Authors Note: Again I don't own any of these Marvel characters. Thank you BJ2 for your kind words for my first fan fic!

Chapter 2

"I can't believe it. First Remy nearly killed stealin' these parts from dat stupid yard de jonque. Now it got da nerve ta be rainin'. Remy gotta get out of dis."

Dragging his bag of junkyard goodies, Remy went in search of shelter. He couldn't go home to his rinky dink apartment and overbearing landlady, she'd surely be suspicious of the giant bag dragging behind him. He didn't want to go to his regular hangout at 'Logans', all of the traditional customers of thieves, hustlers, gangsters, goons, and low lives would love to snatch up his petty findings. But he couldn't stay outside getting soaked; all of his parts would inevitably rust.

Rusty parts meant no money, and Remy refused to let a second day pass him with an empty stomach. Remy figured his best bet was to wait in the alley until the rain stopped. 'Who knows,' he thought to himself, 'maybe I can finally get some sleep.'

Trying to fool himself that he wasn't as tired as he actually was, his body began to give out on him. Dropping the heavy bag, Remy's body slid against the cracked brick wall until he finally collapsed into a silent slumber.

Clank! The sound of hefty metal hitting the pavement startled Ororo. Her bright blue eyes popped open with fear and panic. 'Have they found me? What are they going to do to me?' she thought anticipating the worse. Ororo waited for two minutes, then five, then ten. After fifteen minutes passed, Ororo began to get less frightened and more curious.

Common sense and street sense told her that if the perpetrators didn't get her now, then chances were they weren't going to anytime soon. Finding the courage to peek her head out of the cardboard box, Ororo looked cautiously around from left to right. Just as she thought she was paranoid and had imagined the noise completely, something and someone caught her eye. A male slumped over with a bag full of shiny objects was fast asleep in the alley. At least she hoped he was asleep.

Being that he was two feet away, Ororo could read the man fairly well. 'Is he homeless,' she thought. Looking at neat auburn hair, fairly decent clothing, and a handsome face; she concluded that he wasn't a bum at all. But why was he passed out on the streets? More importantly…what was that shiny stuff in his bag?

Ororo's thievery nature suddenly emerged. She decided to take a look, and if it were worthwhile, well…

Ororo cautiously climbed out of the cardboard box. Grabbing a broken pole that was nearby she decided to poke the slumbering man with it. After all, if he woke up to attack her, she would also have a weapon. Carefully approaching the man, Ororo poked the man gently in the chest.

Nothing. Then she poked him a little harder. Still no movement, but he did manage to whisper a little "oomph" as the pole pushed him in his chest. Grateful that he wasn't dead, but still apprehensive, she dropped the pole and made her way to the bag. "Jackpot," she whispered silently to herself. This "junk" could be sold for scraps and she would be set for days.

Concluding that she would take the car parts, she washed away her guilty feelings by reassuring herself that she would only take half. After all, she could tell these parts were stolen with the tell-tale sign of "Joes Auto Parts" stamped into auto parts. "Fair is fair. You stole from someone else, so I'll steal from you," she said silently. Turning to grab a blanket from her abode she returned to grab what she could. Just as she reached her hand in the bag, a hand grabbed hers at lightning speed.

Startled, Ororo tried to pull back but the John Doe was much stronger than he looked.

"Y'see chere, at least Remy a good t'ief dat actu'ly works for his. Not some lil' brat dat takes my leftovers."

Being caught didn't scare Ororo, she knew her youth and innocence could get her out of anything. It was his eyes…those burning red and black eyes. It was like the devil himself had grabbed her and condemned her to hell. Of course she was frightened, but she was also strangely intrigued.

"Let—let me go," she stammered.

"Why should I?"

"Let me GO!" she screamed

KA-BOOM! Remy snatched his arm back just in time before a huge silvery-white lightning bolt crashed right beside him. Remy noticed the girl scamper, crawling backwards to run away. Looking at the ground where the lightning bolt had hit, and back up he noticed that the girl was gone. He was sure that her eyes went from the deepest blue, to milky white at the exact same time the lightning bolt hit the earth.

"A mutant," he said in awe. "Just like me." He hadn't seen a mutant in what seemed like forever because they were just that—mutants. Mutated individuals born in a world of intolerance. 'Wow, she pretty powerful too. Almos' blew my hand off,' he thought to himself.

"An' she a damn good t'ief too," he observed admirably. Looking to his left side, he noticed that although they had the altercation, she still made away with a good portion of his loot.

"Creed must be right, Remy slackin'. A pre-teen made way wit my findings." However, Remy knew he needed to find her. He had a number of questions to ask her, and this time she wouldn't get away as easily as before.


Ending Note: yard de joure- junk yard. If words are in italics, more than likely they are in French and will be translated at the bottom of the page.