What was the point in trying to sleep? He had spent most of the remainder of the night tossing and turning, past events and actions rotating in his head constantly - a few times he had even seriously considered just sneaking out of the house and going off to face the Assassins alone, right there and then - but logic and reason stopped him before he could even open the door or window to the room he was staying in.
He felt a worry, deep set in his stomach making him feel nauseated and sick - and couldn't help blaming himself for her capture. If he hadn't of taken her with him, there may have been a small chance that Julien and his army of minions would have overlooked her existence in his life and she would have been at this very moment, experiencing another restless sleep or staring blankly at the walls as he knew she always did - instead of being held captive by a bunch of homicidal psychopaths.
The somewhat distant cries of an infant entered his ears, breaking his train of thought and he lie there quietly, listening as he heard his sister in-law cooing gently to the distressed child, the cries gradually diminishing to the occasional gurgle. Despite his predicament, a small smile crept upon him as he thought about his older brother and how much he had changed - they had been very close as children and only in recent years had they grown apart so to speak.
Remy remembered feeling a little resentful towards Henry for what felt like turning his back on him, but now he knew that he had just matured, grown up and moved on to the next stage of his life. Something that as a younger man, he could not understand or appreciate as yet.
Again his thoughts were immediately brought to a close as the door opened quietly and Henry walked in, closing it behind him and heading straight towards him swiftly - handing him an opened but blank envelope. Remy looked at him questioningly before taking it and removing the contents. His eyes narrowed and then widened as he read the single passage on the slip of paper and then noticed the stains of red around it.
"Found it on de doorstep jus' now. Dey know where y' are Remy an' dey want y' at de docks t'night" Henry gestured to the note in his brothers hand. Remy felt his heart jump and he promptly leapt off the bed he had been lying on and reached for his trench coat.
"Where y' goin Remy?" Henry asked in a hushed voice, bewilderedly.
"I ain't waitin', dis don't seem right some how" He replied brusquely, pulling on the well-favored coat.
"O' course it don't seem right, it's a trap! Y' go alone den y're puttin' y'rs and Rogues life at more risk . . ." Henry tried to reason, his voice raising as he watched Remy move around him towards the door.
"Den I take de gambit" He replied coolly as he made to open the door, though stopped in his tracks as somebody else entered the room.
"Henry what's goin' on . . . oh, Remy - what ar' y doin here?" Mercy asked with some surprise at seeing her husband's sibling unexpectedly in the guest bedroom.
"He stayed ov'r, was too drunk t' get home an' somehow ended up here so he stayed de night" Henry replied without falter, walking over to his wife and kissing her lightly on the cheek. The fair-headed woman smiled softly at her husband and then looked over to her bother in-law and tutted jokingly.
"Oh Remy, y' stayin' f' lunch?" She asked invitingly. Remy went to answer but was cut off by his brother quickly.
"Course he is chére. He gonna spend some quality time wit' his family non?" Henry countered, resting his eyes on Remy's resolutely. Remy gave an inward groan and smiled graciously at Mercy. Boy - his brother could be irritatingly manipulative at times.
"Bien. Well, y' boys keep it down - I jus' got de bébé back t' sleep," She said. stepping out of the room again leaving the two men to continue their conversation. Henry watched his wife disappear down the hallway before pushing the door to and turning his gaze back to his brother.
"Listen Remy, y' ain't t'inkin' straight. I know y' worried, but actin' impulsively ain't gonna get y' nowhere" He explained, staring intently. Remy sighed resignedly and nodded in understanding, running a hand through his hair and sat himself back down on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.
"Y' not told Mercy den?" Remy asked quietly.
"Non, y' know what she's like - no point in gettin' her all work'd up ov'r not'in'" Henry watched as his brother merely snorted and shook his head a little.
"What 'bout Père?" He suddenly realized his father would be none to happy to hear of his returning to New Orleans just to save some girl and cause yet another rift between the guilds. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he raised his head to see Henry standing over him.
"We don't tell him" Henry replied. The two looked to one another, a silent understanding emerging between them.
She sat quietly on the damp floor, her arms tied securely above her to some kind of pipe, aching more as every minute passed. Countless attempts to free herself had all failed miserably, her captors had obviously taken note of her last Houdini trick and had made damn sure that she wasn't going anywhere this time. The open slice on her palm where Julien had cut her, stung horribly against the dank, stale air of what she assumed was an old, unused cellar of some sorts. Her eyes felt droopy with fatigue and her head still felt like it was going to explode from the amount of throbbing, but she forced herself to stay awake - this was no time to let down her guard, especially since Julien had already told her of her fate - she definitely wanted to be awake to try and prevent it.
Without warning the cellar door creaked open and she instantly raised her eyes in alert to see who or what was entering her temporary prison. To her astonishment, none other than Belladonna Boudreaux appeared at the top of the staircase.
As she descended the steps, Rogue took the time to fully prepare herself for whatever was going to happen and pulled herself from the floor into as strong a standing stance as she could muster - watching carefully as the taller woman approached her, dressed completely in a skin-tight black ensemble and her golden hair tied back tautly.
Belladonna stood a few feet away from her, looking her up and down as though she were the most disgusting thing to walk the earth, a small side wards smirk appearing on her mouth as she noticed how beat up the girl before her was.
"Well, well, well . . . if it isn't de little bitch who ran off wit' m' fiancé" She admonished sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Ya're wrong, he ran ta get away from you" Rogue answered back insolently, getting a grim sense of satisfaction as Belles smile dropped, before she was slapped sharply across the face, forcing her head to loll to the side instantly.
"It don't matter eith'r way, y're both goin' t' pay wit' y're lives t'night!" She shouted back viciously. Rogue laughed despite herself, knowing it would wind the blond up even more.
"An' whaht if he doesn't turn up?" Rogue asked, trying her best not to wince as her cheek began to sting and burn from Belladonnas attack.
"Den I'll jus' have t' take pleasure in makin' y're death more interestin'" She sneered evilly, the corner of her mouth raising yet again in amusement as she watched her captive's face narrow her eyes.
"Yoah sick!" Rogue retorted hushed as the other woman's eyes lit up at her outward disgust. Two men appeared at the top of the staircase dressed like Belladonna, completely in black and swiftly made their way down to them, walking over to Rogue and began to untie her. Her mind screamed at her to make yet another attempt at escape, but her body felt near enough to collapse - she had never remembered feeling so weak than she did right now.
Her knees felt like jelly, her arms dead-weights - it would be futile, even if she did manage to get past the three Assassins surrounding her - she would then have to get through the rest of them above ground.
"Time t' go, it goes so quickly when y're having fun" Belle sneered at her before turning away. Rogue winced as yet more rope was squeezed tightly around her wrists behind her and was then pushed forward roughly toward the foot of the stairs - 'Ya had bettah beh theah Remy, or ah'll kill ya mahself if ah get out o' this!" She thought, or hoped as she was led out of the cellar.
Remy walked carefully along the dock, observing the area around him carefully for any movement at all - though it was difficult considering the low-lying mist surrounding the waters around the docklands, the orange glow from the street lamps doing nothing to help visibility.
Despite his outward appearance of calm, but alert - inside his heart thumped mercilessly against his chest, though he did his best to ignore it as he scanned his surroundings, waiting in anticipation for anyone or anything to come flying around the corner from one of the many industrial sized crates marring his view.
A figure came into view at the far end of the dock, near the waters edge - with a subtle inward breath he made his way casually toward the human form, stopping a few meters away from his foe.
"T'ought y' might hav' chickened out LeBeau?" Julien admonished sardonically as he watched the man send a glare toward him.
"Where is she?" Remy demanded darkly. Julien smiled wickedly before raising a hand and clicking his fingers mystically. A scuffle of feet and grunting could be heard as Rogue was brought into view, held tightly by her binds by a large, beast like man who Remy instantly recognized as Victor Creed.
He felt his blood boil as she became more visible to him, at once noticing the dried trail of blood down the side of her face and her hands bound behind her - he caught her eyes in his as she was thrown into Juliens grasp who in turn was flanked gradually by numerous other's from his clan, revealing themselves from their hiding places as did, much to his surprise his ex-fiancé Belle.
Rogue saw Remy as she was pushed forward by the over-sized creep from the plane whom she only remembered as 'Creed' - instantly feeling a pang of relief at the sight of him and allowed herself to be thrown toward Julien.
"Knew y're brot'er was crazy Belle, but I t'ought y' were at least a little sane" Remy thought aloud as Belle sauntered over to her brothers side.
"Y' know me Remy, I live f' revenge" She answered simply.
"Not gonna happen t'night Belle" The voice of Henry LeBeau filtered from behind a large crate as the man himself, along with several other guild members emerged from the misty dock, causing the Assassins to at once tense and stance themselves alertly. Each side equally matched in numbers revealed themselves, psyching each other out for what was next to be ensued. The battle had finally begun.