DISCLAIMER: Gambit, Rogue, The Guilds, and Candra belong to Marvel.  I'm am just using them for my own entertainment and by no means wish to infringe on any copy rights because I simply don't have the money for any law suits.

***WARNING***: This story contains some strong language but no worse than on a general South Park episode, Jerry Springer segment, or a "Stone Cold" Steve Austin interview.

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IMPORTANT INFO THAT YOU WILL NEED TO KNOW: This is from Jean-Luc LeBeau's point of view and he's writing this on his computer (one he probably stole but that isn't the point.) It takes place right after Gambit gets out of Antarctica. I'm ignoring that one comment that Gambit had made about walking out of Antarctica and sticking with the X-Men Unlimited Issue (number, I don't have the slightest clue) where he is found by dog sled collapsed in the snow. That's all you need to know except that this is the product of caffeine and watching the sunrise after staying up all night. Enjoy.

A Father's Hell
By A Spawn's Kid
here-we-go@rocketmail.com


I close my eyes for one second and the whole world goes straight to
hell, well at least my world anyway. Sure, my whole council keeps
telling me that everything's going
to be okay and that it's none of my concern, but I keep wishing I had
kicked all their asses when they first started to gab in my ear.
They'd be singing a different tune if it was their boy that had been
freezing to death in a icy hell, but it was my boy. My little boy was
the one that almost died, never any of their's, not that I'd wish
this on any of their children.
This is my concern, as much as they'd want me to back away from the
whole Antarctica mess, I can't. What kind of father would I be
if I did? To abandon Remy in his time of need? Leave him scared,
alone, cold, and no place to go? I'd be like his biological
father, that's what kind of father I'd be. The bastard, never even
tried to find him, not that I would have let go under any
circumstances. How anyone could leave a child in the streets to fend
for themselves is beyond me, maybe it's best for whoever he is to
remain a mystery... I want to basically hurt my own council, I'll turn
assassin on a low
life like him.
It's funny. The media has this image of the guilds as two mafias,
only French: pin-stripped suits, ridiculous hats, the whole deal.
Wonder what they would think if they could see "their don" now?
Sitting in front of a damn computer watching that infernal
cursor blinking at me as if in taunt, not knowing why I even bothered
to write any of this, quietly wondering if I'm original thought process
was that this would make me feel better about the idea that my beloved
child nearly died, as the first rays of the sun peer through
my window, while my hand reaches yet again for a bottle of... I don't
even know what I'm drinking now. It's been too long since I really
cared. Must be the Cajun blood coursing through my veins, giving me
an incredibly high tolerance to alcohol. Any other time it would have
been a blessing but not now while I'm trying to drown myself in it.
That
would make a great cover story right there, "The True Guilds
Revealed", well at least the true guilds at the moment. It wouldn't
get published anyway, have to much power in this city to ever be
slander against like
that, truth or not. Got shot last week and my little brother, the
big, mean mayor, sued all the gun manufactures with angry vengeance.
As soon as I know Remy's absolutely out of danger I'll allow my own
angry vengeance free rein, I doubt it will be a simple lawsuit though.
The haunting images of my baby boy being carried in, frost bitten all
over, his hair wet from melted snow, shivering,
no matter how many blankets I put on him, would never permit a simple
lawsuit to be the lone vengeance, it calls for far more dire deeds.
I almost lost him, Tante Mattie said that it had been real close and
he still needed to be under her care. Just by looking at him I knew
she was right and didn't bother fighting to take him home with me, she
needed to care for him still. I'd be damned if I were to lose another
son. Bad enough I lost Henri, my own stupidity I suppose, could
have sent anyone to Westchester but I sent my oldest son instead. I
still have dreams of his funeral, wake up in a cold sweat, tears
streaking down my face. I couldn't, I can't lose Remy, too. Tante
Mattie assured me that he'd be alright, with time, but he'd be okay.
Still, I can't shake that urge to worry, but I guess that's what
happens when it's your kid involved.
I only got to speak with him for a little bit, he's been sleeping a
lot. Kept mentioning Rogue and how it's all his fault that she left
him there. It was only a matter of time until I got a full report
from some thieves to what happened and filled in all the holes
in Remy's sketchy account.
What a bitch! I can't believe it, after everything those two had
been through together, she did that! And I liked Rogue, too. Just
after I said, "I don't have anything against her. Could be worse, she
could be the heir to the rival guild." she goes off and does this.
Leave him in Antarctica with no chance for survival because she didn't
like what she saw in his mind, because she felt that she had that
right to cast judgment forgetting everything she'd done. Even Belle
wasn't that bad. At her worse, completely insane, with all her good
memories gone, and not to mention whatever else that twisted
benefactress of the guilds did to her mind, she at least gave Remy a
chance at survival. He
could have defeated her, there was a possibility of it, but with Rogue
he had no chance at all. The dog sled team found right in the nick of
time.
Remy hadn't told me anything of the trial, he must be building the
courage to tell me about his deep, dark secret still. Must be scared
out of his mind that I'm going to disown, if he only knew.
It'll be no surprise to me, it wasn't even a surprise when the full
report came back, I've known about this for years. A most definite
benefit from having a few spare men follow him around all the time.
Knew about four months after he did it, the report came back to me
late because he went off running. After the massacre he went to
Seattle and trashed a small threatre that had been used as
headquarters, I guess. The "fireworks" I've been told were incredible
and then he nearly disappeared, nearly being the important word.
There are most definitely bonuses to be being leader of the Thieves'
Guild.
His enrollment wasn't that horrible, he was just a wee bit dense.
Pack of murders and then Creed, words simply don't describe him, even
vulgar words in harsh sounding languages don't describe him, heading
down a tunnel just didn't ring a warning bell in Remy's mind that they
weren't going there to have a picnic. Last time I checked stupidity
wasn't a capital offense. Besides, he was young and easily
manipulated when he did it. Anyone would be easily manipulated if
Sinister told you that your wife was dead.
Maybe he's up, I can tell him that he's not the only one with
skeletons in the closet and I still love him and I wouldn't stop being
his father no matter how many stupid things he's done. If I disowned
him for every stupid thing he's done, I would have done it
hundreds of times by now. I guess that's the difference between the
guilds and the X-Men, the guilds admit they have skeletons in their
closets and due to that solitary fact, can't open other people's said
closets and rattle the bones, whereas the X-Men... they pick and
choose what closets they're going to search.
Now isn't that strange, writing this stupid thing did make me feel
better. It didn't curb my urge to seek bloody vengeance, but it did
make me feel a little better. Guess things will get better in time
but I suppose it's hoping for too much for the whole situation to
improve in the next fifteen minutes.