FIC: X-Book 3: Within the Storm, PG-13, Chpt 6
- Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Chapter Six: Powerless
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2
Summary: see prologue for book 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
any character from a previously published source portrayed in this
Reviews: Any feedback would be great and is appreciated!
"Twenty-five...twenty-six...twenty-seven..." Gambit counted
aloud as he thumbed slowly through his thinning deck of cards. He
looked sadly at the incomplete suits, passing through his fingers
like four small armies who have had casualties among their ranks.
For the first time since leaving New Orleans, Gambit felt genuinely
homesick. Not for just the city in particular, with its endless
days and bright shining nights, but for the entire life he had
before his mutation appeared. He may not have always played with a
full deck, but at least all the cards were always accounted for.
His wild nights may have had their hazardous, but at least there was
the soft, blurring effects of alcohol to make the passing time
enjoyable. Now, he sat in a dark cell, stone sober, wondering why
son dieuhad cursed him to this end.
Oh, oui, he thought sarcastically, Punishment for all the booze and
Gambit glanced around the narrow room at his fellow prisoners and
sighed unhappily. The green mutant from the Brotherhood, who had
grudgingly introduced himself as Toad, was stalking around the room
and searching for a way to escape. Gambit had been quietly amused
when Toad had begun scaling the walls and ceiling to examine every
corner of the cell, and the English mutant cursed loudly in
Rebecca, on the other hand, was sitting with her knees to her chest
against one wall, pressing her fingers experimentally against the
surface. When Gambit asked her what she was doing, Rebecca had
grinned and created a small flame in her palm. The light of the
small fire made Gambit crave a cigarette, only adding to his
discomfort and depression at his present situation.
"One...two...three..." he began again until Toad shouted from
near the front door.
"Will you shut the hell up?" he yelled to Gambit who grinned
and held one card up into the air.
"And now..." the Cajun announced dramatically, "En
"Oh, Christ, I should've fucking killed him..." Toad
mumbled and Rebecca chuckled.
She placed her palm against the cold surface of the wall again, and
focused her power through her hand. The wall grew warm, actually
began to glow slightly as the energy flowed out of her, but no
matter how hot she made it, the substance would not burn...it did
not even show signs of melting. When she concentrated, she had been
able to melt plastics and metals, but the strange walls were
unyielding to heat.
Rebecca stood and stretched her arms over her head. It had been
hours, and they had not had heard so much as a footstep from the
hall outside. At least, she assumed there was a hall. They could
very well be in a box in the middle of the wilderness for all she
knew. But, she doubted someone would go through all the trouble of
building a giant robot to capture them without leaving someone to
make sure they did not escape.
Toad was crouching next to the dark control panel and she wandered
over towards him. She folded her arms, watching him curiously for a
moment before speaking.
"Any luck?" she asked, and he looked up at her quickly with
surprise. His eyes were wide for a moment before he frowned turned
glaringly back to his work.
"No," he said simply, and ran his fingers along the edges of
the doorframe. Rebecca knelt down next to him to watch what he was
doing, and Toad frowned with annoyance and shifted a step away from
her. Between Miss Curiosity and the Singing Cajun, he struggled to
focus on what he was doing.
"No other ways out?" Rebecca asked and Toad sighed angrily.
"No," he replied again, and she nodded.
"What kind of weaknesses does this door have?" She asked and
he turned his head to glare at her.
"I don't know. I didn't build the fucking thing," he
said harshly, and took a breath before continuing in a more
controlled voice, "That's what I'm tryin' to find
Rebecca had not flinched as he shouted at her but inwardly was
shaken by his sudden ferocity.
Toad glanced at her quickly once more, his action seemed almost
nervous, and he shifted away from her again. Rebecca was used to
that reaction, after people had seen what she could do. She stood
and headed back to her cot. Toad paused as she walked away but did
not move from where he crouched.
Gambit looked over at Rebecca with tired amusement as she sat down
heavily. He glanced over at Toad, before shuffling the remainders
of his deck loudly.
"Too bad we don't have a credit card..." he said
thoughtfully, and Rebecca looked at him with a frown, as he
continued, "No, I'm serious. This one time, back home in New
Orleans, I met this beautiful woman one night, who naturally invited
me back to her hotel room, maisneglected to tell me about her
jealous husband driving in from Baton Rouge. Luckily, when the
bastard suddenly appeared outside her room, I was able to escape
through one of those doors that join two rooms together, you know?
All I had with me was a pair of socks and my credit card, with which
I escaped certain death by opening the lock on the shared door. The
people in the next room were very understanding..."
Rebecca tilted her head, and noticed Gambit shuffling his cards.
He sighed nostalgically, "That was a good night..."
Toad rolled his eyes, wondering how difficult it was to rip
someone's voice box out. Rebecca frowned thoughtfully and then
grinned before reaching over and plucking the seven of diamonds from
She examined the card curiously and walked quickly over to the
door. Gambit jumped off his own cot and followed her. Toad turned
his head to the left and right as they settled on each side of him
and he growled viciously.
"What are you doing?" he asked and Rebecca held the card
toward the nearly invisible crack between the door and the wall.
"I'm wondering if Remy just had a good idea..." she
replied. Toad scoffed loudly but decided to listen to Rebecca's
suggestion anyway. He needed a good laugh.
Rebecca carefully forced the thin card into the tiny gap. It stuck
about three-quarters of the way out of the wall. Both men were
frowning and Rebecca grinned.
"If Remy can charge this card...like he did before..."
Rebecca explained with growing enthusiasm.
Gambit nodded, "I guess I could do that..."
"Then it might disrupt the door enough to let us open it..."
she finished, and the Cajun nodded again.
"I could get a lot of energy in just this one..." he agreed.
Toad shifted a step back and glared at both of them, "No fucking
"Oh, come on, ami, what the hell else have we tried..."
Gambit said and grasped the card firmly before Toad could stop him.
"Hey!" Toad shouted reaching for Gambit's wrist, "You
can't do that..."
Gambit pushed the other mutant's arm away, "Too late...I
can't let go of this thing now or it will explode!"
"Oh, bloody hell, you idiots, if she can't melt the walls
what makes you think your little explosions will do shit!" Toad
shouted viciously. The card began to glow brighter under Gambit's
"Well, it's better than any idea you've had so far!"
Gambit shouted back.
"My ideas don't have you blowin' us up!" Toad shouted
"Um...guys?" Rebecca said, her wide eyes fixed on the quickly
charging card, and she moved away from the door.
"No? Well, then what's your idea? Wait `til some robot
comes for us again and lick it to death?!" Gambit shouted, not
hearing Rebecca's worried tone.
"Guys?" she asked again as the card glowed white with power.
"Fucking french bastard..." Toad growled and crouched as if
he was ready to pounce on the Cajun.
"Very original..." Gambit spat back, absently releasing the
glowing card, "I'm glad you English are such..."
"GUYS!" Rebecca screamed and both men turned to glare at her
for the interruption. Rebecca pointed at the glowing card angrily
and the other two barely had a moment to duck before the seven of
diamonds met it fiery fate.
Rebecca raised one hand toward the exploding card and redirected the
resulting flames away from herself and her `bunkmates.' The
force hit the cots beyond, burning the rough blankets on each to ash.
As the dust settled, Toad and Gambit both sat up slowly and looked
at the front door. There was not so much as a dent in the solid
material. Rebecca coughed as the ash fell around her and she heard
Toad speaking first.
"I hate you," he said, glaring at Gambit viciously.
To the green mutant's increasing anger, the Cajun just chuckled
through his coughing and agreed.
"Oui...You and every man in the great state of Louisiana,
ami," Gambit said with a grin.
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