Disclaimer: I do not own Rogue/Marie, Remy Lebeau, Bella Donna, or Julien Boudreaux. They are property of WB
Chapter 4: Thou Shall Not Kill
Remy spat blood from his mouth causing pain as he moved his swollen lips and shifted his eyes for a last glance at Julien. He mounted his bike heading for the home of Johnny D'Acanto an affiliate and rumored brother of the late Falco.
The next day. 6 Days left.
Marie was returning home from school when she heard noises from the kitchen. She was about to call for Johnny but stopped in shock as she heard another man's voice.
"Where is it?" Quickly an image of the man drew itself in Marie's mind. Young but rough.
"I don't know, why don't you ask Falco himself?"
Remy frowned, Julien had told him Falco was dead, "Don't fuck with me old man. Where is it?"
Marie worried as only silence followed, unintentionally leaning closer to the kitchen. Her dazed curiosity and worry quickly ended as she heard footsteps and sounds of movement.
Remy realized someone else was in the house, perhaps a pet? Or his wife? He found his answer on a nearby picture, its frame bronze and ornate.
Pointing to the girl next to Johnny in the photograph Remy spoke with firm words, "Tell me where it is or she dies."
She?
Was the man referring to her? And what was IT?
Johnny took a good look at the photo, Marie sitting next to him on a park bench, holding his arm, a subtle smile on her face.
"She's expendable. Go ahead kill her."
"Fine." Remy began waking out the kitchen towards the front door when Johnny called to him in panic, "Fine I'll tell you...Falco lives, that's the truth."
Marie gasped, quickly stifling her cries of shock with her hand.
"I don't know where the stuff is but I know where Falco is." Listening carefully Marie leaned in closer to the source of noise, half her body protruding from her hiding spot.
"He's in a hospital, St. Francis in New York."
Another moment of silence followed until she felt the wooden floors give way to the weight of the intruder, creaking as he came closer. Recollecting herself, she attempted to tuck most of her body underneath the table once again. The man stopped in front of the small piece of furniture pausing and realigning his body towards her for a moment before resuming his saunter to the front door.
Once outside Remy lit a cigarette and shuffled in his pockets looking for a card. In finding it he held it between his index and middle finger for a moment before flicking it towards the house.
Even if he hadn't killed Bella Donna in cold blood, he certainly did not hesitate to do so now to a girl he did not even know. Remy walked away, uncaring as a another weight of a heavy sin rested on his soul.
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Yeah, who would be better to kill of Belle than Julien himself.
AND POOR REMY all because he fucked Bella Donna tear...
