Okay,
I'm writing this late night, so, if some of it don't make sense, feel
free to slap me... o.O;
Okay, maybe not...
Anyways, here's
chapter 2.
Enjoy...
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Bleep.
Bleep. Bleep.
If only it knew how annoying it truly
was...
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.
Finally, with a sigh
of increased irritation, Remy lifted his hand from beneath his
pillow, to the alarm clock on his nightstand, his hand sparking with
a hot pink spark as he brought his fist down onto the clock, small
peices falling into random places.
He turned to his other side,
covering his head with his pillow, sighing contentedly.
"Shh...
Shuttup. Ah'm goin' in," John's voice whispered through the air
to Piotr, unbeknownst to Remy.
John opened the Cajun's door
slowly, a bucket of ice water in his hands, and an evil grin on his
face.
He stepped carefully into the room, minding the squeak in
the right floorboard as he did so, until...
"PUTAIN DE
MERDE!" Remy shouted out, French curse heard throughout the
entire house. Piotr winced, staring up as he ran down the stairs, now
slightly afraid to face the wrath of the Cajun.
"Oh, you've
officially outdone y'self dis time, Fire Fly," came Remy's thick
accented voice. "Wait 'til I get my hands on a crowbar..."
John
laughed, then gulped, running quickly down the stairs to
Colossus.
".. He's homicidal, run fo' ya bloody life,"
he said, hiding behind him.
Piotr looked over his shoulder at the
shaking Aussie, quirking a brow as he slowly turned to see Remy
walking down the stairs, a smile tugging at his lips...
Gambit
was soaked from head to toe, water dripping from his hair slowly. His
eyes were narrowed dangerously, glowing.
"Where is de
pat'etic little weasel?" Piotr jerked his thumb over his
shoulder.
"Traitor!" John yelped, running for the next
room.
Remy simply stood on the stairs, groaning and waving John
away... He was the least of his problems, now that he realized what
today was.
".. I'm gonna go g'ready... Looks like I
already got m'shower..." He heard John snicker at this.
Shaking
his head, and planning his revenge, Remy walked back up the stairs,
mumbling a steady string of curses all the while. Piotr watched with
a rather ammused expression, shaking his head, then turned to start
setting bowls and spoons out for them to eat something before they
left.
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"This bites!"
Iceman whined, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who's idea was
it to put the Acolytes in the same school as us?!"
"Magneto's...
Besides, even if they are the villans, they have very right to attend
the school, just like us," Scott replied, furrowing his brows
behind his ruby quartz shades. "And that's why I want none of
you picking a fight with them... We don't need that type of publicity
now..."
Bobby and a few select others groaned, feeling
the need to beat their heads against something...
All
but Rogue.
She didn't even really seem to be paying attention
right now. Her head rested in the palm of her hand, elbow resting on
the windowsill as she stared outside, closing her eyes, and drifting
off...
"Rogue! Did you hear me?" Her head shot
up.
"Oh... Right. Yeah, Ah heardya," he mumbled, turning
to look out the window once more.
Scott muttered somwthing about
her 'lack of attention', before standing up straight.
"Whoever
needs a ride, I'm leaving now... Rest of you can walk..."
Now
that's what she liked to hear. Walk. She'd prefer that, over
listening to the older ones lecture them about what to do and what
not to do around the Acolytes.
Besides, she could take care of
herself.
"Ah'm walkin'," she said, getting to her feet.
Scott shrugged, and walked to the garage, followed by Jean, Kurt,
Bobby, and Kitty.
Rogue got to her feet, slipping a backpack
over her shoulders carefully, then walking outside.
She lifted her
face to the sky as she stepped out, a faint smile visible on her
lips. It felt good, getting away from the others for once... She
needed time alone.
Besides... She had things to think about. Such
as... The Cajun, she'd met just a few months ago in that old rundown
yard.
He'd given her a card... The King of Hearts.
And
almost blew her hand off. She scowled at this, shaking her head at
the thought... Why did she always fall for the bad guys? Was it just
her not-so-common sense?
Well, if she fell for the bad ones...
This one must be really evil.
"Can'tcha take a joke, Rem?"
"Non..."
"Is 'no' all you can say?"
".. Yes."
"ARGH!"
Remy grinned widely as Pyro attempted to apologize to him as they walked, giving him the hardest apology of his life.
"Won'tcha just accept my apology?"
".. Non."
Piotr chuckled deeply, patting John on the head.
"It is alvright, John. He vill forgive you..."
"You sure?"
"Sure... In about two years."
John groaned, rubbing his head frantically. Damn this whole escapade. Damn Magneto! This was all his fault anyways!
"Lookout guys... Dog on ze vay," Colossus warned, smirking slightly as Remy moved to the other side of John, letting him walk in the way of the dog... A rather large, German Shepard, to be exact.
"Aw, scared of a little dog, Rem?"
"Case ya didn' notice, John... Dat's not a very p'tite dog, if y'catch m'drift..." John snickered. "You are!"
Remy shrugged.
"I'm not d'moron who's 'bout t'get his head bit off..."
As they came closer, John began to speak to the dog, who had been sleeping peacefully.
"Yo' not a scary dog, are ya? Good pooch, yup, be a good..." The dog got to its feet, and let out a growl, and loud bark, snapping at Pyro.
With a yelp, John jumped, and landed in Remy's arms, eyes widening with a small grin.
"Ehm... Hi?" Remy glared, and immediatly dropped him, stepping over him. "Aw, c'mon!"
"I told you, but y'never listen to me... What do I kn..."
He stopped, staring ahead of him.
There
was the Rogue one. He stopped in mid-step, simply staring. Piotr
looked behind him at his friend, lifting his hand in front of his
eyes.
".. Gambit?" Remy jumped, looking up at Piotr with
a slightly sheepish smile.
".. Sorry, got kinda..." He
stared at her. ".. Side-tracked..."
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A few yards away from Bayville High, Remy pulled a
pair of shades from the pocket of his shirt, carefully setting them
on the bridge of his nose. The dark, royal blue lenses hid his eyes
perfectly.
All three Acolytes sighed in unison, as they approached
the giant building, and stepped inside. Immediatly, everyone stopped
to stare at the tall guy, the red headed guy, and the guy wearing the
shades.
John
thought about saying, 'Boo,' but pushed that thought away and scowled
at them, walking inside and pushing a few people out of the way.
"..
We gotta work on his people skills," Remy muttered up to Piotr,
shaking his head slightly. The Russian smirked, taking a step inside,
Remy at his side, and they walked to the main office, ready to take
the assigned schedule that would haunt them for the rest of the
year.
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Author's Note:
Yes,
I suppose I'm teasing you now... Giving you small chapters to read
through, then wait for the next... It is all part of my evil plan!
o.O;
Ooookie... Yes, let me know what you think. ;
