Title: Ghost

Author: Lornadane (Email)

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Ghost 5

By Lornadane

 

Remy sat for a long while with his head bowed thinking, praying, wondering how he could have screwed his life up once again. Logan had been right. He hadn't learned one blessed thing from dealing with the devils that crossed
his path time and time again. Shaking his head he looked at the screen. The recording still played on as the woodland creatures, no longer skittish from the intrusion gathered to feast on the decomposing flesh. Remy shuddered and punched the off button. He rewound the recording, tempted to watch it all over again. Then he stopped. "Computer, return recording to file and make a permanent copy of the last four hours." He fought the urge to erase the evidence. That would be cowardly. He watched the screen light up as the computer transferred the file to disk. When it had finished, Remy pulled out the hard copy and headed back up to his bedroom.
He looked around the room sadly. Then he sat at the large ornate desk he owned and began to scribe a letter to Storm. He hated telling her, of all people, what he'd done. Especially since she'd been there on Muir Island when
he'd pilfered Moira's computer banks. But enough was enough. He wrote the whole saga down and when he'd finished tucked it neatly into an envelope with the disk he'd made. Then he grabbed his duffle bag and began to pack. He'd send for his furniture later.
Tears threatened to flow again as the image of the raped, murdered woman swam in his mind's eye. Suddenly he shook his head fiercely and strode to the intercom coming to an instant decision.
"Computer. Locate Logan," Remy spoke harshly into the system.
<Logan: codename: Wolverine: Present location: garage>
The X-man hadn't left yet, but he would soon. Remy grabbed a small gym bag and threw a few clothes in it along with his armor and folded bo-staff. He grabbed his duster and sprang out the window of his room, catching the
trellis nearby and scaling quickly down to the ground. He sprinted to the garage door hoping upon hope he'd catch the X-man before he left. And praying he'd be understanding enough to allow him to make amends. He had too. He just had too.
Logan was seated on his motorcycle talking to Storm as Remy entered the garage. The two looked over at him as he walked in, his eyes widening in guilty surprise when he saw his best friend. Storm smiled his way, not noticing Logan's snarl.
"Remy," Storm said cheerfully, "Logan's leaving again. Help me persuade him to stay. He's been gone too long these last few months. And we just got him back." She looked back at Logan and sighed. He wasn't going to be convinced.
"Sorry, darlin'. Pressing business I gotta take care of. Personal stuff." Logan looked at Remy pointedly.
Storm looked back at Remy and frowned as she noticed the gym bag in his hand. She looked from Remy to Logan and back again. "What's this about?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Can't say, 'Ro." Logan answered. "Why not ask the Cajun?"
"Remy?" Storm asked. "Are you leaving also, my friend?"
Remy winced at "my friend", then said, "Oui. I 'ave pressing business too, chere. Wit' Logan." He met the X- man's eyes nervously but stood his ground. "We 'ave somet'in to take care of. Toget'er."
"Like hell we do." Logan growled. Then he kicked the cycle into gear. "I'll be back, 'Ro." He hollered over the engine. But before he could take off, Gambit flew at him knocking him from the bike. Storm leapt into the air as
the cycle wheeled toward her, instinctively blowing it over on its side with a forceful gust of wind. The bike sputtered and died.
She flew over to Logan and Remy, as Logan was throwing Remy off him.
"What's going on here?!" She demanded. The two men ignored the angry woman and ran at each other. Remy was yelling "You gotta let me do this!" as he crashed into a furious Logan yelling back, "I ain't gotta let you do
anything!"
Suddenly a crack of thunder sounded in the clear sky and a bolt of lightening came between the two angry mutants throwing them both on their hindquarters. "I said, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
Remy looked up at Storm. "I'm sorry, chere. Der's an explanation in my room on de desk." He sighed wearily and looked over at Logan. "Look's like I screwed t'ings up again. Trustin' de wrong people. Walkin' de edge again
'tween good and bad."
He directed his words to Logan now. "You gotta let me do dis, Logan. If you don't let me come wit' you I'll do it on my own. I'll find 'im before you. I know his hideouts. His recent ones. An' I'll pro'bly screw it up again an' he'll kill me. You want dat to happen, hein?" He smiled with just a hint of that charming devilish nature that made it so hard for other people to deny him anything. "Wouldn't you rather let me live wit' de guilt for a long, long time, dan take it to de grave so early?"
Storm looked to both men in confusion. "Who?" She asked. "Who are you going after?" When neither man answered, a thunderclap sounded again. "What is this about?! As a co-leader of this team, I demand to know!"
Logan gritted his teeth. "Sorry, darlin'. This is personal. Between Remy and me." He looked over at the Cajun shaking his head. "He left some explanation up in his room if ya want ta know. Other than that I ain't sayin'. We'll talk about it when we get back." He stood up and went to his bike. "Get your gear, Gambit." He growled back at Remy. "And your bike and come on."
But Storm would have none of it. "If you try to leave Logan, without answering my questions, I'm going to strike that motorcycle of yours down with a lightening bolt." She swung around to Remy. "And yours as well."
"Stormy..." Storm crossed her arms in indignation at the hated-term Remy used. He began again. "Ororo, don't ask me now. Not here, chere. I've written down everyt'ing. It's in my room. Logan and I, we 'ave to go after a killer I
let loose. Read de note I left ya." He swallowed painfully as his eyes misted with the beginning of more tears. "I'm sorry, chere. I t'ought I could...control t'ings again. I t'ought I could leave t'ings unsaid again. But I was wrong, and some one died cause of dat. Someone who didn't deserve to die de way she did. Read de note. And please...please, Ororo..." He choked for a moment. "Please remember and believe dat I'm truly sorry."
Storm went to him, touching him on the shoulder and looking him in the eye. "Remy, you are my friend..."
"Non!" He cried. "Don't 'Ro. Don't call me dat. Not now. Read de note, den decide wether it's right for you to call me friend. I'm sorry. I am. And I love you, more dan anyt'ing in de world. But I don't know if I'll be back."
Remy brushed her hand away and bent to retrieve his bag. He strode to his bike and pushed it toward Logan who had sat patiently by saying nothing. Remy ignored Storm's stare and so she turned to Logan, her eyes full of sadness
and confusion. "Logan, please."
Logan shook his head and started up the engine of his bike. Then he roared out of the garage followed by Gambit. Storm watched them as they disappeared around the bend in the driveway, tears welling in her eyes. It was all
happening again. A betrayal of some trust. Innocent people dying. And Gambit in the middle of it all. Leaping into the air she flew to the window of his room, knowing it would be open. She found the envelope where he'd left it on
the desk. Sitting down she tore open the letter and clutching the disk in one hand, the letter in the other, she began to read.

 

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