Fractals | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *yawn* Almost missed this one, lol… InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for archiving. J ProPhile: One more… ;) Morgan: *new glomp* Readers/Reviewers: Yes, it’s winding down, I promise, lol…
Remy made a face and scrubbed distractedly at his coat. “Gotta be de sewer, eh?” he muttered to Caliban.
“If you have a better way for us to travel through the world without being seen, I’d love to hear it,” a rather snarky female Morlock spat behind him.
“Marrow, please,” Caliban murmured. “We’ll be overheard…” He stared at the massive house, rising black and gold out of the subtle sweep leading to the river. “There’s several inside who can, without even trying…” He turned luminous eyes up to Remy and Jean-Luc. “We will remain outside. We will help whoever comes to us but we cannot go in. It is too dangerous I will not put them at risk,” he finished with a flicker of a glance to the handful of Morlocks who had accompanied them on the trek from New Orleans. “Marrow has found that two doors are open. This one,” he extended a long finger to indicated the side door, partially blocked by a van, “and the front door.”
Jean-Luc snorted. “Terrifique. Jus’ barge right in de…Remy! Where you goin’?”
Remy was already several yards away, not running but close to, heading for the front of the house. “I’m gonna pay a call. It ain’t polite to use de side door, Pere. Good manners ‘n all.” He shoved his sunglasses into his pocket and felt for the reassuring weight of his deck of cards. His bo thumped against his thigh as he walked, each step making the collapsible metal staff mark time.
“Remy, don’ be insane,” Jean Luc growled, grabbing his son’s arm and pulling him into the shadows of a honey locust tree. “You go bargin’ in de front, you ain’t gonna be comin’ back out.” His eyes searched Remy’s face but did not find what he had expected there. “Fils, I know dis hard mais…”
“Don’t,” Remy cut him off, his voice tight, “tell me what I feel. Don’ tell me what to do. You don’ got dat right no more.” He shrugged free of Jean-Luc’s grasp and set off at a steady jog for the front door. He hated that Magneto had so much open space around his house, but he supposed that was intentional. _Someone pissin’ people off much as him gotta know a few tings ‘bout makin’ it hard to catch him… _ He stopped before the steps leading up to the door, ducking into the shadows afforded by the architecture. It was very quiet but he knew better than to assume this meant it was all over. He knew Magneto, he had been Brotherhood… The silence did not scare him but it did nothing to allay his sudden spike of nervousness. “Here go nothin’,” he breathed to himself.
“What? No gift for the host?” Nathaniel Essex twisted his fingers into the back of Remy’s coat and pulled him back, hard.
“Merde,” Remy hissed. He drove his heel down hard on his assailant’s foot, ramming his elbow back at the same time and feeling the satisfying thud of bone impacting soft tissue.
“Obstinate, aren’t you?” Essex snapped, gasping for breath. Immortality was no protection against pain.
“Oui,” Remy snapped. “Drove Seour Margarite crazy.” He managed to get his bo in his hand, free from his coat, and in a smooth, graceful motion, brought the fully extended staff across Essex’s neck. The man choked, releasing his coat perforce. Remy did not wait for a second chance; he vaulted over the handrail of the steps and bounded to the front door, slipping a card between the door and the jamb and turning his back as it exploded, the door creaking open and the lock and knob hanging broken. The entire house was dark, as far as he could see, but that only made him more certain that he was not alone.
“Remy,” a familiar voice hissed, “get out of here. They’ve gone!”
“Belle,” he breathed, slipping along the wall towards the sound of her voice. “Where you at?”
“Just go,” she replied. “Solange is safe, your friends goin’ out now… jus’ go.”
She sounded panicked, a rarity for her, and this made him even more nervous than before. “Belle?”
“Go!” she barked, leaving silence behind.
Remy jerked, surprised, then bolted forward. She sounded as if she were mere yards in front of him. He heard a shuffle, then silence. “Belle?” He stopped when he reached the spot he believed her to be in. “Belladonna Boudreux, answer me…” He stepped forward and frowned at a faint crunch. There was enough light to see a glint of silver when he lifted his foot. “Dieu,” he breathed, bending forward. “Belladonna…” Her bracelet, a gift from his father years before, when they were naught but children, her mark, her weapon, was broken, the delicate silver chain snapped, the blade bent as if by great force.
“It’s rude to enter a home uninvited,” Essex snarled from the doorway. “You need manners…”
“Oh, tais toi!” Remy snapped. He crossed the room with a speed that surprised even himself, landing a punishing blow to the other man’s head. Several cards fell from his pocket in the process, Remy landing atop them as he was thrown off balance by Essex’s counter blow. With a faint smile, the Cajun rolled to his feet. “Nice meetin’ ya, mais c’est l’heur… can’t keep mes amis waiting…”
Jean Luc jerked back as Remy spilled from the door, Essex feet behind him and closing. The flash and explosion that rocked the foyer sent both thieves reeling. Essex was no where to be seen. “Fils,” Jean Luc finally said, standing and brushing himself off, “you always did like de loud noises…”
“Where Caliban?” Remy demanded, not falling into the familiar verbal sparring.
“Where we left him… Marrow got those who were comin’ out… They already in de sewers.”
“They’re out?” Remy asked, shocked. “How?”
“Sometime it better not to ask. Vas y.”
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