A/N: I present to you, my loyal readers and reviewers, the last chapter of Petite Fleur! I hope you enjoy it, as always, I do not own X-men, just the plot for this story, and my OC, Ivy. Annaliesa belongs to my friend, KinaSakira. Please Read and Review! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

When you passed out,

I felt dead,

and I realized you make me live. -

Plumb: Real Life Fairytale

Chapter 14

Stryker's hired help made their way back through the woods, toward the whirling sounds of a chopper's spinning blades, working through the air. Ivy jostled around uncomfortably on Fred Duke's shoulder, the bone beginning dig into her stomach. Her mind was still fuzzy, as she tried to lift her heavy head, to look at the helicopter that was taking her away, from her blissful freedom.

But what she saw, brought fresh tears springing to her dark rose pink eyes. Remy was dangling from Sabertooth's clawed hand, by his shirt collar, barely conscious. A black and blue bruise forming on left side of his face. Their were also clear and nearly blood glistening claw marks on his throat, Ivy's pupils became cat-like slits as she should see, shining diamonds of some type of living earth. Realization struck her quickly, splinters. Victor had struck the Cajun across the face with a tree. Anger boiled within in her, she had never felt like this. With Remy slipping fast into unconsciousness, she felt hallow and alone, and frightened. But somehow the fear quaking in her, could not overcome her rage.

Diamonds of living earth surrounded her in a large pool, there was not a single spot of dead, black earth, that is, except were Fred stood, seeing as she was now looking down. The strings began to drop from her fingertips, having to twist around the large muscular, crew cut blond, in order to get to the grass below. She was so close, a smile almost reached her mouth. Almost, Zero being quick to notice, quickly took out another, much stronger, sedative. The needle plunged into her arm, before she had time to react. The strings going limp and retracting, the shining diamonds of living earth, her and Remy's last hope of escape, rapidly disappearing in front of her eyes. Everything going black and the sounds of the chopper and the voices of Wade Wilson and Sabertooth fading away.

Remy Lebeau awoke slowly to the sounds of screams and pleading. His brain still muddled and his body screamed in protest when he tried to get into a sitting position. His ribcage hurt, and so did his throat, the left side of his face, throbbed in agony. He went to reach inside his pockets to grab his playing cards. Too find his pockets, his trench coat, completely gone. Instead, he was wearing bright orange prison pants, with gauze and bandages wrapped around his ribcage, to heal the stab wounds from Sabertooth.

He had been caged, like an animal, and with no means of escape. With his mind finally fully cleared, the Cajun looked around for Ivy, hoping to see her in the cage beside him, but she was not there. Instead all around him, were other mutants, restrained in different ways, in order to keep their individual powers from being active.

A familiar scream reached his ears, as her voice echoed into the room.

"Non…please, you can't…" Ivy was dragged into the room, in his line of sight. She wore the same ugly bright orange prison uniform, but something was very wrong. They had bound her hands and fingers in plastic, in a way that kept her from even twitching them if she had too. The two burly guards that held her, tossed her roughly into the cage beside him. One of the nurses, dragged her into a kneeling position, and placed a heavy-duty blind fold on her. She then left Ivy, to lie there on her side, whimpering in fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks from behind the blindfold, and onto her lips.

It horrified Remy, and broke his heart to see her like this. He tried to squeeze his fingers through the chain-link holes of his cage, too gingerly touch her cheek. Ivy flinched trying to back away from him.

"Il est bien, Juste moi, -It is alright, just me-Ivy." He said, trying to calm her, as his finger brushed down her tear-stained cheek once more.

"Remy…?" Her voice came out in a horse whisper, as she scooted closer to him. He continued to stroke her cheek.

"I'm gonna find away, to get us out-a here." Remy replied.

The door to William Stryker's office banged open, as he looked up from the reports he had been reading from his staff. Annaliesa now stood in front of his desk, the acid from her webbed fingers had eaten a hole through the wood, as the frog-girl mutant glared at him with deadly aquamarine eyes.

"You lied to me!" She yelled, not even bothering to keep her voice down, as several staff members turned to look out of curiosity.

Stryker kept his calm composure, and folded his hands. "What exactly did I lie to you about?"

"You told me, that we were putting bad mutants away! because they had grudges against non-mutants and were hurting them!" She fumed, an acid bubble forming her palm, as water dripped down from the tips of fingers, to gather in the middle and, make her liquid weapon form larger.

"I didn't lie to you about that. All Mutant kind holds a grudge against non-mutants because they aren't excepted among a normal society." Her boss explained, still in a calm tone.

"And what about helping me learn to control my powers?" Annaliesa asked, still angry at the man, she thought she could trust.

"And have you learned to control them?" Stryker questioned, his voice holding a hint of curiosity.

"More then you know." Annaliesa bit out, and released the acid bubble, from her palm as it almost hit Stryker in the face, but hit the back wall instead. The acid bubble knocked down a painting, that hung and it crashed to the floor, glass shattering. A couple of droplets had splattered on to William's glasses as he wiped them away.

Annaliesa turned on heel and stormed out of the open doorway, making sure that the acid dripping from her hand, ate the rest of his doorway as she did. She screamed confidently and full of rage, "I QUIT!".

She stormed out of the building, passed Wade, who was eating a sandwich, and never looked back at, The Island.

Ivy was finally able to turn herself around, so her back and her mop of dark chocolate curls faced the Cajun, as he tried to undo the latch that held her blindfold together. After several minutes, and only being able to squeeze two fingers through the holes of his cage, he was able to get it undone, as fell it away. The Earth-puppeteer turned back, still on her knees, and turned to face Remy. Her pupils turned into slits, cat-like once more, as she pressed her fingers close together, and was able to get a couple to wiggle just a couple, a little through the plastic restraints.

Sighing a little in disappointment, it would just have to do. Ivy looked at Remy's bruised cheek, and the splinters within it. The strings dropped from her fingertips, and connected with the pieces of woods, before they pulled free from where they were imbedded in the Cajun's face, going all along near his eye, in his cheek, and toward his jawline. Ivy looked down sadly at the splinters her strings had gathered.

Even if she could manipulate them, it wouldn't be enough. She let them drop to the cold cement of her cage, and her vision returned to normal, to gaze at the Cajun.

"Not enough?" He questioned, and Ivy could bring herself to shake her head. She really wished she had a piece of aloe leaf to heal the black and blue bruise on Remy's face. But of course, the nurses, -who had scrubbed her down so bad, her skin had turned pink from the bristles of the brush-, had also confiscated everything in her pockets.

Remy noticed this, and gently kissed her on the mouth, getting the slightest taste of metallic, as he did so. "Don't ya worry about the bruisin', Ma petite fleur, it will do all the healin' on it's own."

Ivy nodded again, and then looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Petite fleur?"

The Cajun smiled a little. "Your nickname now, it fits." He kissed her again. "Thanks for getting' the splinters out-a my face, Petite Fleur."

"Ce n'était pas un problème -it wasn't a problem-." Ivy said, blushing now. Little flower, guess it did fit her, somehow.

Ivy was about to give Remy a kiss back, when she was slammed onto the ground by two burly guards. She thrashed and squirmed viciously, trying to kick them, trying to do anything to get them off of her.

"Get your hands off her!" Remy yelled angrily, his eyes flashing blood red, his pupils dark black, trying to get kinetic energy to flow through the chain-link fence. But it was useless as a single guard came into his cage, and stabbed him in the neck with a dose of a tranquillizer. The world around him going blurry.

Ivy's blindfold was once again, placed around her eyes, and her plastic hand bindings fixed, as she tried to get closer to Remy. The cries and screams of fellow mutants, wanting to be released, flooding into their ears.

Ivy's fingertips touched the Cajun's every so lightly, nearly tickling the skin.

This place called, The Island, was not a damn paradise.

It was Hell on Earth.

À SUIVRE (TO BE CONTINUED)...

A/N: Please Review. I would also like to give a big thank you, to Certh, for always correcting my itty-bitty French mistakes. Much love to you, Certh, if I could bake you a cake, I would.

Anyways, here's the deal. I am in a bit of a dilemma. I am not sure if I should post the sequel, La liberté oublié (Forgotten Freedom), or the prequel Trouver une Famille (Finding a Family), Ivy's story, featuring a very special guest.

In order to fix this issue of mine, I have posted a poll on my profile. So please vote!

Read and Review please! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)