Title: Black Magick
Author: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) & Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk)
Website: none
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Black Magick 5
By Spirit Melody & Firesong
Remy threw his sweat soaked towel into his wash basket and pulled the band from his hair, letting it cascade down his back. Ruffling through his hair with his hand, he skimmed his CD collection. Nothing really appealed. He made a mental note to head to the music store in town that weekend, and pick up some new disks. Grabbing his brush from the table he started to pull his hair into some look of decency. He never went anywhere without making some effort to look good. 'But den Lebeau. You a'ways look good.' He smiled to himself. He started towards the bathroom, when a glint from the floor caught his eye. Pulling it out from underneath his bookshelf he turned it over in his hands. A smile of triumph, and a quick click of the CD player, he was rewarded with the soothing sounds of Enya. 'I been looking for dat everywhere. Always in de last place you look, non?'
After brushing his teeth, and finishing his hair he dropped lazily on the bed and closed his eyes. The time in the sauna had been relaxing, but that nightmare was still prying on his mind. The screams, the fires, the smell of burnt flesh. Then the flash and that agonizing pain in his chest. Blood. There had been so much blood. He never realized just how much blood a body contained. Enya didn't seem so relaxing anymore.
A sharp knock on the door made him jump. Who the hell would come to see him. Then it clicked. The date with Logan. 'Sorry, game date. Logan would hate to hear it called anyt'ing else.'
He opened the door, to see a large well built man, smelling of cedar, pine and cigars. Remy raised an approving eyebrow. Never could a man make jeans and t-shirt look so casual and damn sexy at the same time.
"Hi dere Logan. Didn' t'ink I'd be seein' you tonight after all." He motioned for Logan to come in.
"Hey kid." Logan answered in his usual gruff manner. "Ain't stoppin' so grab your coat and lets go."
"Oh, ok." Remy grabbed his black leather jacket and followed the Canadian. As soon as he shut the door, he swore loudly. "Merde! I've left de damn door keys inside." Logan snorted and turned round.
"You're a thief, Cajun. I'm sure ya still get back in." He climbed into the jeep and revved the engine. "Now move it, gumbo, I've got a pool table waiting with your loosing ass on it."
Remy smirked and jumped into the jeep. "Not so, Cher. I've been practicin'."
"What? Since I asked ya?" Logan gritted the cigar and started driving out the gates.
"Oh, oui. I got me a littl' table wid balls dat 'ave your face on dem." Remy smiled as the wind whipped through his hair.
"So ya like the idea of hitting me with a stick?" Logan's mood lightened a little.
"Well, I don' 'ave a rolled up newspaper to smack you wit' 'andy, mon ami."
Logan looked at Remy a moment before returning to the road. He knew the Cajun was just making friendly banter, and he was never one to back down. "You're sayin' I'm a dog, punk? Coz if ya are, I'm kicking ya out right now, without opening the door." He heard Remy laugh, and it felt real easy on his ears.
"Non. You just need a little smack now an' again." He put a hand between Logan's thighs causing him to jump. "You can smack me back if y' wan'." Remy loved the way Logan's face started to blush as he pushed the Cajun's hand off him. He was actually speechless and settled for a change of subject.
"I know this pub just off the freeway. It's not much but, it sells good beer."
"Oui. I know it." replied Remy, knowing full well that he'd only been there a few hours ago. But those guys would be gone by now, he hoped.
They pulled up a short while later and headed inside. As soon as Remy stepped foot inside he scanned for the thugs from earlier. Nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief he got the first round and followed Logan into the pool area.
Three games of pool and a heck of a lot of pints for Logan and a good few for Remy later Logan stood grinning as he beat Remy for the third time in a row.
Remy pouted very slightly; but didn't mind in the least that he'd been beaten by Logan. They were havin' a good time. Small conversation. A little flirting, all on Remy's part of course. He'd really had a good time. A shout for last orders was heard and Logan grabbed their empty glasses.
"Gumbo, I'm gonna wait in the long queue at the bar for another pint. Want one?"
"Oui, sure. Merci." replied Remy absentmindedly while pocketing random balls on the pool table.
Logan left the room and Remy carried on practising shots until he heard the door open and close once again. Somehow knowing it wasn't Logan, Remy put down the snooker cue and looked up.
Near the door stood the three thugs from before. All now a lot more bruised and one with a white line plaster on the bridge of his nose; but still wearing the same malicious grins.
"Hey prettyboy. You owe us some. Broke my mate's there nose - figure you should try and make it up too us."
"Fuck off." said Remy, an evident warning of violence in his tone.
"Now that ain't very nice." The leader picked up the white ball and tossed it between his hands. His two friends grabbed a pool cue each. "Try and be a little more accommodating, eh? We'd hate to smash that pretty face of yours in. Make you look all ugly like." He sniggered.
"Yeah, I'd rather have that pretty face sucking my cock, then an ugly one." The other guy added.
"But then, a hole's a hole right?" The leader added. All three guys advanced upon Remy very quickly.
Remy spun and kicked one harshly in the stomach. He went down grimacing. He kneed another one in the mid-section - doubling him over. Then Remy knocked him down with a vicious fist to the back of his head.
Just as he was about to turn to bring the last man down Remy felt an immense pain as the base of a pistol was rammed into the side of his head. The pain flashed bright red behind his eyes and the room spun. Before he knew what happening, he was pushed down face first onto the pool table. The thug with a plaster across his nose pinned the Cajun's arms, whilst the leader quickly pulled out his cock. Fumbling with Remy's buckle, he pulled the jeans down.
"Get ready, pretty boy, coz I'm gonna make you scream."
The words brought back memories of never ending corridors and tunnels. The voice was different, but the words were the same. Fear, desperation and panic gave him renewed strength. He back headed the leader and punched the others man's nose. Fresh blood spurted from his nose and he crumpled to the floor.
He turned kicking the leader hard in the groin, before punching him hard in the face. The man crumpled. Remy straddled him, and continued to lay in with fists until he stopped moving. Dragging himself to his feet, he pulled his jeans back into place. Blood tricked down his neck from behind his ear. The room spun violently, and the Cajun could do nothing but slump to the floor heavily dazed.
Someone who had been watching the Cajun all day saw the perfect time to strike as he leaped in through the large open window.
*******
Logan smelt Creed before he saw the man as he rushed back to the room.
All he saw was Creed standing over a barely conscious Remy before rage fought to take over his mind. He fought it off though; knowing full well that he needed to be in his right mind to beat off Sabretooth.
Creed looked up at him, evident surprise on his face at first. 'Probably thought th' Cajun was alone.' guessed Logan.
"Well, heya runt. Didn't figure you'd be protectin' the kid's ass. But then it is a cute ass."
"Creed." A low growl.
A loud 'snikt' was heard as six adamantium claws extended from Logan's knuckles.
The two men went at each other, delivering and blocking blows so fast it would just seem a blur to the normal eye.
Creed was holding back though, more worried about keeping near an exit than disabling Logan. Logan didn't know why, Creed did though. Creed however egotistic he may be knew full well he probably couldn't take Logan down and carry the kid out of there.
As Logan got a nasty swipe to Creed's stomach, leaving three bright red gashes, Creed cut his losses and jumped out the window. Logan thought to follow but decided against it seeing the pool of blood that was gathering underneath Remy's head.
He retracted his claws and knelt down beside the Cajun and gently touched the younger man's cheek. The fiery eyes fluttered open and Logan breathed an almost inaudible sigh of relief.
"Can ya hear me, Gumbo?"
"Oui" replied Remy, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion or pain; maybe both.
Logan carefully moved back strands of Remy's hair and checked the wound. It was closing now. He knew the kid could have a bad concussion though. Logan thought his best idea would be to take Remy back to the boathouse and maybe ask Hank to come and have a look at him.
With some help from Logan, Remy walked out of the pub unseen, Logan steadying Remy with a strong arm round his back.
He got the Cajun in the jeep and leant him back against the seat. Remy closed his eyes and mumbled something Logan couldn't hear properly or understand.
He drove back to the mansion; thinking what could be done to protect Remy from Creed. It was pretty obvious that Creed would try again, but he somehow doubted Cyke and the rest of the X-Men would really care much.