Pairing: Logan/Remy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Marvel owns the characters, no money is made on my behalf
Warnings: pre-slash, sappy, very AU, violence ^_^
Feedback: Yes, please!
Summary: Logan and Scott are send on a mission to New Orleans to recruit
another X-men. But the task is a difficult one as Remy is held hostage by
the enemies of his guild, made to work in a brothel.
Note: Thanks Nicole Wagner for the beta reading !!

I hope that someone's gonna call
And tell me this night is over
Cause I wanna start living my life
Before I get much older (The Ark, 'Tell me this night is over')

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Wolverine really didn't understand why Scott had asked him to help him out
on his mission in New Orleans. He hadn't given Logan any detailed
information and neither had Xavier. Why were they making so much fuzz about
it?
Sweat shimmered on his face as he trotted behind Scott through the amusement
quarter. Logan just hated the damp heat that lay above the city. It made his
head spin.
“Scott, whatever this mission is about, can't we just get it over with and
blow this joint as fast as possible?”
The other man turned to smile at him.
“That's exactly what we are up to, Logan! Mission starts in there!” he
gestured over to a nightclub - which was obviously more of a brothel than
anything. It looked rather tasteful though, a strange contrast to its
run-down surroundings. A high building, with several floors and flashy neon
lights.
“Didn't know ya had a taste fer floor shows, Cyke- if it's all fer cheering
me up I can only tell ya heading back home would make me fly more than any
of the chicks in there could!”
Scott chuckled.
“No, it is directly linked to the mission! We're on the lookout for a
possible new team member who's to be found in that club.”
“Wow, the X-men got me into a lot of shit, but that beats all!” the Canadian
muttered angrily.
“Come on, at least they have air condition in there!” Scott cheerfully
headed for the door and Logan followed the younger man, growling deep in his
chest. That so-called mission already sucked beyond words!

The club was noisy and crowded. Scott looked around searchingly, than headed
for a spot close to the bottom of a marble staircase. It was held clear from
visitors, a rope marking it as a no trespass area. From there, they had a
good view of the club's small stage.
“Perfect!” Scott sighed contented.
“We are going to stay exactly here, okay? That's very important!”
Wolverine smirked.
“If it makes ya happy, Slim! Though ya would have a nicer view of the show
if ya were closer to the stage!”
“We are not here for amusing ourselves, Logan!”
“Of course not!” Wolverine taunted.
“Can't you be serious for one minute? Listen, there will be a show starting
in a few minutes, involving the mutant we are to bring to the mansion,
okay?”
Wolverine grinned at the team leader. He always thought Xavier had higher
motives when he recruited new X-men - apparently not this time.
“We're gonna recruit a stripper? Woah, interesting!”
“No, not really. The mutant we're after was going to be the leader of a
local thieves guild one day. Their rival gang, an assassin guild, managed to
take him as a hostage, gaining advantage over their foes by gaining control
over their heir's life and death. This club here is owned by a certain
Marius Boudreaux, leader of the assassin guild. The boy is kept hostage in
this very place! He has some amazing abilities- one of which is going to be
presented on that stage soon- and that's were you come into the scenario-”
Wolverine caught the other man short with a snarl.
“Hold you're breath, Slim! A boy? Held hostage? That's a very touching
story, but between gangs, shit like that happens. I don't see how I could
help that kid better than you or any other of the team.”
“Logan, I wouldn't have asked for your help if you weren't the only person
who can make contact with the boy! They don't let him speak with anybody.
They don't sell him either.”
“You really tried to buy a male whore? Man, I would have liked to see that,
Mr. Ideal husband!”
“Very funny! Yes, I tried- only for talking to him, mind you! But to no use.
The only chance is to win him.”
“Win him? What the heck-!” unbelieving, Wolverine listened to Cyke's further
instructions. That was going to be one freaky evening!
“No Cyke, really!” Wolverine protested, after the other mutant had finished
telling him his plan.
“But it's the only chance we got to get the kid out of here! Come on, Logan
- I thought you knew best how it feels to be deprived of one's freedom! I
can't believe you would let the kid spend the rest of his life in a place
like this!”
Wolverine thought. Those last words had convinced him. Sighing, he gave in.

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A few drinks later- with having insisted he wouldn't cooperate without some
decent free booze- Logan found himself actually enjoying the floor show. The
girls were really hot and everything was held in a tasteful, rather
old-fashioned manner- more like in a Cabaret of the 1920ies than anything
else. There was some singing, some dancing and a huge amount of mouth
watering naked flesh. After a highlight of the show, a guy entered the
stage, announcing an act that obviously was a classic in this club as the
crowd began to cheer in a frenzy.
“Time to get ready, Logan!” Scott looked at the Canadian expectantly.
A low curse was all he got as an answer.
The lights turned dim as the most beautiful being Logan had ever seen in his
life entered the stage. The kid didn't look at all like what he would have
imagined. A mass of auburn hair framed a pale, sharp featured face,
dominated by disturbing eyes. They actually glowed red and there weren't any
whites in them. The fiery irises rested on darkest black. The boy was
dressed in flowing silks, shimmering in various shades of light blue, gray
and silver, so that his lean body seemed to be wrapped up in moonlight. His
age was hard to guess, but Logan estimated him to be still under aged.
An amazing, exotic creature, the boy stroke Logan as a breathtaking mixture
between male and female, strong and weak, naughty and innocent.
People shouted as he stepped forward and the lights grew brighter. Logan
couldn't understand how no one else recognized the worth that was displayed
in front of them. How could it be everyone was blind to see how special this
being really was, how utterly misplaced in a club like this?
“Hey Remy! Strip, petit!” a croaking voice was heard and rewarded with
applause.
“Mebbe later if y' can afford it, cher!” The boy replied huskily, as he
grabbed the mike and started singing 'Fever'- a song Logan had always
thought of as cliché, but, hell, with this demonic interpret it went
straight to his groin. There was a considerable amount of erotic dancing on
stage as well, not from the little mutant though, but from girls - still, to
Logan the main attraction was the boy. The way his red eyes peaked out from
underneath his overlong reddish bangs, the sexy purr of his voice- it was
simply bewitching!
An elbow pushing in his ribs sobered Wolverine of his haze.
“Hey, Logan, I told you Remy is an empath, remember? He is able to cast his
emotions onto other people- to charm them, that is. Try not to give in to
it, I need you thinking with your head rather than your cock!”
Caught, Wolverine only growled at Scott threateningly.
Lights grew brighter, dancers left the stage and the lean kid started to
joke and flirt with the audience, doing some card tricks. Logan sensed the
tension rise in Scott.
“Calm down, Slim, I promise yer little plan will work out alright!” To be
honest, Logan craved being alone with the kid by now- he was maybe even more
interested in Scott's plan working out than the man himself.
Little explosions dominated the scene on stage now, as the mutant boy
charged some of his cards as an amusement for the cheering crowd. That
indeed was a nice ability, Logan mused as he watched the faint glowing
objects dissolve into the air like small fireworks.
Suddenly, Remy stopped his tricks.
“Bien mes amis, y' saw me dealin' dat deck, n'est-ce pas? Got a treat for
y': De one catchin' dis card here gets a free ride- with Remy, dat is!”
The boy grinned at the audience and many of the club's regular visitors made
rude comments. Obviously, that part of Remy's act was a running gag. No one
would be so stupid to risk his hand catching one of the kid's explosives!
So it was a safe bet the boy wouldn't give away his price. Well, this time
was not like the times before! This one had Wolverine reaching out for the
tossed card. It wasn't too hard to catch as the boy made a habit of throwing
it towards the empty staircase, were it couldn't do any damage - a fact
Scott had found out during his visits to the club.
Everyone had grown quiet.
Wolverine saw the boy's demonic eyes widen in shock as he held out the
pieces of the card he had caught for everyone to see. His flesh was severely
burned and the smell and pain it caused made his stomach revolt. Clenching
his teeth, he hoped his healing factor would soon do away with the
disgusting wound. The audience stared at him in silent horror.
From the far end of the room, a blond, handsome guy made his way over to the
stage. Grabbing the mike, he tried to bring the situation back to normal.
“Wow, mes amis, tonight it seems we actually 'ave a winner 'ere!” He pulled
the kid close and beamed with self assurance.
“Applause for dis fearless gentleman who wins a whole night with our
favorite little demon! Meet me at de bar when de show is over to collect
your price, Monsieur! And now, mes amis, let's go on wit' our girls, eh?”
Saying so, the guy dragged his startled prisoner away with him.

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“'ow de fuck did de bastard do that?” Julien muttered to himself as he made
his way through the backstage area, keeping a firm hold on Remy's wrist.
“Let go, Julien!” Remy shouted at the older youth. How bad Marius had gone
on a trip this week! Whenever his father wasn't around, Julien treated him
like shit. Remy hated him with all his heart.
“The fuck I will! We gotta get y' ready for your john, petit, I can't risk
y' running away, hiding in de basement or where was it y' go when y' scared
y' runt?”
Remy struggled to get free, but Julien was much stronger than him and
insistent on dragging him through the hallway like some panicking animal.
“Merde, Julien, y' can't be serious! Dere's an agreement- I'm not to be
sold, and y' know well enough!”
“Might be Rems, but dat fellow won y'! What shall I say, I got a reputation
to keep up! He'll get his price!”
“Mais Marius, he would have never let dat happen!” Remy protested as Julien
shoved him into his little room, the place that was home and prison in dire
unison.
The older youth shot him a spiteful glance.
“Shut up! I ain't mon père, brat. I think it's long overdue y' pay for de
fine living we give y' here! Sides, y'll like it Remy. You a fagot any
ways.”
Remy flushed with rage.
“I ain't no fagot, homme! Ain't Remy's fault y' keep him locked up in dis
place all de time- not like I could lead an homme' s life, eh?”
The firm blow in his stomach took Remy by complete surprise, sending him
down to his knees. Gasping for air, he looked up to find Julien sneering
down at him before the other youth brutally backhanded him across the face.
Remy moaned out in pain. His bottom lip was broken and a small trail of
blood ran down his chin.
“Y' dare back talking at me, LeBeau?” Julien's punishing hand came down once
more, drawing more blood. Stars danced in front of Remy's eyes, he felt
nauseated, helpless and bursting with rage.
“My father spoiled y' too much. Now listen, y' gonna get fucked by dat guy
tonight and dere ain't nothin to discuss 'bout it! Don' know how he did dat
stunt with catching de card, but I 'm a man who keeps his word!”
Miserable as he was, Remy couldn't help smirking at the irony, which earned
him another smack in the face. His lip was bleeding badly by now.
“Y' can be glad I wouldn't let any LeBeau scum touch me, otherwise y' would
have sucked my cock from de moment dey brought y' here! Now get up, slut!”
Shaking, Remy obeyed, steadying himself on his dresser.
“Mais Julien...” He croaked in miserable protest.
“Long as my father ain't here, y' call me Monsieur Boudreaux, compris?”
Remy swallowed hard, pressing a hand to his lip to stop the bleeding.
“I'm not y'r slave!” he hissed at his tormentor through clenched teeth. He
wouldn't bear the humiliation Julien wanted to bring down on him, he still
had some pride left!
Darting out, Julien got hold of Remy's hair. The young thief desperately
struggled to escape the painful grip,but Julien only tangled his fingers
stronger into the rich auburn mane, twisting it until he could use it like a
leash, dragging the wincing kid close so harshly he sent Remy tumbling down
on the carpet once more.
Being hauled over the floor by the stronger youth, Remy couldn't help tears
watering his eyes.
Finally, Julien stopped, pulling down the hair he'd caught slowly, forcing
Remy to meet his gaze.
“Y' see now y' nothin' else but a pet to use as y' master wishes, brat?”
Julien said in a strangely calm voice.
“My father ain't gonna live forever, Remy. Who y' think will have to take
care of y' afterwards? Nothin' I chose, but if I have to live wit' such a
burden, y' better make it worth wile for me. I neither got de patience nor
dat mercy Marius shows towards y', petit. I really don't. And I'm growin'
tired of y' antics.” He viciously twisted his hand some more, making Remy
moan out in pain.
“Y' mine Remy. Now and even more after my father's death. I can do wit' y'
whatever I please! Y' understand dat a little better by now, boy?”
Remy shivered. The iron grip in his hair hurt, his stomach throbbed, blood
still flooded from his broken lip and above all the humiliating position the
other youth had forced him into made tears of shame run down his cheeks.
Thank God Jean-Luc couldn't see him miserable like that, even worse, giving
in like that! Remy knew he just didn't have the strength to fight Julien
anymore right now.
“Oui.” The thief hated the tiny sound of his voice. Why hadn't he defended
himself harder?
“Oui what?”
“Oui Monsieur!” humiliated, the young Cajun closed his eyes, the only way he
could flee from Julien's intense gaze. With a sigh, Julien let go of his
captive, leaving Remy to collapse on the floor.
“Bien, y' clean yourself up now, petit! Can' let dat homme have y' when y'
such a mess, eh? An' don' forget to tidy de room as well! I'll be back with
your- john!” An evil grin flashed across Julien's face as he saw how the
word made Remy flinch visibly.
“So, y' better be ready- y' don' wanna piss me off again, huh? Ah, and Remy-
?”
Julien leaned in close and lifted his chin up with two fingers, making Remy
try to flinch away from the touch in horror.
“Have a nice first time, slut!” Chuckling, Julien left the room.
Remy heard the door being locked. He slowly stood up and made his way over
to the small bathroom, staining the worn carpet with more droplets of his
blood. Feeling dizzy and like in a haze, he found some washcloth, started
the water and carefully wiped his face clean, pressing the cool fabric
against his broken lip until the bleeding stopped. He hated himself for his
weakness- why, why on earth hadn't he fought Julien harder? But a voice in
the back of his mind told him that he hadn't stood a chance. Julien really
was free to do with him as he pleased- he could do basically anything except
from killing Remy or maybe maiming him for good- but Julien's cruelty given,
the young thief could well imagine there were ways of making him compliant
that wouldn't leave external scars behind and nevertheless were hurtful.
Tears ran down his face again- if only Julien would have threatened him with
death! Right now, Remy wasn't sure if he wouldn't have taken that option
willingly, rather than losing the last bit of pride he clung to. He didn't
want to die really, but Julien's words had reminded him once more about the
miserable position fate had designed for him in life, and Remy cried
shamelessly as he dressed himself and cleaned the room like the obedient
servant Julien supposed him to be. Like Julien's good little dog.

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Logan was royally pissed at the man leading him to the kid's room. In a
hardly concealed cruel way, he was more than fond of offering him the boy's
ass.
“So, here we are, monsieur!” The jerk even dared to blink an eye at him as
they stopped in front of the kid's room. Logan wished he could just knock
the man down as he saw him fumbling around with a key to open the door.
Apparently, they really kept the poor kid like a prisoner here. But if he
wanted to get the boy out of this shit, he would have to stay calm.
So all he could do was wait to be led into the kid's room by the young man.
Logan was sure he had never seen such beauty as the young mutant's. He
looked even more appealing than on stage before, his lean form was covered
in fine silken clothing again, the shirt a dark green, pants black. His
attire made his alien eyes glow even more intense and matched the dark
auburn of his hair and his pale skin- obviously, the kid didn't see too much
sunlight. The boy was plastered against the window sill, his whole body
tense and alert. Logan could smell his fear and faint traces of blood
recently shed- and really, the deep red of the kid's mouth looked like it
came from some nasty smacks rather than nature.
Boudreaux closed the door behind them and Logan wanted away from that exotic
being, wanted to flee its twisted beauty before it drove him into getting
feral with desire. After all, this mysterious creature was not much more
than a scared child, in need of protection rather than anything else!
It was Boudreaux's voice that startled him out of his musings. He was
ordering the boy around, his instructions meeting only poor resistance.
“Come here, petit! “ the youth crooked a finger and the exotic kid hesitated
only slightly before he crossed the room.
“Non, to the bed, silly!” the kid obeyed and stood in front of the large
four poster, eyes flickering in nervousness and humiliation.
“Sit down, petit! “ Boudreaux looked pleased as the kid took a seat on the
bed, clutching his hands in his lap. Logan wished he could get rid of the
man the boy seemed to be so terrified of. But Boudreaux was intent on
officially handing him over his price and there was little Logan could do to
stop him right there and then.
“Bien monsieur, this is our little diable blanc- Remy by real name. Hope
you' re not too disgusted by his eyes- you'll see, he has a body dat really
makes up for dat flaw! Strip, petit!”
The boy stared at the older youth in shock, unable to move.
“Remy! Take dem clothes off! Tout de suite!” Boudreaux snarled at the kid.
With trembling fingers, the boy unbuttoned his shirt, showing the pale flesh
of his almost hairless chest. He hesitated before doing away with his pants,
but a deadly gaze of Boudreaux's made him rise from the bed and take them
off. Finally, he stood there naked and trembling, his cheeks so much blushed
they seemed to compete with his disturbing eyes.
“Like what y' see, monsieur?” the youth asked him triumphantly. Logan could
sense Boudreaux's arousal and hated the man even more for getting off on
humiliating Remy. Of course, the boy was a sight to see in his pale
perfection, but the fact he was forced into compliance was something that
tore at Logan's nerves. Even though it surprised Wolverine a whore would
feel so uncomfortable about a simple thing like undressing in front of a
john, he knew what it meant to be harassed and humiliated. He could imagine
how the boy suffered from the situation. He had to get rid of Boudreaux, the
sooner the better!
“Yeah, he's a beauty!” Logan assured the youth.
“Dat he is, monsieur. And much more beyond. He's a nice little toy, I'm sure
he'll please y'. Might look frail, but he can take a hell of a lot. Very -
adjustable, de petit!” Boudreaux smiled brightly at him and Logan wanted
nothing more than to smash his teeth, feeling the fear in Remy rise to an
even stronger level, bordering on panic.
“Sounds great to me! If ya could let me alone now- I don't wanna be
disturbed while I'm with him!” Boudreaux looked utterly pleased.
“Bien sûre, monsieur, y' can have him de whole night- just as y' please!”
“Great! Could ya leave me the key? I'd like to make real sure no one
interrupts me!” Logan hoped the jerk would give him the key, but he wasn't
sure he would. Luckily, it seemed the idea of leaving Remy locked up in a
room with a john to ravish him thoroughly contented Boudreaux
“Mais oui, monsieur, 'ere y' are! If y' care for a drink, de boy will serve
y'- dere's plenty in de fridge over dere! Have a fine night!” Saying so,
Boudreaux turned on his heel, casting a final sneer at Remy before he left
the room.
Relieved, Logan locked the door behind him, noticing it terrified the kid
even more. Secretly, he cursed Cyke for having gotten him into such a
complicated situation. Of all people you could have picked to talk to this
Remy-kid, he sure was the worst choice. Logan knew all to well that his
looks and ways were much more fit to scare people away than to soothe a
frightened kid. What more, the low, but never ceasing growl of his inner
beast didn't make things any better, considering the boy's empathy. Logan
had never met an empath before, but from what Cyke had told him, it seemed
very likely Remy could pick up his arousal, no matter how hard he tried to
hide it.
An unnerving long moment was spend in silence, until Logan took a few steps
toward the bed. The boy's eyes were following every single movement of the
Canadian, his hands balled into fists.
Uncomfortably, Logan cleared his throat.
“Ya don't have to be afraid, Remy. I mean ya no harm!” The boy blushed a
deeper shade of crimson.
// So pretty like that, so vulnerable, so young and slightly marred
even...//
Remy's eyes widened in shock and he started to tremble. Shit! Logan despised
his feral side for frightening the boy when it was the last thing apt to do.
He was sure by now Remy really could sense and share his emotions.
“My name's Logan! I'm glad that bastard's gone- did he bruise ya like
that?”the boy nodded, but as Logan came closer, he just froze in place.
“Mind if I get me something to drink? Ya like a drink as well?” Remy looked
at him puzzled, then moved to his feet. He considered covering himself with
his discarded clothes or one of the thin sheets, but didn't dare to make his
john angry. The man looked rather brutal, though he had acted friendly so
far.
“Let Remy take care of de drinks, Monsieur Logan!” he walked over to the
fridge, painfully aware of his nakedness.
“Okay! I'd have a beer, if ya got one- and kiddo?”
The boy turned to look at him again.
“Oui, monsieur?”
“Ya don't have to say monsieur- it's just Logan!”
“D'accord!”
Shyly, the boy handed him his beer, eager to get some distance between them
again as soon as possible. Logan sighed. The cursed damp heat made him feel
dizzy. An old fan was spinning above his head in meek effort, but it still
was hotter than hell. And watching the exotic being he was supposed to talk
to didn't really help cooling him down either. Maybe the beer would – at
least it was something to hold onto, to keep his hands busy and safely away
from touching that shimmering white flesh, of taking that nearly androgynous
beauty right there and then. He had to say something, anything to chase away
his fantasies.
“Ya look pretty young, how old are ya, kid?”
Remy had retreated to the windowsill. Logan didn't like the way the slender
fingers were tightening on the marble, he wasn't sure if the boy wouldn't
just throw himself out of the window in his despair- the ground was far
enough away too kill the young mutant, should he decide to jump down.
“I'm seventeen.” The words came out absentmindedly.
Logan badly wanted the kid away from the window, he could see the flickering
in the alien eyes, smell his fear. But there was something else as well. The
startling scent of life fleeing a body. Logan had picked it up often enough
to know the young mutant had come to a fatal decision. In the blink of an
eye, Logan pounced forward and caught the struggling kid firmly in his arms.
He had been just right on time to prevent the Cajun from throwing himself
into death.

Remy screamed as the older man dragged him back into the room, as large
hands caught hold of his naked flesh. His self-hatred and frustration were
on their peek. What a shame it was he didn't even manage to kill himself!
Now there was no escaping the grip of that stranger, no way of avoiding what
was to come.
He was shoved onto the bed and his desperate struggle soon came to an end,
having his wrists pinned down on by the brute's iron grip. The stranger's
eyes glowed dangerously. Remy tried with a last effort to pull his knees
close to his trembling body, to protect the sensitive flesh between his
legs.
“Remy! Remy! Come back to your senses, kid! Ain't no one gonna hurt ya! I
promise!”
// Wriggling and struggling like that, so good a prey, so rewarding a mate.
How would he move if he had someone ripping him into from inside? If it was
me claiming his body? //
The boy beneath him stilled suddenly, obviously feeling the need of
Wolverine's inner beast. Remy turned his face away, his voice sounding
listless as he spoke.
“Go ahead then! I won't fight y' anymore, I just want it over wit'.”
“No baby, there will be nothing of that kind- I just want ya to calm down.
No need to throw yer life away like that!” Damn! Had he actually said
'baby'?
A bitter smile played across Remy's bruised lips.
“Ain't got much to keep it for!”
Logan loosened his grip on the frail wrists slightly, but remained looming
over the young Cajun.
“You're too young to say so! Listen, kid, I know you're kept hostage here. I
know the whole story. I came here with a friend to get ya out of this!” Rems
turned his head to face the older mutant.
“Remy don' need no help!”he said stubbornly.
“I don't think so, kid. Ya can't go on living like that. It's mere slavery!”
The demonic eyes gave him a painful glance.
“Y' think Remy don' know dat, monsieur? Mais dat's de way things are and
I've come t' accept dat. An' so should y'! We all have our place in life. I
know mine, me!”
Frustrated, Logan let go of the kid. Remy sat up to lean against the
headboard, covering his body partly with the sheets. He looked at the older
man in scared anticipation. No way was this guy going to stay in his room
all night long without amusing himself! Remy might have been rather
innocent, but he knew well enough from the boys and girls working at the
club what he had to expect. Maybe he could try to dream himself away and
suck the stranger off? At least that wouldn't be as painful as getting
fucked.
He couldn't believe his ears when Logan told him to put his clothes on
again.
Hesitating, Remy kept his eyes locked with the older man.
“Damnit, kiddo, get dressed or shall I do it for ya?”
Remy blushed a fiery red and shook his head. He grabbed his discarded silks.
It hurt Logan's heart how much he was reminded of Mariko, his long lost
love, by this exotic creature in front of him. So lovely and so restricted
by his position in life, by a whole bunch of painful rules. Such grace
trapped in such a mess.
The silvery sound of the boy's laughter startled him out of his musings.
“Aw, Monsieur, I don' know what y' re up to, y' really confuse Remy! But y'
know what? Y' can' hurt me! Cause it ain't as if I cared!” The Cajun did his
best to sound brave and tense as the situation was, Logan still had to
chuckle. Yup, this was one proud brat - and really, he had courage, despite
being somewhat over sensitive. He would make a good team member!
Remy stood tall and silent, his demonic orbs fixed on the older man, only
his burning cheeks betraying his nervousness.
“You have nothing to fear from me, Remy. I told ya already. Listen kid, I
can get ya out of this shit fer good!”
“Non, y' can't!” The boy gave him a sad smile and turned to look out of the
window. He quietly watched the starlit sky, this time far from killing
himself. Moonlight played in the auburn locks and Logan did his best to keep
himself from touching the kid. He couldn't remember anything so tempting and
at the same time so distant. Remy resembled a volcano, frozen over with ice.
An imagery so painfully wrong it had to be corrected. If only he could be
the one to free the fire hidden beneath that cool surface!
“Trust me boy, I can if ya only let me help ya!”
“Y' don' understand Logan. As long as Remy 'ere with de assassin's there's
peace between the guilds. I don' wan' anymore killing. My – adopted brother
was killed when he tried to rescue me- I don' want more people to loose
their life for me.”
“If that's what concerns ya most, then don't worry! There's hardly any risk
I'd lose my life! I'm nearly immortal. I'm a mutant just like you, Remy!”
“Non, can' be! Mutants look like freaks, like Remy, you certainly don',
Monsieur Logan!” The kid looked puzzled.
“Who told ya that shit? Being a mutant doesn't make ya a freak ! And
mutation ain't always visible at first sight.”
“So what would be your mutation?” Remy cocked his head questioningly.
“Enhanced senses and healing factor.” Logan muttered. He didn't want to tell
the Cajun about his claws, not now when he seemed to open himself a bit to
Logan.
Remy walked closer to the bed. Obviously, his curiosity for another mutant
won over his fear.
“Hmm... I have de explosion thingie and dose ugly eyes!”
Logan waited for more, but either the young thief didn't want to tell him
about his empathy or he didn't know about it himself.
“Hey, yer eyes aren't ugly! I think they are beautiful!” Logan swallowed. He
would have liked to tell Remy just how beautiful he thought he really was.
“Oui? Merci!” Remy hid his face beneath his overlong bangs. It was so sweet
how the boy was blushing all the time- it made Logan really sentimental and
that was the last thing he wanted to be, so he pushed himself back to his
task of getting the kid out of the brothel.
Slowly, Wolverine explained the younger mutant why he had come here; he
described the X-men and what Remy's life would be like at the mansion.
Finally, he paused. Remy's eyes had grown big with excitement and disbelief.
“Ya see, yer escape is well planned. There will be someone to pick us up
once we made it out of here- and that won't be such a hell of a problem,
trust me!Ya just have to say yes, Remy!”
The young mutant bit his lower lip.
“I can', monsieur! I fear for de safety of my family once I'm gone!”
“With no hostage left, odds are even. Let your father and Marius settle
things between themselves! The whole act of keeping ya here is so monstrous-
maybe both parties will be glad it is sorta undone!”
It was what Wolverine really thought about the situation and maybe not what
Scott would have wanted him to tell Remy. But from the way the boy's eyes
started glistening with tears Wolverine assumed he had hit bullseye. He had
the feeling Remy had had the same thought very often.
“Remy, ya have suffered long enough. I know you're sad about it, but truth
is, yer guild lost its heir for good the moment ya were taken prisoner.
There's no way back and yer father knows that as well. I'm sure he would be
more than happy to know you're safe and free to live as ya please, don't ya
agree?”
Tears ran down Remy's cheeks. It hurt so badly to hear it spoken out, but
Logan was right. So, what other options did he have but to trust and follow
this stranger?
Dieu, there had to be a catch! Everything in life had a catch. But he could
sense Logan's sincerity and concern- was Logan really worried over him, the
little freak? Remy's heart pounded heavily at the thought of freedom, craved
so long, now offered when he least expected it. Trembling, he made his
decision and locked his eyes with Wolverine's.
“Oui, monsieur! I will come with you!”

Tbc