Mystic Shores
By
Reuben A. Macapinlac *Supereub*
Gambit, Rogue, and all other Marvel Characters are a TM of Marvel Comics
and are used here without their permission.
Please people, I'm pretty new at writing fan fiction, inspired after
reading all these different writers. So if you have a minute or two, can
you please send your comments at supereub@lava.net
PROLOGUE
***
Remy placed another empty glass down on the bar, more than just a bit
disoriented. Twelve beers in one night, a new record for the cajun. He
burped rudely. Staring up at the bartender eye to eye, he smiled.
"Another one mon ami."
"You realize what time it is?" the bartender said, slightly irritated.
"Oui."
He signaled towards the door. Remy slowly got up, trying his best to stand
straight. "I get de hint." he mumbled.
Remy lazily exited the tavern. On his way walking up the steps, he almost
slipped. (Damn homme! I am as drunk as a dog! Someone gotta remind me
never to do dis again.)
Remy suddenly remembered back to this afternoon, where he had a fight with
his only one love, probably the reason why he was here, drinking his night
away, in the first place.
***
"What do you mean?!" Remy yelled.
Rogue covered his mouth. "Shhh! You don't want ta cause a commotion sugah!"
Remy slapped her hand away. "But Joseph's not your type chere!" Remy replied.
"Please, I have grown fond of Joseph. If you were my friend, you would
understa..."
"Dat's just the point chere!" he interrupted "I just don't want to be 'your
friend'. I have been loyal to you for years, and now you t'row it all away
for dis gray haired liar who would, up to a few months ago, would kill you
where you stand!"
Rogue started to sniffle. She turned away. "Ah thought your reaction
would be betta than this Remy."
Remy walked towards the door. "Well chere, you do what you want, the two
of you can go to hell for all I care." he said as he slammed the door
behind him. As he walked down the stairs, he heard a lamp crash against
the door and loud cries come from Rogue's bedroom. As hard as it was for
him, he ignored it, but quickly left the mansion, heading to his parked
chopper in the garage.
***
Remy started to walk down the street, but stopped when he saw a woman walk
up to him. Nonetheless, it was an attractive prostitute, who had seemed
to have an eye for him.
She put her lips by his ear. "Looking for a good time?" she whispered.
Remy thought of Rogue for a second, then thought of Joseph. (How could dat
jerk take away the only femme for me.) He sighed as he turned and smiled
at her. "Which way chere?"
She quickly led him towards a side alley, she held his hand as they walked
casually inside a small storage room. "Just a second handsome. You don't
move now." she said as she hurridly left the open room.
Remy sat nervously on a stool. (What de hell is she doin'?) he thought,
fidgiting in his seat. He thought for a few moments then finally came to
his senses, he slowly stood up. (I can't do dis, not matter if Rogue
loves Joseph or not.) He slowly headed towards the open door, he stepped
out as he saw several men talking to the prostitute as she pointed at the
room. Usually, Remy would think they were just friends, the weapons they
started to arm themselves with changed his mind.
One of the men spotted Remy from the distance. All attention was on Remy,
who started to step back at this point. (Dis is goin' to be a long night.)
He stood calm, but slyly searched his pockets for a card as they came over.
But he had no luck. He smiled at the prostitute. "So dis is what I paid
for?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"Fuck you." she snapped.
The three men surrounded him. Xavier had taught Remy and the X-Men since
day one that avoidance was always the better part of valor, but
unfortunatly, these guys just wanted his money. "Now can we talk about dis
like mature adults homme?"
"Shut up frenchie." the first thug mumbled as he tightened his grip on the
iron pipe he held in his right hand.
Remy slowly brought one foot behind the other in an almost casual fighting
stance, feeling his muscles tensing. He wasn't as good of a fighter as
Logan, but he knew he could probably take on these guys without referring
to his mutant powers. "If you plannin' on doin' somethin' mon ami, now's
the chance."
The first thug walked up towards him, scowling. Remy stood his ground.
The stranger lunged, no weapon in his hands. Remy brought up his right
hand and caught his adversary's arm. He then brought his own left arm up
over his attacker, pivoted powerfully, and threw him to the floor. It was
a basic technique, that was as safe as it was effective.
The thug started to get up, cursing under his breath as he signaled the
other two men to get him. Remy took a step back, one of them held a
switchblade as the other had an iron pipe. He slid his right foot back and
threw a side-foot kick into the oncoming attacker's chest. The one with
the pipe fell back. The second, with the knife, lunged at him. The knife
sliced Remy's left arm, leaving a mean gash, Remy grunted. "Dat hurt." he
whispered under his breath.
Remy quickly kicked the man's hand and sent the knife spinning across the
floor. He followed his kick with a reverse punch, breaking his attacker's
nose. The thug yelled in pain, drops of blood ran down his face.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around his neck. The next attacker lifted him
back, he struggled his way out of his grip, which was difficult considering
this man's exceptional strength. He quickly grabbed the side of the arm,
knelt down, and threw his attacker over the back. He grabbed the fallen
thug and chopped him across the neck. Leaving him out of breath. That was
two out of three.
But where was the original attacker? The one who seemed to be the leader
out of the group. He scanned around the alley, when he heard a sudden
burst.
BANG!
Remy froze. He felt a sharp, almost an unbearable pain. He stared at the
blood that stained his shirt. He suddenly had trouble breathing, he fell
to his knees. From the distance, he saw the leader, his hands shaking as
his two hands gripped the gun. The lady prostitute started to scream. She
could hear her becoming histerical, cursing at the leader. Remy fell
forward into the pavement, he slowly closed eyes, and the scene turned
black.
END OF THE PROLOGUE
Reuben M. *Supereub*
supereub@lava.net
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