Chapter 3
Scott and Bobby arrived at the mansion, Bobby went to the kitchen to get something to eat while Scott went to speak to the Professor, entering the man's office Charles quirked an eyebrow as he looked to Storm who was sitting on the couch. "He said he's not coming back here, Logan had a small talk with him, Bobby and I overheard the little conversation…Ah man the things Remy said I couldn't make out most of it but even I couldn't believe…" Scott shook his head having a hard time trying to come up with the words to express his thoughts on the Cajun. Not finding any he sighed, "Anyway he said he was through being controlled…" he looked to his mentor, "So what do you plan on doing, Logan's following him right now."
Charles sighed as he thought for a moment. "Remy's not mentally stable…and Hank told me that he's susceptible to the elements at the moment and can easily get sick if he doesn't get the treatment he needs."
"In other words you want him back here…"
"Yes but I'd rather he come back by his own will and not feeling as if he's pressured or forced to return…"
"Basically he told Logan that he was tired and didn't want to go through all this bullshit, I highly doubt that he'll come willingly…"
Charles sighed as he leaned back in his chair, "Ororo do you think you might be able to persuade him to come back?"
"I don't know usually when Remy makes up his mind about something it's very hard to convince him to change it." She sighed, "But I'll try…"
XxXxX
Following the Cajun's scent all the way to Harry's bar, Logan sighed as he entered and spotted Remy sitting at the bar a few empty shot glasses and a beer before him, Logan sat down beside him and nodded to Harry, the owner of the bar. "You shouldn't be drinking Gumbo, alcohol mixed with ya meds might screw you up…"
Remy chuckled, "I already be screwed up, what's ya fucken point?" he asked sipping at his beer.
Logan rested his head in his hand, "You're impossible ya know that?"
"Yes…" Remy answered plainly as he ordered another few shots then lit a cigarette.
"Woah…Harry cancel the shots…" Logan ordered, "I draw the line on you smoking…your lungs can't cut it…" Logan growled as he snatched the cigarette from the Cajun's lips. Remy glared and turned to him, "Get pissed all ya want I don't particularly give a shit…if you don't start taking care of yourself…" Logan froze for a moment trying to think of a better way in putting his thoughts to words, but failed miserably. "Look Storm's on her way over…ya want her ta see you like this?"
"Why not…Stormy knows I smoke and drink what's da fucken difference…"
"The difference is in your condition you'll only kill yourself faster…"
Remy smirked as he popped a few peanuts in his mouth, "…and?"
Logan frowned, "You can't be thinking of killing yourself Rem…"
"Why not ya'll apparently didn't have a problem with me dying, so why should I?"
"What do we have to do for you to let us help you?"
"Dat's da problem homme…I don' want ya help…yet ya'll can't get dat little phrase in ya heads."
Logan sighed he didn't know what else to say, "What are you going to do…where are you gonna go…I know for a fact that you hate hospitals and won't step foot in one of them…what you wanna die alone in the streets somewhere?"
"Why not…" Remy whispered sipping his beer, "Sounds like fun…" at that Logan began to lose his temper and slapped the bottle out of the thief's hand.
"What the hell's wrong with ya…every time someone's gonna try and give you a hand you're just going to slap it away, and tell them ta piss off?"
"Why not I usually end up being used as some fucken guinea pig anyway, rather kill myself then end up being treated like dat again."
"Jesus, Remy…"
"WHAT…not my fault I was born a fucken mutant and had ta fend for myself livin on da streets when I was fucken five…ya have any idea how many perverts wanting a go at some street trash little kid no one cared about…or how many assholes dere are out there dat didn't want a little five year old onyx eyed mutant hanging around?" Remy scowled his hands searching his pockets for a cigarette finding one he stood and left a few bills on the counter and headed outside.
"My god help me…" Logan looked up then quickly followed the thief.
Remy leaned against the building and lit the cigarette, taking in small wisps of smoke in his lungs, as he released the smoke he coughed out a few times.
"You're unbelievable you know that?"
Remy smirked, "Dat's what all the femmes used ta say ta Remy…"
Logan grinned as he crossed his arms, "Looks like someone's in trouble…" he quipped.
Remy narrowed his eyes at Logan, "Oooh let me guess it be Remy right?"
"REMY…put that cigarette out this very moment…" Storm scolded as she landed beside him. Remy rolled his eyes and glared at Logan as she grabbed the cigarette and threw it on the ground.
"What I told ya she was coming man…" Logan shrugged.
"Why do ya'll have ta be such a pain in my ass?"
"Because we care about you Remy." Storm answered her hand on his arm.
"Right…keep tellin' yaself dat chère, whatever helps ya sleep at night…" Remy sighed as he took a step forward to get away, Storm quickly got in his way.
"Remy please…return to the mansion at least until your healthy enough to be able to leave…please I nearly lost you once I don't want to lose you again…" she whispered, her hands cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes.
Remy sighed as he closed his eyes and bowed his head he was so tired, Storm quickly pulled him to her, wrapped her arms around his back his head now leaning against her shoulder, "As much as I love ya Stormy, I can't go back…" he whispered leaning back to get out of her hold, but Storm had a firm grip on him and refused to release her brother.
"Remy…why must you allow yourself to suffer so much…this is a chance for it to finally stop…" she pleaded whispering in his ear.
Remy tried to get out of her grip but couldn't find the energy, "Non it was suppose ta stop when I joined da X-men an look what dat got me…let me go Stormy please…" he breathed suddenly feeling claustrophobic.
"I will not…" she gasped, tears brimming her eyes as she listened to the fear emanating from his voice.
"Let go…" he began to struggle, "Ya don't get it…it nevah stops…" he hissed and began to panic.
Seeing how close Remy came to hitting Storm, Logan quickly grabbed Remy from behind and pulled him back, "It's alright gumbo relax…"
"It nevah stops…" Remy whispered as his legs suddenly gave out on him, Logan slowly leaned down sitting the thief on the ground, his arms still wrapped around the Cajun as he took slow deep breaths.
"Hey 'Ro can ya call Chuck ta send the van over..." Storm slowly nodded and ran into the bar.
"Nevah stops…" Remy breathed staring at the ground. "Voices won't leave me alone…can't sleep…" he continued.
Logan rested his chin on Remy's shoulder. "It's alright kiddo…" he whispered and glared at anyone that passed by looking at them oddly. Storm arrived and kneeled in front of her brother, Remy seemed dazed and didn't focus on anything. "Think he's lost it 'Ro?" Logan questioned.
"I don't know…" she whispered slowly lifting his head. "Remy?" she spoke, gently running her fingers against his cheek.
Remy didn't come to until several minutes later, slowly blinking his eyes he looked around and groaned, suddenly feeling extremely cold and wanting to lie down, "Come Remy…you have a small fever…you need to rest…" Hank whispered softly as he and Logan helped the thief on his feet, Remy seemed a bit confused at the moment, why was he sitting on the floor better yet where the hell was he? "Watch your head…" Hank advised as they helped him in the van, Storm and Hank sat beside him while Logan drove back to the institute.
XxXxX
The next day Remy groaned as he slowly began to wake up finding out that he was covered with a few heavy blankets he opened his eyes and frowned as he tried to figure out how he got back in his old room within the institute, 'Was at Harry's…den…' he sighed, "Wolfie brought Stormy…da bastard…" he growled pulling the covers away from himself.
"You know you scared the hell out of them…" Hayden drawled as he sat on his bed reading a magazine. "Storm and Hank got really worried…" he continued.
Remy rested his head in his hands not saying a word while the teen continued talking ignoring him completely. Remy had a frown on his face as he slowly got out of bed, Hayden looked at him as he walked to his dresser and looked through them, not particularly caring if the teen saw him change clothes, Remy did however tilt his head towards Hayden when he heard the teen gasp.
"Years of abuse homme…ya want my advice trust no one…" he answered the teen's unasked question. Strapping on his boots Remy then grabbed a pack of cards and left the room.
Slowly walking down the hall, Remy out of habit began shuffling his cards eyeing the students he met he glared at every one of them. 'Ya'd tink dey'd nevah seen a pissed off mutant befo'…' he smirked as he headed downstairs he quickly tried to strengthen his shields as he heard the Professor's voice.
Charles was in the den speaking to a few of his new students about a paper he wanted them to write for next week on American History, Charles stopped speaking for a moment and tilted his head to the left as he sensed the thief in the hall and continued speaking. "Does anyone have any questions?" he asked and smiled when they shook their heads no, "Very well you're dismissed…" he then turned his chair towards the door. "Remy might I have a word?" he spoke a little louder to get his attention.
Remy sighed as he rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe watching the students leave the room looking at him oddly he then turned his head to look at the telepath, "Please sit down…" Charles gestured to the couch.
Remy sighed as he entered the room walking past the couch to lean against the wall to look out the window not saying a word.
Charles sighed 'How to begin?' he thought to himself, "You're frustrated I know…If I was any other man I would let you leave this place to do as you please and I would not say a word to try and stop you…but I am not any other man. I am very sorry Remy I just can't allow you to leave you're both mentally and physically unstable…you're a danger to yourself and to others."
Remy snorted, "So ya figure ya gonna lock me up to save the others and drug me up ta save myself?" Remy asked still looking outside.
Charles sighed there was no talking sense with the man at this moment he was now convinced that everyone in the world wanted to hurt him. "That is not what I meant…"
"Non?...Then what did you mean?" Remy asked looking to the telepath. "What ya think I'm gonna be da good little thief and do everything ya say ta let ya help me get back on my feet?" He took a deep breath, "So ya can get me ta trust ya again…then when my guards down ya fuck me ovah again…is dat what ya meant?"
"Remy…"
"WHAT…didn't Wolfie tell ya I don't give a shit alright everytime I take a chance to trust someone I get fucked wit…NO MORE…Dis fucken sucks…I don' wanna feel like dis no more…" he growled kicking over a nearby chair.
"Remy please calm down…" Charles spoke calmly.
Remy chuckled, "Calm down he says…What reason would I have ta calm down…I'm being held captive by my judge, jury an executioners…"
Charles frowned for a patient man he was starting to lose it. "Stop…sit down and let me talk please…"
Remy prowled around the room walking from one end to the other, Charles could tell Remy was debating with himself in trying to figure out what to do, the telepath winced at the thought of so much chaos going on through the thief's mind at the moment. Finally after a few moments Remy calmed a bit and sat down.
"Now listen carefully, and please do not interrupt…we are not your enemy, we do not want to use or hurt you we want to help you…"
"Help…" the thief repeated.
"Remy…" Charles warned.
"Non…" Remy whispered, "I tell you what I told Wolfie…I be an EMPATH…staying here will not help me heal…it'll only make me feel like shit even more…"
Charles frowned as he took a deep breath, "This is very hard for you to accept…I know you have no reason to trust us because of your past and what we did to you…I don't blame you…" Remy quickly looked up and narrowed his eyes. "Logan told me of your little conversation at Harry's…" Charles quickly spoke before Remy had a chance too. "Now…Hank, Storm, Logan and I are the only ones who know of this…" he paused for a moment, "And that is how it will stay…I know for a fact that you do not want to talk about it and I will not force you too…" he gave a small smile, "Although I must insist that we have a few sessions to help you strengthen your shields…all I ask is that you spend an hour with me and one with Logan to help you physically, as well as a check up with Hank every three days to make sure you are healing properly…after your sessions you are free to do as you wish…" he finished and waited for Remy to process this information.
Remy thought about this for a long moment and frowned. Charles could pick up on a few thoughts as they slipped through the thief's shields, "And before you ask, there is no catch…I will not ask anything of you…" Charles answered the unasked question.
Remy just sighed and held his head in his hands he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to do anything, "It will be alright Remy…" Charles whispered in his best fatherly voice and laid a hand on the thief's shoulder and for once since the incident Remy didn't push the man away.
XxXxX
That night Remy was sitting on the roof looking at the stars, wishing he had a cigarette at the moment, he sighed and rolled his eyes when he heard cursing and what sounded like a high pitched squeak.
Hayden took a deep breath as he scurried up the roof to sit beside the thief, "How can you stand climbing up here every time you're pissed off…jeez you know I nearly fell like three times?" he whined.
"I'm a thief remember…" Remy answered plainly not looking away from the cluster of stars he was gazing at.
"What are you doing up here anyways I mean what's so interesting about sitting on a roof freezing your ass off?"
"Well first of all it was quiet until a minute ago…" Remy sighed.
Hayden rolled his eyes, "And second?"
"It be warmer out here…"
"Warmer…hun it's like below freezing…you have got to be sick…"
"I envy ya homme…"
"Why cause I got a cute baby face?" he joked.
Remy rolled his eyes and looked at the teen as if he'd lost his mind, Remy then looked forward, "Ya powers have nothing ta do with ya head…" he answered.
"O-kay…what the hell's that supposed ta mean?"
"You can't sense everyting going on down in dis here mansion…ya can't feel everyone's pain an hate towards ya…" Remy answered now starring at the tiles on the roof seeming lost for a moment, slowly shaking his head he took a deep breath and stood feeling a bit hungry.
"Hey where are you going I just got here…"
"Dis Cajun's a bit hungry he heading for da kitchen…"
"Ah come on don't tell me I have to climb back down, it took me forever to get up here…" Hayden whined.
Remy smirked, "Why don't ya use dat head of yours and use da stairs next time…"
"Stairs…what stairs?" Remy turned and pointed at Storm's balcony, as he made his way towards it. Climbing the few feet he entered her garden and disappeared within the lush little jungle heading downstairs. "YOU KNOW IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW THAT IN ADVANCE BEFORE I NEARLY KILLED MYSELF CLIMBING OUT THAT STUPID WINDOW…" Hayden yelled out and followed the Cajun grumbling as he made his way down the stairs hurrying wanting to catch up with Remy, "Hey Remy wait up…" he called.
Remy quirked an eye as he turned around, "D'ya hit ya head boy…if ya hadn't noticed I be like a plague in dis here parts…no one wants ta be near me…"
"I like to be annoying…" Hayden confessed and chuckled when Remy shook his head and headed downstairs.
"Why so ya can spy on me for Xavier?" he mumbled.
"No…wow…you really don't trust anyone do ya?"
"Not anymore…" Remy whispered.
Hayden bit his bottom lip, as he entered the empty kitchen with the Cajun and went for the fridge, "I heard the Professor talking this morning…so you're getting your first session with him tomorrow right?" Hayden looked at the thief for a moment and quirked an eye, "I take it you're not looking forward to it…"
"What ya expect I be giddy an jump for joy?" Remy drawled sitting in a chair at the table suddenly losing his appetite. "Last ting I want is someone else's thoughts in my head."
"You scared?" he asked taking out the juice and a few apples.
Remy snorted, "Remy only scared of one person homme an it ain't Xavier…"
"Just one…" Hayden smirked as he began cutting the apples, "Would that be Wolverine…cause he just frightens me, it's horrifying really…And you know some of the girls here can be kinda scary when they're pissed off…" Remy was hardly listening as thoughts of what Xavier was going to do to him plagued his mind, "Hey…you awake?" Hayden smirked.
"What?" Remy blinked his eyes and looked at the teen.
"You're spacing out man here…" Hayden chuckled sliding the plate of sliced apples towards the Cajun. Remy looked at the plate, took a piece and began to chew on it. "Are you alright?"
"Just tired…" Remy mumbled as he stood and went back to his room. Hayden frowned as he watched the thief leave the room, a few students that passed by who apparently knew the Cajun very well and looked at him with disgust, suddenly feeling extremely pissed off Hayden narrowed his eyes, the thief didn't need to be treated like that.
XxXxX
The next day Hayden groggily woke up yawning he looked to his roommate who was still fast asleep, he frowned as the thief seemed to be shivering, 'It's all in his head…it has to be…but how do you explain the scars you idiot…' Hayden thought to himself, then slowly got out of bed grabbing a change of clothes he sighed as he headed for the bathroom.
When he entered his room again he spotted Remy groaning as he slowly pushed the covers off him, "Good morning…" Hayden chirped.
"What's so good about it?" Remy breathed taking a deep breath and slowly stood wincing as he stretched his limbs and rubbed his arms to get a little warmth.
"You okay?" Hayden asked with a bit of concern.
Remy quirked an eye and turned his head towards the teen, "Why do ya keep askin' me if I'm okay?" he asked with an irritated growl.
"Well no offence but you look awful…"
Remy just stared at the teen for a moment, "No shit…" he answered his voice dripping with sarcasm as he went to his dresser and looked through the drawers.
Remy quickly got dressed while Hayden looked under his bed for his history and math books, Remy suddenly began coughing and couldn't stop Hayden looked up. Remy held on to the dresser then dropped to one knee as he tried to control his coughing with a lot of difficulty, Hayden stood the moment he did Remy stopped coughing and gasped for breath taking in air as slowly as possible.
Remy was now sitting down, his head bowed his eyes squeezed shut as he breathed deeply, his arms outstretched trying their best to try and hold his body up since they wouldn't stop shaking. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, Hayden cautiously stepped forward and kneeled down about to lay a hand on the Cajun. "Don'…touch…me…" he breathed.
"Should I get Dr.McCoy?"
"Non…last ting…I want…is…ta stay…in dat…fucken lab…of his…" Remy answered leaning against the dresser now feeling totally spent, he waited a few minutes then crawled to his bed and lied down.
Hayden waited several minutes until Remy had passed out he then went downstairs to tell the Professor, who was heading to the kitchen while having a small discussion with Hank and Scott.
The moment Charles saw the teen's worried look he frowned, "What's wrong Hayden?"
"I don't know its Remy he had a coughing fit or something…he couldn't breathe…"
Charles quickly closed his eyes for a moment as Hank was about to head upstairs, "It's alright Hank…he's sleeping…" The telepath spoke.
"Sleeping…that little episode exhausted him, he crawled to his bed he could hardly lift himself up…"
Charles frowned at this sudden news, then looked to Hank, "It would be easier for me to examine him right now if he's passed out…"
"Very well do it…"
XxXxX
A few hours later Remy slowly woke up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "Good morning Remy…" Storm greeted as she sat in a chair beside his bed.
Remy rolled his eyes as he looked to the window. "Don' ya mean, afternoon?" he yawned and put his boots on and slowly stood. Storm smiled as she stood from her seat and gave her brother a gentle embrace, he didn't try to push her away this time.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked.
Remy only shrugged as she wrapped her right arm around his left one and led him out of the room to go get some breakfast…well actually lunch. After that they headed towards the Professor's office, "Good afternoon Remy…" Charles greeted with a smile. Remy only scowled as he sat on the couch Storm sitting beside him. "Now shall we begin?" he asked Remy only shrugged. "Very well…I want you to try and clear your mind, start by taking a deep breath." Remy rolled his eyes as he leaned forward and held his head in his hands closed his eyes then took a deep breath.
As Charles instructed Remy in what to do, the telepath slowly closed his eyes and concentrated as he entered the thief's mind to help strengthen the man's shields he frowned at all the chaos strewn about, at all the blood and screaming he saw and heard, the horrifying images burned into the telepath's mind, 'My word how is he able to stay sane?' Xavier asked himself as he looked around seeing the bad memories surrounding him of Remy as a child being chased and beaten. Charles looked away as the boy screamed while he was being abused Charles turned and began forming a wall, he would deal with these in time if Remy would allow him, after about half an hour, Charles opened his eyes and took a deep breath, he needed a break he couldn't stay in the thief's head any longer it was like watching a horror movie, "My word…" he sighed then looked at Remy.
Seeing him sitting on the couch, Remy still held his head in his hands, and was now breathing rather quickly as tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to push out all the pain and hate he felt in his head at the moment, apparently a few memories had slipped through his weakened shields.
"Charles…" Storm warned not liking this one bit as she leaned down to her brother.
"I know it's too much I couldn't stay any longer…there's so much chaos…it will take time to put everything in order…" he breathed looking at Gambit as he began to panic Charles closed his eyes and concentrated in trying to calm the thief.
"Non, non, non…" Remy breathed his eyes suddenly snapped open as he jerked his head back, slamming it against the wall his arms lifted up to try and protect himself then everything became quiet as his arms slowly fell in his lap, his eyes seemed to glaze over.
"What happened?" Storm asked worriedly.
"I put him in a hypnotic state, until he's calmed a bit…I've also just asked Logan to join us in case Remy decides to become violent…" he sighed closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose.
After a few minutes Logan entered the room and quirked an eye at the sight of Gambit sitting on the couch his head lolling forward, "O-kay what did ya do ta gumbo?"
Charles took a breath and opened his eyes, "Remy was reliving his past…it was too much for him to handle."
"What was it about?" Logan asked keeping an eye on the thief.
"He was seven and being chased by two men with dogs…he wasn't fast enough…" the telepath whispered.
'Fuck…' Logan mouthed off, "Who were the men?" he growled.
"I've no idea…they weren't too fond of mutants…" Charles frowned.
"Son of a bitch…" Logan cursed out as he walked to the couch and sat down beside the Cajun, "Isn't there a day this kid doesn't get screwed with?" he asked seriously.
Charles thought for a long moment then smiled, "Didn't Hank say that Remy actually smiled when he talked about his father?"
Logan lifted his head, "Now that you mention it…yeah he did…"
"Let's see if we can find that memory…" Charles whispered and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later there was a small knock at the door, Charles turned his head and told Hayden to enter, Hayden slowly closed the door behind him as he spotted Remy on the couch, "What do you want kiddo?" Logan asked now leaning against the wall his arms crossed.
"Well his sessions are supposed to be an hour right…it's a little over an hour…"
Logan chuckled, "Ya like hanging with Gumbo?"
Hayden just shrugged, "He's not a bad guy…doesn't take any shit from anybody and he hates Bobby…besides he kinda needs someone to talk to and vent out his anger right…"
Logan couldn't help but grin, "That he does…"
Looking at the thief the teen frowned a bit, "What's wrong with him is he alright?" Hayden asked.
"I'm afraid Remy's just had a panic attack, it was too much for him to handle. I've put him under hypnosis and instructed him to hold onto a somewhat happy memory whenever he feels depressed, angered or frightened…or remembers a bad experience." Charles explained.
"So what he should be easier to talk to or make him listen?" Hayden asked.
"Not entirely it's mostly to stop him from lashing out and becoming violent, he now gets confused easily…you must remember he still doesn't trust anyone."
"Okay so basically every time he's pissed or frustrated, that memory will pop in his head and he'll gradually calm down?" Hayden frowned.
"Something like that yes…"
"So how often or how long will this go on?"
"You must understand Hayden, Remy's been through a lot since he's been born, he's kept it all in…" Charles sighed.
"Yeah I know I saw the scars…he's not gonna try and kill himself again is he?"
"No." Charles assured the teen.
"Why'd he do it anyway?"
"No one wanted to listen or wanted to believe that he was innocent…feeling all their pain and hate Remy felt he had no other choice."
"But…is he really that screwed up…I mean…" Hayden didn't want to be insulting he was just suddenly lost for words.
"In a matter of speaking yes…he was on the verge of a mental collapse." Charles smirked as he saw how embarrassed the teen seemed.
"Um is he ever gonna get over this eventually?"
"That's the problem kid, we figure he was about five when all this started he hasn't had more than ten years of peace since he was adopted, that's nineteen years of hell, he's never gonna get over it, he used to push it all in the back of his mind and hid behind one of his smiles…Antarctica is what set him off…after going through that being betrayed by his own team…he just snapped…no more…"
Hayden sighed as he began to feel bad, "Man this sucks…wait if he was happy when he was adopted…then where's his family?"
That would be somewhat complicated…from what I've seen Remy was defending himself against his family's enemy, while they were in a truce and killed the man he fought with…for that he was banished…"
Hayden's eyes widened, "You can't be serious…Shit…can't he get a break?"
"Apparently not…" Charles sighed as he turned to look at the thief sleeping comfortably on the couch.
XxXxX
An hour later Remy found himself being gently shaken awake, "Alright c'mon gumbo time for your walk…" Logan chuckled at the look on the thief's face. Remy looked around noticing that he was still in the Professor's office.
The telepath was now behind his desk typing away at his computer, he stopped and looked to the thief giving him a small smile. "Now Remy…truthfully how are you feeling?" he asked.
Remy thought for a moment as he slowly sat up, he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair, "Turned around…" he whispered shaking his head, he didn't know how to explain it.
"It's alright Remy…you just need a little time, it will get better…" Charles answered.
Logan sighed as he nudged the thief to stand, "Come on I don't got all day time for ya walk…" Remy looked up and glared at the feral, he was so not in the mood, "It's a walk not a marathon…Besides ya need the fresh air." Logan smirked as he stood. "Come on ya need some warmer clothes then that…it's a bit cold out…"
"An ya wanna drag me outside have ya lost ya mind?" Remy asked as he stood and followed the man. Charles chuckled as he could hear the two argue in the hall, he just hoped things would start to get better for the Cajun soon before he lost it entirely.
Twenty minutes later Logan let out a soft chuckle as he glanced beside him at the frozen Cajun, who was wearing a heavy jacket, gloves and was at the moment shivering, Remy noticing the man starring narrowed his eyes, "Piss off Wolfie I be fucken freezin'" he growled.
"Yeah I can see that…" Logan smirked as he looked at his watch, "Another forty-two minutes, then we can head inside."
"You suck…" Remy growled as he looked around.
Logan couldn't help but chuckle, not much was said during the walk except the usual insults and arguments and the time seemed to quickly pass by.
After his walk Remy now sat quietly in the rec-room, a blanket wrapped around his frame his chair facing the window. He stared out as if in a hypnotic state at the rain outside as it drizzled down to soak in the earth. Hayden stood at the room's entrance and watched the Cajun in silence.
Remy sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. "Ya gonna stand dere all day?" the thief asked opening his eyes and continuing to look out the window.
"No…I was just gonna stay for another thirty-two seconds…" he smirked then stepped forward, "…but since you started to talk, ya want some company?" the blue-haired teen asked, grabbing one of the big leather chairs and dragging it to the windows he sat down and took a breath. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Well Remy be too tired to move at the moment…and if it'll shut ya up later…shoot…" he drawled.
"What's it like being a thief?"
Remy frowned and turned to the teen, "What?"
"I mean is there any heist that you're famous for, are you like a beginner or and expert have you been doing this for long, how do you learn something like that?"
"Thought ya said ya had one question, what's wit da interview?"
"Told you I was annoying…and I'm curious…so answer…" Hayden pressed.
Remy narrowed his eyes a bit at the teen wondering what he was up too. "Why?"
"Are you dense I just told you…wait maybe he's trying to confuse me is that part of being a thief to confuse people?"
After a moment of silence and staring at the blue haired teen, Remy shook his head, "What ya wanna be a thief were ya dropped on ya head boy?" Remy sighed as he looked back outside.
"No…I just want to get you talking you're kinda interesting everyone else here is so stuck up…"
At that Remy actually laughed.