Chapter 4
Bitter memories of broken pasts
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Authors note: Hey guys, I know that you want to hunt me down and shiskabob me in a very unpleasant way…but it can't be helped. My muse has left me and I had to move into my new dorm at UTK and start classes, and…well, I'm too pooped to pot. It's only because of Writer-Girl91's inspiring words that I am even writing this chapter.
Thank you very much Writer-Girl.
F.Y.I: I like chocolate chip. Hopefully you know what I mean, otherwise I sound like a complete lunatic right now.
Oh, and P.S. Just incase you guys forgot, I have pics on my profile, and I have a separate profile for Kai on my profile, if you want to read up on her.
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"So... Where are you going to go, Mon Amie?" Remy asked, taking what Kai had said to be truth. "I am assuming dat you tellin' me dis, means dat you are wantin' me to tell de Guilds your troubles. So, it would be very convenient if I knew some of de circumstances. Oui?" During this little speech, he got up and started to organize his already meticulous room. Occupational hazard of a good thief, making sure no one knew you were there.
Kai watched him with her wolf eyes as Remy cleaned. This was going to be the hard part, the part she was dreading. "No, Remy…I actually…don't want you to tell them". Remy put the book he was holding down onto his desk. Without turning he asked, dangerously quiet, "quoi?"
She put her head in her hands, deeply sighing, "I can't tell the guilds what my circumstances are, unless I tell them what I am, and you know them!" She stood up. "It'll turn into an all out war." She threw her arms up, "You know that they'll want to use me…and I won't be used." She sighed, running her hands through her waist long hair. "Remy… I don't want them to find out who I really am."
At those words, Remy's shoulders slumped. He turned around to face his friend. A friend he had known and loved since he was seventeen years old. They had laughed together, cried together, shared bitter memories of broken pasts, and lived through it all.
He sighed… "Kai, why can you not just stay till de end of de job? You could avoid all bloodshed then, the guild wouldn't care if you were a mutant or not." He took her head between his rough but gentle hands, "Why can you not wait", he repeated softly, looking into her sightless eyes.
Putting her hand on top of his, she replied, "Some people I know … family…they're in danger. And-"
"Wait, wait, wait", Remy dropped his hands to his friends shoulders, "You talkin' 'bout dat same family dat let your Daniel die? Da ones dat abandoned you?" he asked, incredulous. "You abadonin' de guild for dem?!" He let go of her and walked to the bay windows, staring out them with his devil-like eyes. He sighed, leaning forward against the window frame
"They're my family, Remy…what else would you have me do?" She replied softly, blindly staring out at the Orleans nightlife, next to him.
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"He's gone to Alkali Lake".
Ororo stared at the professor in shock. They had just let themselves into Charles office. Charles was staring wistfully out of his bay windows as if he wanted to redo the past. "Charles…Why would he ever want to go to that place again?"
Logan looked at the old man, waiting for a good answer. He crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrow, taking his customary stance for when he new a bullshit story was going to be thrown around.
Well? Go on Chuck, do your best. He thought, with a mentally quirked eyebrow, knowing that the professor could hear him.
'Chuck' winced briefly at Logan's comment, so openly projected to him, as he turned around to answer Ororo's question.
"I don't know, Ororo. Perhaps he wants closure. All I do know is that he might hurt himself, inadvertently or not. So, you both must follow him up there and bring him back here."
Logan snorted, "That's a load of bull, and we all know it. You know why he left, you're a mind reader for God's sake, it's your job! You just don't want to tell us."
He leaned forward on the edge of the professors' desk, putting all his weight on his hands. "I just have to wonder why."
The professor looking straight at the feral, replied, "Logan, right now, that does not matter. What matters is getting him back here, safe." He wheeled around the mahogany desk, looking at both Logan and Storm. "You are right. I have had some inkling as to why Scott went back to Alkali Lake. And I received a call this morning that confirmed it. For some time now, I have been sensing a…presence at Alkali. I had feared to even begin to hope that it might be Jean; that she somehow survived. But, I hadn't wanted to get anyone's hopes up, most of all, Scott's." He looked Logan straight in the eyes, "Do you blame me for wanting to save Scott, and everyone else, the pain of realizing a second time, that she wasn't coming back?"
Logan broke eye contact with the Professor, somewhat ashamed of his outburst. He'd overlooked, briefly, that Xavier had had to deal with as much pain as anyone else. He sighed, looking back at Charles he told Ororo,
"Let's go."
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Kai drove her motorcycle down a dark strip of highway, leaving the revelries of Mardi Gras far behind her. She'd asked Remy to come with her, but she knew he wouldn't. He loved the life he had, his family, all too much; she could understand his decision to stay. After all, she had a family once too.
Flashback
"Come on Kai!" Mal cried out as he ran down the steep hill, to the coast. A little dark-haired girl ran closely behind him, trying to keep up.
"Malek! Wait for me!" She called as she ran down the rocky slope. All around her were masses of green and grey. Growing up in the outer reaches of Washington state,, you see a lot of those colors. The 9-year old laughed as she tumbled after her twin brother, and best friend. She and Mal had lived there on a Native American reservation for as long as they could remember. Their mother was a Salish Indian, one of the Flathead tribes, who had gone to university on the other side of the country, citing the rage of the tribal elders, and had then come back six years later with two three year-olds in tow.
The two children had been inseparable from birth, never leaving a day without seeing one another. Their mother had died when they were 4, leaving them in the care of their grandmother, Ninna. Often during the summer months they would create imaginary worlds and go off and have adventures. It wasn't very hard to do, with no one but themselves as entertainment.
Malek's dark auburn head suddenly disappeared around an outcropping. Kai stopped short, "Mal...Malek?" She yelled out for him. "Mal-"She cried out as a hand quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her under the outcropping.
Mal laughed gleefully at his befuddled sister, "Ha, ha! Gotcha!" Kai half-heartedly punched him in the arm, "Jerk!" she exclaimed. Then, suddenly realizing that they weren't out in the open anymore, she looked around. They were standing in the entrance of a long tunnel! "Mal, oh look!"
Mal nodded, "See", he said, smugly, "Aren't you glad I pulled you in here?" He put his arm around his twin as she nodded, mutely. They walked around, excitedly, examining this and that, making up stories for what the cave was used for, for hours it seemed; until suddenly a soft rumbling startled them out of their revelry.
"Mal?!" Kai called out, reaching for her brother in the darkness. She could hardly see him, for he was farther into the cave than she was. The rumbling grew more pronounced and the ground started to shake. Rocks and debris fell all around them as they tried to get back to each other.
"Kai!" Mal screamed out for his sister, trying to reach her, to protect her, as the world came crashing down around them.
Going around 190 miles an hour, Kai took the twist and turns sharp, the wind gliding off her black suit. She grimaced behind her shielded helmet. She didn't like remembering the past, it was always too painful for her. But, nonetheless, the memories had a mind of their own…
An eleven year-old Kai walked down the hallways of this unfamiliar place, which she now had to call home. Kai sighed deeply, readjusting the strap of her messenger bag. Professor Xavier had come personally all the way from New York to take her to this school of his. You could say, she still hadn't really warmed up to the idea of living on the other side of the country; especially if she had to do it without her brother.
She and her brother had been trapped in those caves for the better part of a week before anyone had found them. By the time they got them out, they were both in comas. Kai woke up, Malek didn't. He was moved to a special facility that the Professor recommended called the Muir Island facility. That had been five months ago. She had never been away from her brother for that long. Her feet eventually walked her outside to a secluded part of the gardens. Making sure no one else was around she dropped her bag and quickly took her clothes off and folded them into it. She breathed slowly in and out before taking off into the woods, running as fast as she could.
She had always liked to run, but after she got out of the hospital, she found she could run much faster than she used to. In fact, she could do a whole lot more things than she used to. As she ran through the forest, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Leaping off a log and stretching her arms out forward, as if she were doing an aerial flip, a light glow seemed to surround her as she transformed…
Landing on the ground, the wolf took off running. Running Free.
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Okay guys there was the next chapter. I hope you liked that little flashbacks. I'll be putting flashbacks periodically throughout the story so that you can learn more about Kai's past, and why she is the way that she is. Anywho, to all those Logan lovers out there: Do not worry, the whole logan/oc stuff will come soon, though not too soon. I need you guys salivating first. Hee hee.
The more reviews I get, the more I will be motivated to write.
-R
