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Eloi Chapter Twenty Nine
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Kurt felt
sick. His stomach ached and his chest felt like it was on fire. _What have I done? _ he asked himself for
what felt like the millionth time in an hour.
_She’ll never speak to me again.
_
“You okay?”
Remy asked quietly, easing into the room like a shadow. When Kurt did not answer, he peered closely
at him in the half-light of the security lamp over the window, shining down
onto the lanai. “You cryin’?”
“Nein,”
Kurt snapped bitterly. “My eyes are
leaking.” He turned his face away from
Remy, not quite willing to leave the comfort of the lanai and it’s lack of
strong memories of time spent with Kitty.”
When Remy did not leave, but rather sat down in the wrought iron chair
opposite Kurt, the German mutant sighed.
“I broke up with Kitty earlier.”
There was a long silence in
which Remy lit a clove cigarette, took a long drag, then blew a series of smoke
rings. Finally, he said, “Tu est fou.”[1]
Kurt glared
at him balefully for all of one second, then ducked his head, burying his face
in his hands. “I just couldn’t stand to
see her get mad at me anymore… I’m holding her back and I want her to be happy.”
“You ask
her if dis gonna make her happy, homme?”
the Cajun asked idly, staring up at the small smattering of stars visible
overhead. “Or you jus’ guess?”
“She wants
to go to school in Chicago, she
wants to do so many things… and I’m happy here.
I’m happy not going to college right now, going home to Germany
when I can, I’m happy like this. And I
would get upset with her and she would change her plans…” He shook his head, standing and staring down
at Remy. “I did not ask her but I know
this will be better for her in the end.”
“You know
what dey say ‘bout assumin’,
mon ami?”
Kurt rolled
his eyes. “Ja…”
“C’est stupide.”
“I do not
think that’s what they say about it, Remy,” Kurt replied after beat, smiling
slightly.
“Non, mais it makes more sense, eh?” Remy motioned to the sky overhead, his
cigarette hanging between two fingers, as he continued on. “We go ‘round assumin’
what we know is right an’ wrong mais, in de end, we
all regret it, ya know? Never hear an ol’ man say on his death bed ‘I’m glad I ditched Mable back in ought six’.”
Kurt opened
his mouth to reply, but found himself at a loss for words for a moment. “Remy…
do you ever *hear* yourself talk?” he finally asked. “Sometimes I wonder.”
Remy
laughed, standing to join Kurt. “All I’m
sayin’ is you were rash, mon
ami. You put
de cart ‘fore de horse. You jus’ gotta tell Kitty you were wrong, an’ den work it out wid her.”
He shook
his head, sighing. “She hates me
now. She’s never going to speak to me
again.”
“She tell
you dat, too?”
“Nein,”
Kurt groaned, “but I *know* Kitty…”
“We mus’ be talkin’ of two different Kittys den,” Remy sighed.
“De one I know wouldn’t hate ya for dis.
Be mad, oui, mais
she ain’t gonna hate ya.”
Kurt fell
silent, his eyes turning to fix on the constellation revealing it’s form
overhead. A soft hissing sound rustled
from the rhododendron on the other side of the lanai’s stone wall and he sighed
again.
Remy ground
out his cigarette, frowning. The hissing
sound came again, this time sounding more distinct. He snapped his fingers softly, getting Kurt’s
attention, then he motioned to the wall.
Kurt looked at him, confused, until the sound rose again, louder this
third time. Kurt nodded and vanished and
Remy grabbed the top of the wall, heaving himself over to drop lightly on the
ground on the other side. Kurt was
already there, his hand over a female’s mouth, clutching the struggling form
tightly with arms, legs and tail. A pale
blur shot out from an adjacent shrub but Remy was fast. His bo staff swung
out, and the blur stopped with a groan. Pietro lay on the ground, clutching his crotch, tears
leaking from the corner of his eyes.
“Tarot,”
Kurt grunted, trying to avoid a pain similar to Pietro’s. “Magneto sent them.”
Pietro muttered something that might have been an aspersion
on Kurt’s mother or possibly a request for Remy to remove the bo which was currently cutting off his air supply. “Quoi?” Remy demanded, pressing slightly more
firmly with the end of the bo. Pietro shot him a
glare and the Cajun relented. “Need air
to talk… desole.”
Pietro coughed once, making a small show of inhaling
deeply, patting his own chest as if he had been deprived of oxygen for minutes,
all the while cradling his assaulted manhood with his other hand. “Look in the bush,” he finally snapped.
Remy and
Kurt exchanged glances. “You try an’ run
off, I make you a soprano in de Vienna Boys Choir, neh?”
Remy threatened. He gave Pietro one last, pointed look and jogged to the
rhododendron. A white bundle lay at the
base, tucked under some fallen leaves. His first, panicked thought was that they had
planted a bomb, that it was going to go off any second, then the bundle
sneezed. “So you a stork now, Pietro?”
Kurt yelped
as Tarot bit down hard on the side of his finger. Automatically, he jerked his hand back to
examine the wound, freeing her to speak.
“It’s Lucas, you twit.”
“Lucas…” the pain faded from Kurt’s awareness as he
stared at the back of Tarot’s head in shock. “Tabby’s baby!”
“Pietro’s
son,” she corrected. “Wake up your
Professor. I refuse to speak to you.”
Pietro stood, wincing slightly and watched as Remy took
Lucas from beneath the bush. “Is there a
Witness Protection Program for mutants?” he sighed.
“You’re NOT
joining us,” Kurt snarled.
“I didn’t
say Wussification Program,” the blond youth shot
back.
“Tais-toi!” Remy snapped.
Lucas stirred in his arms and sneezed again, then yawned. “Everyone inside before this kid starts bawlin’. Kurt, take ‘em.” Kurt grabbed Pietro’s arm and the three
mutants vanished, leaving Remy alone with Lucas in the side yard. “When you older, remind me to tell you how
much trouble you are, d’accord?”
[1] You’re
crazy.
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