Sumarry: X-men chase after a redheaded mutant throughout Paris...hehehe
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Chapter 1Paris
It had only been a month since Cerebro had picked up signs of a mutant in Paris and Professor Charles Xavier had sent his team to try and find him. The X-men led by Cyclops were dead tired after chasing for most of the day the crafty redhead through alleys, abandoned buildings and rooftops. The boy had managed to yet again escape being cornered by the group that chased him. If they'd get too close he'd throw little explosive objects at them, to try and slow them down.
"Why the hell won't these assholes leave me alone?" he muttered to himself, taking a short break behind a few crates in an alley. Sensing their approach he jumped down from his perch on one of the crates and climbed up a wall then up a fire escape and disappeared within an open window of an abandoned building.
"This ain't workin Cyke, where scaring the shit out of this kid chasing him like this." Logan growled.
"How the hell does he keep disappearing like that?" Bobby huffed.
"Don't know maybe its part of his power." Scott answered.
Logan eyed Cyclops and the rest of the team, they were all covered in dirt and sweat, Bobby had tried to freeze the ground so the kid could slip or fall and they could grab him, but didn't notice the garbage lids on the ground, which made him trip and crash land in a garbage bin that was completely full, he nearly threw up from the smell. Logan couldn't help but laugh.
"You find humor in this Logan?" Storm inquired.
Logan only chuckled. "Hehehe, crafty little pup ain't he?"
"This is not funny...I'm tired, hungry, thirsty and I smell like garbage..." Bobby whined, then felt a few drops on his head. "Oh great now to make things worse it's starting to rain."
"Well think of it this way, at least now you'll be able to take a shower." Logan laughed.
"Okay breaks over people, it's starting to get dark he's gotta be as tired as we are, he couldn't have gotten far...let's spread out. Kurt, Kitty and Bobby go left, Jean and I will go right Wolverine you and Storm try the rooftops he seems to always head for those, send word if he's spotted, meet back at the hotel in 2 hours."
Everyone nodded and left to continue their search, except for Logan and Storm.
"Logan, we should really go and..."
"Shhh..." Logan cut her off and sniffed the air. "Take a really slow walk with me...real slow." He whispered, taking out a cigar and lighting it he continued. "The kid's up there, in that abandoned building to your right, he's been listening."
"Very well...Why are we walking away?"
"Cause the kid's scared...I can smell the fear on 'im...he ain't gonna let himself get caught that easily, and I'm sure hearing Cyke's little speech ain't gonna make him think that were not here to hurt him."
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"Don't know 'Ro...Don't usually think that far ahead." He said leaning against a crate and sighed, "So kid the others are gone, think we can have ourselves a talk...were not here to hurt ya...we jus wanna talk that's it."
"Ya tink otherwise the way ya been chasing me round town all fucken day." The boy jumped down the window he was hiding in, but kept his distance for a quick get-a-way.
Logan eyed the redhead from head to toe 'kinda scrawny lookin' he thought, the kid wore tattered black jeans, black boots, and a faded black shirt with a brown trench coat, he looked to be about 17 years old, and extremely tired 'looks like he hadn't slept or eaten anything in a week,' there were dark circles around his eyes but what caught his attention more was the color of his eyes red on black. He smirked "Watch your mouth pup, there's a lady present."
"Watcha want wit me?" he asked irritated.
"I like ya kid, ya got attitude...what's your name?"
The boy looked at them but didn't say a word.
"Ok guess we can start with introductions I'm Logan, and this here's Ororo." hesitantly the boy answered "Gambit..."
"Cute...what's your real name?"
Gambit scowled and looked around. "Look wadda ya want, homme?" Remy muttered, rubbing his eyes. He wanted to get this over with quick. He felt ill and still needed to find a place to sleep and hopefully some food before that.
"Like I said earlier. We want to give you a safe place to stay, a home and schoolin', it's like a safe place for mutants." Logan noticed he kept looking behind him. "Look we don't wanna hurt ya. This just got a little out of hand. I promise nothin' will happen to ya." He continued as he slowly approached the teenager. He heard Gambit's breathing pick up and take a step back. Logan stopped deciding he was close enough but still took a step back just in case.
Gambit went on the defensive and had three cards in his right hand glowing faintly.
"We just wanted to ask ya a few questions and offer ya a place to stay. That's all, no strings attached."
Storm spoke up "Are you all right, you look awfully pale?" she could see the pain in his eyes.
"'m fine." he lied.
All of a sudden Gambit dropped to his knees groaned shutting his eyes tight and grabbed his head.
"Shit!"
Seeing him drop his cards that now glowed bright red, on instinct Logan pushed Storm to the ground, rammed in the boy, then rolled and got on top of the boy to protect him from the blast, it wasn't enough to kill them but left a shit load of burns and bruises.
Storm sat up looking around for the two men within the smoke "LOGAN...are you all right?"
Wolverine looked up "Yeah," he coughed and stood up "Jesus kid, didn't know you could do that much damage with only three cards." After the smoke cleared he spotted Gambit lying on his back "...kid you all right, hey kid wake up," the boy's breathing was heavy and his face was covered in sweat his eyes were open but they didn't focus, Logan knelt down and checked for a pulse it was extremely slow, "Shit 'Ro contact the others the kid's out cold, and he's burning up."