Chapter Six
"Yes, Remy. You may come in now," Professor Xavier's voice rang through Remy's head. Remy brushed his hands on his blue jeans, opened the door and walked into the office.
"Remy, I sense that you are...upset?" Professor asked as Remy seated himself opposite him. Remy cleared his throat.
"Oui, Professor. I came t' tell yo' dat I be goin' away for a while," he explained, drawing and lighting a cigarette from his trench coat. He breathed it in and let the air out again.
"Yes. I was afraid that you would. Is there a reason for this abrupt decision?" Professor asked, linking his fingers in front of him.
Remy let the cigarette dangle between his lips as he dug his hand into the left pocket of his trench coat and brought out an old photo of him and Rogue. He set it in front of the Professor and took the still-dangling cigarette from his mouth.
"Rogue is alive. An' I know dat yo' an' de other telepat' know it too," he stated, leaning back in the armchair. He didn't mention Wolverine knowing it too because it would most definitely mean his death. And he didn't want to die. Not without Rogue by his side.
"Her name is Jean and I would expect her to be called it. I am not entirely sure if Rogue is alive..." he began but was cut off as Remy stood up.
"Oui, professor, mais you're not entirely sure dat she's dead eit'er!" he said angrily, stubbing the cigarette into his palm, oblivious of the pain.
"Remy please! You are being irrational. The tide was unbelievably rough! There was no chance of her surviving it!" Professor reasoned.
Remy turned round and headed to the door but before he reached it, he stopped.
"Den' how come I did?" he said quietly and walked out the office, leaving an ashamed Professor behind.
Remy stuffed some hasty belongings into the inside pockets of his trench coat. Cigarettes, lighters, recent photos of Rogue. Remy straightened his coat and made his way outside to the garage. In the garage, sat the second love of his life. His motorcycle.
He settled on it and revved the engine loudly.
"Remy gonna find yo' chere. Even if it be de last t'ing Remy do,"
A/N: ok don't hurt me coz I know this a short chapter, but my mom wanted me to...blah blah blah.... and I had to rush but the rest of the chapters will be better. Promise. Thief's honour!
A/A/N: I know the whole third person talking thing is messed up but I keep forgetting' it!
"Yes, Remy. You may come in now," Professor Xavier's voice rang through Remy's head. Remy brushed his hands on his blue jeans, opened the door and walked into the office.
"Remy, I sense that you are...upset?" Professor asked as Remy seated himself opposite him. Remy cleared his throat.
"Oui, Professor. I came t' tell yo' dat I be goin' away for a while," he explained, drawing and lighting a cigarette from his trench coat. He breathed it in and let the air out again.
"Yes. I was afraid that you would. Is there a reason for this abrupt decision?" Professor asked, linking his fingers in front of him.
Remy let the cigarette dangle between his lips as he dug his hand into the left pocket of his trench coat and brought out an old photo of him and Rogue. He set it in front of the Professor and took the still-dangling cigarette from his mouth.
"Rogue is alive. An' I know dat yo' an' de other telepat' know it too," he stated, leaning back in the armchair. He didn't mention Wolverine knowing it too because it would most definitely mean his death. And he didn't want to die. Not without Rogue by his side.
"Her name is Jean and I would expect her to be called it. I am not entirely sure if Rogue is alive..." he began but was cut off as Remy stood up.
"Oui, professor, mais you're not entirely sure dat she's dead eit'er!" he said angrily, stubbing the cigarette into his palm, oblivious of the pain.
"Remy please! You are being irrational. The tide was unbelievably rough! There was no chance of her surviving it!" Professor reasoned.
Remy turned round and headed to the door but before he reached it, he stopped.
"Den' how come I did?" he said quietly and walked out the office, leaving an ashamed Professor behind.
Remy stuffed some hasty belongings into the inside pockets of his trench coat. Cigarettes, lighters, recent photos of Rogue. Remy straightened his coat and made his way outside to the garage. In the garage, sat the second love of his life. His motorcycle.
He settled on it and revved the engine loudly.
"Remy gonna find yo' chere. Even if it be de last t'ing Remy do,"
A/N: ok don't hurt me coz I know this a short chapter, but my mom wanted me to...blah blah blah.... and I had to rush but the rest of the chapters will be better. Promise. Thief's honour!
A/A/N: I know the whole third person talking thing is messed up but I keep forgetting' it!