well hello there avid reader, and welcome to monsterpiece theater. ahh sory wrong introduction. but dont worry dear reader im sure you will enjoy my renditon of "gone with the flatulnce." okay i know my agent told me not to make any jokes but I couldn't help it!
fear not here is my next instalment of "Before the storm...." this tok me a while because although i tell people to have plots, i rarely have one myself. oh well im a hypocrit who cares! i hope you like this instalment because theres anotehr one being posted later today! READ FAST!
Disclaimer: i own very little, i created the club, chal, Eric the door Guard and CHal's Secretary. i borrowed pretty much everything else, and i dont mean like a Remy borrowing Scotts car. Im not gettign anythign out of this except for writing practice and some cool crits! so read and review or flame and main. i dont care but please do something! like the followign people did last chapter!
I'm also including some feed back to people that commented on "bleeding from my depths" cause i finished that one!
Shinigamiphoenix: hee hee, talented, who me? not at all chicky, you have more talent in one angsty finger than I have in my entire body! its true! cattle prod, wellllllll i have the battery so :P Im really glad you liked the last chapter and that I got you on the Chal being dead! I got myself with that one too! man i should start reading what im typing instead of putting my head down and letting go! how'ed your inner turmoil stuff go????? any luck? oh well. heres the next part of the story, i think its okay, i hope its okay, i am probarbly wrong! lol!
DemonRogue13: wheeee glad you like it! and yes, this does take place after bleeding, about six months, maybe a few more. all will be revealed in time! just know that she hasn't had any contact with people from the previous incident except Remy! enjoy the chapter!
and from Bleeding:
ShinigamiPhoenix: (its almost as if you like what im writing!) im glad you liked the closing chapter. i was unsure of how to end it and after a small trip down half a flight of stairs i had this idea. it struck me with the steps i believe. i thought it would be interestng to have chal do something irrational. later on in this fic, or sooner depending on when i write it, you may see the return of the little girl. thats all im giving away though. I agree with teh blody muses comment. do you know where they go on holiday? I'd like to have a word with mine!
DemonRogue13: I'm Glad you loved the ending of the fic, very soon you will be able to read the next chapter of my new story "before the storm" ihope you like it as much as you liked 'bleeding.'
cynical bastard uk: thanks for the reviews! not writing on mind enhancing substances. unless sugar is a mind enhancing substance and the useage of Da instead of the was for character accent. so :P to you! its nice to know that jacky liked the pain, but what has that got to do with the story? oh well, thanks anyway!
speaking of stories I've been rambling again! read review and tell me what you think!
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Remy, Rogue and their would be chaperone, arrived at the club around two am. Logan Whistled as he looked up. The place was huge. Remy was talking to Rogue about the history of the Club. Or at least it was his history at the club.
"See Cheri, Dat Petite Cher, she started running dis club after her daddy died. Oh she ran it before as well, but after he died she took it real serious. Dis place was build as a fortress against da friend of humanity. Dey could lay siege here and da people inside could live comfortably here for at least ten weeks."
"Well, well, the kid had it all figured out then."
"She is a genius Claws."
"Watch it gumbo or you'll meet 'em"
"You named dem? Remy t'ink you need a shrink Claws."
"I'm warning you Gumbo."
"What are ya warning Remy for Claws?" Frustrated Logan turned away from Remy, he looked at the exterior of the club. Gothic building supreme, constructed of gothic brick in 18th centaury style architecture the club rose from the darkness of the street around it. The portcullis of an entrance beckoned and repelled at the same time. Logan noticed that many of the people going through the doors were dressed similarly, black upon black upon black. Looking back at the two southerners who were arguing Logan motioned that they should enter the club.
Walking into the foyer of the club was like stepping back in time for Rogue. She felt as if she should have been in a ball gown and Remy and Logan should have been in frilly shirts and high socks. The wall panelling were a dark wood, mahogany Rogue guessed. The ceiling was also made of the same wood; in the middle of the ceiling a grand chandelier hung adding to the extravagant beauty and overall effect of the foyer. Remy motioned with his hand, giving Rogue a guided tour. Logan listened in.
"Over der' through dat opening is one of de best restaurants in dis city. Dey serve till late and Remy always get a reservation no matter how late it is." Remy and Rogue both sat down on one of the black leather couches that complimented the foyer and Remy continued his tour while Logan wandered around looking at exits and entrances.
"Ah don't know Remy, I thought this place'd be bigger, not just a foyer and a dining room. Where's the dancing and the stage ya'll told me about?" Remy smiled at Rogue and motioned to a set of deep red velvet curtains guarded by two neatly attired gentlemen.
"De club is bigger, we just need to go through dat door. But Remy wanted to tell ya what da petite Cheri has been up to since she left before we go an' say hi." Logan growled having finished his security check and not finding anything to criticise.
"Talk away gumbo, what's the kid been doing?" Remy sighed.
"You know how she used to have her office at da club? Its where you found her claws." Logan nodded letting the insult slide, "now she live on da top floor. Big bedroom, joined to her office, secretary in da secondary foyer and a big party room." Logan raised both eyebrows, and Rogue took the opportunity to comment.
"Ain't that dangerous? Living where you work? Ah mean, we train at the institute but people don't associate the place with mutants directly. This place certainly has the word mutant scrawled over it." Remy nodded agreeing with Rogue. Logan however saw the logical side of it.
"It would make her easy to find if people needed help. Easy to find if people wanted to hurt her though. Gumbo you said she lives upstairs, I guess if you run a club twenty-four hours a day seven days a week you'd want to be close. Must be convenient for her." Rogue stood up.
"Well now ah know all about it, ah'm goin' in." Rogue moved towards the door, Remy looked at Logan, shrugged and followed Rogue, jogging to catch up with her and wrapping an arm around her waist. Logan caught them as they reached the door. One of the guards recognised Remy.
"Ah Mr LeBeau its good to see you again. I take it this young lady is your date for this evening, and she's brought a gentleman friend to keep her safe from your charm. Excellent. Dr Tear would like to see you in her office immediately. Your friends can wait in the up stairs foyer while she talks to you. Would you like some one to show you the way?" Remy shook his head.
"Non Remy know da way. Have a good night Eric." Remy shook Eric's hand and Rogue noticed Remy slip a fifty into his palm. The man looked surprised and the note disappeared from his hand faster that Rogues eye could see.
"Oh thank you Sir, have an excellent evening."
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Remy led Rogue and Logan into the main room of the Club. A huge dance hall with hundreds of people dancing on the floor in front of a stage that covered most of the back wall. In the middle of the room a square bar of solid wood encompassed what lokoed to Rogue like a walk in fridge. Dotted around the room were tables and stool and in other places couches with low tables. People chatted happily, danced away and were enjoying the live band that was playing. Rogue suddenly realised who the live band was,
"Remy, is that?"
"oui cheri, it is." Rogue was bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Who is it?" Logan squinted through the darkened room while rogue looked offened.
"Logan its cradle of filth."
"Who?"
"Don't worry." Remy lent near rogues ear and whispered to her. She giggled and the bounded away into the crowded room.
"What did ya say Gumbo?" Logan stood with his hands on his hips,
"Remy told da cheri ta enjoy herself. You gonna come see Dr Tear wit' Remy?" Logan nodded and the two moved towards a door nestled into the left wall of the club. Remy pushed a button in the wall next to the door and spoke into it.
"'ello, dis is Remy LeBeau, got a meeting with Dr Tear." A crisp voice answered him moment later,
"yes sir, I'll let you up. Just a second." The door slid open revealing a stair case. Remy and Logan stepped inside and the door slid shut behind them.
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They climbed the stairs and were welcomed into the grand second floor foyer by a young lady sitting behind a desk.
"Hello, welcome to the upper floor. Please take a seat. Dr Tear is dealing with an issue that recently arose and will be with you shortly. Would you like something to drink while you wait?" Remy, having finished checking the young lady out, dropped into a chair and plonked his feet on the convenient coffee table in front of the chair.
"Thank you Cheri, Remy would like a French style coffee." The secretary smiled at him,
"And what are you having Sir?" Remy blinked, she was addressing him.
"Remy just told you. He want a French Style coffee." Her smile grew,
"No Sir, you told me that your friend Remy would have a Coffee what did you wish to drink?" Logan started to laugh; the secretary had obviously seen Remy check her out and was getting her own back on him. Remy looked perplexed and looked to Logan for help.
"I'd like a beer please." The secretary nodded, stood and walked over to the double doors next to her desk, knocked quietly and opened the door.
"Dr Tear? Mr LeBeau is here, I'm going downstairs for drinks would you and your visitor like anything?" getting a negative response the secretary withdrew her head from the room, but failed to close the door properly. She smiled at Remy and Logan
"I'll be back in a moment with your drinks. Don't touch anything." With that she made her way to the stairs and disappeared into the club below.
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so thats it hang around the next part will be up in an hour or so! LOL! i am evil!
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