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Freak87; nah u weren't rambling, and Yer I had to make her lose her memory or shed go straight back to the x-men, and she's locked up cause of her powers. She used them against the guild but can't remember, so she's locked up so she wouldn't harm them. And Yer, I know what fics your talking bout, and that's were I got half my ideas from; I hate it when people do half a fic and leave it. So im trying not to do that either. Only I am caught up with my GCSE's at the moment. (Btw, there a British thing. Like a two year test.)
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She woke up, feeling the wave of confusion and disorientation of waking. She winced at the pain in her head and the burning sensation that was running up and down her entire body. She slowly took a couple intakes or air, but sat up quickly and opened her eyes in shock and bewilderment. The air didn't have the fresh smell of breezy refreshing cool water around her that she had become to love and live in. instead it was, warm dark and spicy smell of the indoors.
She looked round and saw she was in a simple bedroom, with some paintings on the wall and a big desk with a mirror on it next to a big window leading to what she could make out was a balcony.
Opposite it was a door she got out of the bed and rushed over to the door and was about to open it when somebody opened it making her jump back.
"Whoa, Chere!" A man said, looking down at her. He was taller then her, by about a foot. He had messy hair, which was tied back in a pony tail. It was loose so strands of auburn hair fell out and framed his face. His face. It was perfect, he had stubble that you just wanted to run your hands over and laugh as it tickled you. A strong nose which you could only describe as correct.
His eyes were hidden behind a pair of sun glasses. His fore head was creased in amusement and curiosity. His lips were laid into a lopsided smirk. His lips were amazing, she stood staring at them wishing only to kiss them. Suddenly she mentally hated herself as her cheeks turned red, she wondered why she thought that or why she felt so guilty about it.
She took a deep breath in, "Who the hell are ya! An' why am ah here!" She yelled at him. Standing back she made fists at her side.
Remy's eyes widened as he saw the fire emerge from her hands, he walked over a gripped onto her lower arms, spreading them out to keep her fiery hands as far away of both of them as he could.
"Chere, calm down, 'kay? Can you 'member anything?" he said, looking down at her. Her breath on his face soon left leaving a cold mark where it was.
She felt his breath, hot and moist on her face, she looked into his eyes but it didn't help, her breathing became short and shallow as she searched her memorise, coming up blank in everything. Family? Friends? Home? No. She looked back up to him and whispered a short
"No." Before she clasped.
Remy bent down with her in his arms now, this girl was broken. And he had only just scratched the surface.
Remy held the girl and ran his hand through her hair, separating the white from the brown. He felt the tears soak his shirt. She was so fragile. He didn't want to ever let her go, but he knew he had to.
Slowly he lifted her up into his arms and moved her over to the bed. Laying her down, he stood up and sat on the side of the bed.
He looked down onto her. She was weak. She wouldn't last. The words were bitter in his head. But they were true.
She was powerful. She had fire under her wings. That's the only reason she was alive at the moment.
She was perfect. Not only could she put up a good fight, she had no memory. Nothing holding her down. He smirked at his words.
She was his for the taking. She could be his and help him in so many ways.
Remy took a deep intake of air and made a silent promise to himself. He was going to make sure he would never let any one do what just went through his mind and he was going to help her get out of the mess she had unknowingly gotten herself into.
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She sat later in her room, thinking about everything.
'So Ah woke up, no memorise, when this guy walks in, AH attack him, but Ah end up on this bed crying, and Ah fall asleep, then Ah wake up, and here Ah am, with no fucking memorises! No where to go, no family, no friends. And trapped in this room. Wow.'
She took a intake of air and stood up, walking over to the door again. She opened it and walked out, looking around as she did. She didn't see anyone so she walked down the right hall and came to a big living room, where people were joking and laughing. She stopped dead in her tracks and creep down the hall, holding her breath as she moved past the smoke coming out of the room and further down the hall until she came to another set of corridors. She growled and was turning right again, when she walked straight into someone. She fell onto the ground and was about to cry out when she saw who it was.
"Chere, you pretty good at tiptoein' round 'ere." He smirked, leaning against the wall. He held out a hand and helped her get up.
She just scowled and took his hand. When she got up she was about to ask him when he took her hand and dragged her down a corridor, and checked round each way and lead her down another one. She was about to yell at him again when he stopped at a room and shut the door leaving them alone in a fairly big room.
She looked around and saw plump chairs of silk and dark oak tables. She turned back to him, to see him light a cigarette.
Again she scowled at him. She walked over to him and pulled it out of him mouth and threw it to the floor.
"Ah demand ya give meh some answers."
"Sure, just ask de right questions." He said, only irritating her more.
Remy sat on the desk and motioned her to sit down too, but she just stood in the same place.
"Who are ya?" She started with. She saw him reach out for another cigarette but she just grabbed the box and held them in her hand.
Remy tilted his head and simply said as if she should know him, "Remy LeBeau, Chere."
She gave him a look then continued, "Chere? Ya called meh that a'couple times, is that mah name?"
Remy frowned and shuck his head. "Nah, it be something of a compliment round 'ere. Be honest, Remy don't know your name."
She looked at him for a second longer, then sat on a chair behind her. Crossing her legs and brushing a few stray hairs behind her ear.
"How did ya'll find meh?"
Remy took a sharp intake of air and turned to look at the door for a second. "Remy think dat somethin' you need to talk to his pere 'bout. We found you 'bout 4 days ago, an' brought you 'ere."
"Where is here?"
Remy smirked, as if he'd been waiting for that question. He jumped up and walked over, grabbing this girl by the hands and pulling her up to join him. He started to pulled up in a dance and dipped her. His nose touching hers. "Chere," He said, smiling down on her. Tilting his head and looked her straight in the eyes, "You be in de City of Masks!" He laughed and pulled her up and let her go. He took a couple of steps back and opened his arms wide and smiled widely as he proclaimed.
"Welcome to New Orleans."
She just snorted at the mans dramatically inclined performance and was about to leave when she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror on the wall.
She walked over to the mirror and held out her hand to touch it. Was this her? But she looked so………young?
Suddenly a thought rushed in a panic, 'This is not the right body'.
She stared and wondered where the hell that came from, before shaking it out of her mind and continued to look at herself.
"Come on Cheré, we need to get you back in dat room 'fore mon pere has fit!" Remy said, taking her hand and walking her back silently, hoping no one would spot them.
"Why am Ah in this room? Ah'm ah lahke a prisoner?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Non! You be in dis room cause ……well if you don't 'member, remy can't really tell you. You should as mon pere." Remy said again, walking towards the door.
"Mon pere? Ah'd don't even know who that is! How am ah meant ta talk to this guy when ah'm stuck in this room!" She shouted at him.
Slowly he walked back over to her. Taking her hand in his. He gave her a charming smile then gently told her.
"Remy 'ere will get 'im to talk ta you, but right now, Remy's going out to get you some clothes. He knows how picky you femmes can be."
With that he left the room and left her standing in the middle, wondering how the hell she had gotten back into it.
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Remy walked around the busy town of New Orleans. He looked up at the sky and blocked out everything, yet letting his mind wonder.
Soon he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and had to answer it, it was only able to receive calls from the Guild.
"Yer?" he asked.
On the other end there was a muffled, 'where are ya, boy?' which he knew was Tante Matte. "Remy be up de streets." He replied, not wanting to say he had just come out of a women's clothes shop.
He winced as he heard her yell at him to come back home now. Then hang up. Leaving no space for him to disagree.
He signed then started making his way back to the manor. He took one more look behind him and in the bag he was carrying before turning around the corner, where all the noise of the streets rushed back and made him smile.
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She still sat in that stupid room.
She'd been there since she woke up, and was now getting sick of it. She wanted to be out there trying to figure out who she was and why she was there. They had no right to keep her locked in a room!
Out of annoyance she got up and started stalking the room. Looking up at the small window and growled at it. It was too far up and she had no way of getting to it. Even if she could it was still too small for her to get out of.
She pulled her hair back and ran her hand through it. Pulling a bit og white forward she looked at it with a questioningly. She glanced back at the window and sighed.
Hearing the door open she jumped back taking a deep breath of air, she lifted one of her hands forward and stood in a fighting stance.
She saw a tray first, full of food. Then she saw her. She was a plumb yet strong woman, she was about the same height as she was. Her brown hair which was grey in some places. And was tied up in a neat bun. She was very pretty, even though she looked about 40 something, she was very beautiful. Not a wrinkle or crease. Bits of hair hung loose from her bun.
Coming in she smiled at her and walked past her and put the tray down on the bed and sitting down on it. Indicating her to come and sit too.
She looked at her with a probing stare, like she was about to attack.
Slowly she put her hand down and walked over to her and sat on the corner of the bed, not breaking eye contact with her.
They sat in silence for a couple more seconds before the older woman smiled again and shifted, pointing to the food, "Come on, child, eat up, you been 'ere just under week, an' you ain't eaten 'nothing."
She looked down at the food and took the fork and took a bite, only then feeling how hungry she really was.
Taking the plat off the tray and holding it in front of her as she ate.
The lady smiled at this and seemed to relax more.
"So, child, can you 'member anythin' from your life?" She said, looking at the young woman finishing up the plate of pasta.
She put the plate down and shook her head. Sadness overwhelmed both of them.
"Not even a name?"
"No, Ah can't even remember dyin' mah hair." She joked, taking a bit of her white hair in her fingers.
"I don't think dat it's dyed, honey." The lady said, looking at the roots. Not a trace of its previous color.
The girl laughed at this a bit. "Wow, seems lahke ya know more bout mah life then ah do. So do ya'll know meh? Ah mean, or did ya just find meh on the street?" she asked, a bit of hope flashing in her eyes.
"No, we don't." The lady said, looking at the door. "Where are my manners, I be Mattie, But every one calls me Tante Mattie. Weather I be dere Tante or not." She said of hand.
The young girl raised her hand to the Tante to shake, "Nice ta meet ya, ah'd give ya a name but ……ya know."
Tante took her hand and shook it lightly. Seeing the way she flinched slightly as she took it.
"Ya know, ya could always choose a name. I'd hate to keep callin' you 'Dat girl.'"
They both smiled slightly. "Yer, ah guess ah could."
They sat there for a bit, before the young girl spoke.
"Rose?"
Mattie looked at the young girl. She looked like a Rose. Creamy skin, she was blossoming into a young lady.
"Yer, you seem like a Rose. But I was thinkin' Kate?"
The girl thought about the name Kate and smiled.
"Ah lahke both of them."
Tante Mattie smiled and stood up. "Kate, You can be called both if you want. Have a drink and get some rest, kay Phoenix Rose?"
Kate smiled as she left. Phoenix Rose? She liked it. It kind of explained her. Getting up she grabbed the glass and took a sip of the cool lemonade. She stared at her hand and watched as a single flame rose out of her palm and spread before weakening and vanishing as if it had never been there.
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