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Flashback
Thinking
I don't own X-Men sadly, but I own the cute little Chrissy, Mr. Ross and the evil Damien.
The heat was getting to be too much, but that wasn't going to stop Anna as she struggles to escape from the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles. Sweat starts to drip from her forehead as the cracks of the walls and floors start to get louder. The ropes loosened and Anna jumped to her feet, but as soon as she swung the door open, a wall of fire came at her. On reflex Anna jumps back and leans up again the opposite wall. Anna's breathing getting faster and faster.
Remy arrived at the burning building, not even noticing the police men around it; he starts to run into it. But he was suddenly stopped by four police officers. Remy struggles to break free from their grasps, while he yells at the top of his lungs.
"Someone migh' be in dere!"
But the men and women of the New York police department weren't listening to him as they start to pull him away from the building. Then out of no where one of the police men yells that he saw a hand slid down one of the windows on the third floor.
That was all that was needed for Remy; he threw the men off of him and jumped through one of the glass windows. Once inside Remy started looking for the stairs for the next floor and headed for them, but a support beam fell. Luckily Remy easily dodged it, among the other falling things. As soon as he reached the second floor he started to call for Anna, praying he was wrong about her being here. Because it wouldn't be the first time in his life he's been wrong and hopefully it wasn't going to be his last.
Anna's eyes started to open slowly, hearing her name being called, but her body is so weak from the lack of clean oxygen. She lets her head hit against the wall, not even feeling the pain where her head hit the wall. As she starts to close her eyes again, not even the pungent smell of rotten eggs gets her attention.
"Anna Marie Louise D'ancanto waht do ya tihnk ya be doin'?" asks a soft but firm voice.
Anna looks up groggily and sees to blurt figures in front of her.
"Mama...Papa?" she asks, not fully believing her eyes. Both figures smile as they nod their heads.
"Yer mère is righ', y' need t' get outta 'ere pet'te." Sighs the man as his auburn hair falls in front of his face. "Y' 'ave so much t' live for, don' let Christa hate y' as much as y' hated us." At that moment Anna breaks down and cries as she frantically shakes her head.
"Ah don' hate ya two, Ah was jus' upset." She cries, suddenly her shoulder becomes cold. Anna looks up and into the light blue eyes of her mother; her mother's hand is on her shoulder, that suddenly becomes cold.
"We know Anna Marie, but ya have ta survive. Don' give up, or else ya makin' taht man of yers wastin' his time comin' ta save ya." smiles the woman as she shakes her head, causing one of her blonde curls to move out of her sight.
"Remy?!" cries Anna as the realization hits her like a ton of bricks. "B..But how could he of known Ah was 'ere?"
"It don' matter cherie, y' 'ave t' get outta 'ere, because 'f y' don' y' never gonna find out de truth between Christa and Remy." Anna gives her father a confused look, but it soon fades as do they.
"Wehre are ya two goin'?" she cries in horror.
"Désolé moi pet'te, we only came back t' make sure y' stayed alive long enough." Sighed Anna's father
"Long enough for waht?" questions Anna to her father as both he and her mother are almost gone. Then just as they disappeared the floor below Anna gave out and she starts to fall.
The last thing Anna saw as she started to fall to the second floor was Remy opening the door to the room she had been in.
Truth…Waht truth? Waht did tehy mean by Remy and Chrissy bein' connected? Were tehy even real? Tehy couldn' be, tehy'd be ghost if taht were true. So waht were tehy tehn? Mah imagination? Yes, of course taht's it. Though mah imagination has nevah been taht good enough to smell or feel sometihng.
Ah wish Remy were 'ere, he knows how ta make teh pain stop. He's really been tehre for meh for de last few…
Flashback
"Remy tihnks de belle femme don' like yer paws on 'er."Before Anna stands the most gorgeous man she's ever seen and he's defending her. Why?
"Tteell Reeemii tooo minnd hhhiiisss ooownnn buusiiinesss, thhiss iss beetwween mme annd Mmyy giirlfrriennd."
Oh great the dip shit is talking, he's worst then Pietro. On a good day. Ah guess Ah should say something, don' want anyone tihnkin' Ah'm dumb enough ta be wit' tihs loser.
"Ex…girlfriend Damien. Ah told ya if ya cheated on meh again we were though and guess waht ya did? Ya went and fucked taht whore Frost!"
Ah was so close to getting free from tehe dumb fuck, but he grabbed mah arm. But luckily tihs Remy guy saves mah teh trouble of kicking teh assholes' ass.
"Tahnks fer helpin' meh, but it really wasn't needed."
"Desole cherie, but Remy is a gentlemen and can' sit and watch a southern belle like y' self get treated like dat."
Gentleman uh? Sexy. Southern belle? Brains too, Finally a hot guy who can actually say more than his name, Ah'm impressed. Now Ah jus' have ta keep mah cool.
"Wahtevah ya say swamp rat."
Opps..oh wait. He's laughin', Ah guess he lihkes it.
"Swamp rat? Remy likes it, but before we continue on wit' de pet names Remy would like to know de name of de southern belle in front of him."
Remy uh, sounds lihke a girl's name. But for some reason it fits him, though he's far from being gay. At least Ah hope so.
"Ya first."
Wonder waht his last name is? Ah bet Ah can get him ta tell meh.
"Remy LeBeau."
Damnit Ah can' hear him, let's see if he'll tell meh again.
"Remy LeBeau."
Fuck tihs stupid music, Ah can' hear him. Oh shit he's leaning in!!
"Ah said moi name is Remy."
Oh mah gawd, his breath is so warm and he smells sexy.
"Mah's Rogue."
Oh great, he's too smart. Most guys believe meh wehn Ah say that's mah name. Wehn in doubt, play dumb.
"Waht?"
He's so cute wehne he smiles.
"Well cher, Remy told y' his name, why won' y' tell him yer's?"
Oh no, should Ah really tell him mah real nahme? Hell no.
"Don't know who ya'll meet at clubs lihke these."
Awesome, he bought it.
"So cherie, wut y' want?" asked Remy motioning to the bar.
Just met tehe guy and already he's buyin' mah a drink.
"Sex on teh beach."
He's leaning in again!!
"D'accord, mais it migh' be too long of a fligh' to ge' to a beach. How 'bout a pond or a lake?"
Okay!! Wait, Ah have school tomorrow. Shit.
"Ya are a dirty swamp rat!"
Yeah, a dirty sexy swamp rat. Wonder waht he's drinkin'.
"Vodka?"
"Oui, dey ran ou' of bourbon an hour ago."
Opps, taht was me. Bettah play dumb again.
"Wehre ya from?"
He's southern, but how far south? Okay, tahta sounded soo dirty.
"De big easy, New Orleans."
He's soo perfect, Ah'm mean…oh who cares.
"Lucky, Ah've always wanted ta go tehre
Maybe ya can come with meh?
The next morning Anna wakes up, mostly because she heard someone yell. But when she opened her eyes to see the source of the noise she saw a man putting on some cloths.
Damien? Why is tehre a scar on his back?
Suddenly the guy turns to her, but she quickly closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep. But then actually goes back to sleep.
The day has finally arrived the baby should be born, the only people here for Anna is her friends Henri and his wife Mercy. Her husband Damien is of course gone, Anna would have died months ago had it not have been for Mercy and Henri. Hopefully her baby will be okay, especially with Damien as a father.
After hours of pushing and screaming Anna's baby girl is finally born, but Anna's really tired and she collaspes on the hospital bed.
"Oh cher!!" cries Mercy, but the nurse tells her not to worry. Anna is just tired.
"Wut is de petite's name?" asks the nurse
Both Henri and Mercy look at one another.
"Well Anna told moi she wanted t' name 'er Chista." answers Mercy
The nurse nods her head as she writes the name.
"Who's de pére et de pet'te's last name?" Henri walks over to the nurse and they walk out of the room.
"Wut is dat husband of mon up t'?" questions Mercy as she raises an eye brow. "Oh well, aren' y' so cute pet'te Chrissy." smiles Mercy as she rocks the little pink baby in her arms. "Y' look so much like ya mére."
Okay, how was it? Oh and if you have anything to say about my accents, don't cause I'm not the only one who does them like that.