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that are a little slow and need to read something 20 times to have it
committed to memory I don't own X-men Marvel does, now read the story.
: Important Info: Hey I can't remember if I told you before or not but this is a last reminder. I changed a small part in chapter 3 part 2. I just made Remy talk in the first person to make this chapter work out. Nothing to go back and reread okay. Enjoy the chapter. :
Drifters
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Chapter 18: Dream or Memory
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The air was dry and the sky was clear for the night. The stars shone brightly tonight, the moon hanging high in the sky lighting up the night sky. The vast empty plains were all but quiet though. As a dark figure tore threw the night in a blinding speed. He wouldn't stop for anything he had worked and planned to long and hard for this. At the moment for once in his life stealth was not his main concern. It was actually the farthest thing from his mind at the moment.
He ran.
As fast as his stiff legs could carry him, there was no stopping him. He had just broken out of Area 51 and there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell he was going back there. He was afraid for the first time in his life. He didn't want to go back, a man had given his life to help him get out and for him he was going to get out and live his life and find some way to repay him. But at the moment he couldn't dwell on that. He had to keep breathing. Had to keep running.
He could hear them, not to far behind now. They had let the dogs lose on him, great just his luck. His head was pounding his heart couldn't take much more of this. His muscles protested and screamed out in pain and agony with every stride he took. But he ignored it; he would keep going he wasn't going to stop no way. He had been locked up and experimented on for almost two years now and this was the first time in God knows how long he had actually ran outside. Actually inhaled the fresh air instead of breathing in that foul scented cell of his. The murky walls and blood stained floors and screams of a mutant that they had finally broken. Some of them just up and lose it sometimes just all of a sudden.no he wasn't going think about that right now. He had to focus on escaping right now. Then and only then when he was safe would he consider dwelling on the subject.
His face was coated with a thin layer of perspiration as his black sweats and white t-shirt clanged to his sticky skin. God when was the last time he had taken a shower? He thought as he nudged his bearded chin against his shoulder as he started slowing down. Don't stop he coached himself on as he slowly began to pick up speed again. But he began to lag a bit the only thing that kept him going was the image of those that loved and cared about. How much he wanted to see them again. There images were what kept him going. He didn't have many friends and no one ever really hung out with him because of his eyes other then his family. But his family members were his friends too but on a different level. A quick flash of a little girl in pigtails with white streaks in her hair came into his mind. As he remembered the little girl from the racetrack dam when did that happen. Four years ago that happened maybe three no four he couldn't think straight at the moment do to the lack of oxygen he was receiving. What made him think of that little girl she had to be what 13 maybe 14 now. She didn't freak out and scream like most did when he showed them his eyes. Maybe that was why he thought about that little girl. Maybe if more people were like her and his family then he wouldn't have gone threw hell the last two years of his life.
His moist hair fell over his face hiding his red on black eyes making it more difficult to see. He used his right had to push the long strands of hair out of his face. His hair was longer then his beard, well to his mid back. The least they could of done was cut it for him, sure he liked his hair long but it was way to long for his liking.
Taking a deep breath he looked over his shoulder. He didn't see them; no they were to far away. How far had he ran already? Even with his night vision he still couldn't really make out any people. But he heard them. They sounded angry with their loud yells and the barking dogs kept getting closer. He looked ahead of himself and almost halted to a stop when he saw something ahead in the distance. He knew it wasn't a town, the nearest town was God knows how many miles a way and there was no way he had ran far enough. Though he prayed and God knows he had prayed a lot over the last two years. He was never really a religious man but after being locked up for two year a man will do anything to get out. So after being locked up for a month he started praying every night. Saying he would go to church every Sunday if he could just escape this hellhole. And if he did make it he was going to keep his promise.
He heard the idiot soldiers closing in and the loud howling of the viscous guard dogs. Not wanting to get caught he took off running even harder. His chest heaving up and down as he forced and willed himself to run harder. His mouth was hanging open his throat was dry he could find any spit in his mouth as rubbed his tounge over the roof of his mouth only to have it dry a spilt second later. He gulped as he felt a sharp pain grow in his side. He wasn't going to last much longer. He now heard gun shots go off behind him and ducked his head, praying he would make it. Just a little further he thought.
He wanted to see his family again at the Bayou. Wanted to hear his Tante Mattie scold him for sneaking a taste of her famous cooking before it was done. Wanted to see his father sitting in his old recliner chair smoking one of his Cuban cigars. He would give anything just to have his brother Henri put him in another headlock cause he made a friendly more like joking pass at his girlfriend Mercy. To be able to apologize to Belladonna for leaving without saying good-bye. To be able to whop Theo, Lapin, Emil and Etienne butts in poker one more time cause none of them had the slightest clue how to keep a poker face.
It was too quiet. A number one reason as to why he stopped, against his better judgment. But the other reason was because he came across two rather large metallic orb like objects. What the hell were these things? He thought to himself as he slowly walked up to them panting heavily. He peered inside and saw it was hollow. Strange he thought. There was no way he could run again he must have just sprinted almost ten miles he thought as he brought his hands down on his knees bending over slightly trying to catch his breath. He was sure the sound of his heart beating could be heard for miles and it felt like it was ready to push threw his rib cage and out onto the floor. A sharp piercing pain shot threw his side he stood up now and pressed firmly into his side to try and block the pain. His throat hurt like hell not the inside because it was so dry but the outside. He could feel the collar as his skin rubbed against it. The stupid thing he wouldn't get to far with it. His powers were completely gone and he missed them he hadn't used them in over a year. One time they used him to experiment against some giant robot but that was it.
He stepped back taking a deep breath and prepared to start running again but the sound of footsteps on the ground stopped him. Merde. He thought. It was faint and distant but it was still there. Remy whirled around in flash to try and spot who was coming and.
Nothing.
No one was there. Maybe he was just reliving a memory a bad memory. He had been hearing footsteps on cold metal floors for so long it was embedded into his mind. He let out a small sigh and turned around to look once more at the two metal orbs and they were gone. What the hell was happening? Remy thought. He was in there to long he began to think. Being held prisoner and experimented on did things to you and maybe he was starting to hear and see things. No. He was always strong willed and tried to keep a cool head but maybe..
" Remy Lebeau." Remy turned around again at the sound of his name it was almost like a whisper in the wind. He saw nothing he let out a sigh of relief. Okay now he was starting to hear things. Calm down Remy. He told him self. Just to make himself feel better turned around again but his jaw dropped at the sight before him.
There before him was a tall and powerful looking man with pale yellow eyes looking right at Remy. He froze like a deer caught in a headlight. With his eyes he could see a strange looking mask hiding his facial features and a long cape slightly moving in the night winds. It was then that Remy noticed that the man was floating above the ground more like hovering. Remy was panting lightly as he stared at the man. He was well built from what Remy could see, broad shoulders and well toned arms, as the pale moonlight cascaded down onto this hovering stranger before him. Of course this was just him. He always sized up an appoint before he fought them or if he was considering fighting them. With this strange man Remy didn't want to take any chances on whether they were friend or foe.
" Mr. Lebeau." The dark figure spoke coldly with understanding as he slowly approached Remy. Unconsciously Remy took a step back away from him. It wasn't like him to back down form a fight he just wasn't too sure he could fight and win in his condition. He was far to weak give him a month of eating something other then scraps and going back to his normal training routine then he could win, that and removing the dam collar on his neck. No doubt they could track him using it.
" Oui?" Remy answered, he looked over his shoulder. What had happened to the guards chasing him? He needed to escape what if they had brainwashed one of the mutants they captured and had him become this killing machine and sent him to hunt him down what if this masked man was sent to kill him? Then he was in deep shit if that happened. Oh he was dead no matter what. He didn't hear the dogs any more so what happened?
" They are gone. For the moment. I have a proposition for you Mr. Lebeau." The dark figure said in a hushed yet still powerful tone as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. Remy gulped.
" Who are y'?" Remy asked standing tall a little well a lot shorter then the man before him but he stood tall none the less. Remy tilted his head to try and get a better look at this mystery man before him but all he saw a giant shadow on his face. Just perfect Remy thought as he stared intently at this man wondering how he knew his name. It was also weird to here his name formally no less. The only time he ever heard it, it meant only bad things. Maybe it did now?
" I am known as Magneto."
" An' what do y' want?" Remy asked a little shaken up his breathing was getting closer to normal now.
" There is a war coming Mr. Lebeau and I want you to help me ensure that our kind wins." The man now known as Magneto stated patiently yet forcefully and the more this man seemed to care the stronger this unseen for around him grew. Remy could feel it coming off of him. Sure one to get straight to the point Remy mused as he pondered the thought. A war is coming.
" Our kind?" Remy asked he wasn't to sure what he meant by that he had a pretty good idea but wanted to be sure. There was no doubt in his mind that this man before him was mutant but he wanted to be sure.
" Yes. Mutants. Humans have no place here. The only way to ensure our survival is to stand up and fight them blow for blow. They hit us we hit back harder." Again that unseen force grew as the mans cape flew up to his mid back. Remy gulped the last thing he wanted was to get this man mad he could tell already.
" And if Remy refuses?" He asked referring to himself in the third person. After about a month of being locked up he had started referring to himself in the third person. No one ever called him by his name it was always a name they knew would stick a cord. Or they would call him 45. Most of the time when no one was around the low level guards would call him Mutie, Demon Boy, The devil, any thing they knew would get a rise out of him. They loved calling him Demon Boy the most though. He couldn't stand it. It was always a small constant reminder of how his life got to this point. But the superiors of the place would always call him 45. That meant 44 other people were there before him and God knew how many others came after him. He started referring to himself in the third person because he didn't want to forget his name. He had seen mutants in there that had to think long and hard about what there name was and he didn't want to let himself get to that. So he stared saying it whenever he could.
" If you refuse then there is a greater chance that more and more mutants will go threw the same hardships that you have been threw." Magneto answered truthfully, he spoke as if he was looking back and reflecting on things from his own past.
Remy didn't even need time to think about it. There was no way he was willing to let what happened to him happen to anyone else if he had a chance to stop it. " Alright. Remy'll do it."
" You do realize that you will be under my authority. You will do as I order without question?" Magneto asked it sounded as if he was giving Remy on last chance to back down. Remy thought about for a second.
" What would Remy have t' do?" He asked. Again for his own peace of mind Remy looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't surrounded by guards and this wasn't some big trap with fifty guns aimed at his head.
" Help me fight this war. You will aid me in." He paused for a moment to think of the right word. " Acquiring certain things." He finished. Remy smirked.
" Y' mean stealin'?" He asked he had no problem with it. Being a thief had been his life before he ended up here.
" In a matter of speaking yes." Magneto answered nodding.
" Den y' got yer man. Remy may be a lil rusty but he'll do it." Remy answered smirking. This was going to be easier then he thought. But it still didn't make any sense how him stealing things was going to help him win this war but for now he would go along with it.
" Excellent." He said as his eyes glowed yellow and Remy felt the collar on his neck break apart instantly. Remy brought his hands up to his neck and rubbed his wrinkled sweaty skin that had yet to see the light in years. No doubt he had a small ring there maybe a scar or two. He felt the dull numbness leave his body as he felt his powers returning. He opened up his empathy grateful to have it back. He could feel things again it was a great feeling. He used to hate his empathy but after going so long with out it he was glad to have it back. To make sure his ability to charge things was still with him he charged a small rock on the coarse ground and uncharged it. He laughed he was like a kid at Christmas. Just enjoying the moment.
Remy looked up to the sky and saw the two metal orbs from before float down before him and Magneto. It weirded him out a bit but he didn't show it. He followed Magneto's lead and got into one of the orbs before him.
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She let out a small almost soundless gasp as her eyes shot open. Had it all been a dream was her first thought. A weird dream but it felt more like a memory then anything else but she didn't feel like she was there. She did but she didn't. She felt like she was this Remy character but a part of her knew she wasn't him. It was someone else but she could feel him. His pain, his confusion, his joy, his fear. She knew everything yet felt it wasn't her but someone very close to her yet she was and wasn't sure who it was exactly. Now that she thought about it she had this throbbing pain in her shoulder and her side. Ow what the hell was it she thought. And with out even really moving she let her eyes scan the room she was in.
The room was a bright very clean and white, which made it look bigger then it really was. It had a nice feeling to it even though she knew she had never been there before. It looked kind of like a hospital room but a little more cozy. She then became aware of a few more things in the room, one being a steady constant beeping sound from behind and above her head. A small but still noticeable sound of a dripping liquid, she looked to her left and saw an IV stand along a nearly empty blood bag dangling above her head. She barely moved her left arm and felt the IV needle in her skin. Her body ached and she felt like she had the flu. Her body was rejecting something in her system. She let out a small groan and tried to recall what had happened.
But she couldn't remember.
She couldn't even remember having the flu so how could she know what it felt like. Her head was a complete blank it was as if nothing was there. Her common knowledge was there. She knew what everything in the room was but her name, age and birth, place was completely lost to her. Oh God this was not good for her headache she thought as she tried desperately to remember something any little thing about her past. It seemed as if her head was this vast empty plain. The only personal thing she could remember were she knew she was there was somewhere dark and secluded. She was with some man but she couldn't figure out who he was. She could see herself.. dam it was gone. She couldn't remember.
She became close to tears as she franticly searched her mind for a memory of any kind. Her favorite band a friend a little tid bit from the day before. But all she saw was the man from her dream. What was his name? Dam she couldn't remember that either and the dream or rather memory was slowly fading away. With out thinking she began to raise her right arm and cried out in pain. " Ahh. Merde. What the fuck?" She cursed as she brought her left arm to cover her right shoulder. It was bandaged and bleeding. She could see the blood on her left hand already. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the blood. How the hell did this happen she thought as she stared intently at the blood. She then closed her eyes and tried to think desperate for any link to her past.
Suddenly the door to her left burst open and a tired looking man with messed up hair and wrinkled clothing barged threw the door. He was dressed in a baggie white t-shirt and a pair of torn up jeans that looked a little to big for him and no shoes of any kind. But what stunned her the most were his eyes. They were red on black. " Chere?" He called out looking right at her. She felt her breath get caught in her throat. It was the man from her dream. He was real it wasn't a dream it was a memory but was it his? And who was this chere person? Was it her? Or was it some else and why did her head start ringing all of a sudden why did she feel like there were more things if that was the best word for them in her head. And something much stronger there as well all waiting dormant inside her head.
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Authors Note: Okay I was inspired to write this chapter. I figured you guys would want some more info about Remy's past. I had a different scenario going for this but oh well. This story is writing itself now and I am just along for the ride. You guys may not like this but oh well. This is all very temporary she will regain her memories and powers in a few days or chapters. And I figured out a way for Remy to get the medicine for Toad. Oh yeah. Go me.
As for Jean. I know I put her in the same boat as Rouge but Jean is the one that gets hurt when she touches people. The ones she touches are unaffected so it's just her. Unlike with Rogue her victims come out in a coma for a while. The reason as to why I made Jean like this will come back towards the end somewhere okay.
Oh right if you are new to this fic then ignore this chapter but I changed a small part to the last chapter. Nothing to go back and read but I made the dry waste land in chapter 17 a more of a marsh wetland type thing.
I was debative in the beginning when I wrote chapter 3 part 2 about whether or not I wanted Remy to talk in the third person. Originally I had him talk in the first person but changed it at the last minute. I should have gone with my gut. I redid it if you didn't read the memo up top. I found a good reason as to why he talks in the third person so go me.
I thought about showing you guys a bit more about Remy's past so Remy being the last person she absorbed I figured his physic would stay with her a little bit better then the others. I am going to use Cool-Chick-Rae scenario and Lucky439 for how this whole memory lose thing works no fence to any one else just giving credit where credit it is do. Okay. Pulse it works for what I want to have happen here. Her physics have kind of quieted down and will slowly inform her of who she is. I think I'm going to have her be nice to her physics I'm not totally sure. Now that I think about it I haven't really talked about them. When Rogue gets her memories back I'll fill you in.
So it will either be next chapter or the one after that the Romyness will really come into play here okay. So please be patient. I know you have all waited 18 chapter but can you wait one or two more?
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Hey sorry if I missed any one.
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Girl Number 1: Okay in answer to your first question I never liked the whole Scott and Jean thing. I am all for the whole opposites attracting thing. Those relationships work the best if you ask me. So I had to have them not together cause I just don't like them together. I find it ridiculous. I like Jean actually, please don't kill me. I think she is a strong willed character that people hate for no real apparent reason. I just feel that there needs to be a tad more darkness and angst to her life so I added in this little tid bit. Pulse I feel that Max will bring out her wilder side we all have them and no one has ever read how I portray Jean so you may be surprised or you may just hate me for it. And hey if I lose readers because of it so be it. Oh yeah I'm rambling now and in answer to your question about me writing a what did you call it a Romax. I'll write one for you. But don't expect one any time soon. I want to develop the character more in " Drifters" first. Okay. Don't hate me because I'm not a Jean hatter. PLEASE.
Yumiko: Hey 5 days to update. Faster then last time you gotta give me that. Hope you liked the chapter.
Draco MalfoyGirl 16: Hey thank you for the info about Louisiana I changed it to a more marsh, semi wetland type thing. There are no wastelands in Louisiana you were right and thank you for the web sites. I do plan to have another more longer chapter with John Piotr and Creed. Hope you liked the chapter.
Cool-Chick-Rae: Hey thank you for your review a while back. And I put Jean in Rogue's shoes for upcoming things coming more towards the end of this story. Hope you liked it and please finish "Childhood Memories."
Panther Nesmith: Yes it is an epidemic. Girls are meant to be seen not touched. Lol. Well I hope you liked the chapter.
Lonewolf: I'm glad that you like Embers I like him too but I was afraid that my readers wouldn't like him cause most times authors don't develop the original characters enough but I think I've done a pretty good job so far. Hope you liked the chapter.
Rogue Lebeau: Okay the Romyness will be coming soon. Next chapter or definitely the one after that if nothing in chapter 19. It just figures. I take forever to have them meet then I take forever to have them really talk to each other.
Ishandahalf: Alright glad your happy. If your happy then I'm happy, I love reading the reviews that you write they are fun to read. And when you review my fic I know I've written something good. The Romyness will becoming soon. I promise.
Rogue Worrior Spirit: Hey is Electra part of the original comic book series? If she is please tell me. I know Jean is kind of a copycat to Rogue but oh well it's my fic and it will all work out in the end. Hope you liked the chapter.
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Take Care, Rogue Star
: Important Info: Hey I can't remember if I told you before or not but this is a last reminder. I changed a small part in chapter 3 part 2. I just made Remy talk in the first person to make this chapter work out. Nothing to go back and reread okay. Enjoy the chapter. :
Drifters
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Chapter 18: Dream or Memory
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The air was dry and the sky was clear for the night. The stars shone brightly tonight, the moon hanging high in the sky lighting up the night sky. The vast empty plains were all but quiet though. As a dark figure tore threw the night in a blinding speed. He wouldn't stop for anything he had worked and planned to long and hard for this. At the moment for once in his life stealth was not his main concern. It was actually the farthest thing from his mind at the moment.
He ran.
As fast as his stiff legs could carry him, there was no stopping him. He had just broken out of Area 51 and there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell he was going back there. He was afraid for the first time in his life. He didn't want to go back, a man had given his life to help him get out and for him he was going to get out and live his life and find some way to repay him. But at the moment he couldn't dwell on that. He had to keep breathing. Had to keep running.
He could hear them, not to far behind now. They had let the dogs lose on him, great just his luck. His head was pounding his heart couldn't take much more of this. His muscles protested and screamed out in pain and agony with every stride he took. But he ignored it; he would keep going he wasn't going to stop no way. He had been locked up and experimented on for almost two years now and this was the first time in God knows how long he had actually ran outside. Actually inhaled the fresh air instead of breathing in that foul scented cell of his. The murky walls and blood stained floors and screams of a mutant that they had finally broken. Some of them just up and lose it sometimes just all of a sudden.no he wasn't going think about that right now. He had to focus on escaping right now. Then and only then when he was safe would he consider dwelling on the subject.
His face was coated with a thin layer of perspiration as his black sweats and white t-shirt clanged to his sticky skin. God when was the last time he had taken a shower? He thought as he nudged his bearded chin against his shoulder as he started slowing down. Don't stop he coached himself on as he slowly began to pick up speed again. But he began to lag a bit the only thing that kept him going was the image of those that loved and cared about. How much he wanted to see them again. There images were what kept him going. He didn't have many friends and no one ever really hung out with him because of his eyes other then his family. But his family members were his friends too but on a different level. A quick flash of a little girl in pigtails with white streaks in her hair came into his mind. As he remembered the little girl from the racetrack dam when did that happen. Four years ago that happened maybe three no four he couldn't think straight at the moment do to the lack of oxygen he was receiving. What made him think of that little girl she had to be what 13 maybe 14 now. She didn't freak out and scream like most did when he showed them his eyes. Maybe that was why he thought about that little girl. Maybe if more people were like her and his family then he wouldn't have gone threw hell the last two years of his life.
His moist hair fell over his face hiding his red on black eyes making it more difficult to see. He used his right had to push the long strands of hair out of his face. His hair was longer then his beard, well to his mid back. The least they could of done was cut it for him, sure he liked his hair long but it was way to long for his liking.
Taking a deep breath he looked over his shoulder. He didn't see them; no they were to far away. How far had he ran already? Even with his night vision he still couldn't really make out any people. But he heard them. They sounded angry with their loud yells and the barking dogs kept getting closer. He looked ahead of himself and almost halted to a stop when he saw something ahead in the distance. He knew it wasn't a town, the nearest town was God knows how many miles a way and there was no way he had ran far enough. Though he prayed and God knows he had prayed a lot over the last two years. He was never really a religious man but after being locked up for two year a man will do anything to get out. So after being locked up for a month he started praying every night. Saying he would go to church every Sunday if he could just escape this hellhole. And if he did make it he was going to keep his promise.
He heard the idiot soldiers closing in and the loud howling of the viscous guard dogs. Not wanting to get caught he took off running even harder. His chest heaving up and down as he forced and willed himself to run harder. His mouth was hanging open his throat was dry he could find any spit in his mouth as rubbed his tounge over the roof of his mouth only to have it dry a spilt second later. He gulped as he felt a sharp pain grow in his side. He wasn't going to last much longer. He now heard gun shots go off behind him and ducked his head, praying he would make it. Just a little further he thought.
He wanted to see his family again at the Bayou. Wanted to hear his Tante Mattie scold him for sneaking a taste of her famous cooking before it was done. Wanted to see his father sitting in his old recliner chair smoking one of his Cuban cigars. He would give anything just to have his brother Henri put him in another headlock cause he made a friendly more like joking pass at his girlfriend Mercy. To be able to apologize to Belladonna for leaving without saying good-bye. To be able to whop Theo, Lapin, Emil and Etienne butts in poker one more time cause none of them had the slightest clue how to keep a poker face.
It was too quiet. A number one reason as to why he stopped, against his better judgment. But the other reason was because he came across two rather large metallic orb like objects. What the hell were these things? He thought to himself as he slowly walked up to them panting heavily. He peered inside and saw it was hollow. Strange he thought. There was no way he could run again he must have just sprinted almost ten miles he thought as he brought his hands down on his knees bending over slightly trying to catch his breath. He was sure the sound of his heart beating could be heard for miles and it felt like it was ready to push threw his rib cage and out onto the floor. A sharp piercing pain shot threw his side he stood up now and pressed firmly into his side to try and block the pain. His throat hurt like hell not the inside because it was so dry but the outside. He could feel the collar as his skin rubbed against it. The stupid thing he wouldn't get to far with it. His powers were completely gone and he missed them he hadn't used them in over a year. One time they used him to experiment against some giant robot but that was it.
He stepped back taking a deep breath and prepared to start running again but the sound of footsteps on the ground stopped him. Merde. He thought. It was faint and distant but it was still there. Remy whirled around in flash to try and spot who was coming and.
Nothing.
No one was there. Maybe he was just reliving a memory a bad memory. He had been hearing footsteps on cold metal floors for so long it was embedded into his mind. He let out a small sigh and turned around to look once more at the two metal orbs and they were gone. What the hell was happening? Remy thought. He was in there to long he began to think. Being held prisoner and experimented on did things to you and maybe he was starting to hear and see things. No. He was always strong willed and tried to keep a cool head but maybe..
" Remy Lebeau." Remy turned around again at the sound of his name it was almost like a whisper in the wind. He saw nothing he let out a sigh of relief. Okay now he was starting to hear things. Calm down Remy. He told him self. Just to make himself feel better turned around again but his jaw dropped at the sight before him.
There before him was a tall and powerful looking man with pale yellow eyes looking right at Remy. He froze like a deer caught in a headlight. With his eyes he could see a strange looking mask hiding his facial features and a long cape slightly moving in the night winds. It was then that Remy noticed that the man was floating above the ground more like hovering. Remy was panting lightly as he stared at the man. He was well built from what Remy could see, broad shoulders and well toned arms, as the pale moonlight cascaded down onto this hovering stranger before him. Of course this was just him. He always sized up an appoint before he fought them or if he was considering fighting them. With this strange man Remy didn't want to take any chances on whether they were friend or foe.
" Mr. Lebeau." The dark figure spoke coldly with understanding as he slowly approached Remy. Unconsciously Remy took a step back away from him. It wasn't like him to back down form a fight he just wasn't too sure he could fight and win in his condition. He was far to weak give him a month of eating something other then scraps and going back to his normal training routine then he could win, that and removing the dam collar on his neck. No doubt they could track him using it.
" Oui?" Remy answered, he looked over his shoulder. What had happened to the guards chasing him? He needed to escape what if they had brainwashed one of the mutants they captured and had him become this killing machine and sent him to hunt him down what if this masked man was sent to kill him? Then he was in deep shit if that happened. Oh he was dead no matter what. He didn't hear the dogs any more so what happened?
" They are gone. For the moment. I have a proposition for you Mr. Lebeau." The dark figure said in a hushed yet still powerful tone as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. Remy gulped.
" Who are y'?" Remy asked standing tall a little well a lot shorter then the man before him but he stood tall none the less. Remy tilted his head to try and get a better look at this mystery man before him but all he saw a giant shadow on his face. Just perfect Remy thought as he stared intently at this man wondering how he knew his name. It was also weird to here his name formally no less. The only time he ever heard it, it meant only bad things. Maybe it did now?
" I am known as Magneto."
" An' what do y' want?" Remy asked a little shaken up his breathing was getting closer to normal now.
" There is a war coming Mr. Lebeau and I want you to help me ensure that our kind wins." The man now known as Magneto stated patiently yet forcefully and the more this man seemed to care the stronger this unseen for around him grew. Remy could feel it coming off of him. Sure one to get straight to the point Remy mused as he pondered the thought. A war is coming.
" Our kind?" Remy asked he wasn't to sure what he meant by that he had a pretty good idea but wanted to be sure. There was no doubt in his mind that this man before him was mutant but he wanted to be sure.
" Yes. Mutants. Humans have no place here. The only way to ensure our survival is to stand up and fight them blow for blow. They hit us we hit back harder." Again that unseen force grew as the mans cape flew up to his mid back. Remy gulped the last thing he wanted was to get this man mad he could tell already.
" And if Remy refuses?" He asked referring to himself in the third person. After about a month of being locked up he had started referring to himself in the third person. No one ever called him by his name it was always a name they knew would stick a cord. Or they would call him 45. Most of the time when no one was around the low level guards would call him Mutie, Demon Boy, The devil, any thing they knew would get a rise out of him. They loved calling him Demon Boy the most though. He couldn't stand it. It was always a small constant reminder of how his life got to this point. But the superiors of the place would always call him 45. That meant 44 other people were there before him and God knew how many others came after him. He started referring to himself in the third person because he didn't want to forget his name. He had seen mutants in there that had to think long and hard about what there name was and he didn't want to let himself get to that. So he stared saying it whenever he could.
" If you refuse then there is a greater chance that more and more mutants will go threw the same hardships that you have been threw." Magneto answered truthfully, he spoke as if he was looking back and reflecting on things from his own past.
Remy didn't even need time to think about it. There was no way he was willing to let what happened to him happen to anyone else if he had a chance to stop it. " Alright. Remy'll do it."
" You do realize that you will be under my authority. You will do as I order without question?" Magneto asked it sounded as if he was giving Remy on last chance to back down. Remy thought about for a second.
" What would Remy have t' do?" He asked. Again for his own peace of mind Remy looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't surrounded by guards and this wasn't some big trap with fifty guns aimed at his head.
" Help me fight this war. You will aid me in." He paused for a moment to think of the right word. " Acquiring certain things." He finished. Remy smirked.
" Y' mean stealin'?" He asked he had no problem with it. Being a thief had been his life before he ended up here.
" In a matter of speaking yes." Magneto answered nodding.
" Den y' got yer man. Remy may be a lil rusty but he'll do it." Remy answered smirking. This was going to be easier then he thought. But it still didn't make any sense how him stealing things was going to help him win this war but for now he would go along with it.
" Excellent." He said as his eyes glowed yellow and Remy felt the collar on his neck break apart instantly. Remy brought his hands up to his neck and rubbed his wrinkled sweaty skin that had yet to see the light in years. No doubt he had a small ring there maybe a scar or two. He felt the dull numbness leave his body as he felt his powers returning. He opened up his empathy grateful to have it back. He could feel things again it was a great feeling. He used to hate his empathy but after going so long with out it he was glad to have it back. To make sure his ability to charge things was still with him he charged a small rock on the coarse ground and uncharged it. He laughed he was like a kid at Christmas. Just enjoying the moment.
Remy looked up to the sky and saw the two metal orbs from before float down before him and Magneto. It weirded him out a bit but he didn't show it. He followed Magneto's lead and got into one of the orbs before him.
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She let out a small almost soundless gasp as her eyes shot open. Had it all been a dream was her first thought. A weird dream but it felt more like a memory then anything else but she didn't feel like she was there. She did but she didn't. She felt like she was this Remy character but a part of her knew she wasn't him. It was someone else but she could feel him. His pain, his confusion, his joy, his fear. She knew everything yet felt it wasn't her but someone very close to her yet she was and wasn't sure who it was exactly. Now that she thought about it she had this throbbing pain in her shoulder and her side. Ow what the hell was it she thought. And with out even really moving she let her eyes scan the room she was in.
The room was a bright very clean and white, which made it look bigger then it really was. It had a nice feeling to it even though she knew she had never been there before. It looked kind of like a hospital room but a little more cozy. She then became aware of a few more things in the room, one being a steady constant beeping sound from behind and above her head. A small but still noticeable sound of a dripping liquid, she looked to her left and saw an IV stand along a nearly empty blood bag dangling above her head. She barely moved her left arm and felt the IV needle in her skin. Her body ached and she felt like she had the flu. Her body was rejecting something in her system. She let out a small groan and tried to recall what had happened.
But she couldn't remember.
She couldn't even remember having the flu so how could she know what it felt like. Her head was a complete blank it was as if nothing was there. Her common knowledge was there. She knew what everything in the room was but her name, age and birth, place was completely lost to her. Oh God this was not good for her headache she thought as she tried desperately to remember something any little thing about her past. It seemed as if her head was this vast empty plain. The only personal thing she could remember were she knew she was there was somewhere dark and secluded. She was with some man but she couldn't figure out who he was. She could see herself.. dam it was gone. She couldn't remember.
She became close to tears as she franticly searched her mind for a memory of any kind. Her favorite band a friend a little tid bit from the day before. But all she saw was the man from her dream. What was his name? Dam she couldn't remember that either and the dream or rather memory was slowly fading away. With out thinking she began to raise her right arm and cried out in pain. " Ahh. Merde. What the fuck?" She cursed as she brought her left arm to cover her right shoulder. It was bandaged and bleeding. She could see the blood on her left hand already. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the blood. How the hell did this happen she thought as she stared intently at the blood. She then closed her eyes and tried to think desperate for any link to her past.
Suddenly the door to her left burst open and a tired looking man with messed up hair and wrinkled clothing barged threw the door. He was dressed in a baggie white t-shirt and a pair of torn up jeans that looked a little to big for him and no shoes of any kind. But what stunned her the most were his eyes. They were red on black. " Chere?" He called out looking right at her. She felt her breath get caught in her throat. It was the man from her dream. He was real it wasn't a dream it was a memory but was it his? And who was this chere person? Was it her? Or was it some else and why did her head start ringing all of a sudden why did she feel like there were more things if that was the best word for them in her head. And something much stronger there as well all waiting dormant inside her head.
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Authors Note: Okay I was inspired to write this chapter. I figured you guys would want some more info about Remy's past. I had a different scenario going for this but oh well. This story is writing itself now and I am just along for the ride. You guys may not like this but oh well. This is all very temporary she will regain her memories and powers in a few days or chapters. And I figured out a way for Remy to get the medicine for Toad. Oh yeah. Go me.
As for Jean. I know I put her in the same boat as Rouge but Jean is the one that gets hurt when she touches people. The ones she touches are unaffected so it's just her. Unlike with Rogue her victims come out in a coma for a while. The reason as to why I made Jean like this will come back towards the end somewhere okay.
Oh right if you are new to this fic then ignore this chapter but I changed a small part to the last chapter. Nothing to go back and read but I made the dry waste land in chapter 17 a more of a marsh wetland type thing.
I was debative in the beginning when I wrote chapter 3 part 2 about whether or not I wanted Remy to talk in the third person. Originally I had him talk in the first person but changed it at the last minute. I should have gone with my gut. I redid it if you didn't read the memo up top. I found a good reason as to why he talks in the third person so go me.
I thought about showing you guys a bit more about Remy's past so Remy being the last person she absorbed I figured his physic would stay with her a little bit better then the others. I am going to use Cool-Chick-Rae scenario and Lucky439 for how this whole memory lose thing works no fence to any one else just giving credit where credit it is do. Okay. Pulse it works for what I want to have happen here. Her physics have kind of quieted down and will slowly inform her of who she is. I think I'm going to have her be nice to her physics I'm not totally sure. Now that I think about it I haven't really talked about them. When Rogue gets her memories back I'll fill you in.
So it will either be next chapter or the one after that the Romyness will really come into play here okay. So please be patient. I know you have all waited 18 chapter but can you wait one or two more?
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Hey sorry if I missed any one.
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Girl Number 1: Okay in answer to your first question I never liked the whole Scott and Jean thing. I am all for the whole opposites attracting thing. Those relationships work the best if you ask me. So I had to have them not together cause I just don't like them together. I find it ridiculous. I like Jean actually, please don't kill me. I think she is a strong willed character that people hate for no real apparent reason. I just feel that there needs to be a tad more darkness and angst to her life so I added in this little tid bit. Pulse I feel that Max will bring out her wilder side we all have them and no one has ever read how I portray Jean so you may be surprised or you may just hate me for it. And hey if I lose readers because of it so be it. Oh yeah I'm rambling now and in answer to your question about me writing a what did you call it a Romax. I'll write one for you. But don't expect one any time soon. I want to develop the character more in " Drifters" first. Okay. Don't hate me because I'm not a Jean hatter. PLEASE.
Yumiko: Hey 5 days to update. Faster then last time you gotta give me that. Hope you liked the chapter.
Draco MalfoyGirl 16: Hey thank you for the info about Louisiana I changed it to a more marsh, semi wetland type thing. There are no wastelands in Louisiana you were right and thank you for the web sites. I do plan to have another more longer chapter with John Piotr and Creed. Hope you liked the chapter.
Cool-Chick-Rae: Hey thank you for your review a while back. And I put Jean in Rogue's shoes for upcoming things coming more towards the end of this story. Hope you liked it and please finish "Childhood Memories."
Panther Nesmith: Yes it is an epidemic. Girls are meant to be seen not touched. Lol. Well I hope you liked the chapter.
Lonewolf: I'm glad that you like Embers I like him too but I was afraid that my readers wouldn't like him cause most times authors don't develop the original characters enough but I think I've done a pretty good job so far. Hope you liked the chapter.
Rogue Lebeau: Okay the Romyness will be coming soon. Next chapter or definitely the one after that if nothing in chapter 19. It just figures. I take forever to have them meet then I take forever to have them really talk to each other.
Ishandahalf: Alright glad your happy. If your happy then I'm happy, I love reading the reviews that you write they are fun to read. And when you review my fic I know I've written something good. The Romyness will becoming soon. I promise.
Rogue Worrior Spirit: Hey is Electra part of the original comic book series? If she is please tell me. I know Jean is kind of a copycat to Rogue but oh well it's my fic and it will all work out in the end. Hope you liked the chapter.
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Take Care, Rogue Star