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Survive
Rogue separated herself from the rest of her teammates and teachers by sitting in the very back of the Blackbird, curled up in her seat, resting in the darkness and thinking back to the morning's events that had driven her into insanity and despair. They both stood outside the giant plane, staring at each other with contempt and misery. Gambit's ego had disappeared and Rogue could hardly believe how low he was sinking. He had knelt down and began to beg for forgiveness, and for her to stay with him so that the babies and them would be a complete, happy family. She refused. He then, not being able to shut his mouth, asked if instead of being a nice, forgiving person, was she going to be a selfish, fat cow, and keep them to herself? Rogue slapped his pretty boy face and her glaring eyes became cold icicles, stabbing him over and over again. She yelled, not caring if the whole city woke up from their fight. 'Let them... let them come out and hear,' she had thought. ' "Ya aren't the man Ah thought ya were," she had said, harshly. "Ya've got no place with meh, mah babies, or in our hearts!" Tears flooded her face. "Have a nice life." She was about to leave when he confessed, once again, his love for her. She turned on her heel and scowled. "Ya only honest with the people ya love, Gambit. Otherwise... it's a gamble. One that Ah'm not willin' ta take." Rogue marched inside. The Blackbird fired up its' engines, a swirl of dust rising with it. It took of, leaving Remy alone and, stranded in the bayous of New Orleans, Louisiana... without a family.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and readjusted herself in the chair so she could look out the windows and watch the people that looked like ants and the green hillsides underneath. But as quickly as she opened them, she closed them again, as everything reminded her of that self-centered pig of a 'husband'.
Kurt walked over and sat down, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I'm so sorry, mein sister. But I promise, it vill be okay."
She didn't say anything, but remained silent and refused the urge to cry and turn to her brother so that he could pat her back and comfort her. She leaned back against the headrest attached to her seat and tried to sleep. But sleep would not come, as her mind was incredibly busy processing all of the havoc that had been created in less than two days and asking a very important question that affected her who life from now on: 'Did Ah do the right thing?'
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Bella Donna Boudreaux was extremely proud of herself and in jovial, high spirits today. She grabbed her most beautiful and shiny pearl necklace from her jewelry box and tied it around her neck. It was especially important to look her best today, as she was going to see Remy whose 'wife' had just flown the coop, along with her three rugrats. Oh, how good she was at causing chaos and mayhem. 'I'll admit it,' she thought. She tried to have her name changed to Sidero once, which in Latin means "evil nymph" (but no one in the South would know that), but her father had forbidden it, saying how her mother picked her name before she died, and as long as he was still alive, she would keep her given name.
She opened the blinds of her huge suite's windows and cackled as she saw the X-Men's plane take off. "He'll be all mine soon," she said aloud, applying makeup to the already glowing skin covering the bones of her face. "He'll be all mine."
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The doorbell rang. And rang. And rang... again.
"Will someone get that?" Jean-Luc yelled from upstairs in his study. He was currently formulating another plan to take down the head of the Assassins Guild and cause them to be bewildered while the Thieves took their treasures, and couldn't be bothered. Henri and his wife, Mercy, were on a short, weekend trip, while the servants and Tante Mattie were busy cleaning the messes from the previous night's big Mardi Gras celebration.
Remy, clad in only a pink robe and boxers, sighed and put his chocolate ice cream and spoon---his only loyal friends---down on the coffee table. He stood up, straightened his clothes and hair, and dragged himself over to the front door. He undid all the complicated locks and bolts to prevent anyone from getting in---which had failed time and time again, but anyways...---and opened it up. To his surprise and anguish, Bella Donna, dressed up in a sexy, long, flowing red dress and her blonde hair falling down her backside, smiled up at him from his porch. She was very beautiful, and often used that to her advantage to get whatever she wanted from anybody, even people she barely knew. Remy put on his guard and stiffened.
"Hello Remy," she greeted, her smile transforming into a frown at the awkward way he was acting around her. "So, are y' gonna let m' in o' what?"
He moved out of her way and she gracefully, like a swan, set foot inside the ancient house. Having spent so much time in the LeBeau manor from when she was a little child and learned of her planned marriage to Remy, she knew every passage like the back of her hand. Bella made her way into the living room and sat down on the couch, taking Remy's place from before he had gotten up to answer the door. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes before spreading out. Being a gentleman, Remy didn't say anything and sat down in the armchair facing her.
"So," he said, suspicious of her intentions. "Why y' here, Belle? T'ought we were over? T'ought Remy was a---how'd y' put it, hmm?---oh, oui, a dirty rat, or at least, dat's how Rogue tells de tale." He crossed his arms and hunched over, waiting for an answer.
She put on her famous pout that had won her a pageant show or two back in the day and whined. "No, Remy. Y' were a dirty rat back den. Not anymo'. That girl---Rouge, or whatever her name was---doesn't deserve y', Remy." She got up from her cushion and sashayed over to him, gently lowering herself into his lap and running a finger against the stubble on his chin. "I still love y', Remy. Amour is de name y' gave us, remember?"
"Aren't de guilds still mad at Remy?" he questioned.
She popped a kiss on his jaw. "Oh, no, silly. I convinced dem t' forgive y'. Ain't it great? One o' dose guys dat work fo' m' papa hacked int' de government's files and cleared y' name. Y' not wanted fo' a murder y' never did anymo', and de guild's have forgotten de police investigation y' caused dem. Y' a free man, Remy! We can go back t' de way it was... before y' cheated. We can forget it ever happened, and that y' never went off with' dat girl..."
"Mariah. Her name was Mariah, Belle."
"Y' still remember her name?" Belle shrugged. "No matter. I'm takin' y' back. Don' y' see?"
He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to look him straight in the eyes. "Understand moi. Look Remy in de eyes. Bella, Remy can' do dis..."
"Yeah, y' can. We can go back and it'll all be okay again."
He wagged a finger, as if she was an adolescent who didn't understand that no was no. "No, Bella. We can'."
"Why not?" she wailed.
"Cause..." He faltered for a moment. "Remy doesn't love y'. He loves Rogue."
"Y' can' love her, Remy. Y' can." She raised her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself and pointed her finger in his face. "If y' leave m' again, I won't be able t' live. I swear, I'll send de Assassins after y', t' get y'. I'll make up a crime if I have t'. As long as y' in New Orleans, they'll hunt y' down like a dog and bring y' back t' m' by force. I've got power, Remy, power dat y' or no one else has ever seen. Dey won't refuse m'. Are y' willin' t' take dat chance, m' love?"
"Oui."
She gathered her belongings and stomped out from the mansion, yelling for him to remember her threats.
The door slammed shut and Remy immediately ran upstairs and began packing. He needed to get of there. Now.
- Short chapter, I know, but I couldn't start what I was going to say right here. It just wouldn't sound right at the end of this chapter. On another matter, I don't own Rogue's quote to Remy from the comics---"Ya only honest...". That one. So, did you guys like it? Maybe, maybe not? Constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you for correcting my error about the nine legs, psycho88. Please review. This is the largest amount of reviews I've ever received---300! Whoa. And it's all thanks to you guys. Thank you to:
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