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Eloi Chapter Forty Five
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never know, do you? ;)
Remy rolled
the dark-colored cigarette between his fingers and stared out at the
night. Dark shapes which he knew to be
shrubbery and other landscaping marred the otherwise clear view of the lake,
but he did not care. He was not out for
a relaxing stroll. He had to get out of
the house, had to get away from Magneto and the entire upside down world the
Institute seemingly had become. It took
all of his will not to run, not to just get in the car and go. Already he had started to reach for the keys,
mentally mapping out the route to Albany
that would take him through the last small town someone had claimed to see
Belladonna in. <i>
Non, </i> he scolded
himself. <i>
You ain’t gonna give Jubilee a reason, homme. </i> Belladonna’s angry visage rose up before his mind’s
eye and Remy swallowed hard, his throat suddenly parched. <i> I can’t.. ce n’est pas possible maintenant…
</i>[1] Her face did not vanish but it did not send
the same gut-wrenching chills down his spine and into his stomach as before. The sporadic reports from his friends still
in the league and guild gave Remy some hope that Belladonna was still alive,
but he did not want to hope too hard.
Jubilee had accused him once of being obsessed with a ghost and he
thought, as much as he hated to admit it, he might very well be. Before he could get too lost in his reverie,
a faint buzzing in his pocket jerked him back to the present. “Merde!”[2] Fumbling slightly, he fished the cell phone
out of his coat pocket and flipped it open.
“Todd, if you callin’ me from your room, I’m
gonna kick your ass.”
“Dude,
chill…I told you after the last time I wouldn’t do that, man.”
Remy
frowned, tucking the unlit cigarette behind one ear. “Qu’est-ce
que c’est le problem?”[3] He started walking then, his booted feet
crunching softly in the summer-dry grass, the dew not yet formed on the blades
even as the darkness crept inexorably towards dawn. “You run off an’ get arrested or somesuch?”
“Uh… not…as
such,” Todd replied slowly, his voice tinny over the cellular connection, road
noise muffling his tone. “Oh, EW! Put her head out the window! EW!”
Remy
snorted, amusement warring with concern.
“Todd, tell me.”
“Oh, ew. Wanda just puked all over this car. Oh, ew…”
Remy felt
his brows go up in surprise. “Wanda? You
found her? Where you
at?” He looked around in the dark
as if expecting someone to be at hand, someone to share the news with. “Todd, look away from de puke, homme. Answer me.”
Todd,
sounding distinctly ill, even over the poor connection, groaned. “Long story, man. But yeah, we got her here…we’re bringing her
back… You think you can slip us in unnoticed?”
“Oui,” Remy answered quickly, turning to head for the
gate. “How far off are y’all?”
“Um…EW!”
Remy did
not get a chance to comment before Rogue’s voice came over the line. “I swear,”
she drawled, “I ever have kids with him, he’s gonna be
useless as tits on a boar hog during the whole pregnancy.”
The Cajun
laughed outright at that. “Shoulda guessed you was there,
Rogue. What’s goin’
on?”
“Long story…
we’ll be there in half an hour. For the love of God, Todd! Get your elbow out
of the puddle!”
Remy
snorted, torn between disgust and amusement, as the line went dead. He would wait outside the gates, he decided,
and help Todd push the car in so Logan
did not hear them drive up. <i> Why ain’t he on his rounds? </i>
he wondered idly as he found the hole in the fence leading to the road outside
the grounds. A sudden flare of light
made him freeze, then back out of the bushes slowly. He turned, expecting to see the man in
question standing there, or at least nearby, glaring at him, but instead he saw
the entire mansion lit up. “What on
Earth…”
“Calm DOWN!”
Mark shouted, his voice uncharacteristically
rough. “It will be FINE!”
“HOW THE
HELL DO YOU KNOW?” Tabby screamed, wrenching herself from his grasp. “YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!”
Mark winced
as the shaky girl reeled away, staggering towards the library door. He knew the entire house was up by now. He could hear movement, voices. All of them were heading their way. “Tabby, listen to me carefully… you need to
sit down. You’ve been sedated. Your body
is weak from the drugs…. Sit down and try and calm down a bit…”
Tabby tried
to round on him, but her legs did not seem to want to cooperate. She fell, hitting her knees hard on the
wooden floor, before sinking back to sit on her heels. Her hands moved to brace her, keep her from
falling, but she looked so unsteady that Mark ignored her demands and eased his
hands under her arms, lifting her somewhat onto her feet and moving her into a
chair that he dragged over by hooking his foot around the wooden leg. “Fuck. You.”
Mark smiled
thinly. “I see Xavier runs a charm
school as well.” He did not glance up as
the door burst open. Instead, he kept
Tabby’s gaze and said in a low, bland voice, “I’m going to get you a glass of
water. You’re going to drink it, then you’re going to
let Doctor McCoy take you back to the infirmary. Is that clear?”
“And the
horse you rode in on.”
“Right. It’s clear.” He looked up at Beast and shrugged. “She’s not hurt, really. Her knees will be sore tomorrow.”
Beast was
clearly stunned. “I just saw her
downstairs… how the Hell…” He moved
forward a few feet, staring at Tabby. “How
long has she been up here?”
“About
fifteen minutes,” Mark replied, returning from the water cooler with a plastic
cup of cold water. “Logan
knew she was up here, for the record.”
He pressed the water into Tabby’s shaking hands and braced himself for
the splash he suspected was coming. He
let out a covert sigh of relief when, after the barest hesitation, she began
drinking. “Maybe you just missed her?”
Beast shook
his head. “Stay here. Don’t let her out of your sight.”
Mark opened
his mouth to reply but found himself facing empty air as Beast took off at a
dead run.
[1] It’s not
possible now.
[2] Shit
[3] What’s
the problem?
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