Disclaimer: Don't own a thing! It's all Stan Lee and his marvellous writers and Artists. Sorry for the slow update.
Several Seconds Later
Letting go of my mother I returned to my attention to the wheel of the car. I quickly started the engine on and turned the car around. I caught a glimpse of my mother who looked positively scared out of her wits.
"Alex! What do you mean? What does it matter what he said?" she asked.
"Because he's not dead!" I said almost laughing."
"What?"
"Ah cant believe ah didn't see it before. He kept saying. The last time we met he kept saying 'de only way ah'm gonna get outta here is if ah die here.' And he was right."
"Alex." Said my wife in her commanding tone, "Slow down. And start making sense."
"Look. Ma papa knew that ah was never gonna be able t'a get him out. But papa, he never liked being tied up. So he realises that people jus need t'a think that he's dead. When really he's throwin back French champagne in France."
"Of course." said Rachel, "but how did he do it? How did he die, without actually dying?"
"Papa's gotta load o'friends in prison. Friends with a couple of the guards too, good thing t'a have, 'specially if yer planning on escaping'. Plus, papa had outside help."
"Alex, yer getting ahead of yerself, start from the beginning."
"Right mama. Here's how ah think it went. Just before papa is locked up fer the night, he begins t'a complain bout being ill. Ya know, lays it on real thick, coughing, spluttering. So with a quite 100 dollar bill and a later instalment to the guard, said-guard takes Papa t'a the hospital. Lo' an behold the doctor aint coming in till tomorrow. Bout the same time a delivery is gonna be made. So Papa is in a 'Real bad shape' now so the guard jus leaves him there, ya know, not wantin' t'a catch anyt'in. Locks the door behind him, then leaves. And from there, it's all an easy ride….."
Earlier this morning……about 6:00
"…Why wasn't I called?" asked the doctor as the guard began to open the door.
"Didn't think you would want to be disturbed. It's only a prisoner anyway." said the guard fumbling with the keys.
The woman beside him carefully noted her surroundings. Cameras to the left and to the right. Her and the guard would have to continue their play acting for a little longer. Not good. Considering she was already sweating. Of course, she wanted to help LeBeau, after Alexandra's comments about him and of her own meetings with the man, she really wanted to help him. But man was she wishing she was somewhere else.
The guard held the door open for her.
"There you go mam'." said the guard grinning at her.
And that's when she saw him, lying on the hospital bed, looking extremely pale. He looked very convincing. He was extremely pale and it didn't look like he was breathing at all. Maybe he wasn't breathing. Maybe he was dead. Quickening her pace she was at the bed in no time. Panicking she checked his pulse and noted it was still there. How odd. He looked extremely dead.
His eyes flashed open, he sat up and said, "Bonjour mademoiselle Cooper."
"You're supposed to be dead Mr LeBeau." she said smiling.
"Wit a beautiful woman like yo' in de room, how could any man stay dead." he said grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Now Mr LeBeau. Less of the charm and more of the being dead. Peter will be here any minute now."
"Where did Charlie go?" he asked searching for the guard.
"Oh he's away to get the Warden so we can get you sealed up tight in a nice black bag and taken away immediately. Now. Let's get this chip out the back of the neck."
He rolled onto his stomach saying, "Go easy wit me Mademoiselle." And for that remark she didn't. "OW!!"
"Well that's that done. Now turn back round and look dead." She said concentrating on hiding the chip securely in her bag.
He turned over again and that's when she saw his eyes. Red and Black. Amazing, "Somet'ing wrong mademoiselle?"
"no. Just, um, jut act dead."
"Oui mam'."
The door burst open and in walked the warden and Charlie the guard. "Whats this Miss Cooper? What appears to be the problem?" asked the warden severely.
"Well, he's dead."
"Dead?"
"Dead."
"How?"
"Heart Attack."
"Heart Attack?"
"Yes, Heart Attack."
"Does he have a history of Heart problems?"
"Yes."
"Right well let's get him sealed up and out of here as soon as possible."
"The next delivery is at seven sir."
"Thank you, Get him on that shipping then."
"yes sir." The doctor was about to sigh with relief when the warden turned round to face her. "He was here awhile miss Cooper. Never caused any trouble. In fact, he stopped a lot of trouble. Make sure he gets a decent burial." With that the Warden left.
"Never knew I was dat popular." said the supposed dead LeBeau.
"Oh, shut up and get in the bag."
"…so then Papa gets out. End of story." They looked shocked, and also like they didn't believe me, but I was going to prove to them that he is alive.
"Ok, Alex. So what happens next? Where does he go? He's dead, where can he go?" asked my mother.
"He'll need t'a get outta the country. But first. He needs somewhere to stay, somewhere t'a get cleaned up. And um. Yeah. Ah think that's its."
"So where would he go?" she asked again.
"They only place he really can go……….. Peter's."
I know it's short, but it was the best I could come up with.