Chapter 3

Remy had a crappy parked near where his plane was. He looked proud of it. He patted the hood as he walked around to the passenger side to open the door for her.

"It's my baby, won her in a game." He said as he slyly opened the door. Terra laughed.

"You win everything in a game." Her smile was infectious as he returned it tenfold.

"Mon cheri that is very true." He said as he shut the door and walked around to the other side and got in, he took out a pair of keys with some fake die on it and put them into the ignition. The car started barely, and sounded a bit shaky, but Remy wasn't' unfazed by this. They pulled out and hit the New Orleans streets at about 3 in the afternoon. The humidity driving Terra crazy.

She cracked a window allowing the fresh air to hit her face. Her long white blonde hair billowing out behind her. She finally took into account as to what she was wearing.

"Remy…" she said a little hesitant, he looked over at her vibrant beautiful face, a brow raised.

"I don't have any money... And this is all I have to wear…" she said motioning to herself while biting her lip. That drove him crazy. He nodded.

"Don't worry, I can get some money." He said confidently as he pulled into a shady alley, people bussing around. When they noticed him they smiled hugely and waved, he would smile back. He got out and was about to help Terra but she was already out of the car.

"No need to treat me like a little girl, Remy." She said as she smiled cockily and walked passed him. It was the same casino they were at before. The same ally that John Wraith was killed by Victor. Her head snapped back to its pain ridden self as she thought about Logan. Her heart ached for him. She was distracted by Remy. And she didn't k now whether that was good or bad.

They walked back into the smoky casino area. It was busy for the time of day that it was. Everyone welcomed Remy back like a champion that went missing. He walked back to one of the tables by the small stage. His deck of cards already out, doing amazing things without him even trying. She looked on in amazement. His mutation was that he could charge items and objects with telekinetic energy. It was quite amazing.

He sat down at a table, the residents looking up and smiling.

"Well, well, well… look whose back. Here for a game?" Said a man in a leather jacket and a pair of shades. He kicked out a chair for Remy to sit down. Before he sat down he looked over at her, at Terra. She was so pristine and pure, a huge contradiction to this place and himself. But he still felt obligated to watch out for her. He wanted her there.

She felt his thoughts, heard them. She felt how he wanted her there, for reasons he quite didn't understand. She smiled to herself. She gave him a confident smiled and a light squeeze on the shoulder as she walked out over to the bar, in the back of the room. His eyes lingered on her longingly.

He turned around and took up the position of dealer; he took of his hat and leather trench coat. He leaned back and passed the cards out better than any professional. They were used to it, but still were taken by surprise at how expertly he handled the cards.

He took out a handful of bills, all Ben franklins and placed it down.

"I'm betting big… hope you boys don't mind we start off quicker than usual?" his Cajun accent held amusement as he watched their faces grow serious, but produce the wads of cash he asked for, to meet his bet. He snuck another peak over at Terra. The guys at the table noticed and looked over at her too.

"Amazingly gorgeous girl you got there… ever think of betting her?" his eyebrows rose menacingly. Remy's eyes narrowed and he became defensive. He leaned forward, making the man cautious.

"No… she's off limits." He liked to say that. It felt good to be the one watching over her like that, like the first day they met. He leaned back and watched the guys linger on her perfect form a little longer. She was drinking something from the bar and talking to one of the bartenders, a woman to Remy's relief.

He turned his attention back to the game. His cards were good, the spread in his favor. And easy win to gain some cash. He could swindle them out of their money within an hour or two, hopefully she could handle it. He heard her tinkling laughter from across the room and his heart warmed to that sound.

Terra drank at the bar. She could feel eyes from the men and women boring into her body, but she didn't care. She spoke with a kind woman who was paying back some debt by working at the bar. She was fairly interesting, she knew that Terra was underage, but gave her some good rum anyway. She cheered with her and they shot their heads back.

It burned as the golden liquid slid down their throats. Terra welcomed that ache. She needed to surrender to its sweet escaping abilities. After about 3 or 4 glasses she was gone, her light tears running down her cheeks, laughing at the woman and her jokes. She wiped her nose, she looked like a mess. Her short white outfit dirty and muddled now as though she had been whoring herself on the streets. And she was thin, much too thin.

The woman walked down the long stretch of the bar to help another few customers. Terra leaned her head down. The lights over whelmed her vision as they swirled and danced in front of her eyes. She slurred her words slightly. It stopped. The ache of her heart stopped. After all these years of life, death never gets any easier. It felt like forever that she leaned on the bar for support until a soft and warm hand gently laid itself on her back.

She slightly jumped up. It was Remy and his dreamy body. She smiled as she leaned into him. He chuckled as he picked her up and leaned her against him. Carrying her bridle style. Terra vaguely remembered him saying things to people around him. Then the feeling of the New Orleans cold night air hitting her, making her shiver. She moved closer to him and snuggled in more. He chuckled again, it relaxed her. He hugged her closer.

Then before she became unconscious due to sleep, she remembers hitting soft warm blankets and pillows. She held him in her grasp. She has been through too much, and she was lost all the people she has ever cared about… she didn't want to be alone. Then the bed shifted its weight under his and she felt his body in the bed. She scooted closer and fell asleep to the rhythm of his breathing, not that falling asleep after today was hard.

The sun fell onto her face, waking her up hazily. She turned her body and switched positions. She rolled over on top of Remy. When this registered she sat up and looked at him. He stayed with her the whole night. She looked at his tranquil face. Then down to his neck. She realized he wasn't wearing a shirt as her eyes traveled to his chiseled chest. She pushed herself back and off of him, taking the blankets with her and sitting on her knees. He stirred slightly.

She got up quietly, using her telekinesis she started cleaning around. The apartment that he brought her too was a completely dump. Randomly strewn were decks of cards. Old boxes of pizza, molding Chinese dishes, rotten Tai. This place almost made her vomit. She pushed her hair back and started cleaning; thanking whatever gave her the mutant gene to be telekinetic. Glad she didn't have to touch anything, she worked as quietly as she could.

She walked into the extremely small kitchen area which was connected to the kitchen. She started looking around from garbage bags and cleaning supplies. To her delight, Remy wasn't a complete failure of a man. He had garbage bags, and some sanitizer and bleach under the kitchen sink. She took them out and started putting the loads of nasty cartons of rotten food into them.

How in the hell can somebody live like this? Terra was in complete aw. Unable to comprehend how nasty he was, but she didn't know the whole story. So she let it slide… a little. She bent over to clean under a sad, broken table. Behind her she heard an awkward cough and a shuffle of some feet. She bumped her head trying to get out from under the table, after realizing what she had on and what position she was in.

She crawled out and looked up into his eyes blushing. He slightly blushed as he looked at her, trying not to look too hard at her perfect and well shaped features. She looked guilty, like she got caught doing something bad, as she looked up at him through her lashes. She was going to drive him mad.

"Yeah… sorry this place is a mess." He said awkwardly. Her eyes stopped glowing and the items in the room stopped moving. They dropped to the floor as she stood up, dusting herself off. She kind of giggled shyly.

"Thanks for staying with me last night." She couldn't have said a more embarrassing statement so bluntly. His face glowed bright red. His eyes became red. She felt the rush of his embarrassment. She walked towards him. His body stiffened, fully aware of her barely clothed form. She stopped moving towards him.

"I'm sorry… I forgot what I was wearing… I don't have any other clothes…" she said again.

"I… have money… from last night. We can go shopping today." He finally looked at her entirely. Bad mistake. He felt a part of him enjoy his view and grow slightly stiff… well more than slightly actually. She felt that, it shocked her… but she was used to it, from being around Victor Creed and the other guys so much, she grew used to it. It was natural any way.

"Do you have a shower?" she asked innocently. The thought ran through is head of her in a shower. She laughed out loud, unable to control herself. He nonchalantly pointed down the small hallway leading back to his bedroom.

"Yeah, first door on your right… there should be clean towels and shampoo and stuff too, well I think." His voice faded out as she walked back into the small bathroom. It was cozy, and quaint. But hat could she say, she had to use what she was given. The saying that beggars can't be choosers ran through her head as she sat at the end of the tub and turned on the hot water. The shower shot out hot water along with steam that billowed through the small bathroom.

She quickly undressed and hopped in. the hot water immediately did some damage working out her knots. And soothing her. She was really stressed from everything that's happened. Her mind reeled… she put shampoo in her hair. Massaged it in… then she stated crying. You couldn't hear it in the shower, her silent sobbing. The water mixing in with her salty tears on her face.

Emotions wrapped around her. She was lost. She loved Logan like a brother. She hated herself for what happened… she blamed herself. She played through his memories that were in her mind. Some intense, others he could probably live without, but she knew that he needed them. All of them.

Her mind searched for his, finding it in a bar in New York. He was complexly dunk, confused, and hurt. He was lost and she wanted to guide him, but she couldn't. He didn't want anyone near him, he was defensive. He wouldn't recognize Silverfox if she walked up and tried to kiss him. These realization stung her heart. And the tears stopped. she had to wait until he was ready. He wasn't searching yet… he needed to find her… and in the mean time, perhaps she could take care of some unfinished business.

She got out of the shower as she realized it was ice cold. She dried off shivering and teeth chattering. She looked over to were her old muddy, dusty, and bloody clothes used to be. They were replaced by some of what seemed to be Remy's. Terra couldn't remember when he came in, but she shrugged it off. He was just being nice.

She slipped on his shirt, which was white and a size one to three too big. Is ended at her thighs. She could practically turn it into a dress if she wanted to. Then she found a pair of pants. They were a little small for Remy. They looked like women's pants. They were tight on her thighs, but not uncomfortable. Images surfaced in her head as she slipped on the pants.

The pants held remnants of psychic energy which she picked up.

These pants belonged to a young woman whom Remy brought home one night after winning a lot of money off some people she was having troubles with. She giggles as she walked out, her white hair soaking through her white color shirt. She rung it out and the water hit the floor. She looked up to see Remy giving her a funny look.

"That's the kind of thing you do in the bathroom, mon cheri." He said in his Cajun accent. She just smiled at him as he appreciated her in his shirt.

"hope you don't mind that I won't be shopping with you. I have some business to attend to." He said as he fixed his shirt and color, adjusting his boots and standing up placing his pimp like hat on his head. He was the epitome of sexy then. She slightly blushed as he handed her a package of money, his hand brushing hers, feeling like a trail of fire left from where he touched.

The package of money was quite a bit. It felt rather heavy in her hands. She weighed it.

"How much shopping to you expects me to do?" she said raising and eyebrow as she searched his mind absently.

"Well, I was hoping you help fix this place up a bit too. You did a wonderful job cleaning it thus far, juts though you could use some more of those feminine touches around here." He grinned playing with a deck of cards absently. She shrugged, she didn't plan on staying with him that long… but she realized he wanted her to stay. She nodded as she put on her heels, her only pair of shoes, from yesterday on. Put the package of money on her bra strap, which was rather uncomfortable and lumpy and walked out after Remy.

He turned around and slipped a key into her hand. He patted her hand.

You know how to find me if you need me, don't you? Came his unspoken words. She nodded as she cocked her head to the side and smiled. They walked outside and walked in different directions. She waved to him sweetly. His mind reeling with thoughts of her, some not so good. She laughed, he was almost worse than Victor… almost.

Terra walked downtown, none of the shops really catching her eye. She didn't know how much clothes to really buy or even how much… she walked next to a cute boutique, some clothing styles calling her name. She pushed through the door as a ringing annoyed her presence.

Some women rushed over to her. They gave her a snide look after they gave her the head to toe. She frowned; their simple minds were filled with distaste and judgments as they say how she was dressed.

Looks like she had a quick fuck then came to get some clothes… I don't even think she can afford out clothes. She heard the thoughts of some snot bag women with a permanent frown.

"Can we help you, Ma'am?" Came her high pitched nasally voice. Terra faked a sarcastic smile.

"No thanks, I can help myself." She said as she pushed passed them. They watched her like a hawk the entire time, thinking she was going to steel when actually another costumer just did. She laughed to herself, they deserved it. She found a lot of cloths for cheap that were really cute. She knew they would fit, because she was psychic. She came up to the cashiering center and laid the cute clothes down.

They raised their eyebrows. Terra had about three hundred dollars worth in clothes. She took out the package of money from her bra. Yeah, this small purchase wouldn't put a dent into her money supply right now. The women's' eyebrows rose higher, almost becoming invisible in her hair line.

"th-that will be $312.50 please." She put out her manicured hand shakily. She placed the money in with a triumphant smile. Serves her right, she almost thought about sticking her tongue out, but she wasn't that childish. She giggled as she took her change and her 4 large bags of clothing. She used her telekinesis to help hold them up they were so heavy.

She pushed out the door. That only took about… and hour and a half. She smiled, she had a lot of time left to spiff up the apartment. She started walking towards a furniture store when she felt a mind that was very familiar.

She stopped and searched their mind. But before she could reach the mind a tap rapped on her shoulder. She spun around about to scream because the hand was loaded with deadly sharp nails that curled down into razor sharp points, capable of cutting her to pieces.

Her body relaxed heavily. It wasn't Victor. It was a girl with silver moonlight hair that reached down her back. Her eyes were a bright yellow and cat like, with thin pupils. Her body was small yet muscular and toned. She was absolutely gorgeous and feral.

"Naomi." Terra barely whispered out as her eyes began to weld with tears. The older girl took the white haired one into a tight embrace. Strong enough to crush her, but was extremely gentle.

She pulled away reluctantly. She girl with the deadly claws patting Terra on the head.

"Long times no see, little sister…" she said with a slight purr in her throat. She smiled a full grin, exposing her long vampire like canines. She picked up Terra's bag.

"I came looking for you after I got this bad feeling in my gut that something bad was going to happen…" the cat like girls voice trailed off as she saw Terra's expression. She was about to cry, her warm browns eyes glistened brightly with tears. Naomi dropped the bags and pulled her close again. Wrapping her arms around her and shushing. Terra began to feel calm and content almost happy. Naomi was using her empathy on her, but she didn't mind, as least someone could make her not feel the pain.

Naomi picked up on those thoughts. She shushed her. They stood there for a long time, finding comfort in each other's arms. They were sisters, and have always been.

Naomi Williams was Terra and Tessa Porter's older sister, but had a different father. Terra and Tessa were twins with bright white blond hair, but different colored eyes. They had similar body builds and face shapes, but you could visibly see that they were different looking, gorgeous.

Naomi was taller than her two younger twin sisters, she had a tanner complexion, and instead of shocking white blond hair, she was a pale moonlight silver. Her eyes were yellow and glowed slightly, just like a cat. Naomi had full lips that hid her half inch canines, that when she smiled could be seen. Her body moved differently as well, like a cat, graceful and deadly. Her father was a feral and so Naomi picked up those genes along with some of her mother's psychic abilities.

They started walking down the streets together.

"He came to me… Stryker." Her voice let out in a sigh. Terra nodded, she expected as much. Her whole family was of great interest to Stryker and his line of work. She frowned; she knew that Naomi was probably greatly tempted to join him. She looked over at her older sister's dog tags that gleamed in the afternoon light. They clanged slightly.

Naomi caught her looking.

"yes, your right… I so wanted to say yes… I still do. I can't help but love to chase… to be powerful… I suppose it's a flaw." She said that as she flexed her deadly fingers, her nails growing slightly deadlier, if even possible. They kept walking a few more feet in silence, walking into a furniture store.

They looked around, but their eyes were dead. Terra already knew that Naomi would go with them, and she didn't blame her. She knew that Naomi loved her and her sister, and when it got too bad she would stop, or they would be there… as they have always been. Shopping for furniture went by quickly. She bought what she thought looked good and Naomi helped her carry it.

As they headed back to the apartment to put their things she could something was wrong in the alley. Naomi bristled and her nails grew a few more inches of death. Her pupils became nonexistent so all you could see was bright yellow.

Her nose flared as her muscles flexed. A deadly growled erupted from her throat, almost startling Terra. Naomi put her things now and lowered herself to the ground in a graceful cat like manner. She turned her body towards the other side of the alley. It became eerily quiet.

Then they heard footsteps, Naomi before Terra. From around the alley out walked Victor Creed, clad in a long trench coat and army boots. They could hear his tags swaying and clinging to together. His lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace, exposing his canines. Naomi did the same. Her teeth were longer now.

His eyebrow rose. "Impressive." He said in a cocky attitude as his nails flexed and grew. Naomi matched him. Terra read his thoughts, they were filled with bloodlust, but she picked up that he was here for her, for Naomi. They already started hunting down mutants again.

They flung at each other at the same time, but Naomi's momentum made Victor fall flat on his back. She grinned as she ran her long metallic nails down his form. He shivered.

"Now, now, shouldn't we play nice on the first date?" he said mocking her as he tried to fling her off. he was surprised to find that she was a lot more powerful then he originally thought. She laughed huskily into his ear.

"a cat comes when a cat pleases." She said over him in a purr of delight. He caught sight of her dog tags. She was becoming more and more interesting to him the longer he fought with her. He chuckled darkly as he flung her off, she landed on her feet gracefully, looking as though nothing was wrong. She stood there watching him, hand on her hip. She smirked.

"Terra, I can handle myself from here, you should run off now…" I Love you. She whispered into her mind as they did some side kick sweep thing and brought Victor to the ground. Terra understood, she picked up her things with her telekinesis and left. Looking back only once to see her sister having the time of her life.

Naomi was glad she left; she didn't want her to see how much she loved this. Her mind slammed back to reality as Victor slashed her torso and chest, exposing her rather toned stomach and lacy bra she forgot she was wearing. He purred at the sight of her. She would have blushed if her mind was working a slightly bit more human at that moment, but it wasn't. She leapt forward, quickly, so inhumanly quickly it was as if time practically stopped. She pushed forward, right next to Victor's broad muscular chest. She pressed herself against him and grinned. She shocked him so much as she slammed her full lips into his and started to kiss him.

This kiss was amazing, like nothing he has ever felt before. His mind reeled, thoughts and images vanished. It was like a rainbow of colors and relaxing feelings took over his sensed. He couldn't concentrate he couldn't function. All he could think about was her lips on his, her breasts pressed hard against his chest, her slim body so close to his.

He wrapped his clawed hands around her rather small frame and shoved her closer, deepening the kiss. The sensations became over whelming. He started to see things that he felt weren't happening. She was messing with his mind bad. The kiss and touching went on a little longer until he finally got the will power to stop, he didn't know where that will power came from but he was glad.

The sensations stopped and he stood there, head reeling as reality set in. he was standing there alone. No one was there. He sniffed the air and caught her sent again. He shook his head from any symptoms that might have lingered. What the hell was THAT? He set off running after her at full speed, in full animalistic form.

She found her in the back of the park, where swamps and marshes started. She smirked as she beckoned him with his finger to come. A part of him stiffened as he followed the feral beauty. Her silver hair glistening in the sun. She was swallowed up by the trees of the forest. He rushed after her; he liked the chase and fight she was putting up.

He found her sitting on a log in her lacy black bra, dog tags resting between her bulging breasts, and her army pants and boots. She was practically his perfect woman. She laughed as though she heard his thoughts. Her laugh caught him off guard, it was a bell like laugh that soothed. It was sexy at the same time. His animal instincts took over, and he could feel hers were as well.

He stepped forward. He could feel her bristle and become tense, ready to flee again. He grinned like a maniac. She jumped up and landed in a cat like position. Her knees bent, leaning forward, her nails gripping the tree trunk she was sitting on. Her long hair falling forward. She was perfect, his breath caught. She laughed again.

"Are here to take me, Mr. Creed?" she said in a mocking sexy husky voice. He stiffened more as he looked at her pouty face, and soft lips. He chuckled, how he wanted her to scream his name. This time Naomi blushed. Throughout their fun game of cat and mouse, she felt his emotions and urges. They were driving her crazy as well. She could feel how bad he wanted her.

She slowly and gracefully stepped down. The put her hands out as though he was going to cuff her, her nails retracting only slightly.

"Stryker wants me… aren't you here to bag and tag 'em?" she was teasing him and he couldn't take it any longer. His mission was to simply bring back the mutant Naomi Williams, safely and not hurt… but he couldn't help himself when she could handle herself with him, and she teased him with the kiss…how could he not want more.

Before Naomi knew what hit her, Victor was kissing her passionately and animalisticly. He had her arms pinned above her head with one of his hands; her legs were twined around his torso, a certain hard part of him rubbed against her, making her almost lose to her instincts. His other free hand trailed her body, as though he would never see it again.

He was surprised when she kissed back. The feelings that came with the first kiss were surfacing, but he twisted her wrists in his grip, making her arch her back, pressing her breasts into his chest again. He moaned with pleasure at that. He reveled in her taste. It was like nothing he's tasted before. He ran his nails down her back, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips and he swallowed it up with a kiss. Her eyes fluttered back into her skull from ecstasy.

Victor pressed his body into her further. She wrapped her legs around him tighter. He moved his free hand to her chest and felt her massive breasts. She almost screamed in pleasure. He smirked exposing her canines.

She was a lot of fun… he could feel her purring under him. He couldn't handle it any longer, he had to have her or he would go mad. His hands trailed back to her camo pants. He started ripping them down. He felt her shiver then her purring turning into growling. It caught him off guard as she kneed him in the rather hard genitals.

He doubled over in pain considering they were extra sensitive. He could barely hear her laughter as blood rushed through his ears. He started seeing red as he looked up. A glare that could almost cause death. She just smirked like she won.

She sauntered away, acting as though he was no threat. He growled out a roar and she tilted her head sweetly to the side and raised a brow. Her yellow eyes caught him off his guard and before he could react he was passed out, his vision swirled with darkness as it consumed him. The last thing he saw was the perfect form of Naomi walking towards him smiling.

Terra reached the apartment shortly after running into Victor. Confusion consumed her as he laid her things down and sat down on the floor, her head in her hands. She shook her head with disbelief. She hadn't seen Naomi since the Civil War; they stayed in touch, but not really. They always had each other backs but they truly never needed the support.

Naomi was completely separate from her and Tessa. Tessa was a highly flying enigmatic electric fire ball, she herself was a little more mellow with some feisty mixed in… but Naomi was worse… her animal instincts made her mind a little different. She craved the hunt, needed the feeling of fear from her prey coursing through her veins.

But she was a walking contradiction, with the empathy she inherited from her mother. It messed with Naomi's animalistic instincts making her feel the emotions of those around her, especially of those in whom she hunted. It tore her apart most days of her life… especially in the wars. Her mind snapped back when she noticed Remy standing in front of her, and her cheeks wet.

She had been crying. He knelt down in front of her placing his hand on her knee and rubbing gently.

"Oh, cheri, I knew you wouldn't hold up for much longer…" his Cajun voice trailed as she lunged forward, crashing her body into his, her body wracked with sobs. She pulled him close and tightly, gripping at him as if he was the last bit of hope she had left, and in reality, he was.

He squeezed her tight against him. In the very short amount of time that they met, he had grown quite fond of her… his large hand rested on the back of her head… her body formed to his; she was week, physically and emotionally. He picked her up gently and brought her to his bed.

They fell asleep next to each other again that night… as they would every night.

End of Chapter.