Wow, it's been a while for this fic too. I'm trying to go back and finish up some of the stories that remain unfinished.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or any of the characters; if I did I would fire some of the writers at Marvel for terrible writing. I admit mine is not much better, but I don't get paid to write, they do!!!
Nathaniel Essex or better known as Mr. Sinister heard the door open to his lab, but did not turn away from his current experiment. A mutant lay on the table wide awake as it was being experimented on. "Were they disposed of?" He asked as he injected a needle into the mutant's arm.
"De Marauder's took dem out." Gambit replied as he looked down at the mutant, who looked terrified. 'Help him.' He thought to himself and moved forward. 'Leave the waste there, it deserves to die.' The voice of Death commanded. Remy grabbed his head.
"De procedure y' did ain't workin'. I can still hear him." Gambit told Sinister, who placed a bandaged on the experiments arm and disposed of the syringe and gloves. He didn't look affected by the news.
"It would have worked if you had let down your shields during the procedure, but you refused." Sinister stated to him and walked past Gambit to his computer. "We can try it again, but there is no guarantee that it will work."
"Bullshit, de other's don't have de same problem. Shiro has no trace of Famine in his head. Why de hell won't it leave?" Remy growled and his eyes flared. He felt as if Sinister was hiding something from him.
Remaining expressionless as always, Sinister stared down at the thief. "It has something to do with when Apocalypse put you on the machine. It didn't work as it usually did. You didn't become a true horseman until after he was gone and then Death had a grip on your mind." He responded. An evil smile came across his lips.
"Of course, the previous horsemen had help. I believe Iceman was there to help Archangel remember who he was and even look at Polaris, the X-Men were there to help her. They didn't show the same interest in helping you, my boy. They didn't even bother to look for you, even Rogue. It seems you are just a game to them and yet you always come back." Sinister said before the experiment started screaming. "I see I have some results."
Gambit clenched his fists together as he thought about Sinister's words. He knew the scientist liked to manipulate people into thinking he was right, but the fact was what he said was true. The X-Men never did seem to care about him. He was left in Antarctica to die and none of them went looking for him. Not even Storm. When he did get back, they treated him like dirt again.
When Sinister had told him that the Marauders had to go the Morlock tunnels for a job he refused. That place had caused him many nightmares and he did not wish to relive them. When he was promised the X-Men would most likely showed up it convinced him to go. He had planned on having a chat with Mystique, but never intended to kill her. Instead, when he saw the blue woman, he lost his control to Death and killed her.
Once again, he felt Death trying to grip itself onto his mind and it was becoming harder to know who was talking: Death or Gambit. Whose memories are whose?
"Perfect, I see this is a success." Sinister said with a glint in his red eyes. Gambit ignored the scientist and sat down in a chair near another table.
"What is happening to me?" Remy whispered as he closed his eyes. He could hear Death whispering in his head about which X-Men he wanted to kill next and how. He felt like he was being slowly driven insane.
"Do you hear it now?" Sinister asked as he typed in the information he received. The experiment was now dead, but he required the results he wanted.
"Oui. " Gambit replied he placed his hands over his face.
"You poor, child." Sinister said as he stood next to Gambit and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look at what he X-Men have done to you. Before you met them you would have been able to defeat this, but they've made you weak." He stated. Gambit glared up at him and opened his mouth to protest. "Don't deny it, you know it's true. They never cared once about you. When was the last time they treated you with respect? When was the last time you spoke with Storm when she didn't want something from you? Shall I start on Rogue?" He asked. Gambit turned his head away from Sinister.
'He's is right and you are too stupid to know it. They've always walked over you. I know because I see your memories, Remy. You can't hide the truth from me.' Death taunted in his head.
"I've been there for you since the beginning." Sinister stated to the younger mutant.
"To use me." Gambit muttered. He felt Sinister squeeze down on his shoulder.
"I gave you what you needed; shouldn't I have gotten something in return? I offered you a place here, but you refused. You ran away into the arms of those who have spit on you and treat you like trash. They've made you into a fool. I can help you if you will accept it, unless you'd rather listen to Death until your own." Sinister told him and stepped away from the young mutant.
"The choice is yours, Remy. You can take my offer, or you could always crawl back to the X-Men on your hands and knees and see if they will let you back in." Sinister laughed before walking towards the door.
Gambit sat where he was and tried to think. He knew he couldn't trust Sinister, but his words were true. He was the only one who could help him. It was because of the X-Men he was the way he is today. He tried to help them and they turned their back on him and left him to rot.
He stood up from the chair and turned around to find Sinister about ready to leave the lab. "I accept."
End of Chapter 3
Thank you for reading. I am pretty much going off of ideas on my head for this fic. I'm still not sure where this fic is going, but it will go somewhere! Also, I'll try to make the next chapter longer than this.
Thank you so much to: BlkDiamond, JRP82190, Le Diablo Blanc2, Rogue181, cal, Arian69, and moonfan2012