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Cancer.
"Gambit, When I banned smoking in the mansion, did you think I had done so
for no reason?" Beast said as he looked over charts again and again, hoping what
he saw was mearly the result from fatgue, and not what at all, what the numbers added to.
"What an excellent manner ya have, Bete." The cajun coughed. "First, Ya tell me
I got cancer, then Ya yell at me for getting it." Gambit, Remy LeBeau, had
been smoking for years, sence he was thirteen, when it was cool, when
that was all he ever saw, when the burning manifestation of his powers drove him
to needing the distracton. "How long have I got?" He said, feeding his
addiction one more time.
"Put that out." Beast demanded. "as I told you before, the effects of cancer, a mutation of it's own,
has never been fullt studied in the mutant population." Beast sighed as
he rubbed his tired eyes. "Have you thought what to tell Rouge yet?"
"Again, you only make me feel better." Gambit wheezed sarcasticly. "And the
answer is no."
"What are you going to do?" Beast looked up at the tall man.
"I'm going to see an old friend." Gambit said as he walked out to only he knew
where.
"I hope you know what you are doing." Beast thought to himself as he set
to a new task.
Nebraska.
"Ya can't get what you want all the time, Sinister!" A sickly cajun drawl ecoed
through the underground tunnle that once lay under under an old orphanage.
The orphanage that Scott Summers grew up in, the one he watched his brother
leave with new parents, the one where he manifested his powers, the one where he came
when his parents died, and in turn, died. Remy LeBeau, an orphan himself
knows this, knows the man he now talks to arranged that fate for both of them.
A place that Remy remembers to be like so many places he lay his head,
a place that makes him sick.
"Point blank, my dear boy, yes I can." Sinister dismissed his guest by
feining interest in a small sample on a slide, under his microscope.
"Unless you can offer me something I want more." The induendo sent chills
through the room, one that the artificial lighting certantly couldn't warm.
The room so many a mutant has beeged for his or her life, the room so many
had ended unwillingly.
"The one thing of me Ya don't have." Remy grimaced. "My DNA, I never let you near me long
enough to get it when we worked together." Remy basicly is the question, wrapped inside
a puzzle, wrapped inside a mystery, wrapped inside an enigma, wrapped inside a box of charm,
If he doesn't want you to know, simply, you don't. Sinister thinks himself the grand
master of all that is mutant, still some, he has so little effect.
"Why do you think I orphaned you and led you to smoking?" Sinister laughed as though
Remy were foolish not to know such things.
Remy merly smiled, as usual, he had an ace up his sleeve, for love, he carried the
hearts, to steal, whether a lady, or goverment papers, a diamons, so on, and so forth
with the spades, when he will triump, ans clubs, when he gets down to being dirty.
Remy had the clubs. "Why do ya think I have powers? You are not God, Sinister."
"What do you plan on doing with that, you fool?" Sinister growled through his teeth.
"Play a marter?"
"Mebe. Ah know, Ah die now, you can't get what you so please, you cand engineer another
me, that can counteract Rouge's abilities. No more mutants with my... Allour."
Remy grinned.
"And how did you know this?" Sinister quizzled impressed.
"You may think you plan every move, Sinister, maybe even every several,
but I'm here, in the dark, behind you, and you never even knew. Give me what I want."
Gambit sneered as the upper hand was his and he hadn't had to play his trump card.
"I'll give you what you ask, but on one term." Sinister granted.
"What?" Remy asked. "And if you want another life, find another pageboy to
to your reckoning."
"Nothing as that, I just want a small thing from Beast's lab." Sinister requested.
"I want the notes on Raychel's birth."
"Fair. But I figured you knew all about it." REmy looked puzzled.
"Let us just say, I was out of town." Sinister smiled as he regarded his most prized
specimin.
"Don't even think about it, or I'll turn your lab into electronic gumbo." Remy said as he left with
his cure. " I'll be back, and remember, I own you." The he was gone.
"I own a little more of you that you think, swamprat." Sinister thought as he returned to his slide.
End.
Cancer.
"Gambit, When I banned smoking in the mansion, did you think I had done so
for no reason?" Beast said as he looked over charts again and again, hoping what
he saw was mearly the result from fatgue, and not what at all, what the numbers added to.
"What an excellent manner ya have, Bete." The cajun coughed. "First, Ya tell me
I got cancer, then Ya yell at me for getting it." Gambit, Remy LeBeau, had
been smoking for years, sence he was thirteen, when it was cool, when
that was all he ever saw, when the burning manifestation of his powers drove him
to needing the distracton. "How long have I got?" He said, feeding his
addiction one more time.
"Put that out." Beast demanded. "as I told you before, the effects of cancer, a mutation of it's own,
has never been fullt studied in the mutant population." Beast sighed as
he rubbed his tired eyes. "Have you thought what to tell Rouge yet?"
"Again, you only make me feel better." Gambit wheezed sarcasticly. "And the
answer is no."
"What are you going to do?" Beast looked up at the tall man.
"I'm going to see an old friend." Gambit said as he walked out to only he knew
where.
"I hope you know what you are doing." Beast thought to himself as he set
to a new task.
Nebraska.
"Ya can't get what you want all the time, Sinister!" A sickly cajun drawl ecoed
through the underground tunnle that once lay under under an old orphanage.
The orphanage that Scott Summers grew up in, the one he watched his brother
leave with new parents, the one where he manifested his powers, the one where he came
when his parents died, and in turn, died. Remy LeBeau, an orphan himself
knows this, knows the man he now talks to arranged that fate for both of them.
A place that Remy remembers to be like so many places he lay his head,
a place that makes him sick.
"Point blank, my dear boy, yes I can." Sinister dismissed his guest by
feining interest in a small sample on a slide, under his microscope.
"Unless you can offer me something I want more." The induendo sent chills
through the room, one that the artificial lighting certantly couldn't warm.
The room so many a mutant has beeged for his or her life, the room so many
had ended unwillingly.
"The one thing of me Ya don't have." Remy grimaced. "My DNA, I never let you near me long
enough to get it when we worked together." Remy basicly is the question, wrapped inside
a puzzle, wrapped inside a mystery, wrapped inside an enigma, wrapped inside a box of charm,
If he doesn't want you to know, simply, you don't. Sinister thinks himself the grand
master of all that is mutant, still some, he has so little effect.
"Why do you think I orphaned you and led you to smoking?" Sinister laughed as though
Remy were foolish not to know such things.
Remy merly smiled, as usual, he had an ace up his sleeve, for love, he carried the
hearts, to steal, whether a lady, or goverment papers, a diamons, so on, and so forth
with the spades, when he will triump, ans clubs, when he gets down to being dirty.
Remy had the clubs. "Why do ya think I have powers? You are not God, Sinister."
"What do you plan on doing with that, you fool?" Sinister growled through his teeth.
"Play a marter?"
"Mebe. Ah know, Ah die now, you can't get what you so please, you cand engineer another
me, that can counteract Rouge's abilities. No more mutants with my... Allour."
Remy grinned.
"And how did you know this?" Sinister quizzled impressed.
"You may think you plan every move, Sinister, maybe even every several,
but I'm here, in the dark, behind you, and you never even knew. Give me what I want."
Gambit sneered as the upper hand was his and he hadn't had to play his trump card.
"I'll give you what you ask, but on one term." Sinister granted.
"What?" Remy asked. "And if you want another life, find another pageboy to
to your reckoning."
"Nothing as that, I just want a small thing from Beast's lab." Sinister requested.
"I want the notes on Raychel's birth."
"Fair. But I figured you knew all about it." REmy looked puzzled.
"Let us just say, I was out of town." Sinister smiled as he regarded his most prized
specimin.
"Don't even think about it, or I'll turn your lab into electronic gumbo." Remy said as he left with
his cure. " I'll be back, and remember, I own you." The he was gone.
"I own a little more of you that you think, swamprat." Sinister thought as he returned to his slide.
End.