*Sigh* and to the never ending sadness of me i do not own anything involving marvel...SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY! BUT! I DO own Andrea/Mimic!!!!!
"Forgotten Ones- This is Their Story"
Chapter 1: First Encounter
-12 years prior and 2 years before the Institute-
Early in the morning two lone figures are walking through what looks to be a forest, just a couples miles out of Bayville New York. Soon discovered the two figures are both looking to be teenage girls around 14 and 15. They soon arrived to a mansion, with a sign in the front that said "Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters"
"Is this the place?" Asked the younger one
"Yea, I think it is" Stated the older one, in an emotionless tone. They soon left, one looking back with a pained expression wishing, it could be there home but knowing it wasn't the right time. When she had first had heard about the institute she had been so excited, but also incredibly angry. She had been jealous of all the other mutants who could go there, and she couldn't. She couldn't because she didn't want to endanger anyone else… Jumping from one town to the next as well as being on the run didn't exactly make it the ideal time to go there, or so she had thought. So on the run again they left Bayville, knowing that they'd never get the chance to go there….. Or so they thought.
A couple hours later, they had snuck onto a train and were currently working there way to New Orleans. Unfortunately, they got caught…..again…..
"It wasn't my fault!" They younger cried, trying to sound sorry. "It was da dudes fault!"
"Ya…right… and where is this 'dude?' you speak of?" Said The older one with a smirk (that obviously said 'I don't believe you') on her face…as usual….
"Well….mleh!" The younger retorted.
"So immature, aren't we sister dearest?" The older said with that stupid little sassy tone…that got used on me MANY times….MANY!!!!
"So, da dudes gone…..he scared the crap out uh me! He like came out of no where!" The younger said in her defense.
"I'm sure he did…whatever" Came the older ones sarcastic tone. Little did they know not knowing who this mystery man was would cost them a lot later on……
As they finally made it to New Orleans 2 weeks late, they were both CRANKY, tired, HUNGRY, dirty and in need of place to stay for the night an argument was bound to erupt, no?
"WHY did you HAVE to choose New Orleans during MARDI GRAS?!?!" The older one stated furiously.
"Cause it was my choice, we'd be safe here in case everything goes whacko again, cause everybody is dressed up weird durin' it, AND there's a special day comin' up….." The younger one started out strong but slowly started trailing off.
"And we would we be safe here, Pedro?" the older once asked monotonously, not bothering to refer the very last phrase. The special day just so happened to be her birthday….but she pretended not to care.
"Don't call me Pedro, Treenie!! UgH!"
"Fine. I won't, but don't be making me use my 'abilities' if we get in trouble again. Got it? I've had enough."
"Yeah, Yeah, fine. Let's just find some place to eat!" and the duo started walking away.
"I know of a good place, Mademoiselles….if you are willing to trust me." Says a voice…and it was thick with that southern, but Cajun accent. The two had walked by an alley and stopped when they heard the voice. All you could see what a mere silhouette of where the voice came from in the shadows, and glowing red eyes.
"And who are you supposed to be? Some dude who uses old pick-up lines? I've heard it all, Bub, and I'm not interested." The older girl replies, crossing her arms.
"Consider me a friend, chéré. I wish to help you and your sister." The stranger says, stepping out of the shadows. He wore a long, brown trench coat and was shuffling a stack of cads in his hands.
"HOW DID YOU KNOW WE WERE SISTERS?!?!" the young one asks, completely flipping out over the fact that he knew they were related. "I mean…..What makes you think we are sisters?"
"Your eyes give it away, mademoiselle." He says. "The people around here call me Gambit. What may be the names of the two lovely women standing before me?"
"I'm called Stealth. Hope you don't have a problem with that." The older girl states, trying her hardest not to blush and ruin her "emo-girl" image.
"Ah, one that is quiet amongst the shadows, I presume. It is an honor, mademoiselle" Gambit says, taking her right hand and planting kiss on it. Once he released Stealth from his grasp, Gambit turned his attention to her sister.
"I'm Mimic…and I think you're a creeper."
"Bonjour, Mimic. It is an honor." He says, trying to repeat the gesture on her hand, ending up with her almost slapping him and him raising his hands in surrender. "Come with me. I have 'connections' at a nearby diner." And Gambit begins to walk away, the two girls not far behind him. The diner wasn't far, but it took a bit of time. Parades for Mardi Gras ruled the streets of New Orleans at this time of year, so it was only natural to be stopped on the way. Stealth kept her fists clenched, just trying to keep her "gifts" in check. Ever since they left their home in Canada, her emotions went null and her abilities kept threatening to reveal that she was, indeed, a mutant. Mimic tried to be herself and tried to cheer up her older sister, but her attempts to do so were failing.
"Yo Bamgit, where the heck is this place you talked about?" Stealth asks.
"Au chéré, we are here now….and its Gambit." Sure enough, they were standing outside the doors of Le Junction and Gambit had opened the door for them.
"It's a dump! You expect me…to go in there…with all those whackos?!" Mimic states, pointing to herself then to inside the door. She heard Stealth growl, and then jab her ribs. "Ow! Don't do that!" she shouts. Gambit chuckled and motioned for the girls to go inside. Once inside, Gambit led them to an empty table in the back. Stealth noticed a bar nearby and went over to it, not caring to even sit down.
"What can I get for you, miss?" the bartender asks, seeing her sit down on the open stool.
"I'll have a Ginger Ale, lots of cherries and lots of ice." She says. "Make it a tall glass. I'm parched." And the man went to work. He was tall, probably about 5'8 or so, and he had a muscular build. He poured her drink and placed 6 cherries amongst the ice. Placing the drink in front of her, he opened his mouth to name his price when a gruff voice spoke up.
"Put it on my tab, Jake. I'll take of it." Said that man sitting next to Stealth. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see another well-built man sitting next to her with a black leather jacket on.
"Great….another freak show offering me something" Stealth thought. The man called Jake said nothing more as her went to attend to his other customers. She slowly took a large swig of the Ginger Ale. It fizzed in her mouth and it had a slight cherry essence about it. Ginger Ale was her favorite drink, and nothing could compare to it.
"So what are you here for, kid?" the man next to her asked. "You look like some kind of runaway…and a kid your age shouldn't be in this place. Its too dangerous if you ask me."
"I'd rather not talk about it." Stealth says, ignoring the fact that he was looking at her. "And I was invited here, for your information. My sister and I were thirsty and starving, and some random dude offered to get us something. So blame it on the freak show over there in the trench coat." She snapped, and pointed to Gambit and Mimic. Gambit of course was flirting and Mimic is trying not to slap him. The man looked over to see where she was pointing and growled. He slammed down his own drink and began to stalk through the crowd. "This is gonna get real interesting......"
-With Mimic and Gambit-
"Do it again!" Mimic demands excitedly. Gambit had been shuffling cards and pulling out Mimic's randomly chosen card. "How do you do it, Gambit?! Tell me!!"
"A magician never reveals his secrets, mademoiselle." He says, winking at her.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a MILLION times, STOP. FLIRTING. WITH. ME!!!!!!!!" Mimic yells, frustrated. Gambit laughs at her reaction, clearly agitating her even more.
"LeBeau!" a gruff voice growls. Gambit looked over to see none other than Wolverine stalking over to his table.
"Ah, Wolverine, my good companion! How good it is to see you again."
"I ain't your companion, Bub…But I will suggest that you get that girl and her sister out of this dump." He growled.
"Gambit is just trying to be a gentleman…unlike yourself." Gambit simply replies. "They were out on the streets and in need of assistance"
"Get them outta here before I throw you out, Bub." Wolverine growled. Mimic watched the two men bicker with interest and nervousness.
"Gambit, who is this creeper!?" she suddenly exclaims. "And what the heck do you want, creeper?! You're a creeper, oh yeah!! CREEPER!!!" she shouts. The whole diner went silent and they stared at whoever was shouting. Wolverine had enough up to this point and growled even more, clearly angry with the young girl's mouth. Grabbing her shirt collar, he pinned her up to the wall, making her eye level.
-With Stealth-
She had heard the whole exchange, and turned her head just in time to see her sister being pinned against the wall…..and the man unsheathe a set of metal claws from his right hand. Gambit did nothing except sit there and snicker. "I knew that guy was no good….Dang that Gambit" Stealth thought. Quickly jumping off of the stool, she pushed her way through the crowd.
PAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrea: HOLD UP!!! That is soooooooo not what happened!!"
Katrina: Oh yeah? Then what did happen, Pedro?
Andrea: Daddy dearest may have pinned me to a wall, but I was sooo not scared.
Katrina: Hardy har har…. Dad got you good, Pedro. Face it…."
Andrea: NO!! I could have fought back…I just didn't…You try fighting back when you're exhausted, starving, and you have no energy.....
Katrina: ha ha ha….ok back to the story
PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU FAT-FACE JERK!!!!" Stealth shouted, clearing her path. The whole crowd stepped aside to reveal Wolverine pinning Mimic to the wall.
"Oh….and what are you going to do about, missy?" Wolverine asked, his voice clearly not serious. Then, out of nowhere, a random man started chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and getting the entire diner to join him. "HA! You must be joking! How are you supposed fight me?" Wolverine taunts.
"With these!" Stealth shouts, clenching her fists and revealing six metal claws just like Wolverine. "Now shut up….and lets fight they want us too, Bub…" she growled. Wolverine complied and released Mimic, only to charge forward and the young woman challenging him. The two clashed with flying claws and shouts, the onlookers cheered with excitement. Stealth kept blocking her face and body as Wolverine made his moves to attack her. Finally, Stealth made her own move for his face….only to have her claws locked in his.
"Give it up, missy. You're in way over your head…." Wolverine growled, pushing her down. Stealth's knees began to bend from the pressure and weight of her opponent and she breathed short, quick breaths in shock from the fight. Her ice blue eyes only left her opponent got a moment to look at her sister being helped up by Gambit….but that was a big mistake. He took the opportunity and pushed her to the ground fully, leaving her on her knees.
"Alright….I give….you win." Stealth says between breaths. The entire crowd had gone silent at her defeat, most of them shocked….mainly because they were both mutants.
"What are you all staring at?! We're done here!" Wolverine shouts, retracting his claws and staring back at the on-lookers. Hushed murmurs were heard as they turned back and returned to their tables and drinks. Wolverine then offered a hand to the girl on the ground. "You got some gut there, missy. Better watch out who you start messin' with."
"I don't need your help to get up, Bub. I'm independent and I can do it myself" Stealth snapped, standing up on shaky legs.
"Alright…fine. Be that way." Wolverine says. Stopping to actually take a good look at the girl before him, he studied her features and what just happened. Her hair was the same color as his, her skin tone was the same as his, those icy blue eyes seemed so familiar and she had Adamantium claws. Something just didn't add up. "Do I know you?" he suddenly asked. Stealth straightened her back and raised an eyebrow while crossing her arms.
"I doubt it, freakshow. Why do want to know?
"Your eyes and those Adamantium claws….."
BAM! Wolverine felt something hit him in the back of hid head. He spun around angrily daring the person who did it to fight him, but all he found was the girl he had pinned to the wall, looking extremely ticked off, and a nervous Gambit.
"Don't You EV-ER do that to me again, got it bub?" Mimic snarled angrily, to other people sounding almost just like the man. Not only that, but her eyes looked just like his. Things all of a sudden started shaking and some start floating.
"Take it easy, kid. I didn't mean it."
"NO YOU DIDN'T, CREEPER!!!"
"You just had to do something, didn't you? Now you ticked her off!" Stealth snaps. "PEDRO!!!!"
"WHAT?!?!?" Mimic shouts, her entire body fuming with anger. More things starting floating and her eyes get this glow-like tinge to them.
"Let's Go. There's been enough damage done already. Something tells me we're not welcome here anymore." Stealth says, turning and walking away to the door. Mimic calmed down rather quickly and followed her sister out the door, people staring at them as they went. Wolverine stood in shock as he watched the two girls go. Gambit attempted to follow them, but Wolverine grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
"Don't even think about it, Gumbo. I'll take care of this one."
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GASP! who is the mystery man on the train??? why did i leave a cliff hanger???? Why am i saying these things?!?!?!?! haha, i'm overly tired......thanks...Oh ya and thank you to my lovely reviewers and my Dearest sister, who helped me write this............. Give a round of a pplouse to Mystica Prime!!!!!!!! Take a bow (she bows dramatically) Ok ok that's enough, G'NIGHT YA'LL!!!!!!!!!!!!