The blade had nicked me, but they were definitely the worse for the fight. I grimaced, this was not going to go over well with Jean-Luc; wait a minute. Why the hell did Jean send me out at this time of day anyway? Was this whole thing a trap?
I swayed, normally I wouldn't be tiered for hours and hours on end, but this wasn't normally; normally I was in and out in a flash, before anyone even knew I was there. Something was wrong though nothing was making sense, my head was a jumbled mess, and my vision was a little fuzzy.
With a whispered prayer to whoever was listening and simply felt myself fall away. I arrived on what sounded like a shipping dock or some kind of warehouse, I felt my brother not far away.
I screamed. I felt something almost hit me, the air heating exponentially. I felt the eyes I kept hidden whirr to life, everything shifting from black to the clear vision of a snipers scope. I saw, for the first time in months, usually I don't turn them on, takes way too much energy for something that I could do without my eyes since I was born. I flipped backwards onto a barrel to avoid a fire ball, and jumped to the roof of one of the storage units to avoid some red blast. "Remy! Tell the damn goons to shut up! " I took my mind off of the battle for a second, that was a bad idea. Something hit me, my eyes gave out returning me to darkness once again.
"Regan?" I heard my brothers voice, I reached towards him, even though my mind was slipping away.
"Damnit, who's with you Remy?" I asked before I blacked out.
I woke up in a room that wasn't my own, and I panicked. A scream tore out of my throat, where was I? I couldn't sense anyone around me, and that was what was scaring me the most. Who were they that they weren't afraid of me? Or that they didn't need me to be guarded?
"Calm down child. You are not in danger here." a calm voice told me.
"Yeah right, everyone wants something, so it depends on your definition of safe." I responded, my sophisticated sixth sense scanning for any and all ill intents. "where's my brother?"
"Brother dear? What brother we found you in the middle of one of our battle zones." I was cursing in my head, there was no way this could be good.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly, my power making my fingers tingle as I readied my defenses.
"We are the X-men, and we were wondering how you got to that shipping dock." A collected male voice asked me, immediately I ran through all the big people in the world and connected the voice to Professor Charles Xavier head of the Xavier institute for Exceptional students. I ran through everything I knew about him, which wasn't much that was even known about him, he was a private person. I couldn't even read his voice to see what answer he wanted.
"I want Remy." I whispered, my minds organizational works closing me off; I was vulnerable.
"Who is Remy dear, if he's in the city we will find him." the professor said comfortingly.
"Remy LeBeau. I wan' Remy." I whimpered.
Footsteps raced out of the room, I was too far into my own mind to care. The puzzle that I spent countless hours tending to had come undone again; painstakingly I sorted through, dice rattled in my hand, I hadn't noticed how I took it out. I smiled as I rolled snake eyes time after time, my fingers scanning the dice to double check common knowledge. A footstep came from where I assume the door was, they didn't identify themselves, their footsteps were too quiet; without even thinking the dice had flown from my hands, I assume the person dodged my weapons because there was no wet thunk of weapon sinking into flesh.
"Like, whoa. I just came to see how you were doing." I ran the voice through my newly reconstructed data banks, Katherine Pryde or Shadowcat.
"Ah that's how you dodged," I smirked, I pulled a second set of dice from my pack and began rolling once again.
"What are you like doing?" She asked sitting in the chair beside my hospital bed.
"When the Devil rolls, no matter where the dice land the Devil will win." I whispered watching as the three dice pattered down, 6-6-6. Katherine shifted away from me slightly. "Hey Kitty, want to test your luck?" I asked, feeling slightly more like myself again.
"Dear, we found him. He said he'd be here as soon as he could." The warm voice from earlier said, I couldn't identify it.
"Would you mind telling me what your name is?" I asked politely, adding another name to my lists another set of information to my data banks, after all knowledge is power, and in my world you take power from wherever you can find it.
"I'm sorry, my name is Ororo. And yours dear?"
"Regan, petite? Are you alright?" Remy was here. He ran his fingers through my hair, I felt him run his fingers through my hair before I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.
"Shh, shh, its ok, its ok. I'm right here." He kissed my cheek, I felt myself calm down instantly.
"I'm not okay anymore. I'm not. Nothing is ok anymore, nothing. I can't take it, I can't, I can't, I can't. Those damn rippers and Jean-luc ain't any better. Henri and Merci ain't living at the stronghold no more so I ain't got nothing. Don't leave me again. Please, don't make me go back." I knew I sounded pathetic, but I couldn't help it my mind was still falling to pieces I was having problems even trying to put it back together. I felt my hair flashing through colors and styles so fast it probably looked like a blur of opal, the voices began whispering again. I screamed, accusing, angry, sad, begging, pleading, I couldn't take it.
"Just Leave me alone!" I screamed, clapping my hands over my ears, the voices began to recede, becoming nothing more than a soft humm.
"Cherie, here." Remy handed my deck, as I turned over each card I put the memories that filled my head into their own card. I was shaking the voices hated me. It was a mutual feeling. I found myself turning the empty joker over and over in my fingers, grimacing as I felt yet another energy enter.
"What the hell is with people entering unannounced?" I asked just loud enough for them to be able to hear.
"Both of you are unknowns here, I need to make sure you don't try to do anything that would cause harm to our students, and I needed to make sure that she is alright." a man said, I analyzed his voice, Mr. McCoy, a teacher before now known as Beast.
"My name is Regan, you don't need to call me a she." I said attempting to calm myself down there were too many signatures still lingering in the air, scents also clogged the air bleach, blood, adrenalin, and something halfway between anticipation and fear. It kept putting me on edge it smelled so much like my room, the room I cleaned so meticulously I made hospitals look filthy. I couldn't stand the smell of blood, I couldn't stand myself, the scent clung to my skin, the scent of death. "So can I leave?" I asked the skin on my arms was beginning to crawl.
"No I'm afraid we're going to need to keep you for overnight observation." Mr. McCoy told me, I flinched the though of spending a night in this room made me feel sick.
"Can I at least stay in a different room?" I pleaded, I wanted to pretend to be strong, but the scent was getting to me. "I can't stand the smell of blood." I whispered. He looked at me strangely,
"It doesn't smell like blood in here it smells like chlorine and bleach, cleaning chemicals." I glared at him, my brother backing up slightly as my hair charged with electricity.
"Well I smell blood. And it's starting to bother me." I hissed.