IMPORTANT DETAILS PLEASE READ NOTE IN CHAPTER ONE!
Summery: The X-men were called to the scene right after the Morlock Massacre in New York by a dear friend. When they arrive, blood and carnage everywhere is what they find, except for two survivors. One a Morlock child. The other a young man, young mutant, with critically life threatening injuries from Victor Creed. After taking him to the mansion to help him recover, some things about the stranger are unveiled. Is this man a friend or foe? And what the hell would a man like Mister Sinister want with him?
Notes!
1.) This story starts DURING the Morlock Massacre with my take on Remy getting attacked by Sabertooth.
2.) STORM IS NOT PART OF THE X-MEN RIGHT NOW! I MADE HER THE LEADER OF THE MORLOCKS IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS!
3.) Some characters might have already joined the X-men when they shouldn't have been there during this time period. One I am thinking of is Wolverine, I don't think he was part of the team at this time and Storm. If that's the case disregard my top note, but no she is leader of the Morlocks.
4.) Obviously this story is quite the mixed AU.
5.) I AM NOT CAJUN SO SINCERLY APOLOGIZE IF MY ATTEMPT TO TAKE ON REMY'S ACCENT OFFENDS ANYONE! I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN I PROMISE!
(If you have any tips for me they would be very much welcome loves)
Now, enjoy!
Remy stared up at the remaining man who was apparently called Logan, he didn't say a word just studied him quietly.
He wasn't very tall, but his build made up for that. Something gave him a feeling that out of all three of the men that were just here, this one was the most dangerous.
"I don't blame ya for being scared kid."
The gruff voice snapped him of his thoughts.
Slowly the man started to approach after he picked up the blanket he'd dropped earlier.
When the blanket was held out to him Remy eyed him warily.
"Pourquoi?"
Logan lifted an eyebrow, he had to admit he was surprised the kid was still able to move at all, he was pale as a ghost from exhaustion and likely major blood loss judging from the metallic stench that flooded his nostrils.
He wasn't stupid, he already knew what else happened, he could smell the stench of sex amongst all the blood.
Either way, the kid needed help or he would definitely die within a day or so.
With a heavy sigh he finally responded. "Tu parles anglais?"
Red on black eyes blinked at him in surprised, apparently the man knew how to speak French.
He was hoping to be able to play dumb. Dammit.
"O-Oui... Why ya' doin' dis homme? I don' have anything to give ya."
'He's a Canjun.' Wolverine noted the accent.
"Well yer pretty much stark naked kid, don't look like yer clothes won't do ya any good now. Figured ya'd want some privacy so I went to grab somethin', here." Wolverine explained once again offering the blanket to the younger man who accepted it with a shaky hand.
They remained in silence for a few moments before Logan spoke, "What's yer name kid?"
Logan placed a hand to his head when he suddenly felt like something was invading his head, letting out a small growl when he felt strong waves of unexplained fear being inflicted upon him.
'Is he some sort of telepath?'
He hated having his head messed with but either way, he was trying to keep in mind that the kid needed help.
Turning his attention back to cajun he noted how his eyes flicked back and forth between him and the murky water tainted with his own blood.
"Look kid, I'm not gonna hurt ya."
After a few moments of silence the boy spoke, "Remy."
"Logan."
The kid nodded tiredly, and the shorter man felt the feeling of panic in his mind starting to become stronger making him squirm with discomfort trying to contain himself when it became overwhelming.
He felt like he was going to lose it! This kid was definitely fucking with his head!
Just when he was about to say something the feeling of dread vanished and he heard a splash as the cajun collapsed face first into the water.
"Shit!" Logan breathed and quickly pulled the boy from the water, he was totally out cold.
"Looks like the 'will ya come with us' speech is outta the question here kid." he muttered as he carefully scooped the young man into his arms.
~ Xavier Institue (Med Lab) ~
"What do you think Henry?" Jean asked as she walked into the med lab.
Beast looked up from his patient, pulling the white sheets over his waist.
"With the severity of his injuries and the amount of blood loss, I think this young man is lucky to be alive."
Jean nodded her head and waited for him to continue.
"Lacerations all over the place. His abdomen, chest, and the most notable ones are eight trails where Sabertooth dragged his claws from his lower back all the way down his hips and thighs. He lost a lot of blood because of them."
The redhead place a hand over her mouth in morbid horror, "You don't think he…."
"The kid was stark naked with his clothes shorn on the ground when we found him Jeanie. I think it's safe ta assume so."
Jean gave Logan a sharp glare as he entered the room. "Henry?"
Beast's face turned grim.
"I'm afraid so. His injuries dictate severe sexual assault and among further investigation I did find semen in his body."
"Oh my god."
"Indeed, Sabertooth's vicious that's certain but raping a victim… a male victim for that matter…."
Logan scoffed at the statement causing both to look at him.
"Something you wish to share Logan?" Jean asked curious.
"Creed swings both ways, ya didn't know that?"
Beast blinked, "No I'm afraid I did not."
Logan took a step closer to the unconscious mutant, brushing some hair away from his eyes so he could see the black and blue that littered his right eye.
Hank continued explaining the severity of the man's injuries.
"The wounds that have proven most problems are the ones I described earlier. He lost a lot of blood and quite frankly, any other person would have died. Like most of his wounds they will require stitches, and I don't know how long they will need to heal but one thing is for certain he will be a very unhappy camper when he finds out he has to stay in bed for at least three weeks until I can make sure he doesn't tear the wounds open."
"What of his mutation, do we have any idea what he can do?"
Hank shook his head, "No, I haven't gotten to that part yet. It took a while for me to get him in stable condition. From what me and Scott witnessed, it appears as though he can manipulate some sort of energy to charge things and make them detonate. He's also got a rather unique pair of eyes. Black with red pupils. I do imagine they are light sensitive."
Logan scratched his head momentarily and recalled the strange encounter with the boy earlier, those intense waves of fear that actually seemed to transverse along to him.
'That could be useful for them to know.'
"He can do somethin' with his head."
Jean looked at him in surprise, "He's a telepath?"
"I don't know for sure darlin' but when I was trying to calm him down it almost seemed like he was transmitting emotions. I mean the kid was panicking and I was panicked because he was."
"That sounds like he could be an empath." she commented looking towards Hank who nodded in agreement.
"Was there anything else Logan?"
"His name is Remy, I was able ta get kiddo's name before he passed out on me."
~ One Week Later ~
Cyclops let out a sigh as he stepped into the elevator; he needed to blow off some steam.
Everyone was tense with the fact that they picked up someone who was amongst the bloodbath of the Morlock slaughter.
According to Storm, he was no Morlock which could mean he was one of the ones responsible for the horrors that occurred in those tunnels.
However, the young Morlock, Sarah told Storm that he saved her life. Picked her up and carried her through the tunnels. He hid her from Sabertooth then used himself as a diversion to keep her safe. He was almost brutally assaulted and almost killed trying to protect her.
Someone called his name, snapping him out of his thoughts. Just as the doors were closing he spotted the bright red hair of his girlfriend.
"Shit!" he cursed as he was too late to keep the doors open but they opened again when Jean used her telekinesis to open them.
"I called for you to hold the door."
He felt his face flush with embarrassment and she laughed. "Sorry."
"You look preoccupied. Something wrong?" she asked stepping into the elevator and selecting the subbasement level.
"No, I'm just going to the Danger Room to relieve some stress."
"Are things that tense?" she asked quirking an eyebrow.
"You have no idea." He groaned, "Time to take over for Hank?"
Jean nodded in response, a faint glimmer of concern passed over her features. He ran his fingers through her hair and she offered a sad smile.
"So how is he?" Scott asked. "Henry says there's no change. He's been catatonic for almost a week, never a good sign."
"Hank did say he lost a lot of blood, Jean. I'm not doctor, but couldn't that be a factor?"
She let out a sigh, "Normally at this point no, but then again we don't know much about him. Charles says it could be something dealing with his mutation."
The elevator let out a ding as they arrived on the subbasement floor.
"I'll talk to you later Scott, don't over work yourself."
Scott nodded, "Let me know if there's any change."
"You know I will."
~ XXX ~
"Another quiet shift I take it."
Beast jumped at the unexpected voice, he knew she was coming down pretty soon but he had to admit he did not hear her come in.
"My dear, if you can be any more silent entering a room I am pretty sure Logan wouldn't be able to hear you come in." he said adjusting his glasses.
Jean giggled, "I'm pretty sure Logan would hear a mouse in the next room Henry."
He smiled, "Indeed. He would."
"So there's no change?"
"No I'm afraid not, his wounds are healing nicely I estimate another two weeks and I can remove the stitches."
"It's not normal for someone to still be in an unconscious state after something like this."
Beast looked up at her from the medical records he'd been reading, his big eyes studying her over the top of his glasses.
"You are correct, even with all the blood he lost he should be awake by now. If he does not wake up within a couple more days I will be talking to Charles to inquire what his thoughts are on this matter."
Jean nodded in agreement and sent a kind smile, "Why don't you go get something to eat Henry? It's my turn anyhow."
"My dear I think I shall. If he wak-" he started.
She laughed softly, "I'll call for you right away."
They shared a brief embrace before he disappeared out the door.
A soft sigh escaped her as she moved toward the computer desk to retrieve Beast's notes which she found upon a clipboard.
She took her seat on the chair next to the bed, scanning the notes.
"July: 13th Caucasian Male, possibly mid-twenties, height about 6'1, weight 175 lbs, auburn brown hair. Injuries include: evisceration in the lower abdomen, deep lacerations covering lower back to inner thighs, a shattered wrist, three broken ribs, several areas patches of contusions, and signs of sexual assault." She read to herself quietly.
"July 15th: I was able to fix the eviscerated wound, patient will be sore and I would advise no vigorous activity that might cause internal bleeding. The wounds on the back of his legs have proven more difficult to deal with; they required over a hundred stitches each. I've had to watch them very closely for infection so far I have seen none."
An abrupt noise beside her caught her attention, she watched the young mutant stir slightly.
Deciding to see if he was waking up Jean put the clip board down and stood up walking around the bed to look at his vital readings.
"No…" a weak voice spoke aloud.
She looked down to see two red on black eyes squinting up at her.
"Welcome back."
He closed his eyes again and let out a soft groan. "Da lights…"
She looked at him questioningly "The lights?"
"Please...h-hurts… my eyes..."
Jean walked to the panel on the wall and dimmed the lights near down to nothing.
Returning to the young man she ran her fingers through his hair, "Is that better?"
His slowly opened again and she could see the faint glow of the red irises.
"Oui. Merci." With a bit of effort he lifted his head to look around, noting that he was in some sort of medical lab he became uneasy and laid back down.
Jean observed quietly she could see by his body posture that the medical equipment made him nervous.
She suddenly realized that there were now several emotions running through her mind, mostly centered on fear and sadness.
"Would you like some water?"
He nodded in response so she walked to the fridge in the corner of the room and grabbed a water bottle.
'Logan's right. He is an empath.'
"M'sorry… chere."
Helping support his head so he could drink she couldn't help the curiosity, "Why are you sorry?"
When he was done she set the water on the side table, then he started to speak.
"I don't mean to broadcast my feelings, still havin' trouble wit' da shields."
"Not to worry, we all have trouble with our powers sometimes."
He blinked, looking a little surprised.
"Y' a mutant too?"
She sent him a kind smile, "I am. I'm a telepath I also have the gift of telekinesis."
"Very pretty on dat list too?"
Jean chuckled at the comment, "I'm afraid that's not a mutation, or at least part of mine."
He smiled at her response, "Remy… Remy LeBeau.."
"My name is Jean, I've been one of the people in charge of taking care of you while you've been unconscious."
Remy jerked slightly, as if stricken by something she said. "Merde, how long have I been here?"
Her eyes turned sad and he got a feeling of unease in his stomach. "You've been in catatonic state for almost a week. You almost died and you lost a lot of blood."
A week that wasn't possible… was it?
His eyes widened in shock as one name rang in his mind.
'Sinister.'