AN: I finally have internet back at my place. The Character list may go through periodic updates so watch out for that. I might have them as separate chapters or it may just be an evolution in the one chapter. As for Rogue's personality in the last chapter that will become clear in this one and she is not abusive. She is a true southern woman and southern women are very protective and strong willed.
( ) This signifies a fourth wall break to explain thoughts by the character.
Chapter 6
The weeks went by uneventfully for my sister and me. Either our father or Beast delivered three square meals a day to us while we were sequestered away in the danger room so that I did not destroy everything. She did not have a problem operating at peak efficiency even without her powers. To say I felt jealous would be a rather large understatement. I struggled to move around at all without falling flat on my face for the first few days. Without my powers, I lost all coordination. It took me until that first Friday before I was able to walk around and not worry about tripping over my own feet. The moment I could walk around freely in the room from hell, it became a game of tag instead of cards.
After Beast saw us chasing each other around what was still set up as a medical room he asked if we wanted more of a challenge something I jumped at. He started running programs for us through cityscapes. Growing up in the big easy mainly around the quarter we felt at home chasing each other through the back alleys and side streets. By the end of the second week, I could free run along the ground of the city but I could not manage any of my aerial movements to the skill I wanted.
As our third week got underway, something odd happened. A little girl with blue fur, yellow eyes, and long black hair followed our father and half-sister into the danger room with our breakfast. "I don't like her none Ray." The little blue girl said to our half-sister. "Rina agrees with me that Ms. Frost is a nasty woman although she said another word but Daddy won't let me use it." This got a chuckle out of my father as he set four plates of steaming hot food down.
"Raven, Rina should not be saying those words either but her mom is a little different than most and she allows her to do things others would not." Gambit explained to the little girl. "Now all you enfants dig in before de food gets cold. I have to go deal with a sick and cranky southern bell. Ray do not ask dem too many questions about La Villa. Dey are here now and dey ain't going back dere until dey can control deir powers." He said to us all before focusing on Leonie and me. "You two please play nice with dese petites." With that, he turned and left the room.
I did as I had done with my food for the past two weeks and slowly began picking at the food, which reminded me of home. It tasted like someone who studied under Tante Mattie. The only person here besides me that could have studied the culinary arts under that woman happened to have donated his seed into the process of making my sister and myself, therefor my father must have made this breakfast. Once the food satisfied our hunger, we sat and looked at each other. I did not know what to make of the two before us. Ray or Bekka depending on which of her parents was addressing her was my half-sister so I could not lash out too much or Tante would appear and whoop me I know it. Even if the old black woman claimed not to be a mutant, I knew she must be. That is the only way she could know exactly whenever I did something that she would not approve of. Then there was the little blue girl that sat at her side. "So are you de beast's kid or grand kid?" I could not help but turn to look at my sister in confusion. That was not something you asked a kid out of the gate.
Both of the girls burst out laughing at the question. Once they recovered a little my half-sister turned to the little blue girl who still was wiping tears out of her eyes from the laughter. "See I told you dat my siblings would make you laugh." She said in her unique accent which threw me off the southern and northern sounds mixing sounded just wrong. She then turned to Leonie before speaking. "Mr. McCoy ain't her daddy but her daddy is blue. She is my cousin because her daddy is my mom's brother but they don't talk about their mom much. Mister Logan is their daddy and he hasn't been happy with you two hogging this place so he can't torture the older ones with the danger room. Although, I hear that they will be coming down later to do a powerless session, which is why daddy let us come down here this morning. Y'all need ta talk to others rather than just staying cooped down here together." She explained only irritating me more as she continued to talk.
Leonie chose to intercede before my anger boiled over and caused problems. "We are not being anti-social. It is for your safety that we stay down here. One of us could easily blow dis whole place to the moon and back." She explained to our odd sibling
"And den what is your excuse for not coming out of here?" Ray asked only to be met with a little chuckle from me.
I received questioning looks from all three girls. "Unless I am mistaken Leo here was referring to herself. If my powers truly went, out of hand den de world would be gone. At least dat is what de records say about Le Diable Blanc." A smile spread across the faces of my sisters.
"You actually read de old records frère? De heads will have your head once dey find out about dat demon boy." Leonie teased me as Rebekka started to bounce up and down. Through all this the little blue girl said nothing just watching the exchange but when my nickname came up she flinched and reached towards her wrist as if there was some comfort in the actions.
"What is de matter petite?" I asked the girl as I tried to recall her name. In my defense, it was to get attention away from me and I cannot stand to see kids upset. "You don't like what Mon soeur calls moi?" Her response was a shake of her head and an increase in her spade like tail swishing.
My half sibling knelt down before the fur ball proving that my plan worked. "Don't fret Rave. Dey are from New Orleans like my daddy and they and used to seeing different things. Dey are not calling you a demon. It is what he is called cause of his eyes. Dey are de demon twins of Le Diable Blanc." That struck a nerve in both my sister and me.
"What did you just call us you stupid yank of a LeBeau?" Leonie asked in the deadly calm and sweet voice that meant blood would flow out of someone's veins very soon. Anyone familiar with the women of the Boudreaux family fears the tone. That fear is learned rather expediently in order to survive around the short fused family.
The girl, who apparently wanted to prove crazy ran in the family along with the ability to ignore danger and even flirt with it at times (Yes I am guilty of this too), turned to my sister and smiled. "You heard me swamp witch. You are the demon twins born of my father's failed marriage that lasted all of one night." The claws came out in defense of the blue kid it seems good to know for future reference. "Now calm down before you project and wake up Rachel. Lord knows she has had to be sedated since last week when her powers manifested by copying everyone close to her. The last thing we need is her using your brother's powers if she gets close enough that would be the last thing we need right now." Rebekka ranted at us with rage covering her face as she tugged at her gloves.
I stepped in between my sisters to prevent the blood from flying, as I knew from experience that even logical arguments would be met with blades if a Boudreaux's mood happened to be foul enough like my sister's currently resembled. "Trystan, get out of mon way. I am going to kill dis little wannabe thief. She can learn de price of aligning herself as a LeBeau." Her voice rose out of the deadly cold and into more of an angry tone towards the end of her short rant. I took that as a good sign since it normally showed she no longer desired to straight out murder the focus of her anger.
"Non, I can't let mon soeur kill before Mon own eyes even if she is a Boudreaux and de yank deserves to be taught a lesson for insulting her. Don't forget dere is also an innocent petite femme with her. Do de Boudreaux now kill with kids present?" I asked slyly before continuing along a line of thought that would make things interesting. "I think dat it is only fair since she wants to join in the LeBeau family business dat we put her through some fun filled tests." I could not help the smirk forming on my face. "Why don't you call de doctor and get him to turn dis place back into La Villa, while I explain de rules of our little game to dese petites? I think I can go all out now even without Mon powers since I almost had dat jump yesterday."
Both of my sisters and the little blue girl seemed to perk up at the idea of a game. While Leonie went to the buzzer on the wall, I explained the little game of tag we would be playing to the resident Yankees. "Ok so. This room is going to transform into a small section of La Villa that we can use as a way to play tag. You can hide anywhere you want but it is mostly about getting away from your opponents. It is a free for all once the game starts. We will go easy and not use any weapons since dat would be a little unfair to de two of you. You can climb de buildings and go in dem if you can get through de locks but dere may be traps inside de places. Mon Pere programed de scenario to keep his skills as a thief sharp so be warned any building could be dangerous inside." I rubbed my arm that had a bandage around it from the unexpected surprise I found the first time I broke into one of the homes in the scenario to ambush Leonie as she hunted me.
After I finished Leonie was back at my side with an evil smirk on her face and that seemed to trigger something in my half-sister's scatterbrain. "Right, before we get started I wanted to formally introduce myself and Raven here." She said indicating the blue girl as Raven. "You can call her Rave it is her code name. My name is Rebekka LeBeau but you can call me Ray like, daddy does. I prefer it to Bekka, which is what mom likes to call me. Speaking of my mom, she wanted me to apologize about her short temper before. It is apparently a common thing for her to go through these weird mood swings when she is pregnant."
Sorry had to leave you with a bit of a hanger for once.