Wolvie
Femmes * Runaway:
Rayne awoke and looked about the room.
Even though she recognized this room as the one she was given to stay in by
these people, she still felt uncomfortable. Alone?
'Funny that,' Rayne thought as she
continued to look at the interior of her quarters, 'how is it possible to
feel so alone when surrounded by people?'
Though, Rayne was no stranger to
loneliness. She remembered the days when she was an orphan, surviving on the
streets of New Orleans. She was always surrounded by the crowds that she prayed
upon for her survival, and she was not proud of the fact that she had to steal,
but she had to do what it took to stay alive. She met Remy on those streets.
'Ma chere, Remy. Ma couer est ma la vie.'
She thought sadly.
How Rayne cherished those days with her
surrogate brother. For a while she felt like she had a family. Even though,
Remy was adopted by Jean Luc LeBeau and she wasn’t.
Rayne knew that Jean Luc loved her like a
daughter but couldn’t adopt her out of proper guild etiquette. However, she was
taken under the wing of Tante’ Mattie, the healer and spiritual guide for both
the guilds. Rayne always considered Remy to be her dear brother. 'Ah do love
dat rascal,' Rayne thought again of the fun times she had spent with Remy
LeBeau.
She sat up in bed and ran both hands over
her head, letting her clawed fingers comb through her short thick hair. Tears
welled in her eyes as she remembered those days long ago. She thought of her
Tante’ and how Mattie loved her. 'Poor Tante, what a disappointment I
must have been.'
Rayne
thought about that horrible day when her life was turned inside out. She
silently mouthed a curse to that day. Everything Rayne had grown to love was
torn away from her. She wished then for death.
'Oh how ah prayed for death,' Rayne
gasped in the darkness. But, fate is a cruel monster. It has brought Remy back
into her life, and instead of it being a happy reunion it is a horrible
nightmare!
Rayne buried, her head in a pillow to
muffle the sound of her sobs. She had to leave here. Even though it broke her
heart to leave her dear Remy. She had to leave here, tonight.
Remy hummed the alligator waltz as he
made his way down the now familiar path to Hayley's room. He felt better
knowing that Rayne had two guards. And two giggly gossipy teenaged girls would
catch every sound.
Remy stopped abruptly and rapped lightly
on the door and waited but nobody answered. He took a deep breath and tried the
doorknob and to his surprise it was open.
He could see Hayley's silhouette framed
by the moonlight that poured in from her window. His heart skipped a beat as he
remembered how she had jumped in front of him to protect him, and now he wanted
to hold her. He looked at the bed wearily too. He made his way to the bedside,
sat down and took off his boots. He leaned over and pushed the hair out of her
face.
"Chere, bebe?" he whispered.
Hayley moved slightly, "Hmmm?"
she said and her eyes opened slowly. She jumped at first, then smiled slightly.
He brushed the rest of her hair from her
face as she stretched, "You all right, ma belle fille?"
Suddenly, it dawned on Hayley what he
meant. "Remy, I am sorry I yelled in your head," Hayley sat up
straight. "It's just I am kinda used to you being around now," She
smiled at him.
He cupped his hand behind her head and
pulled him to her lightly, "you were dere for me when ah needed ya,
chere." He said before he kissed her.
Hayley relaxed under his embrace, and
when they parted, Hayley held back the sheets for him to join her in the bed.
Gambit paused and removed his shirt and pants, then climbed under the covers
with her. He pulled her close and caressed her raven hair.
Hayley felt her familiar pheromones take
over. She ran her hand up his chest as their legs began to entangle.
Gambit made a small noise and held her
tighter. Hayley and Gambit both slowed their motion and before the other knew
it the slow breathy sounds of sleep took the couple over.
Storm clasped her robe to her as she
stood in front of Justice's room. If she were wrong, she would feel a fool
tomorrow. But she felt strongly for this man and that was what finally prompted
her hand to rap lightly on Justice's door.
When there was no response she sighed,
assuming she was wrong about the whole thing and turned to leave before anybody
could see her.
Softly, the door opened and Justice's
tired smile greeted her. His body was kept concealed behind the door.
"Am I interrupting something?"
She could feel that she was near tears. She could see his shoulders and the
lack of clothing on them. 'Was Chloe there with him?' His damp hair was
hardly noticeable but Storm was certain it was sweat by the musky odor. Justice
must have felt her retreat because he threw the door wide open but stayed
behind it.
"I don't think you could interrupt if
you tried," He laughed.
Storm eyed the empty room and the made
bed, and stepped haltingly into the room. She heard Justice shut the door and
turned to see him grasping a towel around his waist.
"Sorry," he smiled as he
disappeared into the bathroom with his face a bit red. "I just got out of
the shower," He called hoping she would lose the guarded look.
Storm let her air go finally and smiled as
he returned in a robe, "I know it is late and I did not want to bother
you."
Justice was taken back by her formal tone,
"It's no bother." He sat on the bed and began to towel his hair.
Storm sighed and sat next to him,
"Let us not fall into facades." She faced him and let her eyes meet
his.
Justice sat up a little straighter,
"Is this about Chloe?" Storm didn't have to answer, Justice could see
he was right by her demeanor. "We're not a couple anymore," Justice
sighed, "Even 'she' could see where my heart lies." Justice stared at
her with new eyes and knew Chloe had been right as his heart raced, "I am
glad you came here." He smiled a little embarrassed, " I stayed until
Hank threw me out."
Storm smiled the first real smile she
had in a long time and she touched his moist hair. Her hand trailed to his
cheek but Justice grabbed it to kiss it and he pulled her into his embrace. His
arm around her waist pulled her into a small kiss and he let his kiss trail
back to her hand as he stood.
"I need to get dry and
dressed," Justice smiled ruefully as he backed up slowly.
Storm had a thousand questions in her
eyes because she had thought he had been 'waiting' for her. "Yes,"
she said softly wondering what she did wrong.
Justice kneeled down to her eye level and
kissed her head and then he caught his breath, "I don't want you to leave
but you do need to rest."
Storm sighed trying to figure this
gentleman out as he backed into the bathroom whistling. She was sure she was
ready but he seemed to keep passion at bay because of her health. Storm put her
head on his pillow tired from the emotions.
Justice return in his pajama bottoms to
see a now asleep Storm on his bed. He chuckled softly to himself and kissed her
head. He tucked her feet under the covers and pulled them to her waist.
'Yup, I do charm the women,' he
laughed to himself as he found himself yawning as well.
Wolverine awoke with a start, sensing
that someone was nearby. A sniff told him that it was Rayne.
'Probably in the hallway fretting the
fact that her brother was in Hayley's room,' He huffed, 'Better get used
to it kid.'
Logan didn't know exactly why RAT, as he
liked to call her, was having such a hard time adjusting to her new
environment.
He understood that Xavier's school for
the gifted bore an uncanny resemblance to Oliver Adam's home. The Adam's Estate
outwardly was a cultural showpiece with the very best of everything. European
tapestries, old world furniture, original paintings by great artist, Wedgwood
china, leather and silk wall coverings, the works however, there was a dark and
terrible side to that mansion. A maze of well-hidden corridors, which housed
labs and holding cells. All of which were used to contain and experiment on
mutants. The ones that survived the torturous rigors of the experiments were
sold, and shipped around the world to who knows what sinister end. It was not
yet known how many mutants died in those labs. But something seemed wrong
between Rayne and Gambit.
'It just doesn't make sense,' He
thought. Rat seemed to be both happy and miserable to be here with her brother,
and it disturbed him that Gambit didn't seem overly concerned with his
obviously distraught sister.
His sensitive hearing picked up Rayne
softly saying goodbye then he heard faint footfalls leading away down the
corridor.
An alarm went off in Wolverine's head. 'Sounds
like the kids figurin' on goin' somewhere,' Logan ran his hand
through his hair softly and got up trying not to wake Ally.
He got out of bed as quietly as he could
but Ally still woke up, "Logan, what is it?"
"Go back at sleep darlin', just gotta
check somethin' out," He slipped on a pair of pants and headed for the
door.
"Oh no you don't. I can tell
something's wrong, what is it?" Ally sat up and Logan could see a faint
glow coming from her eyes.
'Damn telepaths,' he grumbled
inside. "Rayne was just out in the hall. I'm gonna go see what she's up
to. You go back to sleep," He opened the door to leave.
"Like hell I will!" Ally was up
and reached for her robe.
Logan wasn't in any mood to argue so he
walked out the door and padded off after Gambit's sister. Her scent was fresh
and he would have no trouble following her.
As Ally tossed her robe on, the haze of
sleep cleared some and she thought she would try and find Rayne telepathically.
Maybe find out what the girl was up to.
'That might eliminate a lot of sneaking
around,' Ally reasoned. She reached out with her mind taking care not to
make any contact with her sleeping siblings. No sense waking them up until she
knew more.
When Ally found Rayne, she felt the
raging turmoil in the girls mind. Even though Ally had the faintest contact
with Rayne, the telepath was surprised that somehow Gambit's sister sensed the
telepathic intrusion. Ally felt an intense wave of panic and anger from Rayne.
Ally broke the connection with the girl then quickly contacted Hayley and told
her to have Gambit meet her in the hallway a.s.a.p.
Ally met the bleary eyed Acadian in the
hallway, "Remy, Logan and I think Rayne's trying to run away. He is
tracking her now and shouldn't have a problem finding her because she was just
here a few minutes ago."
The sleep flew from Gambit's face,
"She was 'ere?" He eyed Ally suspiciously, "How yo' know
dat'?"
Ally shrugged, "That's what
Wolverine said. I guess he heard her. He didn't say much before he left."
Hayley walked out into the hallway and saw
that Gambit was pacing, she yawned, "Rayne?" Remy glanced at Hayley
then looked to Ally for information, "Can yo' ask Wolverine wha's goin'
on?"
"I can try," Ally touched
Logan's mind and asked him if he had found Rayne.
"Kids already made it outside,"
Logan responded, "the little rat's fast."
"Stop calling that poor girl a
rat," Ally felt Logan's anger, "What is it, hon?"
"Kids scared and runnin', Al. Did ya
wake up gumbo?"
Ally sighed, "He is standing right
here."
"Well tell him to get his butt down
here to the front lawn," Logan growled.
Ally relayed that information to Gambit
who then took off running.
Hayley sighed deeply, walked back into
her room and closed the door.
When Rayne felt Ally's telepathic
intrusion she knew she would have to hurry now. Yesterday she had discovered
where the land vehicles were kept and figured that would be her best means of
escape. A jeep was closest to the doors so she hopped inside and quickly hot-wired
it.
The engine growled to life and made Rayne
cringe, 'Stupid noisy t'ing.' She ran to the double doors, shoved
them open, ran back to the jeep and gunned it through the opening.
When Logan heard an engine crank he
started running for the garage. He saw the doors fly open and ran harder. Just
as he got to the doors, Cyke's jeep zoomed past with a small whiskered mutant
perched in the drivers seat. He leapt for the 4x4 but missed and fell to the
ground cursing.
Gambit ran out the front door and watched
as his sister drove past. "Merde, what am ah gonna do wit' dat girl?"
Gambit saw Logan fire up his Harley and
take off after his sister. Remy ran to his own Harley and was quickly in the
chase.
Logan and Gambit knew there was a locked
gate between the estate and the main road, and hoped that would slow her down
some. Rayne on the other hand, had no idea there would even be a gate.
Furthermore, what none of them knew, was that extending out from both sides of
the gate underneath the pavement was an anti-acceleration field generator.
Designed by the high tech company, Stark International, its purpose was to keep
vehicles from ramming through the gates and it worked very well.
Rayne sped away in the jeep hoping to put
some distance between her and her pursuers. She spotted the closed gates ahead
and decided to try and run through them even though her intuition screamed at
her to stop.
'No, I have to get away from here,'
She growled inside and tried to ignore the insistent alarm in her head. Her
foot pressed down harder on the accelerator and the 4x4 lurched ahead. Rayne
cringed and braced for the impact. Just before the vehicle hit the gate it was
caught in the anti-acceleration field. It was as if the jeep were caught in a
time warp. In slow motion the vehicle was halted. The engine wound down, the
wheels stopped; the 4x4 sat motionless a few inches from the metal bars.
Logan stopped his bike to the side of
the jeep and wondered what had just happened. The jeep was sitting there in
idle and Rayne was still behind the wheel. Her head suddenly dropped forward
then snapped back as she came out of the effects of the force field.
She groaned, "Sacre bleu! What da
hell was dat?" She looked around and saw Wolverine standing there with a
puzzled look.
"Guess they don't like people
rammin' the gates," He offered. Both keen eared mutants turned and
regarded the headlight and roar of Gambit's approaching bike.
Rayne utilized the slight distraction,
leapt from the jeep and slipped through the gates. She was determined to get
away and still hoped that she had a chance. She knew she was weak an injured
and it would probably take a miracle now for her to pull it off, but that
wouldn't keep her from trying.
"Damn it, get back here ya little
rat!" Wolverine growled and climbed over the wall after her.
Remy skidded his Harley to a stop, leapt
off his bike and followed Logan.
Rayne saw that they were in hot pursuit
and knew she wouldn't be able to outrun them on flat ground. She noted a very
tall tree off to the side and made for it quickly.
Wolverine saw that she veered off and he
cursed as she started climbing a tree. He stopped a short distance from the
trunk and waited for Gambit to catch up.
Soon, both men watched as Rayne ascended
to the top of a nearly 70-foot tree.
Remy kicked the ground and yelled,
"Get down 'ere girl, NOW!"
Rayne called down from her lofty perch,
"No! Go away an leave me alone."
Gambit started off for the tree. Logan
put his hand out to keep Remy still for a minute, "Let me get Ally out
here. She can come and drag her outta the tree better then we can. "
They heard a shuffle from above and some
debris fell nearly hitting them. Wolverine huffed, "She's throwin’ sticks
at us like a flamin' monkey."
Remy was tired of Rayne's foolishness and
wanted to just climb up and drag her down himself, but he knew that she would
probably do something stupid and get herself hurt. Then he remembered all the
bad things she had been through, both recently and in the past.
He put his foot on one of the sticks she
tossed down and snapped it in half. 'What am Ah gon' do wit' yo' girl?' He
thought as he picked up a part of the broken branch. Gambit looked up into the
tree and saw Rayne's amber eyes glowing in the darkness.
Ally had kept tabs of the situation by
keeping a slight contact with Logan's mind. She was fully clothed and standing
on the front steps of the mansion when he used the telepathic link to tell her
that they needed her help. She lifted silently into the air and flew towards
the gate.
As she approached from the air she asked
Wolverine where Rayne was. 'Look out straight from where you are, darlin,’
He thought as he pointed his finger to the top of the tree in front of her.
Rayne saw the woman's approach and
panicked when Ally looked at her and started flying towards her.
Ally tried to calm Gambit's sister
telepathically but kicked herself as soon as she touched the girls mind. She
saw Rayne's eyes flash an intense amber light, and the girl scrambled out on
the branch as far as it would support her then pushed off into the night.
Remy watched in dismay as Rayne leapt from
the branch. He saw his sister reach out to catch the branch of a nearby tree
but her arm snapped back against her side before she reached it. There was
nothing he could do but watch as she fell.
Rayne had wanted to grab that branch but
in her panic she forgot about her broken ribs. When she attempted to grab a
hold of the life saving branch, a stab of pain hit her so forcefully it drew
her arm back to her side.
Rayne's body twisted as she fell so that
she was falling back first. She noted all the bright stars in the sky. She had
always loved to watch the night sky. Many times it was her only comfort in her
desolate and lonely life. Rayne longed to be in that vast sparkling darkness,
swimming among the stars. Her mind then drifted away into a dream.
When Ally saw Rayne falling she moved
herself around the other side of the tree. With her telekinetic powers she
slowed the girls fall until she was delivered safety into her brothers arms.
Ally also noted that thankfully, Rayne had passed out on the way down. That
girl could be a handful and it was best to be able to take her back to the
mansion unconscious, as opposed to kicking and screaming the whole way. That
reminded her of her sister Hayley, stubborn to the last. She shook her head and
landed on the ground next to Logan.
"We better get her back before she
wakes," Ally took Wolverine's arm and kissed his cheek tenderly.
"How do we get this damned gate
open?" Logan growled and looked at the strange looking gizmo sticking up
out of the ground near the driveway.
As if on queue, there was a hum and groan
as the gates slowly opened. Gambit put Rayne into the jeep and looked at his
Harley.
"Don't worry Gumbo. Ally here will
take good care a yer ride," Logan looked at Ally, whose face contorted in
disbelief. He chuckled, "Or maybe not." Gambit shook his head,
"No t'anks mes amis. Ah'll jus' come back for her later," He smiled
at Ally, "Sides, dat's way too much ride fo' a ’tit fille lik' yo' ta handle."
Ally humphed and stood with her hands on
her hips as Remy drove away in the 4x4, "What's with you men anyway. Why
are you so touchy about those stupid motor bikes?"
"It's not a 'motor bike' darlin’,"
Logan said as he mounted his Harley. Ally stood there a minute before getting
on the back, "Logan, I'm worried about that girl. Something's not
right."
Logan pulled out a cigar stump and lit
the end, "That's their problem to work out Al."
"I know hon, but I can't help feeling
that Gambit isn't taking it seriously enough," She stated as she climbed
on the back of the Harley, "Rayne is deeply troubled and needs help."
Logan shrugged his shoulders and drove
off towards the mansion. He too was concerned, but they were leaving soon and
there was nothing they could do about it now.
Remy carried Rayne to her room and gently
laid her on the bed. He removed her shoes, covered her with a blanket then sat
in the dark in the chair next to the bed.
He lit a cigarette and took a long deep
drag, then stifled a laugh. Even in the dark he could see his sister's nose
wrinkle. She never liked cigarette smoke and always made a fuss during the
Guild meetings. Going on and on about how it was gonna be the death of us. Remy
snickered and Rayne stirred slightly, "Rem, put dat nasty t'ing out."
Gambit eyed his troublesome sister over his hand as he took another drag. He
saw two amber lights blink at him from the bed.
He ground the cigarette out and sighed,
"We need ta talk girl."
Rayne sat up and wanted to tell her
brother that there was nothing to talk about. Somehow, some way, she had to
leave. But, she noted the concern on his face and decided instead to change the
subject, "How's Papa?"
"He's fine," Remy said as he
shifted in the chair. The movement was not lost on his sister though.
She sensed that something was amiss,
"Rem, yo' leave da Guild?"
Gambit shifted again, "Not
'xactly." Rayne's eye's glowed brighter as her anxiety grew, "Dey
kick yo' out?" She watched her brother carefully, noting every movement,
every breath anything that would tell her what was going on with him and their
father.
Remy said again, "Not 'xactly,"
but his breathing changed and she could hear his pulse quicken.
His sister hopped out of the bed, put her
hands on his knees and looked him straight in the eye, "Yo' gonna tell
me?"
"Nothin' ta tell, chere."
"Yo' lyin'," She knew he was
holding back, but should she really press him for the answer. She had been away
so long. It seemed like it was a lifetime ago.
Rayne sighed and slumped to the floor,
"Bes’ ah don' know too much anyway, ah guess. Not lik' ah can ever go back
dere." She closed her eyes and dropped her head.
Gambit didn't know what to say so he just
helped her up on the bed and sat next to her. Rayne curled up on his lap and
cried. Remy’s heart was broken seeing his sister in such pain.
He softly sang an old tune from back
home, "Laissez-faire, laissez-faire, ma jolie. Bon temps roulez, allons
danser, toute la nuit. Oh, T-Pierre va jouer p’tit fer, Boire la biere et jouer
cuillere, Laissez-faire, laissez-faire, ma jolie." He finished and
turned Rayne’s chin up so her eyes met his, "Rayne, ah know dat yo’ are
tryin’ ta save ma life by leavin’. Don’ worry ‘bout dat, chere. Ah can take
care a ma’se’f."
Rayne dropped her gaze, "Ah
do worry Remy, an rightfully so. Yo’ know how ruthless de assassins can
be." She flopped herself around on the bed so her back was to him,
"Ah’m tired of all dis Remy. Ah’m tired of everyt’in." With
that she fell into an uneasy sleep.
Remy, sat and weighed his options.
He finally came to a conclusion. He was going to make her stay here if he had
to sit on her 24/7. He was going to make her see that things weren’t as bad as
she thought they were.
With that decision made, Gambit slowly got
off the bed and made his way to Hayley’s room. He was satisfied that the
problem with Rayne would be solved soon.