A/N: I don't own X Men Evolution
"Charli?" He whispered, his brows coming together. After several moments of struggle, he looked into her eyes and there was no doubting it- that vibrant navy, like a bottomless moonlit ocean; and now even her fighting style seemed familiar. How could he not recognize her?
She opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut as footsteps thudded down the dark alley. In his moment of shock, she pushed him off and took off in an agile sprint.
Logan, Rogue, and Kitty stopped at the fallen team member's side. "No catching her now," Logan muttered in an angry snarl.
"Like, what the heck happened Gambit?" Kitty sighed, slightly out of breath. "You like, totally had her."
"Yeah," Rogue folded her arms over her chest. "How'd you let that one slip Swamp-Rat?" Her face soured at the loss.
"You're not going to believe dis," he rubbed the back of his neck. "But I think I know her,"
Earlier
"Why are we chasing after this girl anyway?" Rogue rolled her emerald green eyes. Not that she wasn't all about their little "family", but as far as she was concerned, she already had plenty of "family" to drive her insane already; why did they need another wacked out mutant to rampage through the X mansion? Wasn't making Pyro an addition enough?
"Worried there won't be any attention left for you Cherie?" Gambit smirked.
"Please Swamp-Rat- maybe Ah just have better things to do with mah time then chasing after raging lunatic vigilantes to invite them to live in mah home."
"Gambit don't mind if da femme is a little crazy," he winked with a devilish glint in his eye. Rogue scoffed, disgusted by the arrogant display.
"She sounds kind of…intense" Kitty adjusted her seatbelt, trying to change the subject before she had to endure more Rogue/Gambit battling. "The way the prof described her, it sounds like she's a female version of Logan," it amazed her how they made such casual conversation as they thundered off in pursuit of some almost bad guy in the X Van (it also amazed her how they could just throw an "X" in front of any word- even a word as lame as van- and suddenly it would be all super-hero –ish)
"At least I'm on your side Half Pint," Logan grunted as he tore through traffic. "This girl don't want nothing to do with us."
"So she's like, how dangerous on a scale of one through ten?" Kitty bit her lower lip.
"You don't want to know." Logan rumbled.
They screeched to a stop.
Go time.
A petite female, about five foot two, approximately seventeen years old in a purple masquerade style mask and skin tight black boots, pants, and jacket exchanged shady whispers in a dark alley way, pushing a shady gentleman toward a decaying brick wall. Her ear turned up and she took a long breath through her nose. Company.
"Perhaps we should reschedule." She said, eyes narrow, giving the man a quick shove and running for open street. She could handle them- only four sets of steps- but now was not the time, not if they had the one they called the Wolverine with them.
She was fast- but not fast enough. One was gaining- his stride long and his steps quick; she would have to catch him off guard.
She jumped up a fire escape, clanking up the rickety metal steps, wrenching the latter up after her.
But he was quick, agile, adapting easily to her little curve.
No matter, she dashed over the gravelly roof top, his figure emerging in her peripheral vision, there's no way he'll be able to follow where I'm going.
Ignoring the pain that would result, without any hesitation, she ran over the edge.
He stopped for a moment, catching his momentum with his hands on the grey cement ledge.
She stood, her entire body vibrating with the repercussions of the action. She grimaced, rolled her shoulders, and paused for the damages to heal themselves.
But he surprised her.
Taking a running start, he jumped down, bouncing between the blackened fire escapes safely to the floor.
Her eyes narrowed- her only option was physical confrontation. If she didn't know better, she would say the style was similar to one she already knew. But it was impossible. Knowing to neither rush, nor relax, she strode easily forward.
"Come on now," he started to say- until she threw her fist toward his face. He deflected it, holding her wrist. "Can't we just talk about dis?"
Cajun, she glared at him as she identified the accent, a familiar tone from her childhood. She slid her ankle under his legs, knocking him to the floor, but he dragged her down with him. She dug a knee into his chest, right where his rib cage bonded together. She looked directly into his eyes.
Bright crimson on jet black.
Her lips parted and her breath caught. It couldn't be…
In her millisecond of surprise, he took her off balance and pinned her to the floor. He scanned what seemed to be a pretty face- pearl white skin, platinum blond hair, and…
Navy blue eyes. He knew those eyes- how could he forget?
"Charli?"
Present
She sensed that they had stopped following her. She stopped running, unusually out of breathe- and not from the physical exertion. Her heart hammered in her chest- her pulse hadn't gone this high since before her training. She tore off the royal purple mask and unzipped the skin tight leather jacket to reveal a plain eggplant tank- she looked like any normal teenage girl strolling down the street. The heel of her black boot clicked down the empty side walk.
Him? Had she not been endowed with heightened agility, she might have stumbled. Of all the people to join up with the: him? She scolded herself- her training had taught her to never be caught off guard, never show emotion; next time she would most certainly not be playing the role of the surprised idiot.
Next time she would be ready.
A/N: Dun Dun Dun! This is my first oc story so please be nice! Within the next few chapters I will probably make an official bio for my beloved original character- just to make sure things are clear=) thanks for reading! (*note* this story will be more serious than my usual pieces)
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