Cold, dark, and steel surrounded her, mind a drift on the clouds of the unconscious world of dreams. Her dreams though was not like the one's most people have. Hers were not of out of place, disorientation, with rough blobs of colors swirling around making blurred images, no, for Sarah dreams were vivid pictures and horrible reminders to what had happened to make her what she is today. What made her Marrow, the next and rare generation of morlocks.
Sarah had no control over what she thought, or for that matter her variable temper. Somewhere deep inside her mind pass the scar of broken trust, and through the tattered web of everlasting heartache, where a sweet, scared little girl still played with dolls still had a heart. Her mind let the dream of tonight take her back to a better time, one just a few months after the slaughter of her only family. The man that called himself Remy helped her create this memory, one of his son, the boy with a room in St. Jude's. Gable Bryce LeBeau.
She wasn't Marrow then, not even a killer for the better of her people. She was just Sarah, or as Remy liked to call her Sarah Beth. He didn't know her last name or her middle one, so creating one just seemed the right thing to do. He deemed her ' Sarah Beth LeDoux'
She could steal hear the clicks of the nurse's shoes as they paraded through the halls, stopping sometimes to check the clip boards that hung on the doors. Remy held her hand tightly, tugging loosely to make her keep up. His long legs kept a steady stride, for every step he took she was forced to run three. Remy had bought her new cloths and new shoes after he had taken her back home with him.
This was a first time that Sarah was aloud to come to the 'special hospital'. Remy had agreed to take her only if she was on her best behavior and promised not to upset Gable with stories about the outside world. The elevator was broken from the overuse of the kids, so as if it wasn't bad enough that she couldn't keep up with him on a flat floor. Remy also took steps four at a time, even at her best Sarah could only get two. The sounds were terrible in the stairway, doctors and nurses running up and down with the their shoes thudding and clicking were tripled in there. Making sounds that reminded her of Storm's thunder.
When Remy finally looked back to see if Sarah was keeping up, he accidentally slapped her causing the girl to fall down two stairs which triggered a release of loud crying. Screaming her heart out and throwing herself down on the ground. Emphasizing her anger and frustration by slamming her fist and kicking her legs.
Gambit gave a nervous smile that betrayed his embarrassment. Everyone around them stooped to see what was wrong, and then when Remy picked her up and held the screaming girl close to his chest the staff rewarded him with an angry stare. Then turning on his heels started very slowly up the stairs petting her hair and saying things that were suppose to help her relax. It didn't. Sarah's cry's could be heard through out the endless confined space of the fourteen story stairwell, drowning out the noise of moving shoes.
" Aw, petite, I'm sorry. I should 'ave helped you out back dere. Remy sorry."
Sniffinling still, it struck her as odd by the way he kept saying that. It wasn't his fault she had short legs, even if the jeans he made her wear outside made those same legs hot and itchy. Remy always made her wear long sleeves and jeans whenever they went out into the public. When she asked him about it, he would find some way to change the subject or just leave.
" 'bout time" he mumbled opening a gray metal door to the tenth floor. Letting himself in, he put Sarah back down and started to walk towards the nurse's station. Even if she was exhausted, Sarah made her legs sustain a bad job of keeping up. When she finally reached were he stood, the charms of the Cajun man were going full blast to the happy red haired woman. The smile, the leaning, and the little pet names. Sarah merely rolled her eyes at the common site. He once caught her rolling her eyes and said they'd fall out or get stuck like that forever. And if they did, she would have to walk bent over, making a hump. That scared her.
" So you see if it all de same to you, I would do anythin' if his little cousin, Sarah, could visit 'im."
"Well Mr. Le Beau, we can't break the rules, so I'm sure you'll understand that I can't..."
"But chere, I never asked you to break de rule, just bend it some. " Sarah still trying to catch her breathe found her footing gone as she was being lifted by the waist onto a freezing cold counter facing the nurse with red hair. "Can you really say no to a face like dat?"
" Oh, she's so cute." The woman brushed away the stray hair in front of Sarah's face, but instead of seeing a smooth round face like most kids her age, the nurse saw pieces of jagged bone protruding out form Sarah's cheeks. " My God she's one of them! She's a mutie! A-a-a Freak!"
"Excuse me chere but I t'ink you need to apologize to my little niece 'ere. Because 'mutie' ties run to de blood." Remy reached up to his sunglasses pulling them down slightly, just enough to let his devil like red on black eyes show over the top to the uncivil lady. "Now I believe were goin' to see my son." With that he picked Sarah up and off the counter marching further down the blue and gray tiled hallway.
Remy's smile brightened as he strolled through an open door way covered by greeting cards. Sarah stayed in the doorway watching the joyous reunion. The boy was looking out of a window, with a terrible view; his room was an unnatural quiet. His light brown hair seemed blond from the sun shining off of it, even if sitting Sarah could tell he was a bit taller than herself. He seemed like a picture, a silent waiting photograph just wanting to be picked up and remembered that is until Remy decided to break it.
" Hey dere peu de homme!"
The boy jumped and yelped in surprise, it seemed he would break his neck as fast as he turned it around. He too had the devil eyes but in different colors of green on black and when his face lit up after seeing who the visitor was the eyes looked huge. " Daddy!" he screeched and ran into the waiting arms of his father. "< I thought you couldn't come this month!>". He was speaking french much like Gambit did when he didn't want her to know something.
Squeezing tightly to the thin child and hoisted him up. Remy couldn't help but smile as he held the only thing that seemed to matter as of the day his Gable was born. "< I know but I'm not here alone to see you, and as soon as I clear the papers I won't be leaving with out you either> now, Gable I'd like you to meet Sarah, she's stayin' wit' me. Maybe you two could be friends?"
" But papa, she's--well you know."
"Elle ce que?"
"Un fille"
"Well?" Sarah said getting sick of not understanding a word they were saying, hands on hips she moved where she could look up to the one called Gable. "Well sunboy?"
Gable's eyes locked on her face, or to be exact the bones. They were everywhere, sticking out all over her neck and cheeks. He could tell they were about the same age, maybe a year younger but close. Remy put him down on the floor to face the strange ugly girl that had a backbone, or no brain.
"Tiens ce que?" Gable said smugly as he climbed into the only piece of furniture in the room, the ugly pink bed. It had three different types of stuffed dogs laying on the flat pillow which was decorated with big pink unnatural flowers. When he was done making himself comfortable, putting hands behind his head. And even put on a smile that would make you want to slap him, hard. But his conceit wouldn't last long, even she was surprised what happened next.
"Ecounter ici petite garcon! Qui faire vous penser mourir et fait Dieu!" Sarah's hands flew over her mouth to stop what she was saying. Turning her head up to look at Remy and Gable their faces told of their surprise with the way their mouths hung open, even their twin eyes seem to ' bug ' out.
" What did you say?" Remy whispered still in shock.
"You didn't here? She said 'Ecounter ici petite garcon!' Imagine that ugly little horreur, calling me a little boy!" Gable's eyes raged with hate towards the little minded, big mouthed, ugliest girl that ever lived, at least to him. Jumping off the bed he accidentally caught his foot in the fold of the lavender colored bed sheets, making the once proud child to land at the feet of the girl. Sarah couldn't help but laugh at the site of Gable half kissing her feet and the rest tangled up in sheets. "Stop that!"
"GABLE BRYCE! You stop dat right now!" Remy moved fast, but for once it wasn't fast enough to stop Gable from using the inherited gift of making things charge with kinetic energy. Instead of him grabbing an article of clothing from the laughing girl he reached for a knife shaped bone that stuck out right were her ankle was. Charging it quickly, Sarah's bone started to hum with power glowing a crimson color before it exploded. Leaving in its quake, a painful, open gash on her left inside foot.
Why was that a happy memory? He caused her ankle to shatter in seven different places, which in turn caused her to be forced on crutches, and even go through physical therapy for four agonizing months. Was it what happened in between? Sarah's dream had an abrupt stop, and so was the questions of why she held that demonic boy so dear.
" And on the menu tonight roast duck!" the waiter said happily. Of course the waiter was a duck, so his enthusiasm was short lived.
"After watching so many of these animations, they all stop being funny because they have this horrible tendency to repeat themselves. So I will stop watching this mindless dribble and go head forth into an A&E Biography special!" Beast announced. Sitting crossed leg on the couch they recently purchased at a neighbor's garage sale, Hank McCoy would usually be tolling away the sunlight hours in his lab. Trying to cure the mutant DNA, controlling the powers that they had and of course the little thing called the legacy virus but now the only thing he could do was guess about the dozen of stains that where there from the former owner. Reaching over to the remote, he found his ice suddenly cold.
"Don't even think about changing the channel furry. Or you'll be the only blue beast hood ordinate."
" Hello Robert. I had no idea you had a fondness for young rabbits and ducks being hit simultaneously over the head with anvils that come out of no where. You never cease to amaze me."
"Beast! Get that blue butt of yours down here now!" Letting out a heavy dramatic sigh Hank reluctantly lifted from his spot to answer the yell of the new doctor.
"Who needs a intercom system when you can just scream out!"
"Thank you, Robert I'll remember that next time you're asleep and I have a problem with the ice maker."
"I don't give a damn about your housekeeping! Or her for that matter! All she is a patient! But she's also a patient that's not even here! Where is she Hank? Huh? Where's Marrow?"
"In all honest, I do not have a clue to where our little ticking time bomb has carried herself off to."
"Carried nothing! She didn't walk anywhere! If you hadn't noticed your tall sister Storm decided to take off to! I want answers now blue boy! I want them now!"
"I can't give what I do not have. But in this mystery, my dear doctor is simple, the only true question is--who is carrying who?"