
a/n: Thank you for all the lovely reviews! I shall try to not leave you in anticipation!
In blind rage Remy had lithely sprinted in the direction from which he felt Rogue's fear, praying that he was fast enough to prevent tragedy while simultaneously damning the offending thief to a world of pain.
He turned a corner around a trellis and was nearly destroyed by what met his eyes. A stream of blood ran down his Rogue's neck, the contrast against her pale white skin sickened him.
What sickened him more though was the recognition of the hang that held the knife-his own brother, Henri.
On some level he processed the fact that his brother was threatening Rogue, but that level wasn't entirely conscious. The thought soon passed, and all that was left was the hand holding the blade to Rogue. He moved like lightning to free her from Death's grasp, pulling her to him and then gently lowering her to the ground as the collapsed into his arms.
The blood on her throat caused the wrath in his veins to pump harder, filling his eyes with anger and hatred, causing them to burn like Hell.
Henri's eyes widened when he looked into the glowing eyes of his brother, not until now realizing why some called him a devil. At this moment, they turned demonic, he could find no trace of his only sibling in them.
His fear mounted as Remy quickly overcame him, and swiftly began to pummel him ruthlessly, not even stopping as blood began to cover his fists. Henri fell to the ground, entirely at the mercy of the animalistic Remy. However, without his empathetic walls Remy was entirely at the mercy at the powerful emotions all around his. Rogue's fear, Henri's fear, and his own anger built up inside him and crashed through his body, the earlier feelings he felt in regards to the small girl who still lay in pain crashed along with it. All the emotions were too much for his empathy to handle and he suddenly stopped his barrage of attacks as he succumbed to the intensity by falling unconsciously over his brothers bleeding form. His eyes glancing at his bloodied cherie before closing.
Though both Rogue and Remy had fallen into another world, Henri still managed to stay awake through the onslaught. When his brother had fallen he seemed to have snapped out of a daze that had begun when he found an intruder near his family. Knowing the Assassin's Guild had recently stepped up their activities, even being bold enough to verbally threaten Clan LeBeau, he had shown no mercy, fearing that she was after his son and wife. His need to protect them clouded his judgement, forcing him into a violent and disturbing role. He had uncharacteristically threatened the intruder without any decency or humanity. Much like the way Remy had attacked him. He now realized that the girl was no intruder, the intensity of the way his brother protected her showed a deep affection.
Thinking of the girl made him realize that she laid not two feet away, silently bleeding to death from his own hands. He fought off his brothers body, barely, and managed to crawl to the girl, though he could barely feel his extremities. He tore off part of his shirt and gently, and firmly wrapped it around her neck to form a compression bandage to stop the blood. Luckily, he had not had a chance to cut her too deeply. The bandage worked, and before he passed out himself, he had the presence of mind to push a small button on the communicator in his pocket to call for help.
None other than Jean-Luc heard the sound of distress coming from his own communicator. He quickly retrieved it from his pocket and saw that it was coming from the backyard. Only his family used this method, and he realized that both of his sons were out there. Henri and patrol and Remy on a mission to find help for the mystery girl he had brought in.
His paternal instincts kicked in, and he followed the same path Remy had taken earlier to the location.
What he was surprised, and frightened him. Both sons passed out. One with a bloody face, and the other with a bloody hand. He tried not to draw conclusions, but he couldn't help wondering what could have driven one son to attack the other. That's when he noticed the vaguely familiar girl lying on the ground near them, her neck wrapped in blood-tinted bandages that matched his eldest's shirt, and nearby laid a knife he recognized as also belonging to his eldest.
He checked both sons for a pulse, and was relieved when he found them. He then flew into action by quickly making bandaged out of torn clothing for his son.
Meanwhile, behind him Remy stirred from the storm in his minds. He had been able to rebuild his barriers since he had gone under, and was ready to face the world again. He saw his father bending over his brother, he then realized that he had been the cause of them, though he only vaguely remembered being in a haze during it.
He then saw Rogue, and his thoughts of her overwhelmed him again. He scooped her into his arms, gladly noticing signs of her waking. He fingered the bandages on her throat and looked questioningly at his father, wondering why he would have helped her before his son, though he was glad for it.
Jean-Luc looked back at him puzzled, "De were already dere, must a been Henri."
Though confused by his brothers behavior, and even more confused by his own, he was simply content for the moment to lift Rogue closer to him and hold her close to his heart.
Look no cliffhanger!! Yay! Though you might wonder how the little girl is doing, or how Jamie and Amara are doing, or if a cure has been found yet....
~I know Jean-Luc is a little OOC, but I decided to portray him in a better light, I thought it would make more sense if he wasn't a jerk since Remy is still there and such.
a/n: Thank you for all the lovely reviews! I shall try to not leave you in anticipation!