Da last four days pasted slowly, very slowly. I go to our so-called practices everyday, all we do is work out in da gym. Well, can't really say dat. Fights do break out at least once a day. I wanted to laughed my ass off da first time, there suppose to be a team, non? And they're on da verge of ripping each other apart. But then again it's kinda scarey when ya can't trust da person next ta ya not ta rip your guts out.

Been here six days if ya count when I first show up. I heading for that weight room right now. I hear da music on and the weights hitting. I walk in quietly so I don't have ta talk to dem. I did my stretches in my room so I go to a bench. After a while I notice Vertigo being almost dragged over to a corner of the room by Harpoon. She not fightin` back but you can tell she doesn't what to go with him. I place da weights down and sit on the edge wiping down and watchin` the two. Harpoon's angry about something and he ain't getting any calmer. I move closer, they don't notice. Vertigo is looking at the ground she looks almost scared. I can hear his words, which aren't that pretty. She snaps back and he raises his hand to backhand her, she closes her eyes expecting the blow. I can't stand having women beat. Jumping from my spot, I grab his hand and twist it back. He turns to see who stopped him as I let go of his hand. I do a round house right into his face. "Not polite to go hitting ladies," I growl. My eyes glow firey red, I take my knife out and kneel next to him, my knife on his throat. I'm smaller den him, but gotta let him know that it don't matter, da I ain't afraid. "So make sure it don't happen, `kay?" I charge the knife for more effect. He doesn't move and he knows if he talks, he's dead. Everyone is watching by now. I pull the knife away and get up, I smile in-ward, I` burned him bad when I charged my knife. I look down at him for a minute, he's rubbing his throat, probably won't be talking for a week. Then I turn my gaze to the others, daring them to say something, challenging Harpoon to attack while I had my back turned. I think dey were all surprised I went up against any of them. I see Sabertooth smiling and chuckling to himself. I grunt in discussed and go to a side room where the punching bags and gymnastic equipment is. This room's a lot bigger then the weight room. The rage inside me is slowly getting stronger, don't know why. Maybe it's everything catching up to me, all the things da have happened over the years, just coming out now. But then again my rage maybe focused on myself. One reason for being scared, but of what I don't know. I'm using one of the long bags hitting and kicking it with all my energy. I've got to blow some steam off before I snap, and sense I can't leave da damn building I can go for a ride on my Harley, dis is the only way. The rage isn't dying down any, all I can see is red and all I can fell is anger. My hands and feet are becoming numb but I don't stop, and for some reason I feel cold as if the warmth in my body is being passed into something. I punch again, again, a kick with the right, another with the left, other punch, and another and another. *KABOOM* I'm sent flying across the room and into the metal wall, I heard my head hit, I slid the rest of the way down the wall.

******
INTERRUPTION:

Sinister creeps into the door way come from the weight room. He watches as the Remy slugs the punching bag. Remy's kinetic energy was bit by bit being channeled into the bag. He could see the small pinkish sparks fly every time Remy make contact with the bag. Even through his kicks, the energy was going thorough his boots and into the bag. The small sound of crackling was heard, Sinister noticed Remy's power ripping through the air around him. Incredible. Remy seemed not to notice or care. The punching bag began to glow more intensely. An explosion let louse seconds later. Remy's body hit the wall and a large thud was heard.

END INTERRUPTION

******

"Da hurt," I mutter to myself. I reach up to rub my pounding head.

"Lebeau." I heard barely hear Sinister's voice through the cloudiness, but I catch on to the tone of voice. Sound as though he was being stern with me.

"Oui?" My eyes still closed.

"What exactly do you think you were trying to do?" Without waiting for a response he grabbed my hand and lifted me to my feet.

"Thanks," I grumble. He heads for the door.

"I will be expecting you in my main lab in five minutes. You know where it is."

******

Feeling real stupid right about now. After peeling myself off the wall and getting my bearings straight I started down dis way. I press da panel next ta the door and it opens with a slit hiss. I quickly scan the room, guess habits die-hard. Sinister is on the far side of the lab, bending over something. I step in the rest of the way into the lab, keepin` my mouth shut. Wonder what he's doing? I move ta my right to see what he's doing. But before I can manage a good look he presses something and a dome covers what ever it was. Sinister turns ta find me watching him carefully. Trying to find something on him that would give me a clue. I watch as he slaps off some gloves and moves to a tube-like container, where they're sucked in, and he advances on me. About ten feet from me he stops at a table, "Come." I listen. Life has felt so dull and empty sense Belle's death and my banishment. But at the same time it hurt like hell. I do what I have to survive; maybe things will get better once I have Belle back, if she still wants me. "Let me see that." I reach up and touch my head; I bring me hand back down. It's covered in blood, wonder way I didn't feel it.

"Non, da's okay, don't even fell it."

"Exactly, you can not, you're losing to much blood, now sit." I look at him defiantly, but listen none da less. As I pull out my deck of cards and start to shuffle he grabs another set of gloves and examines my head. He roughly tilts my head. Ya can tell he's becoming annoyed with me. But I'm amazed how careful he is with the cut, but that's how doctors are. Yet this is Sinister I know he's probably killed his fair share of innocent people. I can't picture him as a family or any other kind of doctor.

"So what ya want me for?"

"I'd advise you to keep quite, if you wish not to have scar." He continued working on my head. After about five minutes he sets his tools down, I think he did a little more than needed, and speaks again. "I'd like you to know that that I do not enjoy this, I have much more important things to do. So don't let it happen again." He pulls a stitch through a little more tightly than needed, my jaw hardens. "Secondly, I'd like to inform you that just before you and the others set out on your mission I will need you in the this lab for a day for some… tests. I will be giving you the information needed to do your part sometime in the near future." He finishes putting in da sticks. "I'm finished."

"Sure." I pull a cigarette out, lighting it with my finger. "I'm figuring I'll go out tonight and relax a little. So I won't be back `til around two, if your looking for me."

"No."

"Pardon?" I turn sharply causing my hair to fly into my face before settling down.

"You are to stay here, until I allow you to go elsewhere."

"What's stopping me?" I stand up.

"Your wife." He troughs over his shoulder.

"Oh."

"Now leave me, I've got work to do and you and Harpoon have put me far enough behind schedule.

"Oui."

*****

Back in my room, playing solitaire, again. Could go to the rec. room, but do I want to, is the question. Maybe I do some cookin`. Non, I save it for Belle. Oh chere, how I miss ya. I pick up her picture and kiss it. "Well I'm off ta make peace, chere, wish me luck." I gently set her picture down. The journey to rec. room is short. I quietly slip in, getting a few dirty looks and The room is already filled with a warm smoke cloud, and a card game is being played in the corner, while Vertigo and Harpoon play a game of pool. Poor girl, Harpoon catches my gaze on the two of them and his own glare of hatred shows through. Sabertooth grunts in discussed at the sight of me, I think. I finally settle on the couch across from Riptide. I can see him watching me but I continue to stare at the News broadcaster on the TV. "Watchin`?" I ask him.

"No."

"Good." I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels, `til I hit da Saturday Night Live. Content I light another cigarette and slouch back into the couch.

And you are telling me this because..? -Sinister
WildCATs/X-Men The Silverage