Chapter 3

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Authors note: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, we just had our opening weekend of South Pacific, and I was Bloody mary. And if any of you don't know who that is you are, "Stingy Bastards!!" That's like one of my main lines. I love it.

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For all the french bits, just look them up on intertran. I've found that it can be quite confusing if one types the translation right after the sentence and/or paragraph. So, I've decide that this is easier.

aaannnnddd...onto the show!

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Now, all of the sudden, very weary of the world, Charles Xavier cradled his head in his hand as he spoke somberly into the phone,

"We are too late".

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As Kai listened to those words, she felt a stab of pain shoot through her heart as she saw an 'echo' of her vision. Usually the echoes, flashbacks of previous visions, resurfaced while she slept. But, considering the emotional ties to this precognition, she wasn't surprised when she felt the after-effects of it now. She took a deep breathe. Running her free hand through her long hair she said,

"Charles...we have to do something. We can't just give up on them."

"We won't give up on him, Kai, I've already contacted Ororo and Logan. They'll go after him; they'll bring him back home."

Kai didn't miss the use of only Scott's name. He should have known better than to try and get that past her.

"What about Jean, Charles. We are going to try and save her too?" She asked incredulously. "We can bring her back, I know we can!" Her jaw tightened and she shook her head as she began to realize, he wouldn't save her.

"You're just going to abandon her?!"

Charles took in a deep sigh," Kai-"

"God! Just like old times, huh Chuck!" She sarcastically exclaimed through the telephone, "You're just gonna let her rot down there and die…Just like Daniel! God! She's practically your own daughter!" She exclaimed. She knew that it was a bad idea to contact him again. She knew it! She should have just acted on her instincts and just taken care of it herself.

He tried to break in," Kai, you know what has taken over her, you know first hand what she can do! Trust me, I will try-"

"You'll what, Charles, you'll try to save her?" She bitterly scoffed at that. "Where have I heard that before!"

Charles remembered that day she was alluding to all too well. It was the day when his best friend betrayed him, when several students left him, and when he had made a fatal mistake in trying to save one child, which cost him the life of another.

Charles knew that she was past reasoning with, but still, he had to try.

"Kai-"

"You know what Charles? You go ahead and do what you have to do", she cut in, dangerously quiet.

"And I'll do what I have to". And with that, she pressed the END button on her phone. She stared at the phone for a long while. To the naked eye, it would seem as if she were a statue. But, in all reality, her fingers were clenched so tightly around the phone that they turned white and her lips were trembling with rage. Suddenly acting upon that rage, she threw the phone across the room with an enraged yell. She threw it so hard that it smashed into a hundred different pieces and scattered across the floor. Then, quicker than humanly possible, she erased all traces of herself from the loft, grabbed her things, and ran out the door.

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Charles Xavier slowly put down his phone, sighing deeply.

Ororo? He called out mentally, Have you caught up with Scott?

No, Charles. She communicated back. He took the only bike with the specialized engine. He's long gone. Ororo walked up the steps to go back inside. As she opened the door she sent a message back to the Professor,

Professor, What exactly is happening with Scott?. She walked through the main entrance way, waiting for an answer.

Professor?

Come to my office Ororo. Bring Logan in with you.

Ororo didn't like resignation in Charles' voice. She turned around and walked back through the main doors. Hurrying past the steps and jogging down the drive, she looked around for her wayward colleague.

"Logan?" She yelled out across the lawn.

"Yeah, 'Ro?" Ororo heard from behind her. She turned around,

"Logan, the Professor wants to-". Storm stopped short, taking a closer look at her friends face. His once vibrant, hazel eyes were now dull and weary, the skin around them a bit red, as if he were just crying. She looked past him, to the direction in which he was coming from, and knew what the problem was. He had come from the memorial.

"Logan. You can't deep blame blaming yourself for Jean's death", she said gently, her hands grasping his upper arms. He looked away from her eyes. He couldn't bear it, it was as if she saw right through him.

"No, don't look away from me Log-".

"What did the Professor want", he quickly cut in. He wasn't into all that mushy shit, he'd always just pushed past the pain, brushing aside any consolement or pity. He hated when people looked at him with pity. So, he'd do what he'd always done, ignore the pain.

Ororo sighed, knowing that she'd never get through to him. The only thing that would help him would be time. She let go of his arms," He's going to explain what's going on with Scott, and why it was so important to stop him".

Logan slowly nodded, taking the information in. "Well, lead the way".

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A lone rider could be seen on a dark motorcycle, riding down the deserted streets of the French Quarter. Kai slowly rode her black Honda EVO6 down an empty alleyway, careful not to run over the passed out tourists and street bums left over from the revels of Mardi Gras. She kicked the stand out and sat her baby down as she quickly scanned the darkened alleyway, making sure there were no surprises laying in wait. With a determined look on her face, her golden eyes honing in on the balcony of the third floor, she quickly scaled the wall next to her. Leaping over the railing on the third floor, she landed in a crouch. She slowly stood up and very nonchalantly walked straight through the french glass doors.
She had the quick chance to glimpse the sparsely decorated room, before she was roughly kicked to the floor and held down by a pair of sinewy arms. But, by unlucky chance for her captor, he had inopportunely positioned himself. Without blinking, the thief swung her legs around his body, jerking his arms from their grasp, and hooked them around his head, flipping him to the ground. With a dancer's grace, Kai then flipped her body upward, catching the rogue as he fell and straddled him, virtually trapping him beneath her.

"Little trigger happy, now aren't we Remy?"

The trapped cajun squinted up at her, trying to see in the dark. Of course that was always hard when one is wearing sunglasses at night. Kai leaned down and took the offending accessory off of his face.

"Kai". The thief stated with his thick creole accent. "You gots to be a bi' mo' careful. Ah, could 'ave killed you mon chere".

She barked out a laugh at that, quircking her eyebrow at him. As if she were saying 'yeah right'. She got up off him, offering a hand as he slowly got to his feet. He took it, saying," Well, Ah at leas' could 'ave damaged you a bi'".

She laughed again at that, dusting him off, "that's the spirit, Gambit". Turning away from him, she sighed deeply, "Remy...I've got a problem. I have to go away for a while." She looked out the window, not wanting to look at his face as he took the information in.

Remy looked at his friend and partner, in shock. "Kai...wha' about de Guild. Wha' about de job dat we still 'ave to do."

He walked up to her and turned her forcefully around to look at him, his hands grabbing her shoulders, hard. "We are 'bout to do one of de biggest heists of all N'awlins, Kai! What do you have to do that is more important than that!" They had just been assigned the crown jewel of all heists- The Assassins Guild's trove. Every year each guild of the darker persuasion would through a ball- a way to show off, so to say. Remy and Kai had been assigned to infiltrate the Assassins Guild ball and locate their latest prize: a rare piece of artwork lifted off one of their Marks.

She shoved the Cajun back, "Don't you think that I would know better than to leave unless it was just as, or even more important?!" She wrenched her arms away from him. "This is more important that the Thieves' Guild or the Assassins Guild, or any other Guild you throw at me." Turning around, she went and sat abruptly on the edge of the bed.

Remy's face softened as he looked upon his friend. He went and sat softly next to her, putting his arm around her, "Did you 'ave a'nother vision, mon sucrée?" She nodded slowly, leaning into him.

"Wha' was it abou'?"

"Death".

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