Disclaimer: As hard as I wish it would be so Remy LeBeau doesn't belong to me. Nor do any of the other characters and such, they belong to the lovely people at Marvel and the like. My own characters are clearly my own, if you would like to use them ask first.
"Mom?" Came the quietest whisper the seventeen year old girl could muster without actually expecting to hear a reply. Craning her red head further into the kitchen window the curfew breaking teenager let out breath as nothing could be except the dripping of a leaky tap. Call the plumber, she silently added to her to do list. It frustrated her to have another bill to pay, but what could she do? It was just the way things were.
Her hand gripped tighter on the ledge as she pulled herself through the small window and into her little kitchen. She silently praised her genetics for giving her such a slight build. Dropping gracefully to the floor the girl walked cautiously up the stairs to her attic bedroom. Finally somewhat snug underneath her thin covers she recalled that nights events.
It started out like any other night. Krissy would come over they'd talk, attempt to do their Physics homework and inevitably give up, finally ending up calling some guys and going out partying to the clubs and house parties around the fabulous city of Toronto.
This particular night the party was at James Morceau's. Not too bad of a shindig, there were plenty of cuties hanging around and they were all easy to manipulate. Honestly, sometimes guys are just too simple. The way she saw it, if they didn't have a ring on their finger or a girl with them they were fair game. She oozed charm and sass as she flirted with the whole room. After a while she had narrowed it down to four lucky guys. Why choose, she thought smiling to herself. However the need to choose never arose as her eyes zoned in on a guy who had just stepped into the room. Not just your average hottie either. What with his bed headed auburn locks, carefree smile as he looked the room over, and cocky swagger, like he knew he was gorgeous and wanted everyone to know. Well, he certainly made a convincing argument. It seemed every girl in room had the same thoughts. Before anyone else could move Candy Richardson pounced on him. "That whore." Shyla said rather annoyed that she hadn't got to him first. The guys around her were trying in vain to draw her into a conversation. This totally turned Shyla off, there was nothing more unattractive than a needy male. She dismissed them with the flick of her hand and they shut up.
She found herself entranced by this newcomer. He smiled winningly at Candy and Shyla could have swooned. Could have. If she hadn't possessed more brain cells than an airhead. She also had way more self restraint than to just go weak in the knees at a pretty face. But then how could she know he had an entirely pretty face? She couldn't see past the dark sunglasses he had on. Sunglasses at night? That is so passé. He was sexy, but not that sexy. Well almost.
Finally fed up at watching Candy totally embarrass herself trying to impress the guy Shyla did the noble thing and went over to save Candy's ass and what was left of her dignity.
"Hey Candy." Shyla said smoothly interjecting herself into their conversation. "Who's your mysterious friend?" She smiled coyly up at the guy. He didn't look very old, but the glasses halted further assessment on his age. She then turned her smile to Candy who looked quite put out to say the least. Shyla held out her hand to shake his. "I'm Shyla Daniels." The stranger closed his hand gently around hers and brought it to his lips and brushed it against them. Shivers raced through her body all coming from the spot where his soft lips touched her skin.
"Remy LeBeau is mon nom chere." He spoke with a distinct accent that intrigued Shyla to no end. "Remy is very glad to make your acquaintance petite."
"Do you always talk in the third person Remy LeBeau?" She was torn between laughter and indignation at being called short.
"Only when Remy meets such a belle fille does he speak so." Shyla had taken enough French in school to know all of what he was saying. Candy however didn't have too much going on upstairs and was quickly becoming irritated at being ignored.
"Hey Candy, what's that on your shirt?" Shyla asked innocently. She visualized a large black spot on Candy's trashy maroon top.
"What the hell are you talking about Daniels? There's nothing on my-" She stopped short as Shyla's powers kicked in and altered what Candy saw. Candy rushed away probably in search of a mirror. A feat like this, for obvious reasons, would be rather impossible for a normal human. Shyla Daniels was no ordinary teenage girl. She was a mutant, a human with a special gene transferred to her in the chromosomes her parents gave her. She could mentally tap into the optic nerves of people and change or distort the message being sent to the brain thereby changing what they see.
Shyla normally got away with her 'tweaks' here and there and would have this time were it not that she had a very perceptive mutant standing right in front of her. He was a certain Cajun by the name of Gambit and he had just discovered a rare gem. This could have possibilities, he thought slyly. Out loud he bade Shyla goodnight. He kissed the back of her hand once more an with the sweep of his trench coat he stepped out the door. After he had left Shyla went back to paying attention to her boys and was once again the life of the party.
