Queen of My Heart
LoverGurrl411
Chapter3 – I Hate the Way I Feel Tonight
Disclaimer: Baby voice "Who's the owner of the x-men characters? Not me!" Awww…don't u feel bad for me? I bet you do. Want even more bad news? I'm not getting paid for this and am doing this solely for entertainment. UHOH DON'T CRY!
The X-men crew were all extremely anxious on the way to school. Everyone shifted in their seats. The front had Scott driving and Jean riding shotgun. In the back seat was Kitty, Rogue, and Evan. Kurt and Jubilee were "bamfing" over to the front gates of the school to meet up with the rest of the X-men. It was a ten minute ride, but they were the longest ten minutes for everyone. The nervous anticipation was suffocating. What everyone in the car didn't know was that the school was already turning into a battle field, and there was still five more minutes till they arrived…
At the school, Lance and the rest of the Brotherhood were lined up, next to Kurt and Jubilee. They were all in a defensive stance, ready to protect themselves and the ones standing next to them.
"You're not wanted here freaks!" Someone yelled out.
"Yea! Go back to whatever hole you all crawled out of!" Another voice screeched.
Lance and Wanda looked at each other. Unease filling the look, and making the air around them pregnant with it. The worst of the situation was that it wasn't outraged parents yelling at them. It was their peers yelling. And if there was one thing all teenage mutants knew, it was that teenagers are much rasher than adults, and are more prone to do outrageous things than adults. This could get seriously out of hand.
"Vhat should ve do?!" Kurt asked to anyone of the mutants that would answer. Automatically the Brotherhood looked to Lance for guidance. Even though Pietro was the "official" leader, appointed by his father, Magneto, the Brotherhood automatically looked to Lance in spur of the moment situations. Pietro hated to admit it, but at the end of the day Lance was the better leader, mostly because he's better able to think on his feet, and at this moment, Pietro was thanking whatever deity there was for that small detail.
"We're ganna hold this down," Lance motioned to everyone besides Kurt, "while you go to the mansion and get Professor Xavier down here, ASAP." His tone of voice broke no argument. Lance's eyes, though normally brown were a bright hazel in that moment. His entire body was tightening and readying for an attack.
Kurt took one look at Lance and knew that he was leaving Jubilee in good hands. Though they were enemies, right now it wasn't about that, and Kurt read the message loud and clear as soon as Lance asked to get Professor Xavier. Kurt squeezed Jubilee's hand for a second, feeling the softness, and letting it calm his frazzled nerves. Kurt couldn't look into her blue eyes though. He knew that if he did, he wouldn't be able to leave her, and all rationale would escape him. And with those few seconds of peace invading him, he teleported to the mansion, leaving behind Jubilee's scared filled face.
As soon as Kurt teleported, Lance and Blob automatically positioned themselves so that if anyone would come to battle, they would be able to easily shield both Wanda and Jubilee, but not blocking them from seeing if an attack was coming. Wanda barely noticed the action, mainly because she was so used to them doing it, just because she was a girl. Jubilee noticed. And for once, Jubilee was thankful she was in the hands of the Brotherhood. The X-men were great. They always supported her, and helped her when she needed it. But the X-men trained with her, and in a tough spot—in a battle, the X-men always resort to battle mode, as if they were in the Danger Room, and would have left Jubilee to guard herself, unless things got bad and then someone would step in to help. But the Brotherhood, it was clear didn't operate that way. The way the men automatically went to shield the women showed that they were male chauvinist. Maybe not to the worst degree, but enough to automatically move to protect the women because the women were "vulnerable and needed their protection". Most likely the guys didn't even notice they did it, because she'd seen Wanda fight before and she knew that Wanda could handle herself, and it wasn't likely that she would stand being treated like a helpless little girl.
Jubilee was pulled out of her thoughts when something hit her arm, and then she noticed people were starting to throw random objects at them. Another object whizzed by her head, and she felt like a dear stuck in headlights.
And then the ground started to shake and she saw Lance's eyes turn white, and then most of the crowd were on the floor. Angry looks overtaking each person who was on the concrete floor.
Lance was getting anxious. This crowd was not happy by his little stunt, but he had to do something. Things were starting to get out of hand. His first worry was that Kitty was on her way and he didn't want her caught up in a battle that could get extremely rough and dangerous very quickly. Thinking about Kitty almost made him smile, but it dissipated as quickly as it came, as he caught sight of someone with a gun in their left pocket.
'oh shit' was all he could think. He looked to the left and a little behind at Pietro and saw in his face that he'd noted the weapon too.
The yells were getting more outrageous and loud by the second. They couldn't turn and walk away because as soon as they did, he could bet money he didn't have that someone was going to get trigger happy when they saw a golden opportunity like that.
"Where the fuck is the fuzz boy?!" Yelled Pietro over the crowd. He was flaring his fingers. Something he only did when he was extremely nervous.
"I don't know. But stay calm, and stay alert. When I give the word, Pietro, you gatta rush the kid with the gun. And I mean super fast." Lance's voice was low, and steady, and to Jubilee's surprise they all heard him clearer than when Pietro was yelling over the masses.
"What if there's more than one dude with a gun? Then we'd have lost the advantage of surprise." Toad spoke up. Lance saw his right leg bouncing, something he only did when shit was going to hit the fan. Toad has an uncanny ability to be able to know if a situation was going to go from bad to worse. Lance and rest of the Brotherhood liked to call it his sixth sense.
This was not looking good, was the consensus when everyone noticed Toad's bouncing right leg.
"Can't just Wanda create a force field to shield us If anything?" Jubilee's voice broke in, a little shaky but they all heard her. And then they all looked to Wanda, and she shook her head.
"My powers work based on my emotions. With the way this is starting to look, because of my anxiety of the situation, I'm more likely to blow us up by mistake instead of shielding us. That or blow them up." And then her frustration made it's appearance. "Look at us! We can take them any day of the week! Why are we standing around like a bunch of punks? Lets just go and attack!"
"No!" Lance voice was more than firm. It was a command that showed who exactly was in charge. "Attacking would only give people who are indifferent to mutants, a reason to go on these psycho's side. Attacking is a last resort."
And that's when the X-men showed up.
A little bit earlier in the day Gambit was crossing state lines as if he was getting paid to be somewhere at a certain time. He was rushing to get to New York like God had given him a mission. And then it hit him, halfway through the trip.
'Merde, I'm such an idiot!' Was the first thought that ran through his mind when he realized that following his emotions was the last thing he should be doing. In that instant he hated Rogue. He hated Rogue with a passion that seemed to almost burn through his brown leather trench coat, and into the palm of his hand. He hated her for making him lose the ability to think clearly. He hated her for making him want to touch her silky smooth skin, and to hell with the-him-dying-part. He hated the fact that his body ached to hold her, and because of that he was turned into an irrational teenager. He was nineteen, but the thought of her turned him into a hormonal fifteen year old kid.
With that anger in mind, Gambit pulled over at the nearest gas station off the side of the road. There was a slight wind, and it kicked up dust into his shades, but he didn't bother to take them off to wipe them clean. Not today. A day with so many possible outcomes when people near realized he was a mutant.
He got off his sleek black bike, and practically ran into the phone booth. He had looked into his pockets and realized he had wads of bills on him, but not fifty cents. He had at least three hundred dollars on him, but not a measly fifty cents.
'oh for fucks sake!' Gambit thought.
There was a girl passing by the phone booth, and Gambit launched to catch to her.
"Petite!" And the girl stopped. She turned around to face him.
She had green eyes Gambit noticed.
Just like Rogues'. And Gambit, for just a moment was hauled back to yesterday, in the moonlit bayou.
He had Rogue's bare hand in his and he could smell the desire that was one-hundred percent mutual.
He could taste the sadness in his bones having to turn away and then he remembered, clear as a sun filled day in New Orleans how much he had wished that if she ever needed strength she would just close her eyes and hum their song, because in his mind it was their song.
And then Gambit could feel the salt water on his skin, seeping through his tattered shirt, and for a split second he was there, watching Rogue walk away…
"Mister?"
"Huh?" Gambit was lost. He had completely forgotten himself and where he was.
"What do ya want?!?" She raised an eyebrow and Gambit realized that it had been recently done.
"Uh, yea." he said. He was slightly unsettled how easily he'd been transported back to yesterday and how everything in that illusion had felt so real right now. "Do ya have a dollar in quarters?"
She looked hesitant to say yes, and Gambit realized maybe that was all she had.
"Look petite, ah'll give ya fifty dollars if ya give me a dollar in quarters" Gambit said, flashing his million dollar smile.
The girl looked like what Gambit was offering was too good to be true, so he took out the fifty dollars and handed it over to her, so she could see that it wasn't a scam.
Her face lit up, and for a moment Rogue wasn't at the forefront of her mind. This girl had a beautiful smile. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, but when she smiled, Gambit felt as if the world was right again.
"Okay mister. Ya got yerself a deal, on one condition." Her eyes were mischievous, and Gambit was all the sudden extremely wary.
"What's yer condition, petite?" Gambit tried to keep his voice light and playful, as if he wasn't in a rush.
"I'll give ya the dollar in change if I can look at yer eyes." And Gambit felt his world tip beneath him.
He had two options: He could tell her no, and try his luck with some other girl, or he could show her his eyes and risk a bad reaction, and have to launch onto his bike and run like the devil was at his heals trying to drag him to hell.
Those were his two options, and Gambit was always a risk taker, so he reached to take off his sunglasses, and just when the tip of his smooth fingers touched the side of the glasses, the girl reach for his hand and stopped him.
"Ya don't have to show me if ya don't really want to." Her voice steady and eyes compassionate. And Gambit seeing her show some compassion to him did him in, and he knew that he was going to show his eyes to her, just because he couldn't remember the last time someone was compassionate towards him.
"It's okay petite. Ah want to." And as if in slow motion the wind tousled his hair, and the sun beamed down on hers, and with the wind whispering "no" he took them off and his red pupils glinted hello to the girl with flaming red hair, and beautiful green eyes.
"They're red like mah hair…" She trailed off.
Gambit didn't move.
Then she bestowed upon him a bright smile and said "Ah like em'!" and she handed over the dollar in change.
Gambit still didn't move. With the world as chaotic as it was, and wars waging between mutants and homo-sapiens, it seemed practically impossible that a normal girl would see his eyes and not cower. It seemed impossible that a normal girl would see his eyes and not scream for help. It seemed impossible but the odds were always in his favor when he least expected them to be.
"The name's Serene." And she stuck out her hand for a handshake, and he saw there was a light scar on the inside of her palm.
"Serene…" He repeated, as if in a trance. Her name hypnotized him and he felt instantly calm when he clasped her hand in his. "Moi name is Gambit."
And then noise came back, rushing to him. The noise of the passing cars on the road, the noise of the sun yelling at him the name 'Rogue', and he remembered his purpose for even talking to Serene. A phone call had been his purpose.
As if Serene had felt their time was over, she said "It was nice to meet ya Gambit."
Only it felt to Gambit that she was saying more. Much more, only he couldn't understand.
"Likewise." Gambit said, only he felt he needed to say more, much more, only he didn't know what. And as Serene walked away, he felt the words come to him, as if by a higher being. He shouted "I won't forget ya!"
She twirled around, as if dancing, to face him and shouted back "Promise?" and a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Promise petite." Gambit whispered, but if he didn't know better, he would have thought she heard him, because she gave him a thousand watt smile, and at that moment Gambit felt as if the world was as it should be. He felt content.
But as he put on his shades, dialed the number in the pay phone, he got an ominous feeling.
"Hey mon ami" Gambit spoke into the phone, "It's Gambit. I need to call in a favor…"
And as he spoke and looked up at the clouds rolling in, he knew that feeling of contentedness wouldn't last long.
However, from far away Selene watched him and as the conversation he had went on, his expression showed clearly that he was two seconds away from reaching the center of the tootsie pop, and Selene smiled from mirth and continued on her way.
But she wasn't the only one watching Gambit, and as Gambit finished his phone call, this stranger moved right behind him, and swung with a metal bat.
Later that day, back at the school, things weren't getting any better. The X-men got out of the car and came rushing to the Brotherhood's side.
"What's going on?" Scott asked Lance. Though Scott and Lance had a very serious rivalry going on, they both always acknowledged the fact that the other was the leader, so they asked each other for the update, and no one else.
"What's going on is that the damn psycho's," Lance said pointing to the crowd, "decided to gang up on us and won't let us pass to get inside the school." Lance's voice clipped making it extremely clear that his patience with the situation was wearing thin.
"Well, if things are, like, this difficult, then why don't we just all leave?" Kitty's voice spoke to everyone but she was looking between Scott and Lance.
"No can do busters" Toad said. His leg bouncing fiercely.
"What's wrong with him?" Evan asked. His body tense.
"Ya knowing aint ganna help the situation any. Trust meh," said Rogue. She had been with the Brotherhood long enough to know what Toad's bouncing let meant, and she was getting antsy knowing it.
"Why can't we leave or one of us leave to get the Professor?" Jean asked, never distracted that easily brought everyone back to the problem at hand with that question.
"We already sent fuzz ball to go get the professor, and that was about six or seven minutes ago, so if the bamf dude couldn't locate him or hasn't been able to come back, best bet is that none of us can." Pietro spoke up.
"To top that off we can't leave because someone's got a gun, and we don't know who else has a gun. How much you wanna bet that once we turn our backs, someone's ganna get trigger happy?" Lance said.
It was as if the crowd heard the conversation, and became even more angry.
"Fight us you fucking freaks!" shouted one.
"C'mon! Don't tell us you're scared!" yelled another.
"Don't worry, we'll kill you just like those other freaks were killed!" This yell came from someone in the back rows.
And that was the straw that broke Blob's back, and with an angry yell, he charged forward.
Everything happened all at once. All of the sudden, people stopped throwing soda bottles, and started throwing kitchen knives. Bats were out swinging, and a few even had axes.
Jean, always the mediator was able to calm Blob down, but the damage had been done and the crowd was not going to take accept an apology.
Lance was shaking the ground, trying to keep the crowd off their feet, but that was only affective for oh so long, because he couldn't do it hard, or else the X-men and the Brotherhood would be on the floor too.
Kitty was phasing everyone who was near from the things being thrown, but at one point someone got close enough to engage her in hand to hand combat, and all Kitty could concentrate on was phasing through a couple of pocket knives that were trying to slice her stomach open.
Rogue was doing a bad job of dodging, mainly because she couldn't dodge all the objects being thrown. And then gun shots sounded in the air.
Scott, blasted someone with a gun in their hand, and the gun blew into pieces, but the gun shots didn't stop.
Scott was covering Toad, Pietro was running around with Jubilee trying to take the guns from those with guns, Evan and Wanda were helping out Rogue, Kitty and Lance were helping Jean and blob, and no one questioned it. No one stopped to ask "aren't we enemies?" because at that moment it wasn't about Mutant sides, it was about Mutant survival, and in this fight they were all bonded.
And then, there was blood on the floor, and Kitty was trying to hold back all her tears as the ground shook as Lance fell, and that was when Kurt teleported into the scene and yelled" everybozy hold on to eachozer!"
Everyone was linked in that moment as Kurt teleported them back to the mansion, and Rogue who had been wishing so badly that Gambit had been there, almost fell over as guilt assaulted her because the moment Lance was shot, the only thought that raced through Rogues mind was 'thank God it wasn't Gambit'.
A.N. – Thanks for everyone who reviewed and for those who put me on their story alert, and for those who read this chapter! So, how did this chapter go? Good, bad? I feel that the ending of this chapter felt a little rushed, so I'm not that happy with the ending, but there's always the next chapter to make up to par! Just for the record, I am NOT fluent in French, and the little French I used, was based off other stories I've read and Google Translator. The songs that I was listening to as I wrote this was "I hate the way I feel" by 12 stones and "Por Amor" by Arcangel. More Arcangel than 12 Stones but still, haha.
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