Author's Note: This part will make more sense later on in the story.
For current readers, I'm sorry I've reordered the story. Hope this makes things better and a lot more interesting though. Tell me in the comments if you like about what you think of the new Prologue. Oh and you can pick between the two names for the story too if you like.
Thanks for reading XD
Prologue
There was a high pressured sound, but hardly any noise was heard. The silence that followed swiftly afterwards was deathly quiet as time slowed down. The of that one jump, pounding heart beat made feel Gambit sick.
The impact of his back crashing against the concreate floor seemed like nothing to him. His mind was too discracted with just the one thought. Fear of death.
But as he did hit the floor and the eight stone weight of her feel on top of him, knocking the air out of his lungs, his thoughts shifted. Not sure how long he lay there blankly for as time didn't seem to make sense, Gambit finally looked down to the body lay on top of his, seeing only her wildly messy hair. He felt first the warm sticky substance drip thickly onto his finger tips that were missing their gloved cover. Then felt little trembles from her body that must have been from the shock.
Gambit sat up slowly, wrapping his arms around the girl who had taken the bullet for him mid section, but barely touching her or putting any pressure on her as he was too scared to touch her and hurt her more. As he did sit up and her body came up with his, her limp body started to fall sideways, off of his body. Gambit helped guide her down to the floor, trying gently to put her down and turn her around onto her back. He wished he hadn't.
Her face was all crushed up as she winced silently at the pain. Or maybe she was making a noise and he just couldn't hear her. Nothing seemed to be making any noise around him. That's when he looked up and around after something in his subconsious made him re-aware of the danger around them.
"Your just like 'im." Said the shooter. Gambit looked directly up to the balled man with dark burden bags under his eyes and a frown set so deeply on his face that the wrinkles surronding it made it seem that he was born that way. "You used 'er just like he used you. Just like he used me."
Gambit looked away from the man's hard eyes, not able to keep gaze with them. But the alternative of looking down at her crushed up face with tears staining her face and now verbal gasps leaving her body wasn't much better. "I may have shot 'er Remy, but your de one that made 'er a long time dead. Now," The gun in the shooter's hand's clicked as he readied another bullet. "your turn."
