Author: Shadow-The Black Queen PM
Having the world against you gets old sometimes. Have your own self against you gets old even faster. Daddy issues, hundreds of personalities that even she's not sure what she can do. Sometimes...you just need devil's luck.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family - Gambit/Remy L. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 8,588 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 08-01-11 - Published: 04-21-10 - id: 5913773
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The card was cool in my hands, comforting as it slipped between my fingers in a familiar rhythm, in out in out. Absentmindedly I flipped the card over, the brail signaling that the joker was grinning up at me from the card face, I smiled back down. My mind was hundreds of miles to the north, to where my brother was. I sat on my bed, though it felt cold without him in the bed across from me, our room was divided down the middle; not by any definitive line, but by the mental line that had once existed. I wanted to scream, without my brother I was alone in this godforsaken place; if you asked anyone down here they would tell you there are three things to worry about; the ripppers, the thieves and the Diablos'.
Pa was screaming up the hall, he had another job for me, I smiled and put my cards away being careful to put two specific cards at the top should I need help, the joker and the King of Hearts.