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Summary: When one of the X-men rescues a girl off the streets, she proves to be more complex and unreachable than any of the others. She also has a past that haunts…literally.
It was night, and she was running. The well-worn grey streets were inky black, and at 11:00pm in New York City, she has reason to pound them. She was a lone girl, quite pretty, on the wrong side of town surrounded by drunken hobos and perverts. She was also a mutant.
She turned into an alleyway, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. The men had been following her from the moment she left the rowdy club. A group of 5 or 6, maybe, and were all pretty much wasted. She could hear them coming closer. Cursing herself for her stupidity of choosing an alleyway of all places to hide in, she quickly scanned the dark alleyway. A barbed wire fence looked to be her only way out as the men stumbled down the street.
"C'mere, pretty girl, we ain't gonna hurt you," one of them slurred. They had just turned the corner into the alleyway, and were slowly advancing on to her.
"Jonsie, I get this one first," a guy with stubble who reeked of whiskey said.
"You got the last one, though!"
"Yeah, but she was barely pleasurable, she kept screamin and flailin like." The men guffawed.
Stubble Man walked slowly forward, his eyes alight with desire and greed. The girl instantly flipped out 2 long, sharp, bluish knives from, apparently, thin air. She glared at them in a satisfactory sort of way as they choked on their cigarettes and beer bottles.
"Yo', man, this broad's a mutie!" one of them yelled. The girl waited for them to stumble away. They always did, once she pulled out her mutation.
"All the more reason to make her suffer," Stubble Man growled. He lunged. The girl slashed his cheek with her knife in her left hand and jumped back a few steps into a garbage can. The men whistled and laughed, one of them said "I always love the feisty ones."
The man looked black with rage as he touched his fresh cut. He pulled out a revolver. The girl froze. She was definitely not expecting this.
"Make a move and you die," he growled, close to her ear. He unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her pale breasts. He lay slobbery kisses down on her neck, and face. She closed her eyes, thinking fast. If she could just get to that barbed-wire fence, she could easily slash it through with her knives. But how to get Stubble Man off of her, she had no idea…
Stubble Man forced her up against the graffiti-splattered wall. Breathing hard, he pinned her arms and held the gun up right under her chin while trying to get his dirty jean button undone.
The girl could only feel blind panic as she struggled and fought against his strong hold.
"Get off of me!" she shrieked, over and over, but the man just laughed cruelly.
"Mutant girlies such as you should be taught a lesson."
A masculine-looking hand suddenly encircled Stubble Man's neck. Shocked, she saw that 3 thin silver knives had sprung out of his knuckles. He choked, eyes growing wide. The girl used his distraction to hurriedly button up her shirt.
"Now, that's no way to treat a lady." A deep gravelly voice growled. "I should slit your pathetic body into pieces, but I've got better things to do. Get outta here, or you'll know pain." Stubble Man tripped in his haste to get out of the alleyway. He and his pack scrambled away.
"You okay, kid?" asked the voice. Looking up, the girl saw that he looked very much feral (A/N: okay, if you haven't figured out who that is by now, then you're daft)
"Fine" the girl muttered. She made to exit the alleyway, but the man stopped her.
"Wait, what's your name?" he asked, questioningly. The girl looked at him warily. He was obviously a mutant, she wasn't stupid, but she had learned long ago that you can never trust anyone.
"I ain't gonna hurt you. I think I can help you, actually. I know this guy, Chuck, who runs a school for mutants. He'd be more than happy to take you in."
Still looking at him cautiously, she quickly took the card he offered and stuffed it into her pant pocket. She vowed she would never use it. She had never taken help before, and she wasn't going to start now.
"Thanks, but I'm not really interested," she said hurriedly.
"Alright," the man said, looking and sounding as if he had gotten this reply before and been proved wrong, "But the door is always open, when things get to be too much."
"Thanks," the girl said, brushing by him and jogging into the street. She wandered home, 3 blocks later, into a slummy-looking brick house. Closing the door quietly behind her, she almost tripped over her mother, who was lying passed out on the ground.
The girl heaved her mother up from under the arms and dragged her to the moth-eaten couch. Tucking a well-worn quilt around her mother, the girl's gaze skimmed over her mother's drooling mouth, and snoring wheezes. She had been through this before, many times. Sighing, she dragged her worn, skinny body up to her bedroom. Pausing before she collapsed in the bed, the girl looked in the mirror. Her long jet-black hair softly curled around her head and shoulders, framing her thin face. One of her eyes was black, rimmed with an electric blue-white. The other was a dark green, almost blackish color. They both, however, were hard and determined, seeing things that begged not to be. She was naturally slender, but with the type of meals she had been getting all her life, she looked to the point of sickness. Glaring at her own self in the mirror for a second more, she walked towards the bed and tumbled down into a unsteady sleep, unknowing that her hand had curled around the card the mysterious rescuer had given her.
A/N: Okay, me promises that I will give out her name next chapter. A lot more drama/action will happen, and we'll meet the X-men later on. PLEASEEEE R/R, it will fuel me to the finish! (but be nice, tis my first fanfic!)