Disclaimer: Don't own anything 'cept for the plot and any characters you don't recognize.
AN: Hey guys, well this is my first fic and I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed and told me what you thought of it! Sorry the update took so long, I don't really have a lot of time to write, sorry! I'll try harder next time! Just to clear some things up, here are the characters ages:
Alex: 22
Haley: 20
Marie: 19
Elizabeth: 17
John: 22
Remy: 22
Piotr: 22
Alex, Haley, and Elizabeth are all my oc's, and Marie is actually Rogue.
John was shocked as the girl that just burst into the door passed out in his arms. But the shock quickly passed and he jumped into action. He carried the girl into the next room and over to the couch. He laid her down gently, trying not to aggravate any of her injuries.
"Remy!" he shouted to the older man. After all, she had asked for Remy before she passed out. He wondered how she knew Remy. He looked over at the girl lying forlornly on the couch. She was pretty tall, about 5 foot 7. She was slim, with long legs. She had auburn colored hair that fell past her shoulders. When he looked her over, he noticed she looked dirty, bruised, and worn out. He wondered what had happened to her. He reached a hand up to her face and brushed away a piece of auburn hair that had fallen in her face during her slumber. Just then Remy burst into the room. John instantly jumped away from the girl.
"What's wit' all de shoutin'?" He came to a startled stop next to John and John lifted a finger and pointed towards the couch. Then, Remy saw the girl lying there. "Alex, merde." He muttered.
"Alex?" John asked, confused beyond belief. Who the hell was this girl, what happened to her, and how the hell did she know Remy? " 'Ow do ya know this sheila?"
"Well, 'tis kind of a long story…" began the Cajun thief.
"C'mon, spill. Oy've got all day…" John sat on the comfy chair next to the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. "First of all, who is the Sheila?"
"Well…" Remy sighed and sat down on the couch, next to Alex's feet. He ran a hand through his hair and began again. "Da "shelia's" name be Alex. She be one of me oldest amies. We met when we were both thirteen. She had just come upon 'er powers. 'er powers are much like yours, John. Yet, she can also create it." John's eyes lit up as his friend described the girl's powers. Remy remembered the day they first met…
flashback
Remy was at the train station down in New Orleans, waiting for his older brother Henri to arrive. He was wearing his trademark trench coat, and dark sunglasses to cover his demonic eyes. Just then, a young girl ran into him in her haste to leave.
"Ooof!" Remy quickly steadied himself and grabbed the girl's arms, to keep her upright. "Where ya be goin' in such a 'urry, petite?" The auburn-haired girl quickly shoved his hands off of her, "Leaving." She hurriedly brushed past him, shoving him out of her way. Just as Remy gathered himself together after his encounter with the rude girl, a horde of people came running at him. They were shouting.
"Mutant! Mutant! You deserve to die, you mutie!" Remy started to freak out, thinking they had spotted him. He brought a hand up to his face, and found that his sunglasses were still covering his mutant eyes. ' ow would dey know dat I was a mutant?' He prepared to defend himself, when they all just ran past him, not even sparing him a second glance. 'Whew, dat was a close one.' His eyes beheld the wreckage of the recent train to come through. The fire department was busy dousing the fires still burning.
"Mon dieu, une destructive mutant." Remy muttered. Then, it clicked. THE GIRL! That's why she was running; she was the mutant that did this. Remy abruptly turned and ran after the mob, hoping to catch the girl before they did. He took the side streets, hoping to head her off. Eventually he came upon her. He grabbed her, with his right hand over her mouth and his left arm around her waist. She struggled and kicked him, trying to get free, but Remy kept a tight hold. He dragged the other thirteen year old into the alleyway.
"Ssshhhh…petite, ya be okay, Remy's trying to help ya, shhh." he whispered. She looked at him in mistrust, but she stopped struggling. He let go of her. She smacked his shoulder. "Ow! What was dat for?" he rubbed his sore shoulder.
"For grabbin' meh and draggin' meh inta an alley!" she glared at him. He rolled his eyes at her and stuck his tongue out at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She turned back to face him. "Ah saw that! An' how old are ya?"
"J'ai treize ans." She gave him a puzzled look. "Thirteen. Et toi?"
"Ah'm thirteen, too."
"So, ya a mutant?" Remy questioned.
"Maybe, what's it to ya?" she crossed her arms and glared at him. He took off his sunglasses and showed her his red on black mutant eyes. She gasped at the sight and he quickly put them back on. "Yah're a mutant!" She took a step towards him, unafraid of his eyes.
"Yah're not scared of 'em?" He questioned wearily.
"No, why would ah be? Ah…ah'm a mutant too," she confessed, "ah can create and manipulate fire, mah powers just came about yesterday, ah can't control them, so I ran away from home." She looked down, ashamed.
"Where's your home?"
"Mississippi."
"Ahh, so yah're a river rat, eh?" Remy smirked, trying to lighten the mood. She glared at him again, and then smiled.
"Then Ah guess that makes ya a swamp rat."
End flashback
"We became best friends, even though she lived 'n Mississippi and moi 'n Nawlins. She stayed wit' moi fer awhile, then she went back home. She would visit every week end, and we talked on da phone practically everyday. We helped each other wit' our powers, and I also taught her some thieve tricks. But she stopped contacting me about une month ago, I was getting' worried. Now looks like ah had reason ta." Both boys looked down upon the unconscious girl.