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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 1, 2012 15:38:18 GMT 1
The investigation into the location of Morphia's wee baby had reached a very great number of dead ends. It was not amusing. Not amusing at all. Adorned in his stealthsuit sans its helmet Claude made his way into Morphia's suite. He didn't knock quite obviously. "Morphia, where are you?" he asked as he stepped through the entrance hall.
He had exhausted just about every contact he had on the planet. It was as if his attacker didn't exist. He thought back to the works of Arthur Conan Doyle, his favourite. 'It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' There were other possibilities to explore.
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Post by Morphia on Aug 1, 2012 17:40:17 GMT 1
Walking out of her kitchenette Morphia noted Claude standing in the suite entry way.
She had a black mug steeping tea, she looked as if she hadn't slept for days if it hadn't interacted badly with the medication she was given at the hospital she'd probably have been drinking heavily too.
"I'm here." She said walking towards him the look of hope in her eyes, barely, and then gone.
Claude was rarely around any more, he was always flying off to some place where his contacts could direct him towards another lead which led to another dead end.
She was paying him a vast sum to keep up this search but she couldn't help but think she'd do anything to get her child back. She wasn't even sure the motives behind the attack, she couldn't even guess why they had targeted her. But she'd keep the search going as long as there was hope, if she had to sell her self to Claude as a slave to keep him looking she would.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 1, 2012 20:55:31 GMT 1
"Mardripoor was a dead end." he informed, his face was a portrait of exhaustion. While Morphia had been staying awake with worry, Claude had been staying away working. If he wasn't forcefully extracting information from someone he was traveling somewhere and monitoring multiple computer pads as he processed information from as many places as possible. He had never knee capped so many people in such a short period of time, but he had been meaning to use an antique sawn-off shotgun he picked up in Germany a few years ago.
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Post by Morphia on Aug 1, 2012 21:07:16 GMT 1
Morphia nearly broke down crying when he confessed another dead end.
"Where do we go from here?" Morphia would have felt much better if she was out there looking herself, if she was the one pulling the trigger the one asking the questions.
She knew that he had superior knowledge of the subject of torture and questioning but she felt useless here.
She sat the tea down on one of the tables in the entrance and sat down in one of the plush chairs. "Where could he have taken him?" She looked up at Claude and wondered not for the first time how many of his features their son had.
Did he have her bright yellow eyes, or Claude's red and black? Did the baby have her full lips or his twisted smirking mouth.
Morphia felt a break escape her chest shallow and catching in her throat. The baby didn't even have a name, she'd never even gotten to see him, to hold him.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 0:22:03 GMT 1
There was only one lead that had not been explored to its end. One. It was also the only possibility despite how improbable. Through black and red eyes Claude watched as Morphia sat down and he let he out a sigh of exhaustion. Standing on the spot he took the time to stretch his muscles, crack out a few stiff joints.
"They didn't take him anywhere." which was partially correct, they hadn't taken him somewhere. It was as if saying that was a cue, for within moments there was a burst of pinkish light and the same assailant that had attacked at the hospital sprung from it. Claude looked towards him drew his sword without thought and with one kick pushed him back into the wall. A moment later Claude's sword was held to the assailants neck. "He didn't take him anywhere, he took him to a when! Traces of zeta and chrono - particles turned up when I had the hospital swept. He's a time traveler. Now lets see who..?" With the time traveling baby snatcher pinned to the wall with a sword at his neck Claude was able to reach over and pull away the mask.
Revealing.....
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Post by Morphia on Aug 2, 2012 1:48:50 GMT 1
The flash of light startled Morphia as Claude moved faster than she could comprehend.
The blade of a shining sword now flashed under the throat of the figure who had appeared.
The mask came off and a organic metal face with red eyes glared at Claude. "You." The man said a scowl on his face, his eye brows furrowed into a look of contempt and disgust.
Morphia stood jaw tight, was this the man who had taken her child?
"Who the hell are you?" She asked her voice thin.
She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 20:43:42 GMT 1
Claude's black and reds looked over the organic metal face and red eyes. He was holding the sword so the point was pressing into his neck. He couldn't move without cutting himself and if he had done his research on Claude as it would appear he did then he'd probably know he could kill him if he tried to move.
"You wanna be answerin' the ladies questions mon ami." Claude wasn't in a negotiating mood right now, he was in a pistol whipping mood to the point that his free hand took up his gun. He could pop a cap in this time traveling babynapper's knee right now and start forcing answers. People said torture didn't work, those people weren't very good at torture. Not very good at all.
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Post by Morphia on Aug 2, 2012 20:56:29 GMT 1
The man glared at Claude harder, his jaw set.
"They call me ..." The man said his voice deep, his face young.
He was roughly the same size as Claude maybe an inch or two taller but then again that could have been an optical illusion of the younger man being pinned to the wall. "I don't mean any harm to you ma'am... it's him I'm after."
The Red eyes never left Claude's as he swallowed against the blade.
Morphia looked at Claude and then returned her glare to the man with the silver skin. "Then why the fuck did you kidnap my child?" She said harshly walking forward now.
The asian woman looked desperate and angry. If that hadn't needed answers from this guy she'd have already grabbed Claude's gun and shot the bastard in the face, she didn't care if it ruined the perfect white walls in her suite.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 2, 2012 22:11:54 GMT 1
Claude didn't seem even vaguely impressed by the metal faced attacker when he revealed he was after Claude, as a result the Cajun pointed his pistol at the time travel's knee and with one squeeze of the trigger blew it out. There was a spray of blood and roar of pain before Claude placed away his sword and gun only to roughly grab their quarry and take from him the watch that he used to perform all of his tricks.
The Assassin took a minute to examine the watch before believing he understood its working and he placed it on. Drawing his gun once more he tossed it towards Morphia, it had significantly more stopping power then the guns she tended to carry on her person. "Keep an eye on him, I'll be right back." with that he was gone in a flash of light.
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Post by Morphia on Aug 2, 2012 22:41:23 GMT 1
The man shouted in pain as the bullet blew out his knee cap. He slid to the floor as Claude sheathed his sword and took his travel device.
Morphia nodded before running back to her bedroom and then back with a gun.
"Looks like it's just you and me now." She said, switching off the safety and caulking the gun.
"You're going to answer my questions and you're going to answer them now."
The man chuckled. "So you're Morphia huh?" He bit his lip. "They never told me to much about you, except how you were always there playing the cards behind what ever Gambit the Terminator was doing." He looked up at her weakly. "I guess that's what keeps you useful to him."
Morphia's features remained deadpan. "You never told us who you were." She said her jaw tight.
Grabbing his thigh just above the knee the silver man let out an amused snort. "Ironically, they call me Gambit. But the important part is that I'm the Savior."
"Gambit the Savior, cute. So you've got some vendetta against The Terminator." Morphia scowled. "Why did you take my child?"
"His child, I took his child. To stop him." The savior continued. "He's a terrible man Morphia, you should get away from him."
Morphia sighed through her nose, she was growing impatient.
"He's going to commit terrible acts, he'll hurt you, he'll hurt a lot of people... I had to stop him, it's been my mission since the day I was born."
Morphia suddenly let the gun down from it's position level with the silver strangers head. His features looked very familiar.
"Who are you really?"
"I never had a name... they just instructed me to be the perfect weapon to stop Gambit the Terminated from ever becoming the evil he will become."
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 3, 2012 1:20:12 GMT 1
Where Claude arrived was a dark place, old lights that had the smell of bad materials used gave sparse light but even then there was pockets of pitch black. He was clearly standing on a platform of some form, the obvious use was to assist the time traveling, jump start it on a send off and provide a beacon to follow on the return.
Then Claude spotted someone, he was dressed like a technician, a fat man of at least fifty. He tried to run upon realizing that Claude wasn't the person that was supposed to be using that machine but The Terminator was right after him. The chase didn't last long, enough though fatboy had an advantage in the long, winding corridors. Eventually LeBeau caught up and dragged him to the floor. "THE BABY!?" growled the Cajun. "Please! I can't!" he screamed, but his screams only resulted in Claude slapping him over the head, he wasn't stopping to ask again nor was he making any real effort to hold back his super strength. He was just battering an aging fatman over the head until he gave directions and wet himself.
Claude made his way in the directions suggested and eventually found what appeared to be something of a make-shift maternity ward...there was only one babe though and Claude recognised it in a heart beat. A nurse stepped in his way. She was scared, clearly, but she must have known who he was and didn't intend to let the baby go. With one fluid motion Claude grabbed her by the side of the head and threw her across the room, her forehead struck the grey tile wall and she was killed instantly.
He stepped up now and looked at the child. Whatever they had been doing had been working. He looked bigger, healthier. He wasn't hooked up to anything, he was breathing on his own perfectly well. The Cajun Assassin wrapped him in the blue blanket he had been resting on and picked him up, supporting him in one arm. The wee baby looked up at him with open eyes and make a facial expression that almost resembled a smile. Claude just stuck out his tongue before giving a brief smile and looking up to find a pair of guards. They had what appeared to be some sort of futuristic cattle prod, they looked exceedingly dangerous. There was more of them on the way, before Claude knew it there was three dozen of them at the very least. The Cajun Assassin drew his promethium katana.
There was a flash of that same pinkish light and then he was back. Just like that. Claude LeBeau with the blue bundle of joy in hand appeared to be covered in excessive amounts of blood but the wee baby was clean. Had even fallen asleep. "You can kill him now."
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Post by Morphia on Aug 3, 2012 1:37:30 GMT 1
Morphia looked at the man with the metal skin, he'd been warning her about Claude, about him doing something terrible in the future. But some how she didn't care. This man had taken her child and Claude despite all his vile features had saved her son- even if it had been for money.
"Fuck your cause." She said as squeezed the stud on the gun, and the man was dead.
Before she could even processes that she'd just shot a man in the face she dropped the gun and ran over to Claude who was holding her baby. "Is he safe?" She asked reaching up to take her tiny little infant from the arms of his less than doting father.
This was the first time she'd have seen her son, the first time she'd held him.
Removing the blanket from his face she felt a bright smile settle on her features like she hadn't felt since she was little girl. "Oh my god..." She said looking at her own little son, he was beautiful.
Her son was small a tiny little baby with thin wisps of dark black hair and warm pink skin, he had her full lips, almond shaped eyes and bright red and black eyes just like his father.
Morphia turned to look at Claude her brows furrowed. "Who was he?" She asked about the man on the floor as she cradled her own baby tighter to her chest.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Aug 3, 2012 2:09:42 GMT 1
"Perfectly safe." Claude replied as Morphia accepted the baby from his arms. It was hard to imagine that woman doting over a baby was the same Morphia that showed absolutely no maternal guidance towards young strippers that were having a problem of some sort, in fact she almost seemed to enjoy putting them down.
Claude vanished into the kitchen for a moment and returned with a roll of kitchen sheets as he wiped some of the blood away. When Morphia asked who was he, Claude just gave a little chuckle. "He's the baby, who you never named by the way." he wiped some more bloody grime from his face. "I was first tipped off when we were fighting in the hospital, he took me down with a move that only Claude uses, obviously I taught him. But I haven't taught it to anyone, so I must not have taught it to him yet. But I don't tolerate competition, so what sort of person would I agree to train? Must have been family, like a son." He was reminded suddenly of when Morphia tried to hire Deadpool and Claude was forced to kick him out of his club by force. "When you grow up bein' an X-man, you know people like Cable and Bishop, time travelers nothing new no? So the theory is in my head. I knew for certain when the report of the hospital came in and confirmed the readings. The boy made a time paradox. He kidnaps himself, raises himself and trains himself and one day goes out to kidnap himself so it happens all over again." with half a dozen bloody kitchen towels in his hands now Claude turned to toss them into a bin, and let everything he had said thus far sink in.
"But time didn't count on Claude LeBeau, the best there is no? Who else could break a time paradox hmm?"
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Post by Morphia on Aug 3, 2012 2:17:26 GMT 1
Morphia stared for a long time at Claude then looked at the dead man on the floor. "You're telling me that bastard on the floor is my son?" She said noting that the baby in her arms started stirring. "And you made me shoot him in the face?"
She strode towards Claude- really actually unable to be angry at him.
If Claude was right- and usually in these situations he just ultimately saved both their child and his own life.
Despite the fact that he was messy, and tad blood stained and sweaty she had never been as turned on by him as she was just then.
Walking towards him she grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss him hard on the lips.
"Thank you for saving him."
Suddenly Morphia realized she'd not prepared to keep a baby, she had no daipers, no formula no bottles- nothing. Not even a name. She was the worst mother ever!
She bounced her baby a little as he murmured in her arms.
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