Hi, this is my first story so please leave me some constructive criticism. All reviews will be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the laptop used to type this on and maybe not even that (Christmas gift!).
Notes: I use italics and such like they're normally used in a book.
Past Discretions
Prologue
Two shadows moved quickly and gracefully across the rooftops before dropping into a dark alley. The alley was cluttered with dumpsters and smelled like two day old roadkill. Both shadows, revealing themselves to be teenagers, wrinkled their noses, but the stench was obviously normal for them.
The larger shadow- a tall and muscular, but thin boy- looked around the alley in disgust before saying, "Are y' sure y' wanna stay in dis dump, chere? Y' know y' can always come back wit' me. De famille loves y'."
The other shadow- a petite girl who was slightly too thin from living on the streets- smiled a rare, genuine smile. "Ah know, Remy," she said, "but Ah lahke havin' no rules, even if livin' conditions are bad."
The boy gave her a concerned glance but didn't push. He knew that she had bad experiences with families, and being free to do her own thing meant everything to her. Honestly, it meant everything to him too, but he couldn't deny that he loved his family and cherished that they had taken him in off the streets. He hoped that one day his best friend and partner in crime would take him up on his offer of a place to stay, instead of living off the streets. For now, though, he would let her live as she wished.
He sighed. "D'accord. But if y' ever need a place t' stay, y' always welcome at de LeBeau Manoir. Comprenez-moi?"
"Je sais. See ya tomorrah, Remy" With that, the girl turned, moved a board from the was of the alley, and stepped into a small alcove, before moving the makeshift door back into place.
Remy shook his head as he heard her empty her pockets of tonight's loot, everything from wallets to bracelets to spare change.
De fille's to stubborn fo' 'er own good, Remy thought as he headed back to his home for the night. One o' dese days, she not gon' be able t' live of o' de stuff we steal. One o' dese days, de cops gon' catch on dat de Shadow T'ieves are mutants, an' what's Rogue gon' do den. At leas' I got a famille to protect me an' not let me starve.