This is my first fanfiction, so I would appreciate feedback very much! :)

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It was a cool autumn morning as a young woman, about 18 years old, weaved her way through the crowd in the square dipping into pockets and purses, making a living as a thief in New Orleans. After she had collected a few wallets, she slipped into the shadows of an alley to see how much she had collected.

She propped her sunglasses on top of her head so she could see the money better in the dark alley. "10..50 dollars..Mondays are de worst days.." she muttered as she shook her head before slipping the money into her pocket, and tossing the wallets into a nearby trash bin. Pulling her sunglasses back down, she watched the square from the shadows, casing the crowd before she moved back in.

Her name was Kylie, or as she was known among the rest of the thieves, Slink. She was around 5'10", and was slender but sturdily built. Black hair with streaks of blue came down to about the middle of her neck, with long bangs shading her eyes. She had been on the streets since she was a toddler, since nobody wanted to take in a mutant. Her power was that she was super strong and she could also could shoot beams, balls, shields, or giant arcs of white energy from her hands or generate them from her body, either causing mass destruction, slight destruction, or simply pick things or herself up with a beam of energy, and she can also create an form-fitting, slightly glowing white shield around herself and others. She had always known she would be a mutant, even before her powers manifested at 13 years old, because since birth her eyes had always been silver on black. When she was around people she always kept her eyes covered with dark sunglasses, so no one knew she was a mutant unless she got in trouble or danger, then she could be a force to be reckoned with.

She stepped back out among the hustle and bustle, making her way unnoticed over to a tall auburn haired man wearing a brown trenchcoat, and slipped her hand into the pocket of the coat, snagging his wallet and slipping it out with practiced ease. Suddenly, he spun and grabbed her wrist, and, much to her suprise, smiled. "Gimme dat wallet, petite."

She smirked and muttered, "Don' t'ink so, mon ami," before wrenching free from his grasp and running---straight into a man she had stolen from only the day before. He helped her up from the ground, but when he looked at her an angry expression came over his face.

"Ya're the thief that stole my wallet yesterday, aren't ya! Gimme my money, ya little street rat!"

/Sacre bleu! It don' look like it's gonna be dis t'ief's lucky day.../

She tryed to get away from him, but the people were packed so tightly around she could hardly move. The man knocked her sunglasses off of her face, and they were trampled underfoot by a passing group of tourists as she looked up at the man. He scowled and took a step backwards, "Ya're a mutant! Mutie freak!" He started to hit her, but suddenly the man in the trenchcoat appeared and shouted at him.

"Don' you touch her!" He started towards the man to push him away, but before he could go two steps, Kylie's left fist connected soundly with the mutant hater's jaw and knocked him out cold. She glanced up at the other man, then turned and bolted into an alley. She ran for a few minutes, then made a wrong turn..dead end.

TBC