Darkness..
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Light..
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Slowly coming to Gambit felt a drop of liquid run down his face. 'Merde where am I' he thought to himself. He was sitting in a flimsy fold up chair, in a dark lit room. The only light was the steady beams slipping through the boarded up windows. His hands and feet were bound behind him roughly and he felt the rope eating into the skin of his wrists with every slight movement causing an ever increasing puddle of blood to form beneath him. He tried to think back to how this happened...
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He remembered going back to Louisiana. Something the professor said that could help him find Rogue, what Xavier said he couldn't quite remember, the throbbing of his wrists not allowing him to concentrate. -
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His head shot up as the door in the corner was kicked open and Victor Creed walked in. "My my Remy" His voice scratchy and harsh "Looks like the Ragin' Cajun is in a spot of trouble". Balling up as much saliva as his dry mouth could muster, Gambit spat at Creed. "Where is she Sabretooth" His last word filled with hate and anger.