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Chapter Eighteen – Gullible

"So, how y'gettin' Remy home?" Remy asked Sinister, who was disinfecting the broomstick. "Merde, dat's gross."

Sinister nodded. "I sincerely hope this isn't his way of acting out some strange telepath's fantasy." He sniffed the broomstick and frowned, then went back to cleaning it. "Have you noticed how sex-crazed these people are?"

"Merde, yes. Remy kissed Scott, had sex wit Jean, did a whole bunch of other stuff." He said. "Plus, dem two munchkins nearly got it on right in front of Remy."

Sinister smiled. "Remy, did you enjoy kissing Scott?"

"Merde! Non! Grossest t'ing ever. Not'in could make dat moment any more gross." Remy spat and shivered.

"You underestimate me, Remy." Sinister said.

"Oui? Tell Remy one t'ing dat makes dat seem worse." Remy said.

"And the third Summers brother is…Remy Lebeau!" Sinister said, enjoying the onslaught of disgust as Remy began coughing and gagging. "What was it like to kiss your brother? Not even I have ever done anything that gross to a Summers kid."

"Merde! Fuck! You….Remy wants t'die. Been violated, kissed mon frere…ugh!"

"That's okay Remy, I was just kidding. The third Summers bother is Adam X. You should have seen your face though." Sinister said, laughing. "You were made in a petri dish after a few too many shots of liquor."

"Why y'tellin' Remy dis now?" Remy asked.

"Because you will never believe it when we get out of this place." Sinister replied.

"True." Remy said.

"Good luck with 'escaping' Remy. I will probably see you strapped to a table at some point in the future." Sinister said.

"What?" Remy turned just as Sinister got on the broomstick and attempted to fly away. Instead, he zipped around the room in several large circles and crashed into the ground outside, cracking his skull open. Remy stood stunned for a moment as he climbed out the window and went down to the scene. "Merde, t'anks f'making Remy's life miserable."

He turned and walked back to the city. "If Remy's gotta be stuck here, he gonna get laid again, dat's f'sure."

A few hours later, Jean looked up at him as he questioned her. She was exhausted, but blissfully so. "You don't need to be helped any longer. You've always had the power to go back to New York."

Remy kissed her, considered strangling her, then kissed her again. "Why didn't y'tell Remy dis before?"

"You wouldn't have believed me. You needed to learn it for yourself." Jean replied.

Remy felt a wave of anger. "You'd be surprised at how damn gullible Remy is." He said.

"But then we wouldn't have gotten to have our fun." Jean said.

"Y'mean y'kept Remy here s'ya could sleep wit him? Naughty girl!" Remy said, suddenly amused by the entire situation. "Remy loves da t'ings y'do to him, but he needs t'go home."

Jean whined and started to cry. "If you have to leave…just put on the slippers and tap them together three times." Remy brushed his fingers through her hair.

"Eh, don' be sad. Y'always first in Scott's eyes." He said.

Jean rolled her eyes. "Pity it's not his eyes I'm interested in." She said, kissing Remy's chest.

He chuckled and stood up, putting his clothes back on. "Remy never gonna forget dis, Jean. Maybe Remy'll go crazy an' we'll get t'do dis again someday." He kissed her and left her in the bed. He tapped his heels together twice and then felt a familiar softness against his leg and picked up the black kitten, scratching it's chin. Then, as he turned to put the cat down on the bed, he accidentally clicked them a third time.

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