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Chap1
I slipped quietly through the thick crowd.
My hands were dipping into different pockets in a very quick pace while I apologized as I bumped into my victims of theft.
During the quick stealing spree I had only gotten a handful of coins, an old pocket watch and a box of cheap cigarettes.
Lynette wouldn't be happy about this. I had to get something of more value…
I looked around in the crowd and noticed a man and his friends walking out of a fancy diner.
There were one bald man in a wheelchair and a larger man with black sideburns and a weird hair do.
Next to him was another man, he had a long brown trench coat and sun glasses, he had his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, the way only people did when they had something valuable in their pockets.
As I continued looking at them, I noticed that the man with the sideburns had clothes made of fine fabric and the man in the wheelchair had a tailored suit, and his pockets were bulging with money.
That meant that he had to be rich. And rich people only hung out with other rich people. So all of them had to be rich…
Perfect. I thought and followed the crowd towards them.
I pulled my hat over my eyes and hair and made my walk seem a little wobbly, as if I was drunk, so nobody would suspect me bumping into them.
I aimed for the man with the trench coat and his hands in his pockets.
As I waited he drew his hands out of his pockets to adjust his glasses, and I sprung into action, bumping into him and letting my hand slip into his left pocket, searching quickly until I found something that felt interesting.
"I'm sorry, sir, didn't see ya' there." I mumbled and walked on, still wobbling, to keep my appearance up.
When only a few steps away from them I heard a deep baritone shout "Oi!" I looked back and saw that the man in the trench coat was running after me.
Damn. Busted
I quickly stopped wobbling through the crowd and started to run, darting between the crowds.
I was followed by surprised 'oomph's as the man –who was much larger than me, thus unable to dart between the bodies, like I could- pushed people out of the way as he pursued me.
I ducked under bridges and pushed stands of food over so the man would be occupied.
While I was running I noticed that whatever I had stolen from the man, I was holding in my fist, so tightly that the edges of what I was clutching in my fist had punctured my hand and made tiny droplets of blood fall from the small wounds.
I darted into a dead end and looked at the deck of cards in my hand.
What the hell? I thought did I go through this for a bunch of rotten cards?!
As I was fuming over my situation I didn't notice that the man had followed me inside of the dead end.
"Why don't you give Gambit that deck back, mon ami?" he said as he walked closer to me.
"You ran after me…for this?!" I asked angrily and waved the deck around.
In my frustration about stealing another useless thing to bring to the other thieves the deck of cards started to shrivel in my hand, the paint flaking in the edges.
Oh, if Lynette finds out I'm dead! I can't go back with this! This was my last chance!
I thought desperately as I looked around the alley, looking for an escape so I could run away from the man and try to steal something of real value before going back to Lynette and the other thieves.
"Dat was Gambit's last deck, boy. Can Gambit 'ave it back?" he asked as he came closer to me.
I nearly laughed at his mistake, the mistake so many others before him had made. I wasn't a boy! My hair that usually fell to my mid back in black and blue curls was tucked inside of the ratty cap I was wearing. And my long lashed completely black eyes-even over the area that's supposed to be white- were hidden under said cap.
I had taken to the habit of wrapping my chest in long pieces of cloth, so nobody could see my breasts.
And my voice had always been husky, so I only needed to make my voice one pitch darker.
The reason for my attire was that in my line of business it was easier to be a boy.
And my enemies looked for a girl, not a boy. So I could do what I needed without having to look behind my shoulder after people who wanted me dead.
"You chased me for a deck of fucking cards!" I started to pace "CARDS!"
"Oh, Lynette is gonna' kill me, oh shit…" I was growing into hysterics as I thought about my situation.
Lynette was the 'Queen' of thieves and assassins of New York.
She had taken me in after an incident that caused me to run away from home.
I had thought that she would be the mother I never had. That she would take care of me and love me. I was wrong.
She named me the successor to the throne, and then quickly trained me to be a master assassin and thief then gave me to the other servants and sent me to thieve with them.
I had thought that I was going to be an assassin considering my mutation, but I guessed that her reputation would be harmed if she used a mere mutant for an assassin, when she had full fledged assassins with years of knowledge.
Lynette didn't beat me like my 'real' parents whom I had ran away from, but she was no less strict about my behaviour and if I came back to the 'pack' without anything valuable I would be without food for days. And if I continued with my failing she would throw me out, successor or not.
"Who dis' Lynette be?" the man who called himself Gambit said.
I paused as I thought about his name.
"You…You said you're name's Gambit?" I asked, my voice was trembling and had lost its dark pitch.
"Oui, Ya' 'eard of me?" he said in a cocky drawl.
"Gambit…Remy LeBeu…Oh, shit…" I mumbled.
Lynette had a famous crush for the prince of thieves, it was rumoured that she was the baby sister of Remy's ex fiancé Belladonna. Nobody knew why she moved to New York instead of staying in New Orleans with the other assassins.
When she heard about them breaking up, she had thrown a huge party for every thief and assassin.
He nodded his head as he heard me speak his name.
"What's your name, mon ami?" he asked while creeping closer to me.
I cleared my throat and thought about witch name I would give him.
"Reaper"
I looked up at his face and let him see my inky eyes.
He arched his eyebrow then asked "You' a mutant?"
I nodded, then threw the half charred deck at him, witch he caught with ease.
"See ya around." I said and then did my 'vanishing' act.
I turned into shadows and crept away from him, following the shadows until I was back with the pack.
I sighed as I looked at the stone building.
I rubbed my growling stomach as I thought about the fact that I had another week without food to look forward to.
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