Disclaimer: Remy, Jean-Luc, Grovel,
Spat, Belle, Sinister, and the Marauders all belong to Marvel.
Blink belongs to Shera Crawler 007. Lizzie, Red and Devin
belong to me, ask before using. Sydney is mine as well, and,
sorry, but I have a little problem with letting people write
her. Just something about letting anyone use my novel characters
that makes my head spin all the way around (that and the fact
that she'd kill me).
The Sun Will Shine Again
He searched for her everywhere, finaly finding her playing
in a park with Assassin children. He jumped out of his car,
and ran to her, thinking this had all happened before. But
unlike then, he found Belle standing behind her, a knife at
her throat as they both looked at him, waiting for him to
make his move.
You be mine. Belle said, her voice not quite
the same. The knife moved up slightly on his daughter's neck,
and a trickle of blood ran down. He could see Lizzie swallow,
as she looked at him, pleading silently for him to help her.
He couldn't do anything.
Then, mist, blue as the clear sky, swirled beside Belle and
began to take form. The Daemon looked down at Belle and the
child, then back at Remy. It is your destiny. From Waverly
to you, your life was never your own. She reached out
and touched Lizzie's cheek with her hand, still looking at
Sydney? Remy asked, not quite sure of himself. She
looked the same, and yet, different, not whole. He dropped
to his knees in front of them, begging for them to let his
Lizzie go. I don' understand! You say you protect my Belle,
you gave an' outh! Tears ran rivers down Remy's face,
and he did nothing to stop, or hide, them. You swear t'
your Gods you watch over her. It was then he realized
what was wrong; her hair, and her eyes. They were a solid
color. It wasn't really Sydney... was it?
I watched Waverly hold her child in her arms. I watched
her tears rain down on the child's cheeks as she kissed him
for the last time, then left him with me to watch over. I
watched her take her last steps, I saw her taken down, and
killed. I saw a great Daemon woman turned to ash and scattered
to the four winds, all for her child. She raised her arm,
and pointed at him. Your mother died for you, Remy LeBeau.
And so shall your child!
With one swift move, Belle slit Lizzie's throat and pulled
her arms away from the child.
Non! Remy screamed. He tried to get up, tried to move,
but found neither his arms nor legs would work. He couldn't
reach her, all he could do was watch as tears ran down his
cheeks, and he heaved sharp sobs.
Lizzie fell to her knees, her hands coming up to her gashed
throat, turning a dark red as her blood flowed between her
fingers. Pappa... she gurgled as blood dripped out
the corners of her mouth. Her eyes looked deep into his own,
one last plea for some kind of help, then the light died behind
them, and she fell to the ground.
Non! Remy screamed as a rush a cold air slapped
him in the face.
He jumped to his feet as his eyes popped open, and his bo
staff found it's way into his hands. He was ready to charge
a card, ready for an attack, for anything but what he got;
Laughter surrounded him, and he blinked. He was still in
the train car, the Marauders around him, Sabertooth and Scalphunter
pulling open the car door.
The fast thumbing of his heart didn't slow any as he realized
he had fallen asleep amongst these killers. His Lizzie's dead
face still stared at him behind his eyes, scaring him more
as he realized just how real the dream had been.
He hit the release button on his staff, and tucked it back
into his trench coat. Then he sat back down on the floor,
and pulled one knee up to his chin. God help him, he would
save his daughter no matter what.
Lizzie squeezed her eyes closed, fighting off the temptation
to open them and stare down whomever it was standing in her
room. She kept her breathing deep and regular, and moved her
eyes back and forth behind their closed lids, trying to imitate
sleep, so that the person would go away.
Outward she appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Inward, she
was screaming to get out of this place, and, somewhere, in
the back of her mind, she was still crying from the pain she
and Devin had shared. And deeply, as far in her mind as she
could go, she was making a plan of escape.
She didn't care if she died trying, because even death would
be a welcome freedom from this hell.
She couldn't bear it any longer, and her eye lids kept fluttering
involuntarily. She yawned slightly, and rolled over to her
side, burying her face in her pillow and pulling her blanket
up to her chin.
There was a snort over her, and she felt someone tugging
at the end of the blanket. Her eyes popped open when it was
pulled off her completely, and she bolted out of the bed,
slammed into the man standing over her, and slipped under
his legs, only to find the doorway blocked. She screamed when
she almost crashed into him.
Blink stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his legs
spread apart. He took up the whole space of the doorway, and
there was no way for her to get out. His eyes narrowed, and
he lifted one hand, brushing his cheek where a long bandage
covered the place where one of her knives had hit him last
She started to back up, her mouth opened and closing like
a fish out of water. Non. She whispered when Blink
took a step after her. Non! She yelled louder,
and spit at him.
Blink watched the spittle fall short of him, landing on his
boot, then looked back at her. He smiled, reaching behind
him, pulled her daggers out from his belt. I believe these
are yours, little girl. He said, tossing them to the other
side of the room where she couldn't reach them, then started
into the room.
Lizzie screamed again as she backed up against the dresser,
and lost her balance. Blink was on her in an instant, kneeling
beside her, grabbing both of her hands in his, that look in
his eyes again.
Be a good girl, and I just might not hurt ya. He growled,
yanking on her hands, pulling her toward him. Both of her
wrists were held in one of his hands, and he used his other
hand to trace a path down her jaw line. She shuttered, making
him laugh at her. Such a pretty little thing...
Red frowned, unable to do more then watch the exchange as
Essex's hand griped his arm painfully. But with the last words...
Red yanked his arm free, and took three huge steps into the
room. He grabbed Blink with a choke hold against his throat
and pulled him up. The man yelped in pain, and droped Lizzie's
hands as he was pulled to his feet.
Red pushed him up against the wall, his hand burst into a
bright ball of hot flames as he brought it close to the younger
man's face. You ever touch her 'gain, I put dis
flame where de sun don' shine. An' believe me, ami,
you n't like dat, n'est pas? Blink paled, and nodded his
head very slowly.
Discussed, Red let him go, and watched him scamper away to
hide behind his master. Sinister flashed his sharp teeth in
an evil smile, then backed away from the room, pushing his
cowering 'Levolent out the door and yelling for a boy to be
Red looked down at where his niece lay on the floor, her
arms wrapped around her head as if to hide the world. He reached
out his hand, slowly, and touched her bare arm. She jumped,
and pulled back, moving toward the wall. Mon enfant, qu'ont-elles
fait à vous? He whispered, going down on his knees beside
Lizzie looked out from under her arm. The soft words in French
caught her attention, her fear suddenly melting away with
the familiar voice. She moved her arms away, staring in disbelief
at the face in front of her.
Est-ce que c'est vous, Oncle Red? She asked softly,
unsure. Rust colored hair fell into his eyes of the same color.
As he looked at her, she saw that grin, the one he used only
for her, and he winked. With a sharp cry of joy, she threw
herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck hugging
him as tightly as she could.
Ah! Oncle! J'ai su que vous et Pappa viendriez économiser
moi! Red hugged her back as a sob shook his whole body.
Lizzie couldn't help but feel it, and she pulled back away
from him. Oncle? Wha'? Where Pappa? You... you come t'
save me, non?
Red shifted on his knees slightly as he brought his hand
up to brush away strands of black hair from her face. He looked
at her ears, her hair, her face, even her fingers. She wasn't
the same, they had done something to her. Even her voice sounded
different, more grown up. I promise, 'tite, you never gonna
see de inside o' dis place 'gain. He cupped her face in both
his hands, and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Get dressed.
You be goin' back t' your grandpère.
She shook her head. I don' understand. Where Poppa? 'Ow
am I leavin'? Wha' goin' on, please tell me, Red!
Red sighed, and sat back. Lizzie, mon 'tite, pretty belle,
you Poppa de one who send you 'ere.
Jean-Luc LeBeau held his breath as he stared at the woman.
The stench in the room was almost unbearable, and he took
as few breaths as he could, because even when he breathed
through his mouth, he could taste the stink. Even his
eyes were watering from it.
Though he could barely breathe, his eyes kept wondering to
her breasts, and he had some trouble keeping his train of
thought. She wasn't young anymore, but her beauty from years
past was still apparent. She barely even dresses. Thong, loin
cloth, top that did little more then cover her breasts, boots
and wrist cuffs were made from something akin to bear hide,
and showed off more skin then stripers just coming onto the
The woman looked at him, her blue eyes flashing as she swept
her blonde locks away from her face. He took his gaze away
from her breasts, she was old, true, but she was still dangerous,
very much so in fact. Then we have a deal? She asked.
We find your son, and your granddaugher, and we bring them
Oui. Jean-Luc nodded. An' I give you de elixir.
Half now, half den. But dere be risks.
She snorted, and shifted her spear from her left hand to
her right, the chain rattling noisily. I know th' risks,
LeBeau. I'm willin' to take 'em. She held up her right
hand, looking at it. I'm getting old. That ain't so good
for business, ya know? Now, we gonna do this, or are we gonna
stand here yapin' all night?
Oui. We 'ave a deal. He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small vile of misty green liquid. He shook it
slightly, letting the liquid slid up the sides of the vile,
covering the glass with a thin sheet of green. He looked down
at it, knowing what it would mean if anyone ever found out
what he was doing. He handed it to her anyway.
That's it? She asked, snatching it from his hand,
and holding it up to her face. Somehow I thought it would
be something... more.
Wan' me t' wave my 'ands over it an' say some voodoo words?
It don' work like dat.
She glared at him, her eyes flashing brightly. She leaned
her spear up against the rock wall behind her, and popped
the cork on the vile. Well, bottoms up. She said before tipping
it into her mouth. It flowed like thick molasses out of the
vile and onto her tongue. It tasted awful, but she swallowed
You feel sick f' a li'le while. Best t' sleep it off.
Jean-Luc said, turning to leave. My son, my granddaughter.
Find dem, bring dem home, an' you get de rest. N't 'fore,
an' n't if de job done wrong. He walked out the door,
shutting it behind him, and into the fresh air. He let out
a loud sigh before he took as deep a breath as he could.
Some things where worth dying for, and Jean-Luc finally realized
that those some things were his family.
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