Title: Part Two : The Cajun Card Trick
AU: The second part of an AU arc, main characters- Gambit/Remy, Storm, Rogue, Wolverine/Logan, Kurt/Nightcrawler
This story can be stand alone or not. I am still in two minds - to separate it into another story or keep it here.
Warnings- evil policemen/one a serious mutant hater
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Chapter 3: You can't take me- I'm free
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Got to fight another fight- I gotta run another night
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I'm on my way and it don't feel right
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His lungs were burning, legs getting wobbly and eyesight partially gone. He fled through the dark, threatening alleys with a trench coat flowing in the wake of its owner. A flash of red glowed in his usually calm eyes- they were getting closer.
A Police car skidded with sirens blazing and blocked his escape. The cars occupants stepped out, loading their guns and wielding the more dangerous flash lights. Their voices were confident as their targets once was.
He hid between a large disposal bin and a large crate of some sorts, crouched and shielding his eyes from the torturous light. Yet again his eyes glowing in agitation but he managed to get better control over his breathing.
Glancing at his left hand, he concentrated and could only watch as it started to glow red- matching his, now visible, demonic eyes of black on red. Then his small uncontrolled grasp of the power fizzled and went back into his skin causing a burning sensation. He lowly growled in frustration.
He stood up, flicking a spare pair of shades onto his face with an almost cocky grin. He was surrounded.
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I gotta get me back - I can't be beat and that's a fact
Its ok - I'll find away
You ain't gonna take me down - no way!
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His relatively longish brown/auburn hair blew in a small gust of wind, his eyesight was slowly coming back but his eyes still stung. A single blood red tear tracked down one eye eerily- he attempted to brush it way with one swift motion of his hand but unknowingly smudged the drop of blood instead.
"We've got you surrounded, kid" one of the cops yelled, sounding vaguely satisfied, if not bored. Though he was closer to the 'kid' than he thought, right next to the teenager in fact.
The blackness and poor light in the alley were the thief's weapons- though he sort of wished he knew exactly where/when he'd lost his boa-staff. His powers were erratic and apparently didn't want to aid him on this occasion.
A cold gun clicked with words that were quite on the contrary, "We're not going to hurt you."
"Like hell!" the youth stepped out from his hiding place and instantly went to grab the older mans/cop in a head lock.
The honed senses of the experienced law enforcer alerted him a fraction of a second before the youth could completely act. Thrusting his elbow into 'the theifs'/the teenagers ribs and swinging his surprisingly agile body 'round -he aimed the barrel of his gun at a boy that couldn't be any older than eighteen.
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Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me- I'll fight it
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"All right thief, end of the road- turn around!" the cop put pressure on the barrel touching the teens head.
"I didn' do it" the boy arrogantly smirked as he turned around.
The handcuffs were brutally snapped onto his wrists, but he was too proud to make any sound to show that he was in pain.
"Nice shades" the cop touched the aforementioned item, "Think they make you look tough or something?"
The two teams (four cops) , from the two police cars that had blocked both ends of the alley that he'd run into, now converged at the thief's position, smirking at their victory.
"I don't think you need these" the cop reached to take the teenagers precious shades.
The boy flinched away, trying to struggle way from the two cops that now held both his arms, desperate to avoid the flashlight wielded by one of them and escape from the jerk trying to nick his shades.
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Why did it all go wrong?- I wanna know whats goin' on
And whats this holding me?
I'm not where I'm supposed to be
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His eyes were horrendously exposed to the torturous light and he closed his eyes a fraction of an instant too late. Totally blinded be staggered back.
"He's a mutie!!" the cops holding the thief instantly let go as though already infected.
The man standing infront of the thief stepped forward- he just had to be sure.
Grabbing the teenagers chin, he handed his gun to his partner. Using his free hand he forced one of the thief's eyelids open and shone his flashlight into the defenceless eye.
"A demon!" he uttered the words in terror.
The thief was now pressed into the wall that he'd completely backed into just as terrified, as well as in severe pain.
"We should put it out of its misery" one of the four cops coolly suggested.
"Non!" the thief pleaded and nearly dislocated his shoulder pulling against his handcuffs.
"Its murder" a small voice interrupted the four (including the thief), "Lets just leave it alone"
The teenager looked almost relieved, his eyesight though - was unable to return. It was pure white, blurred and causing him a massive migraine that thundered through his consciousness with a fiery rage
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I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
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A solid metal baton collided with his head and he crumbled to the ground.
"Do you have a blade?" one of the cops asked.
"No" came a quiet response from one whilst the other two cowered.
"Hm"
The cop reached into the thief's trench coat pockets and as predicted he found a switchblade, "No matter" he leaned behind the thief, who was now in the cold concrete floor, the others couldn't see what their superior was doing.
Finally the cop seemed satisfied, "You're right, lets just leave it" he smugly walked away without uncuffing the youth.
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Rads: I should probably continue..... but you know what would help?-
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