Terribly sorry for the super long period between updates, but school just ended a week ago with a bunch of exams, and now I'm in driver's training, so that takes some time. Also, I'm not really good with writing a lot at a time, and I'm not good at writing long chapters. This one's only three pages. I think that's because I hate it when people feel the need to explain every little thing or they reveal much of the plot. Oh well, who knows, who cares?
On another note, you all should check out If I Stay, by Gayle Foreman. It's not very long, but it's excellently written. I read it five times in a week. And if you really love it, you'll write some fanfiction for it, because it's section only has one story, and I would really like to know what others think will happen in Mia's life.
Disclaimer: I own nothin'.
Past Discretions
Chapter Six
Remy stood still, his only movement the shuffling of his cards, and watched the metal Danger Room become downtown New York. The hustle of the crowd pushed around him, urging him to join the current of people. Ads flashed everywhere, cars honked in the rush hour traffic jam, and the many students that had spread around him in the room where absorbed into the scenery.
Remembering his task, Remy looked around, trying to spot some marker of his targets, each of which he had studied as much as he could before the simulation started. A girl caught his eye. She was young, maybe mid-teens, and had dark skin and hair. She was trying to maneuver sneakily, at least as much as she could with the cardboard target hanging from her shoulders on string, front and back. Remy quickly slipped a card from his deck, the four of diamonds, and watched as it lit up with magenta, keeping the charge low as to not hurt the girl. When the tanned girl felt the shock that went through the target, she looked down, not expecting to see a charred patch of cardboard right over the bull's-eye. She looked around, but couldn't see the handsome man with the devil's eyes that she was supposed to avoid. The girl groaned as she remembered the mile she would have to run for getting hit, then merged herself back into the crowd to look for another hiding spot.
Remy drifted through the streets, waiting and watching for his prey. Finally, movement on a rooftop caught his eye. Glancing up, Remy saw three blobs, not discernable to his light-sensitive eyes as they were in front of the sun, which hurt his eyes even with his sunglasses on. Remy smirked and made his way into the building.
Rogue moved with the crowd, hiding her hair and uniform with a sweatshirt that she pulled on under her target. She kept on the move, trying not to draw attention to herself, going into buildings every now and then, hoping that she looked like a normal teen in New York. Remy was prowling the city, and Rogue knew that he had already blasted the rest of the X-Men and New Recruits at least once each. He would come after her next.
The hair on the back of Rogue's neck rose, a tingle spreading through her body. Obviously, Remy was on her tail now, all she had to do was shake him of or keep him from getting a good shot at her target. Rogue snorted. Easier said than done, she thought.
Rogue kept her pace even, moving into a small hole-in-the-wall store that looked out of place among the skyscrapers and trendy cafés and boutiques of the city. The store was full of indie clothes, and the only employee present in the front was a young blond girl at the register. A handful of shoppers roamed the store. It was a little too empty to try to escape in, but it would have to do.
Rogue quickly walked to the changing rooms, dodging customers and grabbing clothes as she went. Ducking into a stall, she went to work.
Five minutes later, Rogue was dressed in a style so unlike her usual gothic look that it was unlikely that any of the mansion's residents would recognize her. The trick was to make sure Remy didn't. Rogue was wearing a bright blue singlet, a short black zip up sweater, and cargo pants, with her white streaks tucked under a hat, and sneakers on her feet.
The bell rang, signaling a person entering the store, and Rogue caught a glimpse of Remy out of the corner of her eye, and turned her attention to a rack of t-shirts. Hopefully her disguise would work.
Remy glanced around the small store, looking for the girl he knew was there. His empathic sense hummed with hope, restlessness, and bashfulness, which was a strange mix, even for Rogue. Looking in the direction the emotions came from, Remy saw a girl dressed in the type of clothes displayed in the store, but there was something about the way her head was angled that she drew Remy's attention.
He smirked. Roguey'll have t' do better dan dat, he thought. Though de indie clothes are new. Kinda interestin' seein' de fille wit'out all de clothes and make-up merde.
Remy started to slowly stalk towards the indie-dressed goth. His footsteps were light and silent, not even his duster made any noise. Suddenly, Rogue spun, a piece of metal she had managed to pry off the clothes rack racing toward Remy's head. The Cajun ducked and flung a charged card at the target on Rogue's front. She dove away, tucked into a roll, and came up to swing the piece of metal up to clash against Remy's bo-staff just in time to block a blow to her head. They continued like that, slashing and blocking, throwing charged cards and random clothing picked to block vision or provide a distraction. Neither knew how long this continued in the flurry of adrenaline, but finally it came to a stop when a card slipped past Rogue's guard to hit her target, and Rogue brought the now bent piece of liberated metal crashing into Remy's head. The Cajun dropped to the floor with a thump, his hand to his bloody head. The last thing he saw was Rogue's astonished face as she looked from the metal in her hand to her concussed ex on the floor.
