++++++ Three chapters today...on a role.
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Five
"GOOD MORNING!"
"Fuck off," she muttered, underneath her covers.
"Sally get up!" He yanked the covered off her, letting the cold air in. Wade giggled. "Sally's got tiny bewbs."
"It's Gaia!" she hissed. "And fuck off! MUM!" Gaia screamed at the top of her lungs.
Shelby stuck her head in from the hallway yawning her head off. "Wade leave her alone. No fourteen-year-old wants to have their dad making fun of their boobs. Come on honey, we've got a couple birthday surprises for you."
Gaia grumbled under her breath and got out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of underwear with a shirt that said Suck it on it in big black letters. She rubbed her eyes and went to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Sitting on the bench was a bunch of presents for her which she ignored for the coffee and to get Chaos some meat from the fridge.
"Open this one first!" Wade grinned. "I wrapped it myself," he said proudly.
He pushed forward a box wrapped in Dora the Explorer wrapping paper with a handmade card on the top. She picked up the card and laughed a bit at the childish crayon writing inside. "Dear Sally, happy birthday, love mummy and daddy?" Gaia read. "There's a little picture of dad as a stick figure decapitating someone. Cute, dad."
"I did it all by myself," Wade boasted. "Now open the present."
Shelby nodded. "It's true, he did."
Gaia unwrapped the Dora the Explorer wrapping and raised an eyebrow at the shoebox in her hands. It was heavy. She sat it down and lifted the lid off, her jaw dropping a little. "Are these for me?" she gasped, picking up the two Beretta M9's out of the towel they were wrapped in.
Shelby nodded. "Yup." She sipped her coffee and watched Gaia check the magazine. "Now tell me the parts of the gun before you even get to take them anywhere."
"Slide and barrel assembly, receiver, magazine, recoil spring and recoil guide," Gaia repeated. "Not like we haven't done it a million times since you agreed to teach me how to use a gun." Ever since Gaia had entered her teens Shelby found herself with a new kind of inner calm. Teenagers man.
Shelby nodded. "We just want you to be safe. Tradition is you have to name them. Your father has Heaven and Hell, I have Rage and Redemption."
Gaia paused. "Well…I christen thee, Solace and Solitude," she grinned. She put the handguns back in their shoebox as Shelby slid over another bag. She recognised the expensive wrapping and the cursive handwriting. She peaked inside, "what the hell is that?" Gaia asked, picking something leather out of the bag. "Aunty Domino's turning me into a hooker?"
"That and the guns and the next present are tied all in together," Shelby told her.
She handed her a piece of paper and Gaia opened it seeing a name, a photo and a bit of background information. "Aaron Mason?" she frowned.
"He's all yours, sweetie," Shelby grinned, "we're taking a little holiday to Montreal."
Gaia's eyes lit up. "You mean-?"
Shelby nodded. "Kills yours-45% of the fee goes to you kiddo."
Gaia jumped up and down in glee. She bounced over to Shelby and hugged her. "Thanks mum!"
"Hey!" Wade pouted.
"Thanks dad!" she grinned, bouncing over to him.
Underneath the mask he was grinning. "Makes a dad proud when his daughter's going out to kill for the first time." He sniffed. "I'm gonna cry." Wade burst into tears and took off into the next room to wail like a banshee.
Shelby patted her shoulder. "Flight leaves this afternoon. Sure you're up to this?" she asked.
Gaia nodded. "Yes!"
"Good," Shelby smiled. "Go shower and get changed. You're meeting Hannah and Alice at that music festival thing. I'll pack the girls and your stuff. Be back by four."
"The girls?" Gaia frowned.
"Solace and Solitude," Shelby answered. "Go…have fun…tease some boys."
Gaia grinned. "Consider it done. Later mum."
-XXX-
"This music festival blows," Gaia muttered, walking along the edge of the crowd. Her friends Hannah Lee and Alice Connor had ditched her when they found some guys to go party with so it was just her. So she decided to make her way back home, excited for her first paying job.
"Excuse me, miss?" A voice pulled her out of the thoughts in her own head. Standing in front of her with some brochures in his hands was a young, well-dressed man with his hair parted. Beside him was a friend.
Gaia shifted in her spot. "Um-not interested," she answered.
"You're a hard girl to track down."
Gaia froze. Standing in front of her was David…he had a few greys but it was still him. Her eyes darted around, there was only four of them-all she had to do was get to the alley behind the house and she's be safe.
"I'm sure you remember me," David smiled. "But how could you possibly forget, Goddess?"
One of the men to her left stepped towards her only for her hands to erupt into flames. It shot up her arms like a glove. "Don't call me that."
"But it is what you are," David smiled, stepping forward to cup her face. "Look at you…so beautiful…such a fine young woman-"
Gaia grabbed each side of his face, burning her hands into his flesh before she kneed him in the balls. When he fell to his knees screaming, Gaia kicked him in the head. She shot up and vaulted over his head, running along the street.
Gaia almost got to the end of the street when she was suddenly lifted up off the ground. In a panic, she looked around to see a woman with a tangled mass of red curls lifting her onto the roof. "I had it, in case you didn't notice," Gaia snapped at Jean.
"De là où je me trouvais qu'il ressemblait à vous en aviez besoin." The speaker was a teenager, a few years older than Gaia was with shaggy brown hair and a cocky arrogant smile on his face.
"Est-ce censé me impressionner?" Gaia asked him.
He smirked. "You speak French, mon cher?"
"Surprise, fucking surprise," Gaia muttered. "Who the hell are you?"
Jean smiled. "This is Gambit-"
"Taking the training wheels off, huh?" Gaia asked him. "Well I hate to stay and chat but I have an appointment."
"Going out of town?" Jean asked.
Suddenly it clicked in Gaia's head. "Ah-I get it now. Bring the cute guy along and present your sales pitch without mum and dad around?"
"Mon cher thinks I'm cute," Gambit grinned.
"Don't think, you'll hurt yourself," Gaia snapped.
"What just happened is just an example of what's going to keep happening if you continue to stay," Jean sighed.
Gaia rolled her eyes, she twirled her finger a little and Jean's hair caught on fire. "That's just an example of what's going to happen if you keep bugging me-next time I'll take the whole head of hair, not just half of it." She closed her fist and the fire vanished leaving Jean with a smoldering hair. "This is the last warning."
Gaia walked across the rooftop and jumped over the little gap.
"I like her," Gambit chuckled, watching Gaia run across the rooftops.
++++++ So I've taken some liberties with ages here-Remy in my fic is four years older than Gaia. Makes the age gap less weirder.
French according to Google:
(I hope I got it right and I hope that Google got it right as well)
De là où je me trouvais qu'il ressemblait à vous en aviez besoin
From where I was standing it looked like you needed it
Est-ce censé me impressionner
Is that supposed to impress me
Mon cher
My dear ++++++