Is Morgan really safe?

Big thanks to my reviewers for sticking with my story!

I don't know what happens to Remy for the two years that he's captured so I'm kinda making stuff up!

I do not own any X-men comics, movies, or TV shows, only Morgan, Tante Cécile (thank you Certh for the French spelling), and Amy.

Morgan POV

I raced home, trying not to think about what was going to happen to Remy. I knew he was trying to help me but I felt slightly betrayed that he wouldn't let me help him. I had saved his life once, even though those were just common thugs, but I could have saved him again.

I ran through my house, grabbing a duffel bag and throwing clothes into it. I had to get out of here for a while. Tante Cécile wasn't home, she was out of town visiting her brother in New York, so I was able to make an easy getaway. I promised myself to tell her everything if I returned home. Before I left I made a quick call to Amy.

She answered after the second ring. "Hello?"

"Amy! I can't talk long. I have to leave. They took Remy and I think they are going to go after me. I will call you when I get… to wherever I'm going."

"Whoa whoa whoa. You're doing what? Who's 'they'? The boogie monsters? And what about Cécile? What about the bar? What about me? You can't just up and leave!"

"I promise I will explain everything later but you have to trust me for now. I will call you when I think it's safe."

I hung up before she could reply, feeling horrible that I couldn't tell her more. I gathered my things, grabbing any extra money I could find along with the stash I kept in case of an emergency, and ran out to the car. I drove to the airport and hopped on the first flight out of the city. The flight would take me to Reno, Nevada. Once there I would rent a car and drive to Las Vegas where I hoped that I would be lost amongst the crowds.

Stryker POV

We finally caught this Remy LeBeau character. I admit he was hard to find, he covered his tracks well, but we got him nonetheless. I was surprised to find that he had a very interesting companion. The girl would be beneficial for my… "research". The girl's powers were strong. She could become a useful weapon if I got my hands on her.

"You wanted to see me Sir?"

"Ah yes. Do you remember the girl in New Orleans? Find her. And Victor, don't hurt her too badly."

Morgan POV

I had made it to Las Vegas without incident. I checked in to a small hotel before leaving to buy a few items. I knew that I stood out in a crowd with my red and now purple hair so I bought some hair dye along with other necessities. I knew that if Stryker sent anyone after me it would most likely be the feral, but maybe if my appearance threw him off, I would have a few seconds to slip away unnoticed. I returned to the room and 45 minutes later I was a brunette.

I stayed in Vegas for a few more days before deciding to head to a different city. I planned on driving west to California and then maybe catch a flight to the east coast. If they wanted to catch me I was going to lead them all over the country. On the second day in Vegas I received a fake ID and a credit card registered to a Nicole Smith. I was skeptical at first until I saw the letter with the secret code words that Remy had told me the Guild used. He told me that if I was every in trouble, anything that had these words was trustworthy. It looks like the Guild was looking out for me.

I stopped at a small gas station on the outskirts of Vegas and decided that now would be a good time to call Amy. I found the payphone, slipped a few coins into the slot and dialed her number.

"Hello?"

"Amy? It's Morgan."

"Oh my God! Where are you? Why didn't you call me sooner? What is going on? I went to the bar the other day and it is smashed!"

"Amy please calm down. I can't talk about that yet. I just wanted to tell you that I'm safe. I will come home as soon as I'm sure that I'm not being followed. I'll call you when I get to the next city."

With that I hung up. I was getting increasingly paranoid that someone was watching me.

I continued this routine for another six and a half, making my way up the west coast before flying to the east coast and then backtracking to the Midwest. I constantly thought about Remy and whether he was alive or not. Amy told me that when Tante Cécile had returned home she had filled her in on what little information she knew. She had helped Tante Cécile fix up and reopened the bar. Amy told me that I should call Tante Cécile but I never did, not wanting to hear her questions over the phone. I knew that once I heard her break down I would be on the first flight to New Orleans and I couldn't put her in danger.

My next stop was New York City.

Remy POV

I've been in this hell hole for well over six months now. I'm still not sure what they want with me. They've been using my DNA for some project, I'm not sure of the details. They run all different kinds of tests on me, some of them excruciatingly painful. But more painful than that was knowing that they were looking for Morgan.

I was being escorted into a testing room when a soldier walked up to Stryker, saying that they couldn't find the "New Orleans Girl". My heart sank when I heard that but I showed no sign of emotion. Couldn't let them break me. I heard this same report a few more times. Hope swelled in me every time I heard that she had slipped away again.

But that was all shattered when I heard they had found her. It was after one of the painful experiments. Right before I slipped into unconsciousness I heard a soldier say, "Colonel Stryker. We have found the New Orleans girl. She was spotted boarding a flight to New York City."

"Good."

So I'm not sure where I want to go with this. I have two paths but I don't know which one to choose. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome. Oh and I don't know how soon I can update this again. I'm supposed to be writing a term paper for English! Teehee!