Crucible In Light

by Lyn E.3

This is my take on Mr. Sinister and Gambit’s relationship, as father and son, and Gambit’s trauma induced by him. Gambit joins the x-men as a last resort to keep him from the clutches of his father, who now wants to bond with him, Nathanial Essex, and is experimenting on him for the “cure” for his powers, mostly New Sun. (BOOK 1 IN THE CRUCIBLE SAGA)

1. Chapter 1:

His throat felt heavy, like it was filled with cotton. It made his tongue feel dry, like some kind of shriveled up creature, a slug or snail of some kind. He shivered.

Bright lights enveloped him, burning strange blue and green spots into his retinas. No matter how many times he blinked, the spots followed him.

He shifted his weight, feeling the frigid coldness of the metal operating table beneath him. A whimpering sound escaped his lips. Something brushed against his arm.

Murmuring entered his mind, slowly erupting over the never-ending static that filled his ears.

A gloved hand wrapped around the light and moved it away from Remy's face. He blinked frantically as the spots filled the empty space where the light was. A thin, metallic machine was put in its place.

Remy watched in wonder as the hand clicked what seemed like thousands of little thin objects into the machine, putting them in the sides, below it, inside of it. After several minutes the hand stopped and left it alone, before creeping towards Remy.

The hands brushed across his neck, placing something soft and leather-like around it. The hands buckled the leather pieces together and returned to the machine.

The murmuring started up again, and the hands placed a long, sharp needle into the the top of the machine.

He was only able to process the words several seconds after they were said. "Everything will be alright."

The hands clicked a button on the side of the machine, and it whirled, pointing the needle directly over Remy's left eye. His heart thumped in his chest. The realization hit him far too quickly.

The needle moved closer and closer, coming so close that he could no longer distinguish it in his eyeline.

He screamed as it penetrated his iris, sending shockwaves of pain across his face. He bucked and twisted, desperately trying to move away, put the restraints kept him down.

A strange, warm liquid spilled over his eye, and onto his face. The pain continued until he could feel a deep scratching rhythm at the back of his eye socket.

He sobbed loudly, feeling the edges of reality blur and slip him into darkness.