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This is an elseworlds type story. it takes place in the Regency
period. The characters do not have mutant powers. This is
a Gambit and Rogue story, but other X-charcters will play
significant roles in it. If you don't like Gambit and Rogue
stories you may want to delete this.
Carilise, England. Early December 1800
The boy ran through the woods tears half blinding him.
He killed my maman! He killed my pere! The boy ran
from the house that had been his home for all his six years.
His always unruly chestnut colored hair briefly catching in
the branches and brush that were at height to strike or snag
him. He didn't notice the momentary pain, just ran on, until
he exhausted himself near the road. Afraid of the man he saw
as the murderer of his parents; he used the last bit of his
energy to climb up a tree, curled up in a large bough and
Lucky for the boy it was un unusally warm and dry night,
so when he awoke in the morning he was not much worse for
the wear. Noises below on the road woke him.
Fighting! The boy's eyes widened in a mixture of fear
and excitement. Still keeping himself hidden, he peeked out.
He saw a young man and woman fighting off about 7 or 8 attackers.
The couple both had black hair and the guy was short for a
grown up. The man who seemed to be leading the attackers was
a good foot taller than the black haired guy. the black haired
woman was fighting as well as the guys. Remy was immediately
attracted to her. He decided to act. He lept from the tree,
plowing into one of the men fighting the lady, knocking the
breath out of him.
Several of the attackers were startled by the boy dropping
in on the fight. Logan and his sister weren't though, and
used this to their advantage. They both noted the boy's swiftness.
Despite his youth he acquitted himself well in the fight.
With his help their attackers were soon either dead, unconcious
or on the run.
The big blonde man was of the last catagory. But he shouted
as he galloped away on horseback, "I'll kill you yet
Logan laughed and shouted back, "Not in a million years
Victor! I'll kill you first, because I'm better than you."
Then he turned to Remy, "Alright kid, what lord's are
you?" Despite the current state of his clothes, he could
tell they recently of very fine making.
The boy stared back at him and said nothing.
The lady bent down so that Remy could look at her face to
face and said, "My name is Silver and this is my older
brother Logan and we thank you for your help."
Remy performed a gentlemanly bow then said, "My name
is Remy, mademoiselle Silver."
Silver smiled. What was now an adorable boy would be sure
to become a skilled lady charming scoundrel. Silver, the more
astute of the siblings, guessed the boy had run away for some
reason. They could always make some money by returning the
boy safe and sound to his family, if it was just a case of
a spoiled rich boy running off because he didn't get his way
in some petty matter. If it was something more serious, well
the boy was already a fair fighter, she had no problem adding
to their number.
Logan gruffly said, "Better get on home kid, your parents
have probably sent out your whole estate looking for you."
Remy looked behind him with fear, then turned back to Logan
with a fierce anger in his eyes. "Don't got no parents
no more -- he killed them."
"Who?" Silver looked concerned. If there was someone
killing nobles in their homes, he had to be seriously derranged,
this boy was a witness and in extreme danger.
"Tell us later kid, right now with you tagging along
we better not stand around here in the open." Logan said.
Silver took Remy's hand and said, "Now is the time to
plan, later we can fight again."
Continued in Chapter
You'll notice that the dialects of the characters are not
the ones given to the characters in the comics. That was because
I was working to give the story the "feel" of the
Regency period even to giving my narration a more Regency
British sound. I'm sure Americanism and modern English
turns of phrase did creep in though. I was surprised to discover
just how old some our "modern" colloquialisms are
though when I took linguistics courses in college. For example,
"kid" to refer to a child dates back to before the
1700's in England.
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