Things you didn't know about Alex Summers: I'm not necessarily, a druggie. No I just enjoy a casual smoke. I've never tried anything stronger than pot. OK maybe I have tried other stuff but never made a habit out of it. I just smoke when I'm stressed… And let me tell you I'm stressed out now.

Chapter 5:

God it's fucking cold out!

Walking the busy streets of New York City at night is nothing like a warm relaxing midnight walk on the beach. This is far from relaxing. I've almost gotten hit by a car, twice, same car, because I keep spacing off. And I'm only a little high now. Yeah, I've been smoking. Why else would I be in the bad areas of NYC in the freezing cold in the middle of the night? I'm stressed out as hell, can you blame me? And I'm stressing out at the fact I'm stressed out about something I shouldn't be stressed out, wait does that even make sense? Maybe I'm higher than I think.

Truth, I'm stressed because Kitty won't say a single word to me. I shouldn't care about what she thinks about me? Dammit I promised myself I wouldn't care about anyone here!

But I do care about her a… Did someone just steal my wallet?!

I turn around to see a dark figure running into the alley, I take off running after it but it's much faster.

Thank god a dead end.

The figure turns around and the only thing visible are his red eyes. Is he some kinda demon or something? Who am I to talk? I can shoot plasma blasts out of my hands and I just almost killed a guy. Though he deserved it. The red eyed thing throws something on the ground. A playing card I think? Oh shit it's glowing.

BANG!

It explodes and sends me flying back out of the alley. OWE! I hit the ground hard on my back. I'm not one for giving up after a hit. I jump back up and run back into the alley but the red eyed playing card exploding dude is gone.

Fuck!

Now I don't have any money to take a cab back to the mansion. Damn that means I have to walk.

Finally, I'm back at the mansion. I'm tired, sore, dirty and not to mention walletless. Ok just gotta enter the security code.

Shit, what's the security code! I could hop the gate, but that will end up with the defense system going off and that would ruin my subtle, unknown entrance. Oh yeah I remember it now! I just punch in the code and viola, the gate swings open.

I sneak into the mansion, thank god everyone is sleeping. Just up the stairs and into my room.

Yes! Mission accomplished! I should be a secret agent or something. I change out of my dirty clothes when the door flies open.

"What were you doing out so late?" I don't even have to turn around to look to know its Rogue, "And why does it smell like straight up marijuana in here."

"How do you know what it smells like?" I ask. I realize I'm just in my boxers and quickly slip on some shorts.

"Because I lived with the Brotherhood for a while," She says, I don't buy it I still think she's a former pot head. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The Brotherhood. The group that dude I fucked up is in."

"Yeah," She laughs, "Good job on that by the way. The guy had it coming," Finally someone agrees with me!

"I wish the others thought the same thing," I say.

"Oh you mean Kitty," Was there a hint of jealousy in her voice?

"Yeah, I don't know what her problem is," That still really confuses me.

"The problem is you put her boyfriend in the hospital," Ouch smart ass remark.

"Her boyfriend that hit her!" I raise my voice a little.

"I'll talk to her about it," With that she leaves.

"That's one cute femme, mon ami," A voice from behind me says.

"Who the fu—" I turn to see some dude sitting on my window seal but then I notice the red glowing eyes. "YOU!" He throws something at me, my wallet. I pick it up and everything seems to be inside. "What kinda thief are you?"

"Is the femme yours?" He ignores my question.

"Who Rogue? No." What the hell is going on?

"So what it is this mon ami? Some kinda boarding school?" He hops into the room and looks around my room.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Je m'appelle Remy Lebeau. But it's Gambit to you. Rumor on the streets this is a mutant school," He says, "C'est vrai?"

He's a mutant so I guess I can tell him the truth, I nod.

"So how does Gambit enroll?"