By: Nicole Wagner (DeadlyGambit2@aol.com)

Rating: R

Content: Language, Rape, Violence, Drama, Angst

Main Characters: Remy LeBeau, Alisa LeBeau, Rogue, Wolverine,
Sabertooth, and Vargas

Setting: Right after X-Treme X-Men #18 and #19... But slightly
Alternate world ( Slipstream is still with them )
 
 
 

It was fall, the leaves had started to shed their
green coats and turn to a gentle yellow, then slowly turn orange, and
then finally turn brown and fall off of the tree, like a slow
lingering death. But leaves grow back every spring, lives don't. This
is something Remy LeBeau had realized when he was a young boy, and it
followed him through life like a duckling following it's mother
around a pond. His life had been ruined from the beginning, from
being forced to live on the hard, cold streets of New Orleans. And
now, a perfect life, one he vowed would be better than his own, was
ruined. Like the leaves upon the trees, it too had changed, only to
suffer a long lingering fate, but it had not died ... not yet. Those
red on black eyes would stare up at the tree, his duster around his
body, like it always was. It was like a safety blanket for him, and
Remy rarely went anywhere without it, always making up a lie that he
would get "unnaturally cold" from the use of his powers. In truth, he
just felt save with it on, for some strange reason. His long brown
hair was pulled back into a ponytail very neatly, but some strands
still came out, running up against his chiseled face, which looked
close to that of a Greek God, so masculine, so handsome. In his arms,
was a young woman, probably about the age of sixteen or so, scars
running up and down her face, disfiguring it badly. She too had red
on black eyes, red on black eyes like his own, but filled with tears,
her long auburn hair, that went to the small of her back was covering
her face slightly, blowing from time to time when a gently breeze
came through. She was dressed in a simple white cotton T-shirt, and a
pair of gray sweat pants, that went down to her ankles. Her feet were
bare and her arms were as well, showing more scars upon them, the
stitches still in place, for the wounds had not healed completely,
yet. She was curled up into a small ball in his lap, hugging him,
tears still flowing from those red on black eyes as she watched the
leaves fall with him, watching in complete silence until he finally
spoke to her.
 

"It's beautiful, non, soeur?" he spoke gently, his
large, bare hand gently stroking her soft auburn hair, trying to calm
her down, trying to get her to stop trembling in his arms.
 

The woman was his sister, Alisa LeBeau. Jean Luc had
told him that she was taken by him from the same hospital Remy was
born in, and from the same woman, who had abandoned him years before.
He was only ten years old when Jean-Luc LeBeau brought her home from
the hospital, explaining to him that this child, was his blood
sister ... his only real family. He vowed from the first day he saw
her that she would live a better life than his, the perfect
childhood, like the kind he saw on TV. She would be happy and always
smiling, but that came crashing to a halt a few days ago, when he had
gotten a phone call from New Orleans.
 

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"Remy, hey, Remy!" Chirped the voice of the X-
Men's youngest member, Davy, the X-Treme X-Man known as Slipstream.
He was standing by the phone in the hall, awaiting for Remy to come
over and take the phone from him. " Remy! Get your butt over here!
You have a phone call! I got someone on the other line! Hurry up and
make it quick! "
 

"Oui, Davy, I'm commin' ... keep dem shorts
on! " Remy yelled back, slowly coming out of his room. He had been
out drinking at a local pub, like he had normally done for weeks
since joining the X-Treme X-Men. His head had ached very badly and
the effects of the hang over had not fully worn off, yet. His long
brown hair was loose and to his shoulders, slightly messed up from
sleeping, along with the baby blue boxers he wore to bed. It was
about eleven o'clock in the morning, still too early for him to get
up, and who the heck would want to call him? Perhaps it was Rogue,
saying he had forgotten about a date he promised her, or Storm asking
him to come out to the Botanical Gardens for a walk. Who knows. He
took the phone right out of Davy's hand, groaning slightly from being
so tired and hung over. " 'ello? "
 

"Remy, t'ank goodness it's you! You 'ave to come
right away! "
 

He groaned, the voice was that of his father,
Jean Luc LeBeau. What could he want him home for? he was already
banished from New Orleans, and if this was for an attempt to get him
to make peace with the guilds again, he swore he'd go nuts. Calmly,
he spoke to his father. " What is it father? De Guilds need to make
peace an' ah'm needed, again? If so, you can tell dem to shove it up
dere... "
 

"Non, chile! It non de guilds ... it's Alisa."
 

Remy's eyes widen in shock as his father told
him that the phone call was about his sister. He sounded like he was
in a panic. Something must have happened to her. He looked over to
Davy, who was impatiently waiting to get back on the line with his
friend and shooed him away with his hand. He watched him leave,
grumbling about him being a phone hog and not caring about other's
interests at all. Remy's voice was slightly shaking as he got back to
his father. " Is she okay? Did sumt'ing happened, father? "
 

"She's in de hospital, Remy ... yer cousin
Emil found her in an alley ... merdi, she hurt bad... " Jean Luc
spoke in an upset tone, but tried to remain calm as he told Remy what
had happened. " She was raped ... dey cut up her face an' body real
bad, Remy ... she lost a lot o' blood... de doctors ain' sure she
gonna make it... "
 

The phone nearly slipped from his hands in
complete shock. He could not believe what he was hearing, he couldn't
believe it at all. His baby sister, the one he swore would live a
better life than himself, in the hospital, brutalized so badly, her
innocence ripped from her body, everything, destroyed. Why would
anyone do this to her, he thought? She wasn't a thief, he had made
sure Jean Luc wouldn't allow her to become one, for it was too
dangerous for her. Instead, he helped his father pay to place her in
the best schools in New Orleans, try to give her the education and
the friends he had never had ... the life he always wanted. Remy
quickly snapped out of it and spoke once more on the phone to his
father. " I'm commin' down dere as soon as I can ... please ... tell
her to hang on ... dat I'll be right dere for her!" With those last
words, Remy hung up the phone, slightly sobered up, he ran to his
bedroom to get dressed, and head back home, back to New Orleans.
 
 
 

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The man known only as Vargas sat in his bed in a
lavish room, filled with antique furniture, paintings from various
time periods, and a statue of the first mutant he had ever taken
down, the lovely Betsy Braddock, the X-Man known as Psylocke. A smirk
came across his face as he lifted a wine glass to toast the statue,
something morbid he usually did from time to time. The glass slowly
went to his lips and he began to sip the contents to that expensive
wine, slowly stopping when he heard his bedroom door open, and a
large, dark figure slowly walk into his room. " Is the job done" He
asks, a slow, evil smile forming across that handsome, demonic face
of his.
 

"Yeah, it's done. Messed up that kid pretty good,
if I say so myself" said the rough voice of Victor Creed, a dark
smile also forming on his face as he slowly walked further into the
room, dressed in a black suit with with a red silk shirt beneath it.
His long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, neatly groomed
and with all the hairs in place. " I just love it when they
struggle ... that lil' bitch kept fighting, even when I nearly tore
off that pretty face of hers ... which ain' so pretty anymore..."
 

"Is she alive? " Vargas asked, an eyebrow risen as
he slowly places his glass of wine upon the nightstand, on a costar
he would never damage such a priceless antique, but yet he would
damage the lives of other people for nothing but pure pleasure.
 

"Yeah, left her a bloody mess, but from what I've
been told, she's at Mercy Hospital in New Orleans... " Creed smirk,
he just got a kick out of thinking about what he had done to that
poor girl, violating her for hours, then cutting her up like a
Thanksgiving turkey. He truly enjoyed hearing her scream, beg for him
to stop, just to leave her alone ... but what brought more
satisfaction was the fact that this was Remy LeBeau's kid sister ...
and he was her first. He slowly took a cigar from his coat pocket and
placed it between his lips, taking out a gold lighter and flicking it
until a flame came to life, and he placed it to the edge of his
cigar, watching it turn orange, then slowly start to burn. His lungs
inhaled the deadly smoke, then exhaled it through his nose, that
toothy grin of his coming to life as he looked over at Vargas. "
Why'd you want me to hurt the girl, anyway? "
 

Calmly, Vargas spoke to the monster before him,
his eyes slowly moving to meet that of the larger man. " Rogue nearly
killed me, over Gambit ... perhaps if I hurt him once more, she will
hurt even more, and come back to me for a final battle, this time, I
plan on winning it. From what I was told, she has lost all her
powers, and once she finds out that Gambit's been hurt so
emotionally, she shall seek me out, and I shall finish out duel, but
this time, and I shall be the victor."
 

"Lovely ... now about my payment. " Victor asked,
inhaling that poisonous smoke once more and looking over at Vargas,
who wore an open robe, a long scar running down his chest, where
Rogue had attempted to kill him in Madripor not so long ago.
 

"Yes, you shall receive it on your way out. It was
what? Ten Thousand? " Vargas's hand slowly moved back over to his
nightstand, taking the glass of wine from it's coaster and taking
another sip from it, a smile upon his lips once more, satisfied that
the job was done right. " Oh, how rude of me ... would you care for
some wine? It's 1950 Chateau... "
 

"Nah, I ain' into that fancy stuff, Vargas... I'll
just take my money now... " Creed smirked, watching Vargas point to a
suitcase near the door, his large frame would slowly stalk over to
the suitcase and carefully opening it up, making sure all the money
was there. Creed was not one to be screwed out of a deal, and was
smart enough to always check to make sure the money was real and that
it was paid in full. Another toothy grin came upon his unshaven face
as he realizes the money is all there, and that it was real. He took
that cigar out of his mouth and simply put it out on one of Vargas's
many dressers, then slowly removed himself from the room. " Nice
doin' business with you, Vargas... " And with that he disappeared
into the shadows the same way he had come.
 

"I should charge him for that dresser ... but he
did is job. I swear, that man is nothing more than an animal" Vargas
chuckled at his small joke and returned to sipping his wine, all
while watching that lovely statue of Psylocke in the middle of his
room, smiling the entire time.
 

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"Remy... Sugah, what's wrong?" Rogue asked in that
sweet, southern voice of hers, watching the man she loved, the man
she saved from death packing his bags like a mad man. He was sweating
and in complete panic, just throwing shirts and pants in his suitcase
quickly, without bothering to fold them. " Remy?"
 

"I gotta go back to N'aw Orleans, Chere ... sumt'ing
bad happened down dere ... ah gotta get dere before it too late!"
Remy would quickly close his suitcase and quickly start to head for
the door, only to be stopped by Rogue grabbing his arm, those green
eyes of hers looking into his red on black ones.
 

"Sugah, is it the Guilds? Ah thought you swore that
you'd never help them again ... after what happened between yah all,
why do you even bother to go back?" She asked calmly, her eyes
narrowing slightly, wanting an answer. She gasps, suddenly, watching
the man she love fall to his knees tears in his eyes as his suitcase
falls beside him. He trembled a bit and she quickly knelt down next
to him, placing her bare hands on his shoulders. Since she had lost
her powers, Rogue no longer need gloves. She could finally touch
people without fear of absorbing their powers or minds ... something
she hated to do, but was now free of it all. " Remy ... what's
wrong ... please ... tell mah" Rogue asked, her eyes locked onto his,
watching those tears fall down his cheeks.
 

"It wasn' supposed to be dis way fer her ... ah made
sure she would never grow up to be like me ... alone, uneducated,
havin' to sell herself on de streets for money ... ah wanted her
to 'ave de life ah wanted ... but, it's all gone now... " He spoke,
his voice trembling slightly as he slowly looked into Rogue's eyes.
She could see how he was torn, hurting so bad inside and upset over
this. He watched as her bare hand slowly moved over his cheek,
brushing a tear away.
 

"Who is she, Remy?" Rogue asked, her voice filled with
concern, for she had never seen Remy like this in her life, in a
complete panic, his eyes filled with tears, and his body trembling so
badly. Her hand would gently stroke his face as she watched his mouth
slowly open up, and speak to her.
 

"My sister... Someone hurt my sister... My blood
sister, real bad. My father called, said she was in de hospital ...
someone cut her up bad ... an' ... raped her... "
 
 

END OF PART 1