Chapter 2
Logan leapt up to the roof looking extremely pissed as he spotted Remy sitting near the chimney resting his chin on his knees, the unlit cigarette in his mouth looking at the lush forest surrounding the property. Walking up to him he snatched the cigarette from the Cajun's mouth, "Alright hand them over." Logan ordered crushing the white tube in his hand and gestured for the pack he knew he had to have on him.
Remy sighed as he rolled his eyes, "What ya gonna beat me up if I don't?" he frowned.
Logan sighed as he sat beside the thief, "Come on Rem…the last thing ya need is a hard time breathing right now…" Remy looked at Logan with a glare, Logan sighed and looked around mumbling, "Can't believe I'm saying this damnit…" he then looked to Remy, "Please…"
Remy snorted, "That had ta hurt ta say…"
"You have no idea…now hand them over…" he grumbled lifting his hand.
Remy sighed and handed the pack, "So what's with the brat in my room?" he asked leaning back against the chimney.
Logan smirked, "Chuck has a shit load of new students, so everybody's doubling up…including you…hell even I got a pain in the ass in my room…nearly skewered him a few times." Logan smirked as Remy chuckled softly. "Little prick keeps trying ta find my cigars or my liquor…won't turn off dat crap he calls music and he's wearin' a dog collar…"
"Oh well guess dat makes him ya perfect roommate hun Wolfie…" Remy smirked as he took a few deep breaths and closed his coat more to try and keep warm.
Logan noticing the movement turned to the thief "Ya alright?" he asked a bit concerned.
"I'm freezin'…" Remy answered with a small shiver.
Logan stood, "Come on I'll make ya a cup of coffee…"
"Non, I'm alright…" Remy whispered wanting to stay put.
"Alright…I'll bring it to you then…" Logan smirked as he slowly made his way to the edge and started to climb down.
"Might not be here when ya come back…" Remy drawled as he stared at the forest again.
Logan chuckled, "Just need ta follow my nose Gumbo ya know dat…"
XxXxX
Several minutes later Logan was walking down the wooded trail that led to the boathouse, two cups of hot coffee in hand, smirking as he spotted Remy sitting on the small dock looking at the water. "Took ya long enough…" Remy drawled not even bothering to turn around or look up.
"Here…" Logan grunted as he handed him a cup and looked behind him towards the woods.
"So Xavier's keepin' an eye on me?" Remy sighed as he lifted his head and grasped the cup of coffee, glancing over his shoulder to see Scott walking out of the woods and heading back to the mansion.
"Well ya did cut yourself up Gumbo…" Logan sighed as he sat down next to the thief resting his back against one of the pillars holding the dock up and looking at his old friend.
"Doesn't want my death on his conscience hun?" Remy whispered his eyes still glued on the water watching his reflection.
"Come on Rem…don't think like that, you're alive couldn't you at least try and get on with your life?"
"What life…I'm sick and apparently can't leave dis place…" he growled, "I can't go home…" he muttered then frowned as he looked at Logan, "Don even know why I be talking to ya, I should be shoving ya in da water…" he grumbled as he took a sip of his coffee.
Logan chuckled, "That you should…" he whispered then looked to the water, "Would it make ya feel better?" he smirked turning his head back to the thief. Remy only shrugged and took another sip, "Well ya can't shove me I hate getting wet, but I can get Scott or Bobby here pretty quick we can each take a turn in booting one over the dock." At that thought Remy actually laughed and bowed his head.
"Ya alright?" Logan asked tilting his head to the side.
Remy took a deep breath, "I'm just tired…" he whispered as he slowly stood.
"Well ya doors being replaced as we speak and Hayden's in the library right now…"
Remy paused for a moment, "Replaced…what ya keep spare doors in stock now?"
"No of course not…" Logan chuckled, "…I grabbed Jean's…"
A snort escaped the thief, "Why?"
"Eh I made her mad last week and she spiked my coffee with black ink, grabbing her door is me retaliating…"
"And ya'll tink I went and gone crazy…" Remy drawled as he headed back towards the mansion. Logan smirked and continued drinking his coffee as he watched the ducks swim across the lake.
XxXxX
A few hours later Hayden slowly entered his room after working out in the danger room he was covered in sweat and grime and needed a change of clothes, a bit annoyed since the Professor had told him to not enter his shared room for at least a few hours, to give Remy a little peace and quiet, and a little time to rest. Hayden slowly opened the door and winced when it gave a little creak, peeking in he saw Remy was snuggled in at least several blankets obviously in a deep sleep…at least that's what he figured since the room was pitch black, stumbling over a few of his things Hayden cursed out as he reached for the lamp beside his bed.
"Don't even tink about turning dat stupid lamp on…" Remy drawled not even bothering to open his eyes to greet his roommate.
Hayden sighed and rolled his eyes, "So how the hell am I supposed to see?"
"You've been here how long?" Remy asked, his eyes still closed.
"A little over three weeks…why?"
"Well you've had three weeks ta memorize where all ya crap is so use dat head of yours and feel ya way to whatever ya looking for…" Remy answered drowsily.
"You can't be serious…Are you kidding?"
"Non…if ya can't do dat…get yoself a pair of night vision goggles…now shut da hell up and let me sleep…" Remy grumbled as he made himself more comfortable.
"I don't believe this who do you think you are?" Hayden growled.
"I be Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit and da Prince o thieves…who da hell are you?" Remy drawled.
"Prince of thieves…as in Robin Hood?" Hayden repeated with a snort, "What king wasn't good enough for you?" Hayden chuckled.
"My papa be da king now shut da hell up…" Remy answered and squeezed his eyes shut when Hayden turned on the light. "SON OF A B…" He growled out hiding his head under the covers, then popped his head out slowly his arm over his eyes.
"Well now that's very interesting and all…" Hayden chuckled waiting for the Cajun to talk back, the teen then frowned when Remy didn't move or seem to want to start joking or something, "Wait…you can't be serious…" Hayden snickered. Remy slowly sat up leaning on his left elbow and glared at the teen, "Oh god you are serious…"
"I be an honest ta god thief…deal wit it…" Remy mumbled as he pulled on the blankets trying to make himself a nest of sorts.
"Are you kidding me the Professor paired me up with a criminal?"
Remy smirked, "Criminal?" he chuckled softly, "What da hell are you bitchin about I'm da one being held prisoner here…"
"What?"
"Your chère Professor won't allow me ta leave the mansion grounds until he's satisfied dat I be healthy physically and mentally…" Remy drawled.
"Hun?"
Remy sighed and got out of bed knowing he wouldn't get anymore sleep and rolled his eyes locking them with the teen, "The-little-man-in-da-wheel-chair-won't-let-me-leave-unless-I-be-cured-from-my-illness-and-dat-I-try-not-ta-kill-myself-again…"
Hayden barked, "You tried to kill yourself, what kind of an idiot are you?"
Remy raised a brow, "Oh ya haven't heard da stories bout me yet…trust me it wasn't my intention but they forced me into it…" he sighed putting on his boots.
"Forced you…HA, ya right nobody forces you to do anything around here unless it's for reading a book or doing chores or something like that…"
Remy chuckled softly as he sat back on the bed and leaned against the wall staring at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, "Ya didn't know dat one little touch is all it took ta condemn me and it's all it takes for me ta destroy this whole fucken mansion…" Remy whispered as he slowly laid his hand on the wall wincing as it started to glow, Remy's powers quickly expanded from the wall to the ceiling and the floor. Hayden watched in awe stepping back as the glow approached his feet then looked at the Cajun suddenly fearing the man, "But if I did dat I'd be sinkin to their level right…I'd be showin dem dat I am da murderer dey claim I am…" Remy drawled as he took the charge back within his body with a small groan escaping his lips, leaning his head back he closed his eyes for a moment.
Hayden seemed a bit confused, "What do you mean one little touch to condemn you?" he whispered.
Remy chuckled softly as he lifted his right leg and rested his arm on it, a card suddenly appearing in his hand, Remy slowly moved his fingers wincing a bit and slowly began flipping the card through his fingers as if he was performing a magic trick wishing he had a cigarette at the moment, "Ya evah hear of da Morlock Massacre?" he asked glancing to his left at the blue haired teen.
"Yeah…" Hayden answered sadly.
"Well apparently dey…" he gestured to the X-men beyond the walls, "…accused me of being da one dat slaughtered 'em…"
Hayden's eyes widened, "Shit you're the one they were talking about?" Remy nodded, Hayden gasped surprised, then sat down on his bed, "Did you?" he asked.
Remy sighed, "No, dey dragged me before a jury where I was convicted…Rogue gave me one little touch and absorbed my emotions tellin' dem dat I did it wit no regrets aftah dat…they left me ta die in Antarctica…" Remy frowned staring at the wall, "And now ta ease their conscience dey find me frozen and half dead two weeks later in da snow and drag me back to dis place and refuse ta let me leave…"
"Refuse to let you leave…this morning you were climbing the roof, why don't you just climb down and get out?"
Remy sighed, "Why dont'cha try and use ya head boy…I'd be hunted down and dragged back…"
"So use your powers…"
"WOW…what a great idea…maybe I could just kill myself faster, that'll teach em…"
"What?"
"Haven't ya been listening…I was left in A-N-T-A-R-C-T-I-C-A…ya idjit wearing nothing but a t-shirt, jeans and a pair of boots…I can hardly move my hands, and when I do it hurts like hell…Ya have any idea what it's like ta not be able ta feel warm, I'm wearin' five shirts and I'm still freezin'…I suffered hypothermia, pneumonia and even frostbite…had ta use my powers so I wouldn't freeze ta death…if I use dem now I feel pain all ovah my body especially in my lungs and can't breathe…"
Hayden remained speechless for a few moments, "But what about when we first met, or earlier when ya made the wall glow?"
Remy chuckled softly, "When we met ya were suffocatin' me, I was defendin myself plus it was an extremely weak charge and earlier I wanted ta test out my powers…" he shrugged.
"Blowing up a door is a weak charge…Okay…so, they leave you to die, then they go save your ass, treat you for your sickness and injuries, feed you, clothe you, and house you not to mention they now deal with your bullshit and you're still pissed. Why…they're doing what they can to keep you comfortable…"
Remy looked at the boy with hate in his eyes, "I don' need dem ta take care of me I've been takin' care of myself since I be six years old…I still be pissed cause I be betrayed and fucked wit my whole life…because I was an X-man and dey left me ta die…" his eyes flared up, as he stood "Because dey just used me, like dey do everyone else, dey never trusted me ta begin with da moment I first stepped through dat gate…" Remy started pacing the room, "Dey nevah gave me a chance…ya see where I'm going wit dis?"
Hayden winced, "Sort of…" Remy snorted and lifted his arms in the air, "How come they didn't trust you?" he asked a bit curious.
Remy turned to him and shook his head, "Cause I refuse ta talk bout my shitty past, and cause I be a thief dat's why, every time something went missing they'd automatically turn their heads to me…" Remy snorted, "I ain't some petty thief…I can steal da fucken 'Hope Diamond' in record time, and dey tink I want there measly twenty dollar bill from dere wallets or dere cheap ass fake five dollar bracelet or necklace…please…" Remy scoffed and stretched his arms until you could hear them pop, then laid down on his bed pillowing his head with his arms and closed his eyes.
Hayden frowned when he noticed the fresh cuts on the man's wrists, "So um…what's it like ta be a thief…are you well known or something?"
"Shut up and leave me alone…" Remy growled not bothering to turn to the teen.
"Alright sorry…jeez ya don't have ta get all touchy about it…"
Remy opened an eye, "You started it homme…" Hayden sighed, as he stood and left the room to get something to eat.
XxXxX
After his shower Hayden headed downstairs to get a snack meeting up with Xavier, Hank and Logan, "Well?" Logan asked.
Hayden sighed, "Why'd ya pick me ta get him ta talk…Jeez now I'm pissed at all of ya…" he frowned sitting down resting his elbows on the table, his right hand holding his right cheek.
"We chose you kiddo cause you and gumbo got a thing in common you're both a pain in the ass…so?" Logan smirked as he sipped his coffee.
"Feels betrayed…never trusted me in the first place, blah, blah, blah…you know he made half the room glow…scared the hell out of me…" Hayden sighed.
"Yeah…I was about to rush up but Chuck stopped me…" Logan chuckled.
"Says he'd leave right now but he knows that you'll track him down and drag him back…" he answered then turned to the Professor, "How come no one told me he was a thief…"
Xavier chuckled as he put his coffee mug on the table, "Would that have made a difference?"
"No…Where do you go to learn something like that I mean is there a college or something, said he could steal the Hope Diamond if he wanted to…" Hayden chuckled.
"I believe that is how he was raised…" Hank interjected, "The man did grow up on the streets…"
"What?"
"Remy began stealing at a very young age…no home or parents…" Charles sighed.
"Jeez no wonder he doesn't trust anybody…" Hayden grumbled as he went to the fridge to grab a snack.
XxXxX
The next morning, Remy slowly woke up shivering, grumbling he slowly stood and grabbing a change of clothes made his way to the bathroom, turning up the heat and the shower, steam immediately began to envelop the room, while he was waiting for the tub to fill, Remy looked at himself in the mirror. "Ech…you look like hell homme…" he frowned. 'Should probably plan a vacation somewhere warm, either that or start sleepin' in a tanning bed…might get Remy a little color…' he chuckled, then turned off the water stripped and got in the tub.
Submerging his entire body in the water, Remy opened his eyes as he stared at the ceiling watching the air bubbles as they surfaced. He groaned as he felt the scalding hot water start to sooth the tense muscles in his body, the feeling of needles stabbing through his skin, what annoyed him though was that he still felt cold. Not being able to hold his breath any longer. Remy lifted his head out of the water to take a breath. Sighing Remy then leaned his head back against the rim of the tub and closed his eyes.
The moment he'd feel the water begin to go cold which seemed often Remy would drain a bit of it from the tub and put more hot water in, he looked around the room and chuckled, the steam was intense it looked like a dense fog, 'Wonder if da ceiling will cave in or something?' he smirked as he again closed his eyes, he actually began to feel a bit better.
After about twenty minutes Remy's eyes snapped open as there was a pounding at the door, some asshole was yelling on the other side to tell whoever was in there to hurry up that there were other people in the mansion that needed to use the bathroom, Remy smirked as he closed his eyes again, 'Dere's at least two dozen bathrooms in this place…' he grumbled they might have tried to kill him but he'd be damned if they were going to take away this small piece of warmth away from him now. He'd get out when he was damn well good and ready. "Ya wanna take a leak go outside…" he yelled back stretching his neck a little.
Several minutes had passed and Remy slowly got out of the tub toweling off he slowly got dressed in the warm clothes he had brought and brushed his teeth chuckling as he sensed the people still waiting in the hall, grumbling and kicking at the door. Spitting in the sink Remy shoved his toothbrush, shampoo, soap and whatever in the small bag zipping it closed. He plastered a smirk on his lips as he was about to open the door he waited a few moments sensing someone familiar approach and the students quieting down. 'Aw dey went ta get little Scotty Summers…' Before Scott could knock the door opened, Remy just looked at the man then stepped into the hall. A few of the students glared at him, then looked at the steam in the room, "Is there at least any hot water left?"
"A little…ya wanna bitch about it why dontcha yell at ya famous leader…" Remy quipped and headed to his room.
Scott crossed his arms, "The Professor wants to see you in his office…"
Remy snorted as he walked down the hall. 'Course he does…'
XxXxX
Charles Xavier along with Hank, Storm and Logan were waiting patiently for Remy to arrive, "Ya think he'll go for this Chuck?" Logan asked.
"This was your idea Logan…" Charles smirked then looked to the door as it slowly opened.
Remy frowned when he noticed the small group, "What is so damn important dat I gotta take time off my busy schedule ta come see ya?" Remy sighed as he looked around the room then sat on one of the chair's arms, sliding into the seat his left leg dangling over the arm.
"You seem refreshed, are you feeling better today?" Charles asked with a small smile.
"You'd be wise ta not ask me dat stupid question again…but since dat's the only way for me ta get out of here, den the answer is yes…I be as happy as a clam…" he grinned.
"Well that is good to hear, now speaking of schedules…You, I believe have an appointment with Hank this evening…and another in three days these appointments will continue until Hank tells me that you are physically healthy," Remy looked to the blue furred doctor who gave him a small smile, "You also have a few training sessions with Logan in the gym these will continue every few days also…" Remy looked to Logan who didn't give any type of gesture just leaned against the wall his arms crossed at his chest, "And I want to show you something in the danger room, come…" Charles wheeled himself to the door.
Remy chuckled softly as he stood and followed the man, "Oh wonderful now I have ta deal with a Sinister wannabe…so where be da chains an shackles?" he asked, "Ya teachin ya little guinea pig ta do tricks and bow to ya wim now?" Remy quirked an eye when Charles suddenly stopped and turned to the thief, his face a bit pale. The others stood in shock as Remy eyed the telepath.
"Of course not Remy…how could you even think…"
"How could I think?" Remy couldn't help but laugh as he cut him off, "What is it wit you people, pretendin' like nothing happened then startin ta take charge…yeah we fucked you up now we're going to fix you…" Remy snorted trying to imitate Logan's voice staring at the feral and at Hank, then turned back to Charles. Seeing that Xavier was about to say something Remy cut him off again, "Yeah whatever…I've heard all dis shit befo…neva mind just lead da way…" He snickered, Charles looked to Remy and frowned a bit, "What…ya didn't think I knew what ya'll were doing…Aw I'm big dumb stupid Remy LeBeau right…So when ya gonna call off ya little blue haired spy?"
"He's not a spy Remy, Hayden is a student…" Charles confirmed.
"Right oh but of course, ya get him ta make me talk since he be da new kid and all…" Remy sighed massaging the bridge of his nose, "Ya know I be pissed, depressed, annoyed, angry, tired and a little hurt…I ain't senile, confused or gonna start bawling my eyes out on ya shoulder…I've been through it, I'm alive I move on and that's that. I don't need someone telling me I'm gonna be okay…" he turned to Storm, "Or dat I'll heal in time…" he glanced over at Hank. "Truth is I'm not okay, and I ain't gonna heal it hasn't worked since I was a kid and it nevah will…" he answered, "You once had my trust…ya don't now…deal wit it…I don' want ya fucken help what do I have ta do ta get it through ya heads…" he whispered then left the telepath's office.
After a few moments of silence Logan spoke up, "Damn Chuck…"
"My words exactly…" Charles whispered as he looked to the door.
XxXxX
Remy made his way to his room grabbing his old shoulder bag throwing everything he had in it, "Hey where you going?" Hayden asked looking up from the book he was studying as he did his homework watching as his roommate was shouldering the bag resting it against his hip then put on his trench coat and quickly left the room, Hayden snorted as the door slammed shut, "Oh I ain't goin nowhere boy, I just be pissed right now and need ta go kill something with my stupid glowing cards…" Hayden answered with an annoyed tone trying to imitate the Cajun then continued to do his homework.
He didn't need this type of aggravation, Remy thought to himself. They want to talk about feelings and all that crap let them, he wanted no part in it. He just hoped he could disappear before Logan tracked him down.
Picking up the cell he always kept in his bag he dialed for a cab instructing the driver to pick up a man walking on the side of the road wearing a brown trench coat not too far from the mansion, hanging up Remy quickly walked down the stairs ignoring the frowns and stares he received.
Jubilee and Kurt watched as the thief left the front door, "I don't think he's supposed to leave…" Kurt whispered. As he rushed to Scott, Jubilee ran up the steps to tell the Professor.
"Professor?" Jubilee breathed as she quickly opened the door slamming into Hank.
"Be careful Jubilee…" Hank scolded, "Are you alright?"
"I think Gambit just left…"
"What…no…" Storm whispered looking out the window seeing Remy walk up the driveway. "Charles…"
"Let him go…"
"What, you can't be serious…" Hank began to protest.
"Don't worry Hank…Logan I want you and Scott to follow him…the moment he does something to endanger himself, stop him and bring him back." He ordered.
"Right…" The moment that was said Scott rushed in the office, Logan grabbed Scott by the arm and dragged him out, "Come on Cyke, I'll explain on the way…"
XxXxX
Remy sighed as he leaned against the wall surrounding the institute waiting for his cab cursing at it to hurry the hell up. When it arrived Remy instructed the driver to head for the city, Remy hadn't had breakfast yet and was starving, entering one of the numerous restaurants in the city Remy sat in one of the booths and waited for a waitress to come over and take his order.
Logan knowing the Cajun very well figured to start looking in the city first and quickly picked up on the thief's scent, he and Scott stood outside the restaurant across the street, "Well he's in there let's go sit in the back…"
"Gumbo's not an idiot Scott…he probably knows that we're following him…"
"Who cares I'm freezing let's go…" Logan sighed as he followed the leader and quickly entered the restaurant smirking when he saw Remy reading a menu, Scott sat in one of the booths not far from the Cajun, Logan sat in front of him. Scott gave the waitress a small smile as he ordered a few muffins and coffee.
Logan sighed as Bobby slid in the booth beside Scott, "Well there he is what are you waiting for?" Bobby sighed.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Scott frowned looking at the waitress as she placed their order on the table.
"What…I heard Gambit ran off, came to see the look on his face when ya drag him back to the mansion…well there he is go get him…" Bobby smirked.
"Bobby the only way we're bringing him back is if he tries ta hurt himself…if not we leave him be…for now." Logan answered sipping his coffee and staring at the back of the thief's head.
XxXxX
After eating Remy grasped the check flagged down his waitress with a small smile talking to her for a brief moment he looked around and pointed to a table, the waitress laughed softly and took the check from his hands, Bobby and Scott both narrowed their eyes at the little scene, the waitress walked up to them, "Will there be anything else?"
"No thank-you…" Scott smiled.
The waitress looked at him, "Are you Scott Summers?" Scott tilted his head and nodded, did he know this girl, "Do you know that gentleman over there?" she asked pointing to Remy who was now leaving money on the table and finishing his tea.
Scott looked at Remy then back at the waitress, "Yes…" he answered plainly, Logan put down his coffee and quirked an eye.
The waitress smiled and put Remy's check down with the small group's, "He said he's sorry that he couldn't join you that he's in a bit of a hurry but the offer to take care of his bill he'll gladly take…he said he'll take the next one…" she smiled sweetly, Logan barked a laugh at the look on Scott's face as he took out his wallet and a credit card.
"Now that's a nice one…told ya we shouldn't have come in here…" Logan smirked and stood.
"Where the hell are you going?" Bobby frowned.
"Gumbo's already long gone…" he answered as he put on his coat and left the restaurant.
A few minutes later Scott and Bobby caught up to Logan who was leaning against a building staring across the street his hands in his pockets. "Where is he?"
"In there…" Logan answered nodding towards the church.
"What the hell is he doing in a church…begging for forgiveness?"
"You know Bobby, someone should try and leave you stranded in a desert for two weeks so you'd learn ta think before speakin'…don't ever talk like that about Gambit again…" Logan warned and walked across the street.
"Stay here…" Scott ordered as he followed Logan, the two spotted Remy sitting in one of the pews, Logan motioned for Scott to stay back while he went to talk to Remy it was no secret that Remy and Scott hardly ever got along. Bobby not wanting to miss out entered the church and sat next to Scott, who warned him to keep quiet.
Logan slid into the seat and glanced at the Cajun as he leaned his arms to rest on the top of the seats noticing that he was mouthing off the words to the soft Irish hymn that played, as the choir practiced the ballad.
Logan leaned back and listened to the music for a moment then tilted his head a bit towards the Cajun, "Though you were from New Orleans…how come ya know the words ta this Irish song?" he asked looking at the man.
"Stayed there for a few months, been thinking bout going there again…" Remy answered plainly not even bothering to look at the man.
"Didn't know you were a churchgoing man?" he smirked as he looked ahead at the woman who was singing.
"Dere be a lot ya don' know bout me Wolfie…" Remy whispered.
Logan snorted, "Yeah no kidding…"
The minutes passed by neither saying a word, Remy sighed. "What do ya want…I ain't goin back…"
"Rem…we're just trying to make things right here and since ya won't let us get anywhere near ya ta try and apologize…" Logan growled then cleared his throat, "Alright enough with the bullshit right…Chuck and Hank are determined ta help ya physically and mentally…and don't say ya got nothing wrong with what's goin on in dat head of yours…Chuck and Jean can sense it…come on man what do ya say?"
Remy took a few deep breaths as he stared at the woman listened to her angelic voice as she sang, "Ya actually tink me goin back dere in a house full of people wit hate and murder in dere hearts is gonna help me heal…you forgetting I-be-a-empath homme…" he whispered locking eyes with the woman. "I feel shitty enough as I am now an you're tryin ta fill my head wit hope…are ya out of ya fucken mind…" he asked looking to the man sitting beside him.
Sighing Remy looked back to the woman, "All I want is ta go somewhere warm where I don' have ta worry bout some asshole trying ta murder or rape me in my sleep, wit a couple old timers an little babies crawling around everywhere…somewhere I know is safe where dey can't kick me when I'm bleedin ta death on the ground…where no one stabs me in da back…I got enough scars like dat I don' want anymore…" Logan's eyes widened a bit as he noticed a single tear roll down the thief's cheek. "Can' go through dat again…jus let me go, say ya couldn't find me…" he whispered.
"Ya know we can't do that gumbo…Maybe we should go have a talk with Chuck?"
Bobby frowned and began to huff as they could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, "What's he talking about?" he whispered.
Scott shook his head, "I don't know…"
Remy sighed, "Ya don' get it homme…I be tired…I don want ta do this anymore…forced ta follow orders, doing what everybody tells me ta do, ta listen ta every little detail dey be bitchin about…" Remy chuckled softly, "Ya know I be twenty-nine years old…My whole life I been at peace for ten years…ten fucken years…dat's nineteen years of fucken misery…an I nevah complained so guess what I'm gonna start." Remy grinned and stood up, "I ain't goin back…I be through wit being controlled…" he took a deep breath and mock saluted the man, "See ya homme…" he smirked as he walked up the aisle, the moment he passed Bobby, Remy quickly slapped him upside the head, and continued on his way outside.
Logan chuckled softly, "How did I know that was going to happen…"
Scott stood and walked up to Logan, "What was he talking about we didn't hear much…"
"Oh yeah what did ya hear?"
"Someone trying to murder him in is sleep?"
Logan sighed, "Probably his childhood…Hank says Gumbo most definitely grew up in a shitty place…which is why he never talked about it in the first place."
"Well that doesn't…"
"Shut-up Bobby…stop making excuses…" Scott hissed.
"So what we just let him leave?" Bobby frowned as he looked at the door as it slowly closed.
"Nah…you two go back to the mansion and talk ta Chuck…I'll follow him." Logan sighed.