Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from X-Men Evolution, and have no money to take anyway. Don't sue. Just read and tell me what you think.
A/N: Italicized means that it's in their head, to themselves. Please let me know what you think. Oh, and one other thing. I'm sorry if I'm murdering his accent, but if you have any suggestions, let me know!
His feet pounded against the pavement as his run jolted into a sprint.
"He's getting away!"
He was on all fours now as he desperately tried to escape the growing number of people chasing him.
"Get the monster!"
The adrenaline in his system made him run faster than normal, but it didn't seem to be enough as the distance between him and the mob continued to be terrifyingly short.
"Don't let him escape alive!"
He came to a fork in the road and without thinking took the path to the right, not checking where each one lead.
His eyes widened as he found that he had trapped himself in a dead end. He tried in vain to climb the wall that trapped him, but it was no use. He was breathing faster and faster as yet another wall formed at the mouth of the alley, this time, it was made not of bricks and cements, but of people who wanted his blood. He automatically backed up as much as he could, trying to put as much distance between him and them as possible.
They were very close now. He could feel the heat coming off their torches; see the venom in their eyes.
Please just leave me alone. I just want to be left alone!
One individual stepped in front of the rest of the crowd, most likely the leader of this manhunt. He was tall and well built, his blond hair shimmered in the light of the torches as he towered over his victim.
"This freak isn't getting away."
The mob let out a loud response, a collection of cheers and cries for blood.
"Vhat do you vant from me?!"
The man faced him, his question actually making the man address him. It seemed he did not wish to converse with something as pitiful as this "freak".
He only glared, his eyes showed no signs of mercy. Eventually he smirked.
"I want you to die. Can you do that for me?"
He was helpless as the man held a bat above his head. The man's malicious grin spread wider as he saw the paralyzing fear in his eyes.
Right as he was about to swing, a voice came from behind.
"Dying? I don't think he can make any promises."
He didn't even have time to turn around before he was pulled through the wall.
She had been lying on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse in a quiet part of the city. It rarely had few visitors during the day and was completely devoid of human life after nightfall. She knew she wouldn't be bothered.
Besides the lack of people, she also liked the place because it had such a great view of the stars. She loved the stars. It was the one thing that didn't change where ever she went, which was good, because she moved around so much she didn't really have a place she could think of as home. Not to say that had always been the case…
As she stared at the stars her mind started to wonder to what home used to be, when she heard someone approaching, fast.
She grabbed her pack and proceeded to quickly crawl to the edge of the roof. She peered over the edge, only to find that it was actually a lot of someones, running down the normally abandoned street.
As she looked out she couldn't help but notice that they were running. All of them. What were they running from?
But then she looked a little further up the road.
Or who are they chasing?
She could make out someone running-no-sprinting,from The Mob. As she looked closer at the boy attempting to flee she saw that he was running on all four of his appendages. Was that a tail wiping out behind his trench coat?
Suddenly it all made sense. She really should have been able to recognize an angry mob by now.
She turned, looking for an escape route. If she crawled down the building's ladder near the back, she could head north, up to the docks and escape along them unnoticed.
Before she left, she looked at The Mob again to make sure that they were still heading south. Then she glanced at the boy with the tail again.
Just leave him. It'll satisfy The Mob long enough to get away and you won't have to worry about them for another week or two.
She knew she was right, but something about the boy with the tail was pulling her back to him.
He was the one stupid enough to get caught out in public. Leave him while there's still time.
Before she could convince herself, she looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but fear and terror.
She recognized that look. She had worn it before, in a situation that was quite similar to his. She sighed.
What's wrong with me?
She got a running start and leaped from one warehouse to the next, continuing until she caught up to the boy with the tail. She saw where he was headed and tried to will him away.
Don't turn right! Don't turn right!
He made a right turn.
Dammit!
He had just got himself stuck in a dead end.
Great. Just great.
She adjusted her path accordingly and suddenly, she was standing directly above him, looking down on his predicament.
You can still back out! No one has seen you yet!
Her logical side had a good point, but now that she was even closer, she could see the absolute panic flowing from his eyes. Oh wow his eyes. They were a brilliant shade of gold, but they looked corrupted by his terror. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than for him to be safe.
She slid halfway down a nearby fire escape and made sure she landed on the building he was backed up against, by the time The Mob was rounding the corner. She took a deep breath and then phased through the ceiling. She landed nimbly on a pile of crates before finding the place on the wall where she would need to be. Her face was all concentration as she pulled nothing more than her torso through the wall.
Her guess was spot on as she came in directly behind him, his frantic tail nearly hitting her in the face. The Mob hadn't seen her and neither had he.
"I want you to die. Can you do that for me?"
She looked up. The man who had said it was now wielding a bat above the teen's head, and she couldn't help but smirk.
"Dying? I don't think he can make any promises."
She phased the boy through the wall with her before the evil man she knew too well could finish his swing.
A/N: What do you guys think? Too much malice? Not enough? Please let me know, I'm seriously winging it here. This is the first non-one-shot I have ever written. I'm hoping to write and upload the next chapter soon. Please review so that this can be better!