Hi everyone. Okay, this has been in my head forever so I decided to write it out. I'm at a milestone. This will be the first fanfic that I wrote that isn't a songfic OR one-shot. Yes, you heard me right: Takimi/Romy is trying to write a chapter story! I think the title sucks, any suggestions are welcome.
This is AU. This is going to be totally different way of introducing Remy. Remy is going to be a mixture of Comics Gambit, Evo Gambit, and my personal touches of course ;)
This story is set in 2005, so any years are figured off of that, like if I do a flashback to something that happened 10 years ago, I'll start if off by saying "blah, blah, blah, 1995". Sorry if accents are bad. I tried. Also, Remy will NOT talk in third person, it makes him sound stupid, not sexy.
Disclaimer: My lawyer told me I can't plead the 5th, I have to say that I don't own X-men: Evolution.
-Prologue-
Birth of Le Diable Blanc
-New Orleans General Hospital / New Orleans / 1983-
"Get dat out o' me!" A young girl, not a day older than 18, screamed at the doctor.
The nurse came over with a damp cloth for the girl's forehead. "Just relax and push, miss. Breathe. In . . . Out . . . In . . ."
"OUT!" Screeched the girl as the room was filled with the cries of a new baby entering the world.
"Congratulations, miss. You have a healthy baby boy." Proclaimed the doctor. The girl flopped back on the pillows, ignoring the doctor. He gave the nurse a questioning look as he hand over the baby. She just shrugged and took the child to clean it up.
The girl refused to see her son. Several nurses and the doctor tried to convince her to just look at him, but she was steadfast in her decision. "I didn' want dat . . . thing when I got pregnant an' I don' want it now."
The doctor told the nurses to leave her alone for awhile, saying that maybe she just need sometime to herself and she'd want to see her baby the next day.
-Later that night-
THUD. "Merde!" She hissed in pain as she massaged the offended bruise forming on her shin, but it didn't slow her down. The young girl dug through the closet, searching for her belongings. She slipped on her clothes and shoes, tossing the hospital gown to the side. She had to get out of the hospital fast as possible.
She had steadied herself in the windowsill, ready to begin her descent down, when she heard a baby cry in the next room over. A sudden pang hit her heart. Could she really abandon her baby?
Making a quick decision, she got down and peeked out the door. The coast was clear and she began creeping down the hall, keeping a watchful eye out for patrolling nurses. As she neared the nursery, he heart began to beat faster. Slowly she pressed her face to the glass, searching for her 'bundle of joy.'
She found him in the closest cradle, wrapped in a blue blanket, with a sign that proclaimed "Baby Doe, Mother: Jane Doe." Well at least the hadn't been able to find her I.D. in the hidden jacket pocket. This would make her getaway much smoother. She stared at his tiny features in wonderment. As if sensing she was there, he began to open his eyes.
The girl gasped in fright and backed against the opposite wall. "Dat's no baby. Dat's le diable blanc."
Faintly, she heard the squeaking of tennis shoes on linoleum. Breaking out of her reverie, she sprinted the opposite way down the hall, flew past the night receptionist, and disappeared into the night.
-Two days later-
"Poor child."
"It's a shame. You're sure you don't know the mother?"
"We couldn't find any identification and she refused to tell us."
"What's going to happen to him?"
"He'll stay here for awhile, then get sent to an orphanage or foster care. Beyond that, I don't know."
"I've heard people call him le diable blanc. Why on earth are they calling a child the white devil?"
"It's his eyes. They're the strangest thing I've ever seen. The pupil and iris are blood red and the rest is black." He leaned closer to the other doctor. "Dr. Essex, can you keep a secret?"
The first doctor nodded, filled with curiosity.
The second doctor glanced one way, then the other before whispering, "I think he may be one of those . . . mutant children they talk about."
Essex's eyes widen. "Wow. Are you going to do any studies?"
His companion shook his head in disappointment. "We need permission and no one would ever give it to us."
"Shame." There was silence between them. "What's that sign on his cradle?"
"What? Oh, that's from the nurses. They named him."
"What does it say?"
"Remy."
Well? Have I sparked anyone's interest? Dr, Essex (please inform me if this is spelled wrong) AKA Sinister will appear later. I'm not sure if he will be part of the main plot yet. Hell, I'm not entirely sure what the PLOT is at the moment.
Please review if you think I should continue!
