The night was wonderful, one of the best nights he ever spent in the
center. The familiar atmosphere of casino warmed his heart, as he walked
through the crowd, flashing sweet smiles to every nice woman he met on
the way. The air smelled of hot excitement, and that made his blood boil
and his eyes shine with mischievous sparks.
He found a free seat at the card table and threw a couple of fresh
chips on its velvet surface (ow, how he loved the feel of it under his
fingers!).
The game went on, and he won. Good! No matter how often he usually
won in those cards games, or how often he visited casinos, every gain was
as sweet and pleasing like the very first one of his.
Another take, and another prize again. He smiled and took the glass
of champagne from the tray the girl in tight red dress was carrying on.
He sipped it, letting it roll on his tongue before swallowing. Damn, but
it was great!
Another take – and he lost. About fifty bucks. He chuckled. Now, that
was nothing.
Another win. He cheered and sipped more campaign. God, he was getting
lightheaded! Was it the drink? Or maybe that ol’ nice fuck he had less
then two hours ago? Or just that was how the planets stood in space? Small
bell in the back of his mind gave a short ring. ~You won’ have it finis
well~ the inner voice whispered, but it must have been the noise of the
crowd that overshouted the last good sense in Remy’s fogged head.
Another game – win, another game – win, game – fail, game – win, game
– fail, game – win… … …
Soon he had two thousand dollars. The next take was waiting. ~Get out
of the table~ the rational voice whispered, but it fell on deaf ears. With
one motion on his slender hand LeBeau put half of his prize on the game.
~stupid~ the inner voice blurted and subsided, realizing all its words
were in vain.
At first it was all right, he was having the steady upped hand. However,
soon some other man started succeeding, and his rating was rising high
and fast. Remy nearly growled. He was the one who spend every free evening
in casinos, and that meant he had the right to win here, he and no one
else!.
He made a desperate try to tear the victory out of man’s hands, but
didn’t succeed. It was the time he did a thing he was cussing himself for,
no more then an hour later.
A constant visitor, he knew perfectly the places where he could cheat,
as well as those he shouldn’t cheat in unless he was seeking problems.
He also knew this place was one of the last mentioned.
His red eyes stared at his cards through the mirrored glasses. Pike
ace. One damned pike ace – that was what stood between him and the great
straight flash. ~Damned ace~ he almost muttered it under his breath.
Remy threw quick glances over the other players: they seemed to be
busy along with the service-man who was currently laying out the cards.
Damned ace. Worth burning. Remy suppressed a smile. Sure as hell, the
fucking card was worth it. With a quick flick of his wrist he transferred
the ace to his left hand and in a moment it was under the table. To one
even noticed something was wrong.
~They’ll never get to my level~ he thought proudly and charged the
card. It was then, when the thin collar was snapped on his neck, and two
heavy hands landed on his shoulders.
“We’d appreciate of you go with us, Mr. LeBeau” the man said, and Remy
had nothing to do but to rise. At least, he still had enough brains not
to resist and enough pride to take it all as a man.
The minute he stepped outside, a set of cuffs fixed his wrists behind
his back, and he was gotten into the car.
“So, what am I accused in?” he asked. Not that he hoped to get out
of this clean as a newborn, still he wanted to know what exactly had they
seen.
“Cheating, Mr. LeBeau” the man informed. ~Great. And where do they
know my name from?~ “Well, mon ami, I may just pay the fine and go, non?”
The man shook his head. “You’ve got something no fines will ever be enough
for, freak.”
Remy rolled his eyes. Now, how could he forget some cops were still
jumpy around the whole mutant thing? Mon Dieu…
The car had been driving for long, long enough for Remy to get suspicious, especially when they passed one of the police departments. “I thought we’re goin’ to police depar’men’, n’est-ce pas?” he rose his eyebrows. “Too nice place fer ya, freak” the driver muttered. ~Merde! They’re more racistic than I thought~
They stopped at the police building, and he got yanked out of the car
with much more roughness than when being shoved in. Two upper buttons of
his silk shirt gave under the pull and tore away.
“Hey, connards! I win this whole case, and you’re buying me the new
one!” he exclaimed while being dragged along the corridors (Mon Dieu, how
much he hated those!) until they came to the cage-like cell. Damn.
While coming in, he observed the system, and it made him sigh. They
did think of proper security, as the two doors with three feet distance
in-between gave no chances for escape.
Remy stepped in, and the door closed with a hiss. Baises! He looked
over the cell and barely held from making a face – he knew already the
prisoners don’t like their temporary ‘home’ being offended in any way,
no matter what they think of it themselves.
Two gruff men – one of them Negro - sitting by the wall were grim and…
well, he didn’t like the type, especially with the collar around his neck
that was blocking his powers leaving him defenseless (~wish they took it
off!~). He turned to the third man laying on the bank, his hands under
his head, his green eyes watching him intently.
Remy blinked. Now, but the man was huge. Like 6’6” at least, though
he could judge it only by the fact he barely fit on the cell bank. Well,
he didn’t fit actually, his feet were in the air, though it didn’t look
like he cared.
The same collar he was wearing himself, the man had too. Mutant? Remy
tittled his head breathily when noticing man’s claws, huge and black at
the end of each finger. Then his gaze returned to man’s face, and he frowned.
He could swear he remembered this face from somewhere. Newspaper, some
anti-mutant article? Criminal TV-program? Advertisement “huge clothes for
huge people”?
He was right starting to get close to full recognition, when he realized
he had been staring for ten seconds already, and that it could irritate
the man to the level he wouldn’t like to.
Finally LeBeau did the best thing during the whole damn evening – he
turned around and paced away to sit on the bank at the opposite wall.
PART2
The silence was deafing, and he could feel the almost palpable tension
in the cell. Whatever was going on here, he didn’t like it. ~They must
be sitting here for long, that’s the clue~ he thought and decided to lighten
the mood. “What brought you here, mon ami?” he questioned the man beside
him. “Vandalism” he muttered gruffly under his breath, then turned his
head to Remy. “Ya?” The boy shrugged. “Well, you’d be laughing, but I overcheated.”
The Negro man turned to him too. “Yeah? How?” Cajun went on. “Well,
I was in casino, and I had a damn straight flash in my hands, except for
that damned ace. So… well, I decided to get rid of that one. No one was
looking. I had just hid it under the table, when those geeks caught me
cheating. And… here I am.” He dramatically motioned his hands.
“Had it been good in casino?” the man with brown hair asked seemingly
bored, but with a spark of hunger for news – usual for the prisoners. “Ow,
yeah! Blood boiling, cards flashing around, excitement in the air…” Remy
made a wide grin. “Fantastic” Negro man nodded “Once I also liked casinos…
before those Yankee came and kicked us out” he muttered with hatred. Remy
shrugged “Well, we also get kicked often.”
Negro gave him a sharp glance. “Ya mean mutants?” Good sign – he didn’t
use a ‘mutie’ word. “Yeah. Hope they don’t pass that damned law. Wouldn’t
like to stay here fer whole my life.” “Uh-huh” the brownie jumped in “Still,
I wouldn’t mind you staying here fer a while. Better three than two.”
“Three?” Remy gave a frowning glance to the huge man on the bank. “That
one not in count?” This moment Negro’s elbow kicked him in the ribs, and
the black man gave him a sharp glance.
Cajun blinked. Looked like the big mutant had more value here than
he thought from the beginning. “That serious?” he asked barely beyond a
whisper.
“Yea’” the huge man from the bank growled, making Remy jump.(~how could
he hear?!~) “An’ ya betcha hold ya’r mouth shut, or I’ll stuff it with
ya’r own dick.”
“How rude” Remy made a face and it was then when he caught a glimpse
of brownie’s face. It was pale and nervous.
~What have I gotten into?~ he thought ~could it be that hugie had kicked
their butts hard and here we go?~ Whatever, he preferred to sit silently
not to make any more rubbish around.
Slowly, the talk renewed, and they went on. Soon Remy got to know the
brownie’s name was Joshua and he suspected his wife cheating with his friend,
so he crashed his friend’s car with baseball club and gave his own wife
a good kick – as a result she called the police.
The Negro one - Andrew - was from the gang and had an ugly fight with
his opponent during with he beat him so severely the guy died on the way
to hospital.
No one knew what had brought the huge blondie here. The rumors said
different: from him being a murderer to him being a respective business
man that was gotten here by his competitors. ~Why would he snap at people
then, if being a businessman?~ LeBeau thought, then threw a careful glance
at the huge man… and immediately took the side of those who called him
a murderer. Then caught a glimpse of his stare and added the word “homicidal”
to the definition.
They spoke for what looked like several hours (there were no watch
in the cell, both men also didn’t have any, and Remy himself never wore
watch if he could avoid it), when the light suddenly switched from dim
into bright, and Cajun squinted his eyes at that. A low growl came from
the bank, and he saw the hugie covering his eyes with his paw and growling
slightly as form deep discomfort. ~Looks like his sight is more sensitive
than human one~ he thought, hearing the loud banging in the grated doors
of the cells. “Weak up, motherfuckers!” a gruff voice of heavy smoker yelled.
“Bath time!”
“Huh?” Remy frowned. It looked like it was more than just holding cell,
but… well, more like a prison. Prison?! He shook his head. It couldn’t
be, all he did was a small fucking set of small fucking cheating in a small
fucking casino! No murder, no hurt, just a small hit on the debt of those
rich geeks. And – a prison? And – without a court, penalty or something
– prison?!
He banged hard in the grates of the cell. “Hey! That must be some mistake!
Hey, sir!” the man was right near his cell. “Get out, freak” he said coldly.
“It must be a mistake, sir, you have no right to go with me like with a
prisoner”
The door opened, and Remy smiled slightly. At last, here it was gonna
be like it should be, now he’ll be led to the court and pay that damn fine,
and never ever cheat again in those casinos…
“Go” the man in gray uniform motioned him along the corridor where
other prisoners were going. Cajun shook his head. “Non, mon ami, non. I
mean I need to be in the court and…” his breath was cut off as man’s hand
grasped the collar of his shirt. “Ya need to be in the bath, freak” he
blurted at him and hurled him along the corridor. Remy landed hard on his
side and spun on his back to face the guardian. “I need to see my layer!”
he exclaimed, when the Negro man pulled him up and dragged him along the
corridor in the direction where others were pacing already.
“He… he’s got no right! Encule…” Remy spit cusses on the way, his hand
pressed to his hurting side. Andrew shook his head “No good in that, Cajun.
I tried it many times already – no effect.” “You mean they… don’t listen
to not just to mutants but to anyone?” Joshua nodded. “Uh-huh. All requests
in vain. And I’ll suggest ya to act quite – they don’t like bringing up
this topic way too often.”
Remy’s eyes widened at the realization. “What is it all about?” Andrew
shrugged “If only I knew.”
Ami - friend
Amour - love
Baises - fuck
Chien - dog
Cher - dear, darling, sugar
Connard - bastard
Cul - arse, ass, asshole
Dieu - God
Encule - bastard, fucker
Encule de mere - motherfucker
Fils de la putain - son of a bitch
Finis - End
Foutre - fuck! (old, baisser is currently the favored expression according
to my sources )
L'affaire d'couer - literally 'the affair of the heart'
Maintenant - now
Merci - Thanks
Merde - shit!
Mon - my, mine
Mon ami - my friend
Mon amour - my love
Mon couer - my heart
Mon Dieu - my god!
N'est-ce pas - Isn't that so? Isn't that right? Expresses/requests
agreement.
Oui - yes
P'etetre - maybe, perhaps
Pousses - pussy
Putain - bitch, fuck
Tante - aunt
T'encule-moi - fuck me!
S'il vous plait - literally 'if you please', please
Vraiment - true, truly, often used as a bracing expression.
http://www.notam.uio.no/~hcholm/altlang
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