Alistor did the formality thing with the cops. He made up some story about
Kate's mom being some close friend of his so as he could identify the body,
then he took off in his truck. He drove all day and found himself in a
place that he hated so much. He was at the edge of a river, with a bridge
over head. He swallowed hard, seeing the scene again, it had been so long.
If anyone ever asked him why he never went into the pool, or took showers instead of baths, or kept a safe distance from lakes when he was with them at parks or whatever, he would tell them that he didn't like getting wet, and showers were a convenience. And when they asked him why he put his foot down hard on the gas when he drove over a bridge, or took a route that was two hours longer, where it didn't have a bridge. He would laugh it off and say he didn't notice.
Alistor took in a deep breath and took a long stride, closer to the edge of the water, although he was still three feet away. He swallowed hard and walked up to the edge, looking down as the rain pelted on the surface of the river, making it uneven and alive. Alistor suddenly felt sick and backed away. 'Why the hell did I come hear?'
He scrubbed a hand over his face and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes he began to breath irregularly, as the memories flooded back, no matter how hard he tried to block them.
//He put the key in the lock. The house was deadly quiet. There was something wrong with it. He took in a deep breath and turned the key, hearing the snap, then creek of the door opening. He looked around the thick darkness, and saw nothing. But he smelled the whiskey in the room....think and sickening. Jeremy was drunk again. His foster father.
"Catherine?" Alistor yelled into the emptiness. There was no answer. "Shit! Catherine?" His foster mother didn't respond. 'Fuck, fuck fuck. This isn't good, it's midnight and Catherine isn't answering. Jeramy is........where the hell is Jeramy....Damn this place stinks...' Alistor thought as he walked into the hall, fumbling for the light switch. He flicked it up and covered his eyes as the yellow light illuminated the area. Then his heart dropped when he saw his foster mother laying motionless on the living room floor, blood stained the walls.
"Oh, you bastard! Catherine....Catherine talk ta me." He said as he scooted down next to her, he winced seeing her face all bruised and cut up. The he heard the cold voice from behind him.
"Where the fuck have you been boy?" Jeramy slurred, pulling the bottle of alcohol to his lips and sucking for dear life. "I said 11! You're an hour late, so the bitch got what was meant for you, you screw up!"
"Damn it Jeremy." Alistor mumbled, too afraid to answer back to Jeramy. He still had bruises from the last time he did that. Catherine, sat up, wrapping her thin arms around her stomach. He didn't? He wouldn't.....would he? Alistor looked to her stomach then looked to her face. She nodded and begun to weep. Alistor threw his head back and stood up, facing Jeramy, his hands turned into fists.
Alistor was in their foster care because they thought that they couldn't have kids. Catherine always got to two months then miscarried, sooner when Jeramy beat her. Though he wanted a kid of his own. Catherine was pregnant. Four months. She was so excited, and asked Alistor to stick around with them so as her baby would have an older brother as good as Alistor. But not now. And it was his fault. He asked her to cover for him while he went to a linkin park concert with his friends.
"You bastard. How could you Jeramy! You know how high the chances were of Catherine carrying the baby full term." Alistor scrubbed his face, and ran his fingers through his short black hair that he had spiked up. Jeramy noticed a thick gold band on Alistors finger and narrowed his eyes on Catherine.
"Bitch....You gave him your fucking fathers ring? That was meant for our kid! For our boy! Not some fucked up brat with fucking creepy eyes." Jeramy turned to Alistor who was obviously fuming.
"Ali. Sweetheart. I need an ambulance. I lost the baby hours about, and I need to see a doctor." Catherine said in a small voice. Alistor softened immediately and did as requested. He spent all his time fussing over Catherine until the ambulance came, but when he tried to go with her, Jeramy grabbed him by the shirt and kept him back. A neighbour went with Catherine who passed out when they took her.
Jeramy slammed the door closed and Alistor looked around, then focused on Jeramy. He was huge, and made of muscle. An x-footballer, with boxing experience and a fancy for throwing his fists about. Alistor got scared. He spoke up to him, and now he was going to pay. Jeramy backed Alistor into a corner and began digging punch after punch into the thin, 16-year-olds body until her folded down, coughing up blood. Jeramy began booting him over and over and over and over, until Alistors body was numb, and he was laying, on the floor having the shit beaten out of him. He was semi conscious as he found himself being rolled up in a white carpet that was stained red with his blood.
Alistor was roughly thrown into the back of Jeramy's truck. He hurt so badly. He couldn't even move, all he could do was remember his own screams of pain as Jeramy lay into him. Eventually the truck stopped, and Alistor was hauled up again, and dropped from a bridge. He hit the icy cold water of a river and began to sink. He was barely conscious and hurt like hell all over, but he struggled and broke free from the carpet. But he couldn't make it to the surface, and watched the darkness around him get darker as his lungs filled with icy cold water.//
"Fuck you Jeramy. Im still hear." Alistor whispered to the air, the looked back out over the lake. He felt sick. The truth is that water terrified him. Ever since he had just turned 16 when his foster father dropped him off a bridge. Thinking he was dead. That was the last family he ever had, and since then, Alistor had been on the missing person's list. He didn't exist. But he wasn't Alistor Smith back then. He was Alistor Ross. His birth name. Ross. He hated that name.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was 9pm, and Rogue had met up with Remy, then took Kate somewhere for the day, where she found Kate able to talk better with Remys help. They returned to the mansion at 8pm.
"Say it p'tite." Remy said, picking up Kate onto his right shoulder. Kate giggled.
"No Remy. It's a bad word." She said with a smile.
"Oui....but not many of dees people know what it means." Remy said knowingly as Kate slid down and found herself held to Remys side.
"But they hear you say it all the time, so no. Besides, Alistor told me I couldn't use bad words anymore unless Im insulting Scott." Remy chuckled.
"Den... Tell Remy what....Angel is in French p'tite."
"Ange." Kate said proudly.
"And Beautiful?"
"Belle." She beamed at him.
"So what's that together fille?"
"Bell ange. Beautiful angel." She said.
"Bien fille. An' dat's what y' are."
"Well well Remy LeBeau. Makein' moves on another girl as soon as mah back is turned are ya? Kate....ahm sorry sugah, but this ones mihn, Y'all will have ta fihnd ya own." Kate chuckled and looked at Rogue.
"Y' can go watch tv now dat y' French lesson is over fill." Remy said, setting Kate down on the floor.
"Merci monsieur." Kate said with a grin, then skipped off to the rec room.
"Dat fille is a good pupil mon cherie." Remy said, wrapping his arms around Rogue, he leaned into her ear. "An' so are you." He whispered with a grin.
"Well ah cayn't say that you're the best teacher swamp rat." Rogue said, holding an unaffected face.
"Chere?!" Remy shouted, pulling away from her. He placed a hand on his chest, his jaw dropping. "Y' been takein' lessons from some other homme?!"
Rogue almost fell down laughing. She knew he was joking, but he just acted so well. "Maybe." She said, attempting to walk away. Remy let out a soft chuckle and pulled her back to him.
"Chere. Y' gonna give dis Cajun a heart attack if y' keep scarin' him like dis.....Now...Can y' boyfriend get a kiss? Y' ain't given Remy one all day..." He pouted, then saw Rogue smile at him. She shook her head, so he leaned in slowly, "Please." Closer. "Please." Closer. "Pretty pretty please?" He was almost at her lips, ginning as he pleaded.
"Gumbo! Not in the halls ok? I don't like seein' you play kissy face with my daughter." Logan shouted as he passed them. Remy didn't move away, then heard the sound of Logan's blades popping out. He pulled away immediately and glared at the Wolverine.
"Monsieur. Y' evil, y'know dat?" Remy said to the older man.
"Yep." Logan took a threatening step closer, his blades extended, and Remy took a dramatic jump back, holding his fingers up like a cross, he hissed a little. Logan and Rogue exchanged a glance, and then both burst out laughing.
"Ya classic Remy. Ya really are." Rogue said, still chuckling as she wiped a tear from her eye. Logan began to walk away still laughing. "Oh, wait! Dad...uuuhm, will ya tell the proff that Ali is doin' some....stuff, and he won't be back t'night."
"Sure thing stripes." Logan said, then pushed through the door, into the kitchen.
Rogue looked at Remy and started laughing again. "What? Y' pare is a very scary homme mon amour."
"Ya such a child Remy LeBeau." Rogue said. Remy put an arm around Rogues waist and pulled her into him.
"Remy loves it when y' say his name p'tite. Say it again?"
"Wha, Remy. Ah do believe y'all need a cold showah."
"Non cherie. Remy needs t' follow y' to y' room." He grinned. Rogue rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Den my room. Whatever...de broom closet for all Remy cares cherie."
"Non." She said, stealing a word that he used allot. Remy smirked again.
"Remy loves it when y' speak French too chere. Say dis...vous fera vous couche avec moi." He grinned.
Rogue gave him a weary look and repeated his words as he mouthed them to her. "Vous fera vous couche avec...moi?" Remy grinned.
"Oui chere. Remy will go t' bet wit y'." He chuckled as Rogue flushed.
"....That ain't fair swamp rat. Y'all tricked me."
"Like y' didn' won' me t' trick y' cherie." Remy tilted his head to the side and smiled. "Remys sorry chere. He will be good......" He kissed her forehead and locked his fingers between hers, then dragged her into the rec room where Kate was eating marshmallows. Not good. She may have the mind of a 15 year old, but the intake of sugar still made her bounce off the walls.
(A/N: Ha ha! Romy....eh eh eh, I had to add that french line in somewhere....My friench teacher told me what that meant when I was 11, and I was just reminded of it today when I was listnin to the song that has it in lol. Ugh, poor Ali huh? Anyway....Ill get to work on the next chappy soon. Promise.)
If anyone ever asked him why he never went into the pool, or took showers instead of baths, or kept a safe distance from lakes when he was with them at parks or whatever, he would tell them that he didn't like getting wet, and showers were a convenience. And when they asked him why he put his foot down hard on the gas when he drove over a bridge, or took a route that was two hours longer, where it didn't have a bridge. He would laugh it off and say he didn't notice.
Alistor took in a deep breath and took a long stride, closer to the edge of the water, although he was still three feet away. He swallowed hard and walked up to the edge, looking down as the rain pelted on the surface of the river, making it uneven and alive. Alistor suddenly felt sick and backed away. 'Why the hell did I come hear?'
He scrubbed a hand over his face and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes he began to breath irregularly, as the memories flooded back, no matter how hard he tried to block them.
//He put the key in the lock. The house was deadly quiet. There was something wrong with it. He took in a deep breath and turned the key, hearing the snap, then creek of the door opening. He looked around the thick darkness, and saw nothing. But he smelled the whiskey in the room....think and sickening. Jeremy was drunk again. His foster father.
"Catherine?" Alistor yelled into the emptiness. There was no answer. "Shit! Catherine?" His foster mother didn't respond. 'Fuck, fuck fuck. This isn't good, it's midnight and Catherine isn't answering. Jeramy is........where the hell is Jeramy....Damn this place stinks...' Alistor thought as he walked into the hall, fumbling for the light switch. He flicked it up and covered his eyes as the yellow light illuminated the area. Then his heart dropped when he saw his foster mother laying motionless on the living room floor, blood stained the walls.
"Oh, you bastard! Catherine....Catherine talk ta me." He said as he scooted down next to her, he winced seeing her face all bruised and cut up. The he heard the cold voice from behind him.
"Where the fuck have you been boy?" Jeramy slurred, pulling the bottle of alcohol to his lips and sucking for dear life. "I said 11! You're an hour late, so the bitch got what was meant for you, you screw up!"
"Damn it Jeremy." Alistor mumbled, too afraid to answer back to Jeramy. He still had bruises from the last time he did that. Catherine, sat up, wrapping her thin arms around her stomach. He didn't? He wouldn't.....would he? Alistor looked to her stomach then looked to her face. She nodded and begun to weep. Alistor threw his head back and stood up, facing Jeramy, his hands turned into fists.
Alistor was in their foster care because they thought that they couldn't have kids. Catherine always got to two months then miscarried, sooner when Jeramy beat her. Though he wanted a kid of his own. Catherine was pregnant. Four months. She was so excited, and asked Alistor to stick around with them so as her baby would have an older brother as good as Alistor. But not now. And it was his fault. He asked her to cover for him while he went to a linkin park concert with his friends.
"You bastard. How could you Jeramy! You know how high the chances were of Catherine carrying the baby full term." Alistor scrubbed his face, and ran his fingers through his short black hair that he had spiked up. Jeramy noticed a thick gold band on Alistors finger and narrowed his eyes on Catherine.
"Bitch....You gave him your fucking fathers ring? That was meant for our kid! For our boy! Not some fucked up brat with fucking creepy eyes." Jeramy turned to Alistor who was obviously fuming.
"Ali. Sweetheart. I need an ambulance. I lost the baby hours about, and I need to see a doctor." Catherine said in a small voice. Alistor softened immediately and did as requested. He spent all his time fussing over Catherine until the ambulance came, but when he tried to go with her, Jeramy grabbed him by the shirt and kept him back. A neighbour went with Catherine who passed out when they took her.
Jeramy slammed the door closed and Alistor looked around, then focused on Jeramy. He was huge, and made of muscle. An x-footballer, with boxing experience and a fancy for throwing his fists about. Alistor got scared. He spoke up to him, and now he was going to pay. Jeramy backed Alistor into a corner and began digging punch after punch into the thin, 16-year-olds body until her folded down, coughing up blood. Jeramy began booting him over and over and over and over, until Alistors body was numb, and he was laying, on the floor having the shit beaten out of him. He was semi conscious as he found himself being rolled up in a white carpet that was stained red with his blood.
Alistor was roughly thrown into the back of Jeramy's truck. He hurt so badly. He couldn't even move, all he could do was remember his own screams of pain as Jeramy lay into him. Eventually the truck stopped, and Alistor was hauled up again, and dropped from a bridge. He hit the icy cold water of a river and began to sink. He was barely conscious and hurt like hell all over, but he struggled and broke free from the carpet. But he couldn't make it to the surface, and watched the darkness around him get darker as his lungs filled with icy cold water.//
"Fuck you Jeramy. Im still hear." Alistor whispered to the air, the looked back out over the lake. He felt sick. The truth is that water terrified him. Ever since he had just turned 16 when his foster father dropped him off a bridge. Thinking he was dead. That was the last family he ever had, and since then, Alistor had been on the missing person's list. He didn't exist. But he wasn't Alistor Smith back then. He was Alistor Ross. His birth name. Ross. He hated that name.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was 9pm, and Rogue had met up with Remy, then took Kate somewhere for the day, where she found Kate able to talk better with Remys help. They returned to the mansion at 8pm.
"Say it p'tite." Remy said, picking up Kate onto his right shoulder. Kate giggled.
"No Remy. It's a bad word." She said with a smile.
"Oui....but not many of dees people know what it means." Remy said knowingly as Kate slid down and found herself held to Remys side.
"But they hear you say it all the time, so no. Besides, Alistor told me I couldn't use bad words anymore unless Im insulting Scott." Remy chuckled.
"Den... Tell Remy what....Angel is in French p'tite."
"Ange." Kate said proudly.
"And Beautiful?"
"Belle." She beamed at him.
"So what's that together fille?"
"Bell ange. Beautiful angel." She said.
"Bien fille. An' dat's what y' are."
"Well well Remy LeBeau. Makein' moves on another girl as soon as mah back is turned are ya? Kate....ahm sorry sugah, but this ones mihn, Y'all will have ta fihnd ya own." Kate chuckled and looked at Rogue.
"Y' can go watch tv now dat y' French lesson is over fill." Remy said, setting Kate down on the floor.
"Merci monsieur." Kate said with a grin, then skipped off to the rec room.
"Dat fille is a good pupil mon cherie." Remy said, wrapping his arms around Rogue, he leaned into her ear. "An' so are you." He whispered with a grin.
"Well ah cayn't say that you're the best teacher swamp rat." Rogue said, holding an unaffected face.
"Chere?!" Remy shouted, pulling away from her. He placed a hand on his chest, his jaw dropping. "Y' been takein' lessons from some other homme?!"
Rogue almost fell down laughing. She knew he was joking, but he just acted so well. "Maybe." She said, attempting to walk away. Remy let out a soft chuckle and pulled her back to him.
"Chere. Y' gonna give dis Cajun a heart attack if y' keep scarin' him like dis.....Now...Can y' boyfriend get a kiss? Y' ain't given Remy one all day..." He pouted, then saw Rogue smile at him. She shook her head, so he leaned in slowly, "Please." Closer. "Please." Closer. "Pretty pretty please?" He was almost at her lips, ginning as he pleaded.
"Gumbo! Not in the halls ok? I don't like seein' you play kissy face with my daughter." Logan shouted as he passed them. Remy didn't move away, then heard the sound of Logan's blades popping out. He pulled away immediately and glared at the Wolverine.
"Monsieur. Y' evil, y'know dat?" Remy said to the older man.
"Yep." Logan took a threatening step closer, his blades extended, and Remy took a dramatic jump back, holding his fingers up like a cross, he hissed a little. Logan and Rogue exchanged a glance, and then both burst out laughing.
"Ya classic Remy. Ya really are." Rogue said, still chuckling as she wiped a tear from her eye. Logan began to walk away still laughing. "Oh, wait! Dad...uuuhm, will ya tell the proff that Ali is doin' some....stuff, and he won't be back t'night."
"Sure thing stripes." Logan said, then pushed through the door, into the kitchen.
Rogue looked at Remy and started laughing again. "What? Y' pare is a very scary homme mon amour."
"Ya such a child Remy LeBeau." Rogue said. Remy put an arm around Rogues waist and pulled her into him.
"Remy loves it when y' say his name p'tite. Say it again?"
"Wha, Remy. Ah do believe y'all need a cold showah."
"Non cherie. Remy needs t' follow y' to y' room." He grinned. Rogue rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Den my room. Whatever...de broom closet for all Remy cares cherie."
"Non." She said, stealing a word that he used allot. Remy smirked again.
"Remy loves it when y' speak French too chere. Say dis...vous fera vous couche avec moi." He grinned.
Rogue gave him a weary look and repeated his words as he mouthed them to her. "Vous fera vous couche avec...moi?" Remy grinned.
"Oui chere. Remy will go t' bet wit y'." He chuckled as Rogue flushed.
"....That ain't fair swamp rat. Y'all tricked me."
"Like y' didn' won' me t' trick y' cherie." Remy tilted his head to the side and smiled. "Remys sorry chere. He will be good......" He kissed her forehead and locked his fingers between hers, then dragged her into the rec room where Kate was eating marshmallows. Not good. She may have the mind of a 15 year old, but the intake of sugar still made her bounce off the walls.
(A/N: Ha ha! Romy....eh eh eh, I had to add that french line in somewhere....My friench teacher told me what that meant when I was 11, and I was just reminded of it today when I was listnin to the song that has it in lol. Ugh, poor Ali huh? Anyway....Ill get to work on the next chappy soon. Promise.)