Chapter 5
A strong psychic backlash travels through the mansion, knocking those closest to the source off their feet.
Moments later an emergency meeting is called by Xavier.
There aren't many people in the mansion today, but there are enough to call a meeting of the highest urgency. Remy promptly ignores the call to the briefing room not once, not twice, but three times. He may have to spend a month here, but he doesn't see why he has to co-operate with anyone, especially when he has this gut feeling that he doesn't want to go wherever this meeting might take him.
"Remy."
Remy ignores the African accent that comes from the other side of his door. He closes his eyes and lowers his head to his hands. He is tired of people calling his name for this stupid meeting. Even before the backlash he's sure someone had been calling his name urgently.
He really doesn't want to think about what it might mean.
The door to his room opens and Remy curses. Why hadn't he locked the damn thing earlier?
"Remy, we need you down in the briefing room." When Storm sees that Remy has no intentions of moving, she places her hands on her hips and glares. "Now, Remy."
Remy sighs and gets to his feet, but doesn't say a word to the woman in front of him. He doesn't ask why it's so important he be there, he's almost sure the whole thing has something to do with him. He simply slides past her and makes his way down the hallway as Storm follows closely behind.
The closer Remy gets to the room, the more he feels the urge to run; to get away as a cold sweat creeps down his neck. Something doesn't feel right, wild fear begins to work its way through him and he doesn't want to remember whatever it is he's supposed to remember as his chest tightens and he finds it hard to breathe.
Suddenly the walls are shimmering, than they begin to fade from the warm homey oak to cold hard concrete. The hallway becomes narrower and florescent lights hum overhead. It's like in his dreams, only the smells of bleach and copper are stronger; the pleas from the various doors in the hallway clearer. He can't shut them out as the voices grow louder and louder the further he walks down the hallway.
Where am I?
I want my mommy.
Please make the pain stop.
I want to go home.
Remy begins to back up. He doesn't want to go through the door at the end of the hall, he wants to turn and run as fast as he can, but he backs into someone behind him and when he turns and looks up a man towers above him smiling; he is always smiling, with sharp gleaming teeth and demon eyes that rival Remy's own.
The Boogey Man.
Remy doesn't resist, he knows there's no escape. Instead he turns and keeps moving forward, trying to swallow the fear making its way up his throat, threatening to spill out in a horrific scream. All the pieces of the puzzle are suddenly slipping into place and he's terrified of the picture they are forming in his memory.
Remy closes his eyes for a moment, trying to wake up.
It's not real.
It's just another nightmare.
He is not underground.
His pere did not sell him to the highest bidder and leave him to die at the hands of the strange man.
A voice from within his mind laughs. His own voice.
But ya didn't die at de hands o' dis monster did ya? Ya woke up in a hospital, ya dusted yaself off an' ya went about ya life as if everythin' was normal, as if ya never been ta dis place, as if ya never made dose promises ta her, ta de one person in de world ya needed more dan anyone else.
Ya. Simply. Forgot.
Of course, who could blame ya? How could ya be expected ta remember when she took away all de pain, all de guilt, all de memories.
She?
Her.
Anna.
Remy's eyes snap open, the door is unlocked and Remy stands facing her, but it's not real. She's not really standing in front of him. He knows that now. She is older than he remembers her and wearing white. Her hair is pinned atop her head, ringlets hang down to frame her face and she is surrounded by an almost blinding light; as though she is an angel. As though she is here to take him away.
That's when Remy screams.
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