The weeks went by rather quickly, and Remy found himself beginning to enjoy his new found job despite his depression over Rogue. He had met many children as lost as he was, and being able to help them gave him a feeling of satisfaction that he found his dreamless nights of sleep increasing.
But by far, the child that seemed to need him the most was the small winged girl he had met at the first dinner, for her naivety had gotten her in trouble time and time again. Her name, he had come to find out, was Aisha. She had grown up, well the six years she had been alive anyway, in Venezuela. Like him, the people of her village thought her a minion for the devil because of her wings. While Remy thought they made her look angelic, they thought they marked her a devil due to the dark color.
For such a small girl, she seemed to stir up a great deal of trouble. Just the other day, Remy was pulling her out of the danger room because she had managed to sneak in there. She claimed that the older kids had stuck her in there when she asked to play with them, and Remy had to admit that it began to look like the truth. Even at Xavier's, Remy noticed them teasing her, though he couldn't understand why. Often, he would find the child playing alone in a corner. More than once he had caught her crying...
However, when she spoke to him it was always with such kindness. She seemed to possess wisdom beyond her years, but still carried the essence of childhood that Remy had lost ages ago. Many times he found himself watching her when he was supposed to be supervising the other children. Then again, he had found her watching him as well.
It wasn't until she approached him that the strange markings on her neck resurfaced in his mind.
"Petite, yo' wanna tell Remy what be on yo' neck?"
The girl just stared up at him with her wide, silver eyes and shook her head. Remy didn't have time to press for more information, a fight amongst his students had broken out. Comically enough, it was a fight over him...
"Dammit Hilary, you slut! Don't touch me!" Kylie's voice rang out clearly enough as she shoved the teen off of her back. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I saw you looking at him...You know how I feel!" Hilary's eyes stared back at Kylie accusingly, but the look she received back was none but incredulity.
"You're mad..." Kylie shook her head to emphasize her words, before she turned around and stormed out of the room.
With a sigh, Remy gave Aisha a tiny pat on her head before he stood up and addressed his class.
"All righ', All righ'. Everybody jus' be calmin' down now. Yo' all go down t'dinner. Except fo' yo' Miss Chase..." The latter was stated to Hilary. "Yo' be stayin' here until Monsieur LeBeau finished talkin' wit' yo' accomplice.."
Remy gave Hilary a quick, but stern, look before he headed outside to where he would find Kylie. The girl was sitting on a low wall, her knees pulled up to her chest, as she glanced up at the moon.
"Petite, yo' ok?" After receiving a nod, he took a seat on the wall beside her. For a moment, he saw himself reflected in her sad face. Alas, he was sure it was a trick of his eyes, or his heart. "Why are yo' here, cherie? Yo' can' be in school anymo'."
"The Professor asked me to come and help. He said that my helping them could help me get over..." Kylie trailed off, as though afraid she had said too much. "I'm not that young. Unless, you know, you see twenty-one as really young. Though, I can't see how you would. You don't seem that old..."
"Remy be twenty-four, Petite. He sees himself as young, so yo' be young too. Young an' sad. Yo' know, Remy be all ears if yo' want t'talk...."
Kylie paused, the expression on her face completely unreadable, but Remy was sure she was considering what he had just said.
"Hilary's got the biggest crush on you. But she's only seventeen..." She stated simply, causing Remy to sigh. He had been sure he had been reaching her, digging deep into the depths of her soul to the root of her sadness. But he had been wrong, she wasn't up for talking yet.
"Oui, an' Aisha be gettin' into lots o' trouble. But Remy's not concerned wit' dem righ' now petite. He be focusin' on yo'..."
Kylie shifted uncomfortably, her lavender colored eyes shifting from the moon in the sky to him for the first time since he'd come outside.
"I used to live in Pennsylvania with my mom. Oliver was there too..he's my brother. She couldn't handle us being mutants. At first she acted as if she was proud, always having Oliver go to the store to get things with his super speed or having me check if people were lying with my telepathy. But eventually it began to wear on her....
"My mom was a nice person. She really was. But all this mutant hype going around...the neighborhood thought we were menaces. They started putting pressure on her...eventually she just couldn't take it anymore. She told Oliver to go to a friend's house for the night, I was at college so I wasn't home. And, she swallowed a whole bottle of pills. By the time I found her..it was too late..." She finished her spill as though she had said it a hundred times before, to a hundred different people. She had seen every reaction, lived through the sobs. She hadn't expected him to surprise her. That was probably what surprised her the most.
"Yo' mother be one of a million petite. Remy's parents left him when he was a boy. His eyes be scarin' dem..." He lifted his sunglasses to show her his eyes, and to his surprise she merely smiled.
"They aren't so scary. They just didn't give you the chance..."
Kylie stood up and went inside, leaving Remy to wonder just who had helped who there. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but smile. The girl definitely had character.
But by far, the child that seemed to need him the most was the small winged girl he had met at the first dinner, for her naivety had gotten her in trouble time and time again. Her name, he had come to find out, was Aisha. She had grown up, well the six years she had been alive anyway, in Venezuela. Like him, the people of her village thought her a minion for the devil because of her wings. While Remy thought they made her look angelic, they thought they marked her a devil due to the dark color.
For such a small girl, she seemed to stir up a great deal of trouble. Just the other day, Remy was pulling her out of the danger room because she had managed to sneak in there. She claimed that the older kids had stuck her in there when she asked to play with them, and Remy had to admit that it began to look like the truth. Even at Xavier's, Remy noticed them teasing her, though he couldn't understand why. Often, he would find the child playing alone in a corner. More than once he had caught her crying...
However, when she spoke to him it was always with such kindness. She seemed to possess wisdom beyond her years, but still carried the essence of childhood that Remy had lost ages ago. Many times he found himself watching her when he was supposed to be supervising the other children. Then again, he had found her watching him as well.
It wasn't until she approached him that the strange markings on her neck resurfaced in his mind.
"Petite, yo' wanna tell Remy what be on yo' neck?"
The girl just stared up at him with her wide, silver eyes and shook her head. Remy didn't have time to press for more information, a fight amongst his students had broken out. Comically enough, it was a fight over him...
"Dammit Hilary, you slut! Don't touch me!" Kylie's voice rang out clearly enough as she shoved the teen off of her back. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I saw you looking at him...You know how I feel!" Hilary's eyes stared back at Kylie accusingly, but the look she received back was none but incredulity.
"You're mad..." Kylie shook her head to emphasize her words, before she turned around and stormed out of the room.
With a sigh, Remy gave Aisha a tiny pat on her head before he stood up and addressed his class.
"All righ', All righ'. Everybody jus' be calmin' down now. Yo' all go down t'dinner. Except fo' yo' Miss Chase..." The latter was stated to Hilary. "Yo' be stayin' here until Monsieur LeBeau finished talkin' wit' yo' accomplice.."
Remy gave Hilary a quick, but stern, look before he headed outside to where he would find Kylie. The girl was sitting on a low wall, her knees pulled up to her chest, as she glanced up at the moon.
"Petite, yo' ok?" After receiving a nod, he took a seat on the wall beside her. For a moment, he saw himself reflected in her sad face. Alas, he was sure it was a trick of his eyes, or his heart. "Why are yo' here, cherie? Yo' can' be in school anymo'."
"The Professor asked me to come and help. He said that my helping them could help me get over..." Kylie trailed off, as though afraid she had said too much. "I'm not that young. Unless, you know, you see twenty-one as really young. Though, I can't see how you would. You don't seem that old..."
"Remy be twenty-four, Petite. He sees himself as young, so yo' be young too. Young an' sad. Yo' know, Remy be all ears if yo' want t'talk...."
Kylie paused, the expression on her face completely unreadable, but Remy was sure she was considering what he had just said.
"Hilary's got the biggest crush on you. But she's only seventeen..." She stated simply, causing Remy to sigh. He had been sure he had been reaching her, digging deep into the depths of her soul to the root of her sadness. But he had been wrong, she wasn't up for talking yet.
"Oui, an' Aisha be gettin' into lots o' trouble. But Remy's not concerned wit' dem righ' now petite. He be focusin' on yo'..."
Kylie shifted uncomfortably, her lavender colored eyes shifting from the moon in the sky to him for the first time since he'd come outside.
"I used to live in Pennsylvania with my mom. Oliver was there too..he's my brother. She couldn't handle us being mutants. At first she acted as if she was proud, always having Oliver go to the store to get things with his super speed or having me check if people were lying with my telepathy. But eventually it began to wear on her....
"My mom was a nice person. She really was. But all this mutant hype going around...the neighborhood thought we were menaces. They started putting pressure on her...eventually she just couldn't take it anymore. She told Oliver to go to a friend's house for the night, I was at college so I wasn't home. And, she swallowed a whole bottle of pills. By the time I found her..it was too late..." She finished her spill as though she had said it a hundred times before, to a hundred different people. She had seen every reaction, lived through the sobs. She hadn't expected him to surprise her. That was probably what surprised her the most.
"Yo' mother be one of a million petite. Remy's parents left him when he was a boy. His eyes be scarin' dem..." He lifted his sunglasses to show her his eyes, and to his surprise she merely smiled.
"They aren't so scary. They just didn't give you the chance..."
Kylie stood up and went inside, leaving Remy to wonder just who had helped who there. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but smile. The girl definitely had character.