5AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. I'M WRITING THIS SOLEY FOR ME. I HAVE FEELINGS I CANNOT DEAL WITH LEAVE ME ALONE. LIKE THIS CAN BE EARTH 759 (basically just some random alternate universe I just made up for you not-comic book sauve). JUST AT AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE THIS SORT OF CANNON.
The first time she had fallen in love was when she was fifteen. Running, on her own.
She had been walking down the road, it was Marti Gras in New Orleans. She wasn't one hundred percent sure what she was doing here, she just knew that her gut had let here.
Her mutation had simply developed out of the blue one day. She had been holding the hand of of her youngest brother when he began to shrivel. It was the most terrifying moment of her life.
She had let go instantly, and her brother still hadn't woken up. What was very strange to her though, was that her brother was still very much there in her mind. Smiling with her, and laughing at odd things she saw walking down the road.
She had first noticed her in his head when she had been at the hospital, in a corner, finally receiving the news that they weren't sure that her brother was going to wake up. They weren't even sure what had put him in the coma, but (the nurse leaned down to 'whisper' to her parents) From what you've told us, it's got to something with that girl of yours. We think she might be a- a disgusted pause - mutie.
Marie cried. Her tears leaked down her face in a non-to subtle way and sobs shook her body. First she's lost her brother (and it must be her fault, she felt the tingling sensation at her fingers and hadn't pulled away immediately what if...?) and now this. She wasn't normal. She hurt people. Just by the simple gesture of touching them.
She had heard him then. A faint whisper in the back of her head, squeaky and high pitched in all of his four-year-old glory. Marie, why are you crying?
Marie shook her head as she wandered the streets of New Orleans, as crazy people went around drunk in the night. Oooh Marie! Loook! the voice of her brother sounded in her head, and oddly enough she knew exactly what he would be pointing out if he was in a body.
You want a pretzel bud? She said inside her head to him. (How odd it was that the only friend she had left in the world was her four year old brother, and he was just in her head.)
She didn't even need to hear his answer, and began to walk over to the Pretzel stand. She had been trying to be frugal with her money, spend it wisely and all- a life long road trip that would only take her God-knows where deserved frugal spending.
But she convinced her self without hesitation It is Marti Gras... and he really wants a pretzel.
She got in line and pulled her wallet out grabbing a few bills as she walked up to the man, "Could ah have one of ya' lahge pretzels please?" she said smiling sweetly as she handed the man the money for the pretzal in her gloved hands.
The man grumbled something("Wo'kin' on Mati' Gras' dis be s'me fine crap") in a thick Cajun accent, he didn't seem to be in the best mood, before he handed her the pretzel. "Enjoy."
She nodded her head at him and walked to sit down on the side walk to simply people watch, and watch the parade. She timidly slipped the gloves that she had had to steal from her grandmother before she left off.
Eating the pretzel she kept herself entertained by listening to her little brother chatter on in her head.
This was no life like she was used to, but she supposed it was better than what could be, completely alone on her little 'road trip' (what a way to soften the blow for the actuality of this road trip simply being her running away from people she would hurt if she stayed 'round too long).
She had to admit, she missed the gentle touch of hand in her own already. She already missed talking to actualy people- friends, not just strangers in passing like the man who had sold her the pretzel. She missed friends.
She was so deep in thought she didn't notice when someones bare ankle brushed against her skin.
She didn't notice it, and neither had he.
She didn't notice until she heard a fine deep voice with a thick Cajun accent echo throughout her head Who y' be ma cherie? What is poor ole' Gambit doin' in y' mind?
Marie froze. Her entire body went stiff, and she slipped on her gloves quickly.
Ahm Marie. she whispered in her head How did yah get in here? she said still shocked over this fact.
Gambit not be so sure, mon cheire, one min' Gambit be tryin' to- eh- borrow sum wallet from some fine lady sittin' on de side walk when he find 'im self in 'ere.
Marie went stiff, scared stiff one might say, that wallet had all of her savings in it. She scrambled to find it now, sticking her hands in all of her pockets (with a large jacket draped around her shoulders with multiple pockets it took enough time) and when she couldn't find it her temper flared.
Gambit, where would yah go aftah gettin' a wallet from a 'fine lady sittin' on de side walk' she imitated his Cajun voice in her head.
She heard his muffled chuckle, Dat be a very bad impression of Gambit, Marie. he chortled, before adding What's it to ya' Mon Cherie? Gambit won't be givin' up 'is secrets jus' fo' a pretty face.
Marie growled, I don't have anymore money- anywhere- I'm going to die without that!
The fact that he was in her head might have added to the urgency that she felt, because he probably saw it too- or felt it. The urgency, the fear. She had around one thousand dollars in there, and that was all she had to make her life out of. Not much, but it was something.
Calm down Cherie! Gambit somtimes go to de bar down de road. It's got a red sign that blinks, dere be a lot o' people dere, but you can find me. Calm down Marie. His voice was soothing, and she relaxed fractionally.
You're going to pay for this Cajun. She growled, and started off to the bar, she could see the directions clearly in her head, given to her by Gambit.
Now, now. If you be goin' in dere wit' dat kind o' attitude I aint gon' give you nuttin'. He sort of grumbled, but at the same time she could tell he was actually trying to give her advice. Best be comin' in wit de doe eyes. Turn on de water works, be like 'Me to femme to do anyt'ing. I done lost my wallet can anyone help me?' Gambit be sure to remember stealin' somt'in from a pretty femme like yo' self. I dun stole from lots o' personnes, but y' such a charmante jeune fille* I be rememberin' y' face. Especially so soon after takin' yo' money. Gambit be sure fillin' guilty bout it.
Gambit rambled in her head as she walked, and she found it almost annoying but sort of adorable. She could tell he felt guilty for grabbing her cash.
Gambit, do ah really need tah turn on the tears tah get yah to help meh?
There was a chortle, Dat, or some ot'er way y' ain't gon' to be likin' ma Chere.
Ah ain't the best actah Gambit, she said, already feeling not so alone with this extra voice in her head. How pitiful, she growled to herself.
Marie licked her lips, staring up at the blinking sign as people celebrating Marti Gras filtered around her.
She thought of the thing that had caused her the most grief- her mutation, being out here by herself, being alone except for the voice (well, now voices) in her head. She found it wasn't hard to bring tears to her eyes.
She was nervous walking into a bar by herself. She wasn't quite fond of bars, or the people who went in them- Gambit resent that cherie.
Ah'm ignorahn you. Yah are the one who got meh into this situation in the first place
He let our a disgruntled Hurumph and settled quietly into a corner in her mind.
Marie, she heard the young voice of her brother- Jason- whisper to her. Her heart swelled, she hated that he had to be in her head at all times, simply for the fact that she didn't want him to feel- see- hear whatever it was that he went through in her head her pain. It was her own pain, and she would keep it her own.
Marie. I love you. Don't be sad Marie. Little Jason said in her head, sensing the emotions she was drawing to the forefront of her mind to get ready to bawl her heart out after she found the evil Cajun (I resent that femme) and get her money back.
Thank you for reading, but I wrote this for myself, and probably will not be going back to edit. There will probably be four chapters, I'm not sure yet, it was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but it was going to be a really long one-shot so I changed my mind. Chapter two has already been written, and it has lots of ROMYness in it.
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