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Day Five – Wednesday
"GET UP!" I looked up. Too bright! Jamie's hoarse voice called again. "We gotta get outta here before Tante comes up!" My Jamie? Scheming an escape attempt from Tante? I felt my lips curl into a smile as the little boy continued to shake me.
"One more hour!" I growled. It was too early for me, and my hangover was just making the light seem more bright and painful.
"Get up, you lazy drunk! You can sleep it off at Lapin's house!" I chuckled and opened my eyes. He still looked sick, but was clearly ready to get out of the house, something that wouldn't happen if Tante was caring for him. I slowly got up out of bed and went down the hall to shower.
I took my clothes off and threw them on the floor, then got into the shower and turned the water on, flinching at how cold it is. "Merde!" I cursed loudly, only to hear my older brother yell through the door at me.
"Frere, da water's been cold every time y'turned it on for da past ten years!" I heard him laughing. "Tante jus' got here, she says y'better not take Jamie out today."
I rolled my eyes. Did anybody really expect me to obey? I reached over and squeezed some of Jamie's strange blue shower gel onto a rag and started washing myself, closing my eyes. Warmth. Yay! I opened my eyes to rinse it off and made the discovery that someone, probably my darling little Jamie, had taken time to put food dye of some sort into the shower gel. I emerged a few minutes later to see Jamie and Henri outside the door waiting. Henri high-fived the boy and chuckled.
"Vengeance is Remy's, Frere!" I said in my most chilling voice as I watched Jamie snap a picture of me, my skin dyed blue, wearing nothing but a towel, flipping him off. Hearing Tante coming up the stairs, Jamie quickly ran back to my room and opened the window, crawling out onto the roof. He'd been with us for five days and I already had him climbing roofs and evading my aunt; I was really proud of myself. Spread the madness? Hell yes. I quickly dressed and followed the boy out, making it to the ground as Tante flung my window opened and ordered us back inside. Of course, we just waved and ran as fast as possible into the swamp.
"Why'd y'let mon frere do dat to Remy?" I asked jokingly as we neared Lapin's house.
"Who said it was his idea?" Jamie devilish expression met mine as he sneezed and duplicated several times. Running as I chased after the one I thought to be his original. No such luck! As I caught up to the real Jamie Madrox, he was knocking on the door of Lapin's home, which was soon answered by Lapin's father, Jacques. Jamie looked up at him with his big blue eyes and did something Lapin and I could not figure out in our many years of crime – he charmed Lapin's Pere! Lapin had blue eyes, and I was the cute one, but for some reason, Jacques just rolled over when he stood there. Unfair? Yes.
"Can Lapin come out to play? Remy isn't being very nice!" I walked up behind him and realized I'd been defeated.
"Well, Petite, Remy here grew up a nickname dat means 'demon.' Behavin' not really Remy's t'ing." He chuckled and called Lapin down and the two of us ended up eating breakfast that Jacques just HAD to cook for a cute little boy like Jamie. After breakfast, Jamie and I made our way upstairs and slowly opened the door to Lapin's room. Instantly, I covered Jamie's eyes.
"Merde! Lapin!" I yelled at him, hoping it would wake at least one of the three people passed out in his bed. Of course, my immediate thought was 'Lapin is such a lucky bastard.'
"Put me down! Stop treating me like a baby!" Jamie said as I carried him under my arm to the game room and sat down, both of us waiting for Lapin to emerge, hopefully clothed. A few minutes later, he did, flopping down on the couch in his boxers, looking pretty rough. I took a cigarette out and put it between Lapin's lips, lighting it with my finger.
"Lapin! Did someone rough you up?" Jamie said, causing one side of Lapin's mouth to form a smile.
"Oui, Petite. But in a good way." Lapin replied, waiting for several minutes before Jamie's jaw dropped in realization. "Y'lookin' better, Jamie." Lapin's eyes slowly shifted sideways before he jumped. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, realizing my skin was bright blue. "What da fuck happened? Y'let Jamie trick into playin' wit jello?" I said nothing at Lapin slowly began to break out of his daze. "Henri got even den?"
I nodded. "Y'gonna sleep all day, non?"
"Lapin needs it. So tired. He come out t'play later." He got up and walked back to his room, cigarette still hanging out of his mouth, leaving Jamie and I.
I turned on the television, then muted it when I saw the look of disgust on Jamie's face. "What's wrong, y'feelin' sick?"
"No." He replied. "Isn't sex supposed to be fun?" I bit my lip in attempt not to laugh. "Because Lapin doesn't look like he had any fun."
I almost fell off the couch laughing. I swear, the kid was so damn smart for his age, but still a little naïve. "Remy t'inks Lapin had a little too much fun." I told him. "Sometimes, stuff is s'damn fun dat it hurt da next mornin'. Or, he jus' didn't get enough rest."
I ended up watching television most of the day while Jamie slept, still fighting his sickness, and Lapin slept off his threesome. Appreciating the time to relax, I drifted in and out during a Twilight Zone marathon, which I found to be quite appropriate.
Closer to sundown, both of my companions finally seemed ready to leave the house. We piled into Lapin's car and started driving to…well, we hadn't figured it out at that point.
"Where we goin'?" Lapin said, looking over at us.
"I don't know, but you better feed me soon or I'm going to duplicate and eat YOU." Jamie said, slightly annoyed. We pulled into a restaurant a few minutes later and attempted to introduce Jamie to Cajun food again, still aggravated by his initial rejection of it. An order of plan chicken tenders later, Jamie got up to go to the restroom and was carried back
I thought he'd gotten himself into some sort of trouble until I saw who was carrying him. Lapin and I froze, seeing our little friend – who I felt responsible for – being held, knife at his throat, by Julien Bordeaux, who I'd put into a coma months ago after a duel.
"Follow us. Walk in front. If y'move, Julien slit's dis little shit's t'roat." Lapin and I looked at each other and followed, to afraid to say anything. We both knew Julien would do it. As Julien lead us into an alley, a wet cloth over my face soaked in chloroform was immediately followed by my passing out.
Ha, Julien is such a dumb bastard. I kid you not, he went on to regret all of this.