"Sugah," Rogue, the brave soul in the room asked, "what are ya talking about?"

Joseph turned to her and pointed to the Cajun who was trying desperately to blend in with the shadows at the moment . Joseph answered, "Maybe Gambit should tell us what horrible deed he has done."

All eyes turned to Gambit but he gave no answer other than lowering his head. Never before had the X-Men known Gambit to tell them anything and history repeated itself. He remained perfectly silent. Yet remaining silent seemed only to incriminate him further. Even though the X-Men hadn't the slightest idea what the charge was against him, his silence was making him seem more and more guilty of it.

"Gambit," Joseph started, pausing to let the X-Men give their attention to him, "are you ashamed of the ghastly act you have committed? Knowing what you did...I'm amazed you can live with yourself."

"Joe-neto I'm amazed dat you can say any'din about 'ghastly acts'! It seems a little hypocritical to me," Remy yelled back.

The tension in the room built upon every word that came forth and in an attempt to calm the situation Bobby joked, "Come on...how bad could it be? It's not like he grouped together the Marauders or something!"

Remy's expression said it all. True horror was written on his face and terror was in his every thought. This couldn't be happening! Dis all a bad dream! Yeah...Bobby didn' say dat...no one knows...I'll wake up in my room... But as the seconds passed, it became more obvious to him that this was a nightmare he wasn't ever going to wake up from.

A drop of sweat beaded down Remy's forehead unnoticed. His heart pounded in his chest as if a pack of wolves or a pride of lions or both had been chasing him. He gasped for air as if he had just nearly drowned in a ocean or a river.

But in reality he had just nearly drowned, but not in water but in fear. Fear that he would have to give up all that he cared about and believed in because of some stupid thing he did when he was younger. A thing that he regretted with his whole heart and soul.

Wolverine looked up at Gambit a few moments after Bobby had made the joke. For something that was supposed to be considered funny, even though it was in bad taste, it sure spooked him. Why would a joke about the Marauders spook Gambit? He hadn't had anything to do with them. Unless.... It clicked in Wolverine's mind and he had to know, "Did you, gumbo?"

"Did wat?" Gambit's voice was jumpy and nervous. It didn't look good for him.

"Did you create the Marauders?" Wolverine asked noticing the horror in the Cajun's eyes as he spoke.

He didn't receive an answer. The only thing Gambit did was lowered his head again. It was almost as good as if he had actually said yes.

The room went silent, it seemed that even the lights stopped humming because of the shock. They knew that his silence meant he was guilty.

"You created the Marauders?" Angel screamed as he pulled at his own hair, "You cost me my wings? You did that to me?"

"I'm sorry Angel, didn' know wat was happenin' 'til it was to late to stop it."

"Sure, you didn't know Gambit," Joseph hissed as he stepped foward, "You just assembled a group of killers, lead them through the tunnels, opened the door, and allowed them to slay the Morlocks! Sure, you didn't know! Of course not."

"It wasn' like dat!" The sandwich Gambit had eaten only a few minutes before was starting to make him feel sick. His stomach turned and turned again with the memory of the massacre.

Storm couldn't believe what she was hearing. Remy, one of her closest friends had been involved in the massacre of the Morlocks. He had helped in the murder of the people she was suppose to lead and protect at the time. Storm had taken their deaths hard and blamed herself for not protecting them better, they were her responsibility. She remembered herself thinking that everyone involved with the massacre should suffer a horrible death. But what about Remy? Did he deserve such a death? He was her friend for a long time, saved her from certain doom, and took care of her when she was a child, did he deserve the same fate as Sabretooth?

She quietly walked over to him and the overwhelming thought among the X-Men was this would soon become a Jerry Springer episode. Storm looked into Remy's red eyes and saw the remorse and guilt he felt. "Why did you do this Remy? Do not lie, do not leave anything out, just tell me why you would participate in such a terrible thing."

"Stormy..." he began in a melancholy tone, "I didn' had nothin' to lose. Just left Nawlin' and basically left everyone I ever cared about. Didn' 'dink my life could get much worse...I was wrong. Met up wid Sinister, told me to group up some mean and ugly people, so I did. He told me to lead dem into a tunnel, didn' know wat would happen..."

Storm couldn't believe this, she couldn't believe he had done this, but yet deep down she didn't hate him for it. He was just a kid, how could he have known the horror that would occur?

As Storm walked away and sat down Rogue started to question him. Seeing Rogue only made this hurt more for poor Gambit. With this known, how could she ever love him?

"Sugah, didn't rounding of a much of mercenaries sound just a tad bit strange to ya?"

He in the softest of voices replied, "Roguie, why would roundin' up a much of mercenaries sound strange when at de time I had just been married to one?"

Rogue was confused yet somehow what he said had made a little sense. She was completely revolted at the thought of what he did yet sort of felt sorry for him.

Joseph on the other hand, was completely disgusted with Gambit. He pointed an accusing finger at him and said, "He admits he's guilty to organizing the mobile killing squad know as the Marauders! He admits he's guilty of leading them to a gathering of innocent, unarmed,..... civilians! He admits he's guilty to allowing them entrance and standing by as a witness to a holocaust! He admits to being guilty of the slaughtering of his own kind..."

"It not like I just stood by and didn' try to stop dem!", Gambit tried to defend himself from such a verbal attack, "When I found out wat was goin' on I tried to stop de killin'! I couldn' stop everythin' but I tried to help as many as I could! I grabbed dis one little girl and got her out...I tried to help more but Creed nearly killed me..."

"What did you truly believe a group of homicidal maniacs were going to do? Have a picnic? Play catch?" Joseph asked. There was a fire growing inside of Joseph he spoke, "They were there to butcher people that had done nothing to deserve it. Do not try to talk your way out of this LeBeau! Because of you a countless sum have paid with their lives for nothing. Because of you a peaceful community was obliterated that day! Because of you a group of people were eradicated like diseased livestock. On that very day you just didn't bring the Marauders, you brought forth genocide!"

"I wonder..." Wolverine said under his breath, stroking his chin,"who does that sounds like?"

Remy looked around at his fellow X-Men. Some were appalled with him already and he believed, others would soon follow lead. "Are you done?" he nearly whimpered, trying desperately to stay strong.

Joseph nodded, only adding, "Unless you have more to confess."

The room was engulfed with horror, shock, and confusion. Many couldn't believe what they had heard. Many completely denied it was even said. Gambit had confessed to the unthinkable...and no one stopped him as he headed to the door.