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And I've had ideas for Story 5 and 6. I can't believe it, they sound so dark and evil o.o; So there's gonna be more from me! I hope you're happy. O.o

Chapter 12

Siren remained in silence at the touch of the weapon, and her eyes fixed as a glare on the figure opposite. She growled softly under her breath, hands fidgeting gently to rip off her gloves. With her bare hands the palms threw up behind her to clasp against the cheeks of the person behind. An agonized scream and a scent of burning flesh made her knew she had succeeded. With the chain collapsing free, Siren turned and made a run for it, back up the alley she had walked down. She heard the shouts behind her from the pair and footsteps followed after her. She spun around corners and into darker and denser alleys. She had no idea where she was going, but she knew she didn't want to waste time getting into fights. She needed her energy to get her revenge. Her revenge? She didn't realise her heart had decided. But yes.. Revenge.

Still she ran, boots slamming across the broken flooring and through the dirty puddles. She glanced behind her, seeing the pair still running after her. She gasped softly, her head spinning back to look ahead of her. When suddenly a large dustbin rolled out rapidly into her path and she cried out as she tripped over the metal and collapsed to the tarmac. Her cheek smacked against the rough flooring heavily and her eyes went out of focus for a few seconds. She stared around puzzled at the blurred movement before she saw a different figure step out of the shadows, "You is on de wrong territory." Came a sultry female voice. Boots came out of where the bin was once stood, and a pistol was held down upon Siren, "Dis is not your area."

Siren scrambled to a sitting position, glaring at the woman.

"Don't worry if ya lost, chere, Arielle see you never come here again." The pistol clicked gently.

Suddenly, the two from before caught up with her and a voice cried out from the one she had yet to hear, "Ye get away from her!"

The woman named Arielle spun towards the newcomers, "It's you again! Tu stupid Peeshwank!"

"We found her first, chere.. it be best if dat gun goes and ye back off."

"Oh? So she's not one o' yours? So ya want her so you can 'ave the goods? Non crotte!" Cried Arielle, "You were banished from de guild, tu got no right to talk to Arielle like an equal."

Siren stared at the argument developing and quickly began to shuffle out of reach of the pistol. She had no real idea who these people were, but she just wanted to get away from them and find the person she had come here for.

"Arielle, chere.. we always got along.. jus' trust me on this beb.. eh?" The man with the staff said, "Come on.."

Siren watched cautiously as the pistol was lowered, and the woman flashed her a steely glare, "Very well.. an' don't call me beb, crotte." She finished with a snarl before turning away and disappeared swiftly into the shadows. Siren quickly got to her feet, now staring at the two men from before. Her hands seeked for her pistols and she dragged them free and pointed them at the pair.

"Now chere, dat is not a nice thing ta do to the guy who saved ya life, now is it?"

Siren's eyes narrowed and she held the pistols firmly upon them, "And who is the guy who saved ma vie?"

"My name is Remy Le'Beau, mon chere.. and dis here is Armande Rouine."

Siren stillened gently, her pistol lowering, "Remy? Armande?" She repeated softly, accent still there. She stepped forward, regardless of how threatened she had been before, "Remy?" She whispered, eyes falling over him as she took in his appearance. Her eyes travelled upwards over his form, the worn faded jeans, and the black jumper beneath before a flowing and worn looking brown trench coat shrouded this. As her emerald eyes met his face a gasp was caught in her throat at his eyes. There was no love or compassion in them. Nothing, there were just harrowing.. a black and red glare.

Eyes that would suit the Devil.

Armande stepped forward and took hold of her by the arm, "No use getting' friendly beb.. we might not kill you.. but you'll be 'andin' over ya goods."

Siren tore her eyes from Remy's slowly and to Armande. Siren then actually smiled and glanced upwards to the fair haired man who took hold of her clothed arm, "Wouldn't try that Armande.. you cannot touch Adrienne no more."

"Adrienne?" Muttered Armande, turning to stare at Remy, "No.." He then glared at Siren, "Prove it!" He hissed.

"No need Armande.." Said Siren softly, moving out of Armande's loosened grip and stepping towards Remy, "Remy knows."

Remy stared at her, "Remy thought ya wer' killed.."

"Siren almost was killed after the Guild found out about you! They say she was bad blood!"

"Siren? Why Siren?" Then spluttered Remy.

"Why Gambit?" She repeated softly.

"You changed too?" Cried Armande, "But Adrienne!"

"They say stress triggers the gene.. Siren had no bigger stress than her last remaining family leaving her in the arms of the brutes of the Guild."

"Adrienne.. they kicked Remy out.. they hated mutants."

"But Remy never came back for Adrienne! He left her alone with them! With no one to care for her!"

"Adrienne, you never needed Remy!" He replied with heat in his tone.

"Always! Always she has needed you!" She replied, "But you left her!" The anger was growing in her also.

His voice escalated to a shout, "You hated mutants! You hated your own brother!"

"Adrienne did not understand.. she was young and naïve." Came the cry.

"You betrayed me!"

"And you betrayed me!!" Screamed Siren, now brandishing her pistols at him, "For six years Siren had to scrape survival in Paris!"

"Adrienne, you cannot blame Remy for dat!"

"For five years Siren returned to where my mother once lived and found no sanctuary. Then she tried London in order to gain some sort of life!"

"You have changed, chere, Remy no like this."

"Remy changed her.. Remy ruined her life!" Screamed Siren, the pistols still being held at Remy. Tears had begun to spill from her eyes, breaking free from the solid wall she had built up those past six years, "I hate you Remy." She whispered as the tears dropped from her kohl-lined lids and hissed softly as the contact her burning skin.

"What ya going to do, chere? Shoot Remy? Kill him?" Replied Remy, chuckling softly at the woman. However, his laughter faded as he stared at her, the coldness in her eyes had not flinched as he made fun out of the situation, "You really want to kill Remy? Your own brother?"

"You are no brother." Hissed Siren, the pistols clicking.

"Remy must defend himself chere.. Remy apologizes in advance." He replied under his breath, lifting a card gently from his sleeve.

In the Briefing Room the X-Men continued to discuss the upcoming mission. All eyes were fixedly on Charles and they listened attentively. Charles spoke clearly and with confidence, but the fear in his eyes was still apparent from the earlier happenings, "Siren is in New Orleans. I fear she has gone down there to find her brother."

"Why has she gone to find her brother?" Asked Storm softly.

"Happenings in the past." Explained Charles, not going into detail.

"But.. she wouldn't go down there to kill him.. would she?" Muttered Aurora, her eyes glancing around the group gently.

"She would try.. she has got a feisty temper." Michael quietly explained.

"We need to hurry. It will take at least an hour to get down to New Orleans in the Blackbird." Said Charles gently, "I want one another to stay behind with Logan and I."

"I'll stay." Then opted Aurora, "At least Logan and I can sniff out any intruders."

"Will you three be alright?" Asked Charles, looking to Scott, Storm, and Michael.

"Yes Professor." Said Scott softly, "We can do this."

"I don't want any deaths, not of Adrienne's brother or anyone." Charles then stated firmly, "Don't let her kill him. Anger does terrible things to the mind. She will duly regret it." He then added, "I know that indeed, she does love him. But it's being blinded by her thirst for revenge." A silent pause was made, before Charles lifted his head to Scott, "Good luck."

The X-Men lifted from their seats and all turned to quietly exit the Briefing Room, some heading to the Blackbird and some back to the mansion.

But as Logan walked, he frowned a moment, abruptly realising, "Where's Roxanne?" Suddenly asked Logan as he walked with the others, "Is she alright?"

Storm nodded as she passed him, "She is asleep in her room. I checked in on her. The happenings didn't disturb her and I had no right to do so.. Michael relocked the door from the outside for her so she was safe."

Logan nodded softly then he paused, the remaining X-Men went past him before Aurora turned to him, "Come on Logan.."

"No.. I need to go and change the bandages on this.."

"Oh, I'll do it for you."

"No." Replied Logan suddenly, "No.." He began in a softer tone, "I'll do it.. you go wait upstairs with Charles.. check on Roxanne.."

"If you're sure.." Muttered Aurora softly, watching him before she turned to enter the lift. As the doors shut Logan turned his head to the double doors to where the Blackbird was. He gave a small smirk and hurriedly slipped through the automatic doors and up the steps of the Blackbird whilst the other were to one side changing into uniform.

However, he didn't catch the soft mutterings from Scott at the other side of the room as he slipped on his boots. Not even the word 'Roxanne' or 'suspicious' were caught. He was too quickly inside the jet, slipping into the back to sit on one of the small benches out of sight.

The Wolverine wasn't one to miss out on an adventure.

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