Tears of a murderer for hire.

The assassin pulled up a cigarette for out of his coat within his pocket.His thoughts ran around in a circle as he thought about his wife,she was now good as dead since she lost her memories about her and him together.It hurt and his heart held a great wound like if it had been stabbed with a sword filled with rust.Gambit lead over on a tombstone which held a name much like his wife."Belladonna."is said as the red and black demon eyes stared at it.The thief turned his head away and placed his cigarette in his mouth,he never need a lighter since he used his powers to light the end where the smoke would burn.Heartache was the worst wound that anyone could ever had and some would die from it but Remy wasn't one of those.

Shiloh was busy gliding about the area when he stumbled upon the graveyard. He never liked it much there. It made him sad to see his parents graves but it always left a shiver down his spine. As he glided on by he noticed another male there. He raised his eyebrow lightly and got a little closer, they said curiosity killed the telepath but Shiloh wasn't one to listen to wives tales.

As Gambit blew smoke out of his mouth like a dragon hissing fire,he suddenly heard a sound of movement which made his eyes jet towards his side.He flicked his cigarette out of his fingers and looked at a figure looking at him.The assassin didn't like people around him ,but it was nice to see some in a awhile since he was being hunted down.Remy held his staff close towards his body just in case if a fight was going to break out."Bonjour mon ami."he greeted in a heavy Cajun accent as the wind began to pick up his coat.

Shiloh saw the person was rather personable, french to boot. He nodded his head and one of his usual grins exploded off of his face. "'Ello there!" Shiloh chirped with a wave as he sat a few feet in the air. "Its a pleasure to meet you, perhaps not the optional place to meet but still a pleasure all the same. The name's Shiloh, Shiloh Shadowthief to be exact. What's you're name?" he asked. His french wasn't all to great, he preferred other languages such as Spanish and Latin so he prayed the male knew his native tongue of English.

The assassin watched the young male float in the air,it didn't surprise him since he had seen other do the same."Gambit."he said alone,he wasn't to happy to give away his real name.Still cautions about the new face ,Remy stayed where he was and reached inside his pocket for a card in case of anything that might happen."Dis still a nice place,"he said,"cause everyone ain't alive to hurt you."It was the sad truth but still true,the grave yard was the safest place unless zombies were to come up from the ground.

Shiloh smiled and chuckled at what Gambit had said. "Very true Mista Gambit!" he commented and suddenly he lifted his hand up to bring up a giant clod of dirt. He closed his naked hand around the dirt and when he opened it again, it had become a small abundance of flowers. Shiloh smiled brightly and lifted the flowers up with his mind and placed them in front of two gravestones that were next to each other. Both gravestones carried the last name of Shadowthief carved into the stone and the boy smiled a bit still. "I like the tranquility. I come here to talk to my parents and tell them all about whats happening on this island. It's kind of goofy I know but it's a simple therapy" he told Gambit lightly and shrugged a bit.

The Cajun wonder why a random stranger would come to tell him such things,he slowly walked over towards the young man and kept a safe distance.Losing someone wasn't a good feeling ,and it stuck like glue onto the person until they met again in the after life."Ya ain't seem to be part of the guild."he said as he looked at Shadowthief.It was nice to see a face even thought if they were or weren't trying to kill him.

Shiloh raised an eyebrow at the male. A guild? What was he talking about. His mid raced a bit if something came to mind, his tendency to over analyze things was a detriment here. "The guild? Whatever do you mean?" he asked curious,

The assassin got closer as he slid his hand into his pocket and played around with his deck of cards."You don't seem to know much about them."he said with a small tilled of his head.Still playing safe,the Cajun, pulled out a card as it was time for him to get out the grave yard.He felt like he was being watched from a far and knew it had been his guild."We better be gettin' out of here."he said and moved pass Shiloh.He didn't like how the yard was feeling,and he didn't want others around him to die.

Shiloh nodded a bit. The man was a bit strange but he seemed nice enough, if the male was going to attac Shiloh would have sensed it, although he still kept an eye on the male's playing cards, can't be too safe. "Alright sounds good. Where do you want to go?" he asked.

Before anything could be said a knife shot out aim at the Cajun,he doge and barely missed it.He felt the blade pass by his cheek and cut him a bit.He shot his head over towards where the blade had came from and glared,he wasn't just going to take that lightly."Show yo face thief!"he yelled and then charged up a card and tossed.The card flew just like the knife and exploded.

Shiloh suddenly felt an unwanted presence and he automatically produced a large chunk of earth out of the graveyard. With his mind he made it into a ball and brought it near the boy. He placed his hand upon it and the earth hardened and separated into smaller balls and solid. The balls could break bones on impac t. "Where is he" the boy whispered lightly