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Chapter 3 – Reflections
Remy wasn't in school. He knew he would get in trouble. He didn't care. The park bench was uncomfortable. Not that it mattered. He heard laughter. How could someone laugh? Looking up, he saw a kid. Oh, to be young again. Shuffling his cards, he reminisced about his past. Henri, Mercy, Jean Luc. He missed them all. Had it really been a whole year? At this point, he wanted to go home. But he couldn't… Not since... Sighing, he stood. He didn't want to even think about it—but no matter how hard he tried, he would think of it. His feet began to move, but he didn't think of where he was going. Reaching into his coat pocket, he drew a carton of cigarettes out. He selected one and charged the tip. Bringing the white and tan cylinder to his mouth, he inhaled. Smoke passed through his lips. As Remy walked, he lost himself in morbid thoughts, not noticing were he was going. When he broke from his reverie, he had to take a moment to gain his bearings. He was in the forest reserve. It wasn't really a reserve, not officially, just a bit of forest that hadn't been cleared. He wasn't far from the institute. He stomped out his cigarette. Sitting against a tree, he thought more and more about the events of the past year. Eventually he drifted off.
Remy looked around, not sure where he was. The place was solid black, with no objects to be seen. Several mutants faded into view. Against his will, he drew three cards and charged them. He threw the deadly objects at the defenseless mutants, and a couple fell dead. More mutants appeared, and more fell dead. Because of him. He desperately tried to stop, but he couldn't seem to control his own movements. Finally, the last Morlock was dead. Remy sank to his knees, and put his head in his hands. And cried. Then a terrible, cold laugh echoed off the black walls…
Remy jolted awake. He hated that dream. Taking a moment to relax, Remy looked up at the sky. The others were bound to be back from school. Standing, Remy started to walk back to the mansion.
Wolverine saw the Cajun come through the gate across the yard. The boy was walking straight to the doors, but Logan wouldn't let him off that easy. Moving quickly, Logan headed to stop the kid before he got away. Wind blew his scent to the feral mutant. Remy smelled faintly of smoke, but that wasn't what stopped Logan in his tracks. His scent had a sharp, bitter tint to it that made Logan's throat tighten. Remy smelled of sadness. That scent was what had kept Wolverine from getting on his case from day one. His scent had genuine sadness in it, even bordering depression. It wasn't teenage angst, it was real sadness. Logan had no idea what caused this, but he couldn't bring himself to bother Remy when it was about him, which was all the time. For now, he would leave the mutant be.
Remy was out on his balcony, leaning against the railing. Staring out at the manicured yard, a night breeze floated through his hair. A knock came at his door. Covering any emotion in his face, he called for them to come in. Rogue strolled in, and stood next to Remy. For a moment she simply looked out at the lawn too, and then she spoke up.
"You weren't in school today." Her voice was soft, almost as if it was part of the wind.
"Oui." He said simply.
"Why?" Her southern accent tinted with curiosity and a sliver of concern.
"Jus' had t' t'ink, dat's all." Remy avoided giving her a real answer.
"Remy," She said, studying the enigma before her, "You can trust us. If you need to talk to us, you can." Remy simply nodded, and she wasn't even sure if she had heard him. She left then, closing the door behind her. Remy stood there and stared at the door for a moment, studying the craftsmanship, the little designs in the wood.
They can never find out… Remy thought.
A/N: I'm sorry this is so short!! But hey… Better a short update then never, huh? This one was kind of just adding layers to Remy's personality, and yes, he does think in correct English. I'll do my very best to update soon, and I'm already working on number 5. I hope you had a good holiday.