Beyond Evolution

4.Silver Bullet

Ahh! Thank you guys so much for your support! - As for who's talking to Marie, you're about to find out. Once again, thank you for the support, this chapter was inspired from 'Silver Bullet' by Hawthorne Heights. And it will come into play in here somewhere.

And, as if you couldn't tell before, I'm on a bit of a streak of using Hawthorne Heights songs as titles. Eh, don't blame me, they're kick arse...

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Subject: Logan

Location: Devil's Den Club

Date: June 18

Logan slowly walked through the club, sniffing the air discreetly as he walked through. He couldn't pick out any auburn haired, white banged women in the crowd, though he probably should have known Marie wouldn't have gone to the club looking her usual. She had to know that Magneto and Mystique were after her. Plus, she was a very smart girl. He started towards the bar, her scent was getting stronger.

There was a girl with black hair and blue eyes wearing gloves at the bar, but she didn't really smell like Marie. Though maybe everyone in the group's small had rubbed off on her. She smelled like so many different people. He couldn't place them from so far away, but he didn't want to get any closer in case this was Marie. He cursed when a man approached her wearing sunglasses. He looked classically Cajun, with brown hair. The way the girl reacted...it didn't seem very Marie like. She spun around, looking absolutely terrified or who it may be, before a grin broke across her face. She exclaimed something he couldn't hear over the music before jumping up to hug him.

He moved away...that couldn't be Marie, no matter how long he had been gone...

Subject: Marie Cameron

Location: Bar, Devil's Den Club

Date: June 18

"Well hey darlin', it's been awhile...hasn't it?" Marie whipped around, wide-eyed to see none other then Remy LeBeau, better known as Gambit. She couldn't help but feel a smile cross her face at the sight of the Cajun boy...she had missed Remy.

"Good God Remy! Do you insist on scaring meh to death?" Marie gave the Cajun a hug, careful to avoid his exposed skin to her very exposed self. As soon as his deep southern twang had hit her ears, she to had reverted to the deep southern twang that she had all her life from Mississippi. It seemed it only came back when the people around her had the same twang, or something worse. Remy's, she liked to think, was deeper and thicker then hers. So, maybe she wasn't that much of a idiot. Remy was smirking at her when she let go, but she rolled her eyes at him dismissively. Sure, he was a cute southern boy, but to her he was just Remy. To tell the truth, he was no replacement for her Logan.

'Whoa wait..did I just think my Logan? Scary...' She thought to herself, though that tingle was still on the back of her neck. Who ever her subconscious was sensing, they were still around. She looked over to the group. They seemed to be having a good time without her, dancing and making new mutant friends. Remy followed her gaze, smirking.

"So, yah ran away again, huh?" She turned around, feeling a slight blush go over her cheeks. She nodded, and she heard Remy sigh as if exasperated with her. His hand went to touch her shoulder, but her flinch reminded him that he would need gloves. Instead, he just shook his head.

"What was yo resonin' this time?" He asked, his tone indicating he was tired. She looked over at him, then up into his sunglasses. He really couldn't go anywhere without them, because of his exotic looking eyes. Though, she didn't mind those red eyes, they reminded her of home even more then being there. Along with the rich accent that came along with it, she didn't mind that at all.

"Logan left, and everyone decided that they should baby me and act like I was porcelain, so I left. I went up to New York, where I managed to get a job at a Gucci store and earn some cash until I could catch a train to Ohio, then a train home. Well, I did it, and now I'm staying with a group of under grounds. It's okay, especially since they're accepting." She shrugged, taking a drink of the strawberry daiquiri she had ordered. Remy looked over at them again, making a 'hmmm' sound as he looked over at them. She watched him anxiously, wondering what exactly he was thinking. After a few minutes, she shrugged.

"Yah wanna come live with me darlin'? I have an apartment that you could join me in. I won't charge yah nothin'."Marie looked up at him, shocked at the offer. She blinked a few times, not knowing what to say. Though, all the beings in her subconscious were screaming for her to take the offer. Especially Mystique, who was not to happy about living in a no longer used sewer pipe. Eventually, she smiled.

"Ah'd be happy to Remy. I have to go tell them goodbah and git mah things but.." Remy shook his head, cutting her off. God, her accent was getting thick.

"Nah, lets go. This place doesn't have a good vibes for meh." She went to open her mouth to disagree but the look Remy shot her meant there was no fighting it. She sighed, nodding. Remy grabbed her hand lightly, just so they wouldn't get separated on the way out. She looked back one last time, and no one was paying attention. It was a good thing in her book, because then they wouldn't know who she left with or why. She led Remy to the sewer cover, lifting it away efficiently and crawling in. Her duffel was mostly packed except her CDs, which she slowly picked up and put away. Remy was helping her get them, but she still moved slowly, reluctant to leave. She may have only been there for two days, but they had been like her real family...in a dysfunctional way. She sighed as she hoisted the bag on her back again, blinking as she changed her appearance back to the way it had been, sighing as her white bangs fell into her face once again. Remy offered a hand to help her up the ladder with her duffel, and she gratefully took his hand.

He hauled her out of the hole, which she was thankful for. She would have had a bad time trying to do it on her own.

"Thanks." he nodded in response, leading her to a bike that was parked in front of the club. He climbed on, letting her attach her duffel to the back of his bike. She couldn't believe she was going to be riding on the back of another bike besides Logan's but she had to do what she had to do. At least Remy wasn't going to take her back to the Institute. Maybe the Cajun wasn't as bad as she thought... But, the song coming out of the club made her sing quietly along with it...

'Tonight we'll fly away so high, our first full moon sky. I'll breathe you in, I won't let you down. I won't hold you back, I won't make a sound. I know what scares you the most, being alone or just like them. Being alive while feeling so dead, at least you'll have my heart. You know you shine so bright. I've got a single silver bullet, I shot right through my heart to prove I can survive without you. Can you sleep at night if I hold you tight? I won't let you go, this feels so right. Please don't leave this time. Tonight we'll fly away so high. Tonight we'll fly away. You know the moon is full, and I can't live without you. Tonight we'll fly away. Tonight we'll fly away. Tonight.'

Marie sighed at the end of one of her favorite songs, wishing that she could stay with her friends. But deep down she knew it was safer with Remy, after all, he was experienced with his powers, and he knew the area better then her, especially since she had been gone all this time. He may be part of the team, but he lived down south, which was good for more then a few reasons. Making sure her duffle was securely attached to the back, she straddled the bike ,putting her feet on the sides. Remy owned what the guys at the school liked to call a 'crotch rocket'. Basically, a very fast Yamaha or Honda motorcycle. Marie really didn't care what kind they owned, as long as it was a motorcycle. She adored motorcycles.

She wrapped her arms around Remy's waist, laying her head on his warm back through his bike jacket. She was keeping her head low just in case anyone had noticed she was gone and came to see where she was. She didn't need to be riding away in front of everyone. The bike roared to life, and she lifted her head, looking at the club one last time. People were flooding out of the doors, none of them the mutants she had grown to know. Good, she didn't want them to see her leaving like this. She had even left the Institute secretly, just so no one would be awake.

"Yah ready darlin'?" Remy asked, and she nodded slightly, just ready to be out of there.

"Alrigh'." He put his feet up, hitting the gas on the motorcycle. Just as they were driving past the club, Marie lifted her head to watch the door, just to make sure. What she saw wasn't what she was expecting. She could have sworn she saw Logan...But no, he wouldn't be here in Caldecott, no way.

Subject: Logan

Location: Outside Devil's Den Club

Date: June 18

Logan stepped out of the club, irritated and half deaf. He could have sworn he smelled Marie in the club, but now her scent was everywhere around here. She could have been here at any point in time, but this smelled really fresh, and strong. Was she nearby? He looked around, his ears assaulted by the sound of a motorcycle's motor starting. His head snapped in that direction, keen on watching everyone. The cycle was going pretty fast by the time it passed him, but he still could have sworn that he saw a flash of white bangs, and Marie's face.

There was no way he could mix that face up with anyone else's. She didn't seem to notice him though as she made sure she didn't fall off of the bike that she was riding on. He growled looking at the guy. Somehow, he recognized that smell, but he couldn't place who exactly it was. He'd find out though, because he was following the bike...

Subject: Marie Cameron

Location: Remy LeBeau's apartment

Date: June 25

Marie woke up groggily to two distinctly male voices talking from Remy's living room. She groaned, turning over in the bed. Remy had been lucky enough to get an apartment that had two beds, so she had taken one room, he had taken the other. She took a moment to stare at the ceiling, waiting for herself to be awake and ready to move. It was going to take forever though, she could tell. She rubbed her eyes, yawning broadly. Looking over at the digital clock it read 11:00. Man, going out last night with Remy must have really drained her. She rolled to the edge of the bed, plannign to swing her legs around, but ended up falling off. A string of imaginative curses made their way out of her mouth as she stood.

No doubt that would have a bruise tomorrow when she woke up. She sighed, running a hand through her hair before heading for the bathroom. There was a small bathroom shared between her and Remy's rooms, but he always woke up early in the morning, so she didn't have to worry about fighting him for it when she woke up.

She turned the water on extra hot, she would need it to wake up. When it started to steam up the bathroom she shed her AC/DC pajama pants and her cami top black tank top, hopping in the water. It was very awakening to stand in the water as she rubbed her hair with the shampoo and conditioner, taking her long awaited bath. She had missed being able to take a shower every day when she was down in the sewers. Though, she did miss everyone. She finally stepped out, drying herself off and brushing through her white on auburn hair. Finally she dressed in a pair of jeans, a Hawthorne Heights tee shirt, and a pair of black elbow length gloves. She shook her hair out so it would dry faster, and she was done, not being a real make-up person herself.

Stretching, she walked out of her room, listening to the conversation Remy was having from the kitchen. Her had a little galley kitchen attached to the kitchens, so when she woke up, she went through the kitchen to the living room. But she was hungry this morning. After awhile of straining, she realized it was useless to try and hear Remy's conversation. The walls were more insulated then she thought apparently. She fixed herself a small peanut butter and jelly sandwich, taking a seat at the kitchen table. She didn't want to interrupt Remy's conversation, maybe even possibly reveal herself.

She could never know now. Anyone could actually be Mystique, and other people had their way of getting into Remy's apartment.

"Look Gambit, she needs to get back to the Institute..." Marie caught a snippet of conversation, and she stopped mid-chew. Now that had really sparked her interest. They couldn't be talking about anyone else besides her, at least in her state of mind. Slowly she stood, pressing her ear against the dark wood door.

"Ah don't care Logan, she obviously don't want to go back. I think this time yah crushed her a bit to much.." She felt her blood pressure rise, realizing that Logan and Remy were sitting there, discussing whether she should go back to the Institute while she was sitting right in the kitchen. And everyone wondered why she didn't like making friends. Well, friends always had a way of hurting you, which had proven true for Marie a few times now. Like when she and Bobby had broken up, then when Logan left. But if there was one thing she wouldn't stand for, it would be them talking about her like she wasn't there. She put her sandwich down, grabbing the door handle.

She wanted to turn the handle so bad, but her hand was frozen. What would she say? How would she handle seeing Logan again? More importantly, how would he react? She didn't want him to be pissed off at her for running away, yet she knew no matter what she did he would be. She took a deep breath, turning the door knob and stepping into the living room. She had tilted her head up slightly, so she looked completely confident toward the now wide eyed Logan.

"Well, howdy sugah."